Julio Cortázar
No es fácil en absoluto ser cronopio.
Ay de los cronopios.
That simple. An instinctive act of kindness has led to the creation of Las Patronas, a charitable organisation helping tens of thousands of Central American migrants…awarded Mexico’s most prestigious human rights prize.
Mural Depicts Malala As Rosie The Riveter, Two Icons Who Know No Limits
Great opportunity to empower our sisters and our entire communities. The power of group work is healing!
The Sadie Nash Leadership Project is seeking Deans for its summer leadership program. The Dean Leadership Training Program is a full-time, stipended skill-based internship opportunity to gain hands-on youth work and facilitation experience. Deans should demonstrate clear leadership experience, as well as, an interest in women’s and girls’ leadership, social justice, youth development, education, feminism, and non-profit work. The position offers a unique and exciting learning experience, which is fun, dynamic, and challenging. Eligible dean applicants must be young women who are either:
Recent college graduates (2014 graduates and non-masters candidates)
Current Juniors/Seniors at 4-year colleges
Graduates of 2-year colleges
3-4 years out of high school
We are seeking applicants for 2 separate programs/sites:
Summer Institute - Newark, NJ & New York City, 6 weeks
Ready S.E.T. Go! - New York City, 4 weeks
Please read the descriptions in the listing carefully, and apply if the program seems like a good fit for you!
Yes!!! Much to us all!! But let's drop the disabled word, much love to all Latinas with different abilities. Much love us all (one more and more!)
Honestly Latinas are so incredibly important. Brown Latinas, Black Latinas, First Generation in the USA Latinas, Latinas who have to translate everything for their parents, fat Latinas, disabled Latinas, Latinas who were only ever told to speak English so they might fit in better, trans Latinas, all Latinas. You’re beautiful.
— Maya Angelou
There’s red on the ceiling and red on the floor, red dripping from the window sills and red globules splattered across the walls. It looks like the artist Anish Kapoor has been let loose with his wax cannon again. But this, in fact, is what the making of Christmas looks like; this is the very heart of the real Santa’s workshop – thousands of miles from the North Pole, in the Chinese city of Yiwu.
Our yuletide myth-making might like to imagine that Christmas is made by rosy-cheeked elves hammering away in a snow-bound log cabin somewhere in the Arctic Circle. But it’s not. The likelihood is that most of those baubles, tinsel and flashing LED lights you’ve draped liberally around your house came from Yiwu, 300km south of Shanghai – where there’s not a (real) pine tree nor (natural) snowflake in sight.
Christened “China’s Christmas village”, Yiwu is home to 600 factories that collectively churn out over 60% of all the world’s Christmas decorations and accessories, from glowing fibre-optic trees to felt Santa hats. The “elves” that staff these factories are mainly migrant labourers, working 12 hours a day for a maximum of £200 to £300 a month – and it turns out they’re not entirely sure what Christmas is.
http://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/architecture-design-blog/2014/dec/19/santas-real-workshop-the-town-in-china-that-makes-the-worlds-christmas-decorations
I don’t think that people generally realise what motion picture industry has done to the American Indian, as a matter of fact, all ethnic groups, all minorities, all non-whites. And people just simply don’t realise, just take it for granted that that’s the way people are going to be presented and these clichés are just, I mean on this network every night, well perhaps not every night, but you can see silly renditions of human behaviour, the leering Filipino houseboy, the wily Japanese, the kook or the gook, black man, stupid Indian. It just goes on and on and on. And people actually don’t realise how deeply people are injured by seeing themselves represented, not so much the adults, who are already inured to that kind of pain and pressure, but children. Indian children seeing Indians represented as savage, as ugly, as nasty, vicious, treacherous, drunken. They grow up only with a negative image of themselves and it lasts a lifetime.
I am an indigenous-mestiza-afrodescendent trans-national Latina sister from the picturesque South American city of Guayaquil and brought up in East Flatbush, Brooklyn. I love and respect my journey in exploring my browness and my womanhood.
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