memories of a place “devine” in mid-century south texas (and related thoughts triggered)

one brown one
through some privilege …
and tooth and nail …
had clawed his way to a huge cigar
and a mighty-big-car
chevrolet-dealership
(my dad and i and many others
admired respected loved
George Fernández)

but for the most part
the browns and blacks
were still clawing to survive

at st. joseph’s in the 1950s and 60s
the browns sat on the left
and the germans/anglos on the right
the white youth were in “solidarity”
the browns in cyo
alemanes mostly ran the show
at saint joe
(i was one …
of those very privileged
rightist alemanes
you know?)

the indigenous, the mestizos, the mexicans
in their own land
were forced to learn a new language
to change their culture their cuisine their traditions

in my formative years in the 1950s and 60s
for the browns
it was mostly farm field work
transporte de los melones y heno
desde los campos
or working cotton, cherries, sugar beets, or apples …
in far-away places
before coming back to the divine in devine
well into the school year

blacks dragged from their homeland
didn’t/wouldn’t even live in divine devine
though they did come in daily
to proudly work hard
doing menial back-breaking labor
to take trickle-down crumbs
of wonderful capitalism

a capitalism
which used power and devious manipulation
and used usury
to enslave
to bring the natural and indigenous to its knees
to control the relatively poor, powerless, and disenfranchised
with a tyrannical knee …

and—more recently—
with the fossil natural of millions of years from the past
to enslave …
differently …
but to enslave
………………………..
wanting, wanting, wanting
desperately wanting
wishing, wishing, wishing
and yes
hoping, hoping, hoping
waiting, waiting, waiting

waiting, waiting, waiting
for the riots of the 1960s,
and 70s and 80s and 90s and 2000s and 2010s and 2020
para la raza unida
José Angel Gutiérrez
the brown berets
maldef
civil riots

civil riots

civil rights
and a bit of justice, equality, equity

but not enough
all want their FAIR share of power
whatever that is

fair share of power
whatever that is
it is not empty cruel desperate poverty
or extreme disparity
or scorched Eaarth
or unregulated neo-liberal trickle-down capitalism
(or especially a blindly-ignorant power-hungry
-narcissistic non-understanding uncompassionate trumpism)

fair share of power
whatever that is
it is not a lack of
profound, comprehensive, holistic
positively ethical
applied community ecology
across curricula and campuses
of all human organizational entities

fair share of power
whatever that is
it is not!
the incapacity to critically think and decision-make

fair share of power
whatever that is
it is not hiding in a bunker
in our artificial synthetic bubbles
behind our walls
-our powerful military and police and guns and armaments
-our usury our scorched Eaarth
-our devious manipulations our slaves
-our unshared power
sheltered at least for the time being
complacent apathetic prayerful blessed not active
and out to get more more more
unmasked or masked
“socially distant” or “not”
but mostly de facto
SOCIALLY DISTANT
ECOLOGICALLY DISTANT
with little or no real consideration for others
no true compassion for others
………………………..

my hope is always
that they that we
are constantly
humbly cognizant of
empathetical to
the truly powerless

–powerless in particular moments (for some damn near forever)
disenfranchised in various times (for some damn near forever)
here in the homeland of our empire
and in other parts of the Eaarth–

and that we are
especially understanding of
and compassionate toward
other species
and dynamic homeostatic symbioses

through this we are empathic of our own

pbm
[ 7 S’s / VV->^^ ]

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