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  • I can already imagine standing at the Capitol and looking out upon all of the faces of people of all ethnicities, socio-economic backgrounds, and histories, intermingled like the waters of a river. When I visualize them I see only one face—the face of the future.

    The fact that thousands are taking action and that thousands more are supporting proves that this generation will not take “No” for an answer—will not take double talk for an answer—will not take gradualism for an answer. It proves that the only answer it will settle for is—access to educational equity—now.

    I know of no words eloquent enough to express the deep meaning, the great power, and the unconquerable spirit of this inspiringly original, uniquely American march of young people. What this march demonstrates, above all else, is that young people, through their own experiences, have discovered the central fact of American life—that the extension of democracy for all Americans depends upon complete access to education.

    By participating they show themselves to be highly alert, highly responsible young citizens. Please remember another area indicative of growing responsibility, which happens to be the greatest privilege as an American—the right to vote.

    Please give major attention to a campaign to increase the registration of voters in California. Imagine what would happen in the state if we were to gain millions of votes? We could change the composition of the Legislature. We could have a Legislature far more responsive to the voters’ will. We could have all schools accessible. A new era would open to all Californians. Thus, the student in their struggle to secure their own rights is destined to enlarge democracy for all people in both a political and a social sense.

    Indeed in this great movement to organize a march the organizers have actually accomplished much more. They have awakened on dozens of campuses throughout the land a new spirit of social inquiry to the benefit of all Americans.

  • Sometimes there are no words, no clever quotes to neatly sum up what has happened that day. Some days, you do everything right, everything exactly right, and still you feel like you failed. On those days, you just wish the day would just...end.

  • Ibig Love

    The Pilipino language uses three words for love. It talks about gusto. Gusto is a sort of aesthetic love. It has come to us to be a sort of romantic love and it stands with all of its beauty. But when we speak of loving those who oppose us we're not talking about gusto. The Pilipino language talks about mahal and this is a sort of reciprocal love between personal friends. This is a vital, valuable love. But when we talk of loving those who oppose you and those who seek to defeat you we are not talking about gusto or mahal. The Pilipino language comes out with another word and it is ibig. Ibig is understanding, creative, redemptive good will for all. Biblical theologians would say it is the love of God working in the minds of humanity. It is an overflowing love which seeks nothing in return. And when you come to love on this level you begin to love people not because they are likable, not because they do things that attract us, but because God loves them and here we love the person who does the evil deed while hating the deed that the person does. It is the type of love that stands at the center of the movement that we are trying to carry on--ibig.

  • I realized today that no matter how horrible of a mood I am in, focusing on my Lola brings me back to equilibrium, where I am most stable—emotionally, physically, and mentally. She reminds me how to be human, and not the physical embodiment of potent rage that wants to lash out at all the evil in the world, at all the misfortune, and the legions that do things every day to perpetuate it.

    I take it personal—I cannot stand injustice. It makes me sick—to the core of my being. Then I take a moment to focus on Lola, and nothing else matters. She is my escape from the cruel world. My Lola is my own Mohandas Gandhi, my own Martin Luther King, Jr., my own Philp Vera Cruz, my own Cesar Chavez.

    Every day since June 18, 2009, the cycle of my days have been very consistent. Every morning, I wake up and go to check on my Lola, unsure if she took her last breath during the night prior. I replace her empty bottle of Ensure and remove an empty saucer of snacks. My uncle and I change her diaper and clothes and brush her hair and teeth. We then eat breakfast together and watch some morning news.

    On weekdays, I leave for work and leave my uncle and Lola to supervise one another. At work, I take on a few issues that face education, while trying to comply with federal and state statutes, regulations, and non-regulatory guidance. Defending education is an obligation. Bettering education is a passion. Education can be the great equalizer. Unfortunately, we cannot all agree on what equality looks or feels like.

    When my day at work is done, I go home. Before I open up my front door, I take a deep breath, preparing myself for the reality that my Lola may have taken her last breath while I was gone. My ritual is more for me than anything. I go inside, check on her and prepare a snack for her, usually in the form of reheating some leftovers that my uncle has made that day.

    After I have settled in and changed into my house clothes, my uncle prepares the bath. I lift Lola out of her bed, place her on the transfer bench, and—with my uncle’s help—bathe her. We then seat her on the toilet so that I can dry her off. I blow dry her thin hair and rub her back, harms, and legs with lotion. I brush her teeth. All of this calms me and brings out the compassion that is my equilibrium—my state of rest. One diaper and a few articles of clothing later, I am ready to bring her to the table for a meal. We eat together and when we are done, we sit and watch some prime-time television.

    When she is tired, I lay her back down with a bottle of water and a bottle of Ensure at her bedside. I place a plate of cookies , biscuits, chips, or popcorn next to the bottles. Then I wait until she falls asleep before I go to sleep.

