Alec Nevala-Lee

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Life on the borderlands

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The world is not a safe place to live in. We shiver in separate cells in enclosed cities, shoulders hunched, barely keeping the panic below the surface of the skin, daily drinking shock along with our morning coffee, fearing the torches being set to our buildings, the attacks in the streets. Shutting down. Woman does not feel safe when her own culture, and white culture, are critical of her; when the males of all races hunt her as prey.

Alienated from her mother culture, “alien” in the dominant culture, the woman of color does not feel safe within the inner life of her Self. Petrified, she can’t respond, her face caught between los intersticios, the spaces between the different worlds she inhabits…And there in front of us is the crossroads and choice: to feel a victim where someone else is in control and therefore responsible and to blame…or to feel strong, and, for the most part, in control…

So, don’t give me your tenets and your laws. Don’t give me your luke­warm gods. What I want is an accounting with all three cultures—white, Mexican, Indian. I want the freedom to carve and chisel my own face, to staunch the bleeding with ashes, to fashion my own gods out of my entrails. And if going home is denied me then I will have to stand and claim my space, making a new culture—una cultura mestiza—with my own lumber, my own bricks and mortar and my own feminist architecture.

Gloria E. Anzaldúa, Borderlands/La Frontera

Written by nevalalee

November 11, 2018 at 7:30 am

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