    The next morning, the cycle repeats itself again.

  • I am so overwhelmed with emotion this holiday--not because I received a lavish gift, but because I received a meaningful one.

    Last night and today, my Lola's hands have been steady enough that she could hold and use her utensils rather than have me spoon feed her. The look in her eyes has been one of pride and joy. It is a look of dignity--the dignity that I remember my Lola having more of when she was less dependent on my uncle and me to take care of her daily needs.

    I am not so naive to think that my Lola is on a road to recovery. Anyone who has been a caretaker of the elderly knows that it is a marathon against death that everyone knows the final outcome to. However, I realize that it is important to take the time and revel in every moment that can be appreciated, to enjoy the journey, even if we know the final destination.

    It would be easy to lose hope, become cynical, and become jaded. At times I feel like a boulder, being weathered away by the elements and time. In my strong moments I realize that even a weathered boulder maintains its identity and that it takes lifetimes to weather one down to something less.

    Just knowing that it will take more than a series of unfortunate events to defeat me bolsters my resolve to continue my work to better the world--one small action at a time.

    I am also bolstered by the many individuals I know that engage in such amazing personal and professional work. They inspire me and serve as daily reminders that one person can make a difference.

    My Lola--and her small actions--have always moved me. Last night and today have been no different.

  • It is a very appropriate time, in light of the 20/20 interview with Rihanna regarding her violent encounter with her ex-boyfriend Chris Brown, to talk about a local resource for survivors of domestic violence--My Sister's House (MSH).

    MSH is special and unique because it exists to serve people in the Asian American and Pacific Islander communities in the central valley. It offers a 24-hour multilingual crisis line and a six-bed home for women and children escaping a violent environment. Beyond the home, MSH also has a Women at Work program and a New Beginnings program to help women regain financial and emotional independence. MSH also offers preemptive solutions, like culturally sensitive domestic violence intervention services and community educationals.

    Domestic violence is an underreported crime, and a real issue in the Asian American and Pacific Islander community. Statistics show that one in four women will experience domestic violence in their lifetime. A woman is beaten by their partner every 15 seconds in the United States of America. Domestic violence is the single greatest source of injury among women between the ages of 15 and 44 in the U.S.A. This is more than injuries caused by muggings, car accidents, and rapes combined. It is important to realize that battering occurs among people of all races, cultures, ethnicities, classes, and religions, regardless of occupational or educational backgrounds.

    One can learn more about MSH and how to help stop domestic violence on the MSH Web site at http://www.my-sisters-house.org/

  • While October has come and gone, the Filipino American History Month (FAHM) continues to generate a buzz.

    On November 3, 2009, at 1:29 p.m. PT,  United States of America House of Representatives Resolution 780, which recognizes October as Filipino American History Month (FAHM) was passed. Its companion bill, U.S. Senate Resolution 298, passed on October 1, 2009.

    Together, this means that for the first time in United States history, the U.S. federal government officially recognizes FAHM. You may view the presentation of the bill on the C-Span Web site at http://www.c-spanvideo.org/flash/player-time.html?start=2009-11-02%2016:22:31&stop=2009-11-02%2016:28:01&net=1.

    This is a step forward toward recognizing the achievements and contributions of Filipinos and Filipino Americans to the United States of America.

  • This thirty-first day of Filipino American History Month (FAHM) brings more detailed information on the Filipino American National Historical Society (FANHS), which first celebrated FAHM.

    Founded on November 16, 1982 by Fred and Dorothy Cordova, the FANHS is a community-based organization whose mission is “...to preserve, document, and present Filipino American history and to support scholarly research and artistic works which reflect that rich past...”

    The FANHS commemorates the arrival of Luzones Indios in California on October 18, 1587 by celebrating FAHM in October every year. In 1987 the National Pinoy Archives was established by the FANHS in Seattle, Washington. The Archives is the world's largest collection of Filipino American historical and cultural materials.

    There are more than twenty-eight chapters across the United States of America which serve as the primary informational resource on Filipino Americans. For example, the FANHS produced the award winning video Filipino Americans: Discovering Their Past for the Future and the renowned book Filipinos: Forgotten Asian Americans, which was published in 1983. FANHS members publish and create new sources of Filipino American history every year.

    Since 1987, FANHS has sponsored biennial national conferences where community folks of all ages and from all walks of life gather to share and present research, network with other Filipino Americans, and honor those who have produced ground-breaking innovative work in the field of historical research and analysis. The 2010 conference, "A Quest for Emergence: A Retrospective," will be held in Seattle, Washington.

    In addition, long range goals include the establishment of the National Pinoy Museum in Stockton, California, and the National Pinoy Library in Seattle, Washington.

  • This thirtieth day of Filipino American History Month brings information on the printed word of and about Filipinos and Filipino Americans.

    As early as March 31, 1883, when the article of Lafcadio Hearn about Manila Men at St. Malo, Louisiana was published in Harper's Weekly, the printed word has had a dramatic effect on Filipino Americans and their place in America.

    Some of the most famous writings are those of Jose Rizal, who published Noli Me Tangere in 1887 and El Filibusterismo in 1891. These writings reinforced the ideologies of political independence and equality. Today, a translation of Noli Me Tangere can be found as part of the Penguin Classics collection.

    The first issue of the Filipino Student Bulletin in Berkeley, California was published on April 1, 1905. In 1923, the Filipino Student Bulletin was the first to use the term "Pinay" to refer to a woman of Filipino descent in the United States of America. When, in 1990, maganda magazine began its publication at the University of California, Berkeley, it traced its origins back to the original Filipino Student Bulletin.

    On January 22, 1921, the Philippine Independent News, the first Filipino American newspaper in the United States of America, was published in Salinas, California.

    Filipino publications were also printed in other languages. For example, on February 2, 1924, Ti Silaw (The Light) was published in English and Ilocano in Honolulu.

    On March 10, 1946, Carlos Bulosan's semi-autobiographical novel America is in the Heart was published. Today, it is studied in most Asian American studies classes

    On August 30, 1961, the first issue of Philippine News was published by Alex Esclamado. The paper became the longest-running Filipino American newspaper.

    In June 1971, the first issue of the Kalayaan newspaper was published by the Kalayaan Collective of Filipino Activists in the bay area, leading to the establishment of the Katipunan ng Demokratikong Pilipino in 1973. The publication ushered in an era of Filipino collectives and groups in San Jose, New York, San Diego, Seattle, and other cities and college campuses.

    Around 1975, Liwanag, a collection of Filipino American art, photography, fiction, and poetry was published in San Francisco. The book represented the radical and passionate work produced by young Filipino American artists in California in the 1080s. Many formed the Kearny Street Writers Workshop and made music in bands like Dakila and drum groups like Ating Tao. Pioneering FIlipino American writers such as Jessica Hagedorn, Al Robles, Jeff Tagami, Jaime Jacinto, Virginia Cerenio, Oscar Penaranda, and Shirley Ancheta, among many, many others, emerged from the region and period.

    In 1983, Fred and Dorothy Cordova's landmark book, Filipinos: Forgotten Asian Americans was published. This too is a foundational book studied in Asian American Studies and Filipino American Studies courses.

    The widely popular Filipinas Magazine was launched in May 1992 by Mona Lisa Yuchengco.

    To house and showcase Filipino American literature, the Pilipino American Reading Room (PARRAL), now the Filipino American Library, was established in Los Angeles in 1994.

    Filipino American writing also has received much acclaim. In 1997, Byron Achido and Alex Tizon of the Seattle Times won Pulitzer prizes for journalism. Other writers, like Jessica Hagedorn and Tess Uriza Holthe have also received awards for their writing. In the theatre realm, playwrights like Jeanne Barroga and Chris Millado have also received critical acclaim for their plays.

    All over the country, local newspapers allow Filipinos and Filipino Americans to share stories, news, not only with one another but from the Philippines as well.

    Each and every form of these writings comprise a vital niche in the Filipino American culture, history, and heritage.

  • This twenty-ninth day of Filipino American History Month brings information on the effects of the September 11, 2001, attacks on the Filipino American community.

    In coordinated suicide attacks planned by Islamist fundamentalist group al-Qaeda, planes were hijacked and crashed into the Pentagon, the World Trade Center in New York, and into field in Pennsylvania. With almost 3,000 killed in the attacks, many Americans reacted with shock and distress; however, the attacks represented the first major terrorist attacks on American soil.

    In reaction, President George Bush declared a "War on Terror." The xenophobic atmosphere post-9/11 fueled extreme racism, backlash, violence, and suspicion. In the weeks after the attacks, hundreds of Filipino airport workers, many of them permanent residents, were laid off when the newly formed Transportation Security Administration overhauled airport security and replaced immigrant laborers with citizens.

    Anti-immigrant, anti-Muslim, anti-Arab, and anti-South Asian sentiment and violence increased dramatically after the attacks. American witnessed an erosion of civil liberties (The Patriot Act). The Immigration and Naturalization Service, now housed in the newly formed Department of Homeland Security, increases deportations and harassment of political dissidents and radicals, Arab Americans, Muslims, South Asians, and Filipino Americans.

    Philippine President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo and her administration became staunch allies of the Bush Administration's War on Terror, and American troops were sent to the Southern Philippines, ostensibly for the purpose of "training" Philippine troops.

    Today, these events continue to both positively and negatively affect Filipino Americans.