REST IN PEACE...
El Centro de la Raza leader, co-founder Roberto Maestas dies Co-founder and Executive Director of El Centro de la Raza, Roberto Maestas.
by KING 5 News
SEATTLE -- Roberto Maestas, the long time leader and co-founder of El Centro de la Raza, a center for Seattle's Latino community, died Wednesday morning, organization officials say.
Maestas was long involved in the ongoing civil rights movement in Seattle. According to the University of Washington Seattle Civil Rights and Labor History Project page, Maestas was born in New Mexico in a small farming community and worked his way north through the migrant stream, first to Colorado and eventually to Seattle, permanently settling in the city in the 1950s.
Maestas was educated as a teacher and taught at Franklin High School before leaving secondary teaching and pursuing a graduate degree at the University of Washington in 1968. At the University, he became involved with the Chicano student activism, the black freedom struggle, and farm worker organizing in the Yakima valley.
Maestas helped form a program at South Seattle Community for Adult Basic Education and English as a Second Language (ESL) to cater to the city's growing Latino community in the early 1970s.
When funding for the program was abruptly cut-off in the fall of 1972, Maestas, his fellow teachers and students, and a number of community activists peaceably occupied the abandoned Beacon Hill School and negotiated its conversion into a community center, El Centro de la Raza.
In addition to providing a range of social services, El Centro played a prominent role in local solidarity campaigns with Central America during the 1970s and 1980s. Maestas also co-founded the Minority Executive Directors's Coalition in the 1980s with fellow "Gang of Four" colleages Bernie Whitebear, Larry Gossett and Bob Santos.
King County Executive Dow Constantine and Councilmember Larry Gossett issued statements on the passing of Maestas.
"I have long known Roberto Maestas as a vibrant leader of the Latino community and the larger community, a man whose greatest skill was bringing people together, and a champion of equal rights for all. We will miss him," said Constantine.
"We lost a lion today. Roberto was relentless in his pursuit of justice, while offering service and support to those in need. The spark he and colleagues Councilmember Larry Gossett, Bob Santos, and the late Bernie Whitebear created those many years ago will continue to light the way in our community for years to come. Roberto's devotion to equity and social justice made him an inspiration to political leaders of our time. I have ordered that the flags over King County buildings be flown at half-staff in his honor."
Gossett said "Roberto was the pre-eminent leader and political activist of our time when it comes to all the important movements for social change which have taken place in the Pacific Northwest over the past 40 years."
"When Native Americans struggled for fishing rights in the late '60s and early '70s, Roberto was on the front line. When Black construction workers rose up in 1969 and demanded a fair share of construction jobs in our community, Roberto was there. When poor and disenfranchised Latinos organized to improve their community, Roberto was there to lead the struggle to create El Centro de La Raza."
"He has been there for striking garbage workers, the women's movement for abortion rights, the resistance of Asian communities to the encroachment of the Kingdome - Roberto has been there for every genuine effort to bring about meaningful improvement to the life conditions of people throughout Martin Luther King Jr. County. And because of his legacy we will sorely miss his tremendous contributions to our community."
Mayor Mike McGinn said Maestas "often spoke of building a 'beloved community' through nonviolence, community engagement and an empowered citizenry. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. described the 'beloved community' as a world where poverty, hunger and homelessness will not be tolerated. Where racism and all forms of discrimination, bigotry and prejudice will be defeated by brotherhood and sisterhood. We are lowering city flags to half-mast today to respect his passing. We encourage all to honor his memory by working for his 'beloved community.'"
Poetic Observations on a New Border... del Southwest al Northwest C/s
- Vero
- El Westside SeaTown, Wachintón, United States
- This blog is dedicated to the discourse and experiences of this place, new to me, very green to me. From the the Southwest to the Northwest, many things are different, and yet, so many are the same. En fin, aquí me dedico a ese discurso.
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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Gangsta Lean?
As I walked home from my bus stop yesterday, three young men blocked the stairs I walk towards my house. My first reaction was to look behind me, next to have my phone ready, then to feel my swiss knife at my fingertips, there, ready, at the bottom of my purse. As I looked closer, however, I saw familiar signs of boys playing "men," of young men feeling the surge of testosterone, of kickn in the street because they feel that’s what friends do, chill together. It wasn’t that I wasn’t concerned for my well being as a woman, it’s just that in a moment, I recognized that fear and longing for the infamous credibility. These boys were more interested in this place as their territory than they were about me, a woman dressed professionally and looking tired. As I walked by I said, “Good even young gentlemen,” and they responded, good evening... I heard giggles moments later and something about booty. I was right; I have seen aspirations of “gangs” before.I recently saw an NBC report called America Now: Faces Against Violence (Chicago's South and West Sides have become ground zero for an all-American problem: Kids killing kids) and it reminded me of Cali in so many ways. I was saddened to see that some things rarely change. I was sad to see even here, in a nice Seattle neighborhood, the few young brothers of color I saw on that stairway, longing to feel empowered, to feel respected, to feel like they belong, and ultimately, just looking for love and acceptance.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/38579962/ns/dateline_nbc-america_now/
So today I post a poem from my thesis completed last year, and hopefully in the works for publishing mid next year (http://digitalcommons.utep.edu/dissertations/AAI1465203/). It’s in both English and Spanish. Here is a link to an article I was quoted in regarding this “code switching” (http://borderzine.com/2008/12/lost-in-adaptation/).
I post it because even here, in the green and pristine Northwest, young men of color, my brothers, are looking for a stairway out.
PS: Thanks to the Big Q for inspiring me to write what had been thumping around in my brain for about a week now. See? Inspiration goes both way...
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En la cocina
Esas cosas o su memoria están en los libros These writings or the memory of them are in books
que custodio en la torre. which I guard in the tower.
-Jorge Luis Borges, “El guardian de los libros”
“FEE NOTICE”
a notice from the Stanislaus County library demanded,
perhaps about bird migration disruption
trucha, he liked birds-
maybe on wood crafts, carpentry,
he was building a speaker box for when he could get a car-
or Cliff Notes on the Odyssey and the Iliad
he read it for Language Arts class where he penciled
1962 Impalas, a Sagrado Corazón and Aztec queens
with big chichis and lush Quetzal feathers.
“DUE: $56.00”
books borrowed because he had none at home
no shelves for books except his mother’s double
phone-book size Bible kept behind a wood and glass case
with the glossy painted clay dishes from Michoacán
a set of shot glasses with the word “Morelia”
collection of recuerdos, a pink slipper with lace
mini champagne glasses, ribbons hot glued
to a plastic heart-shaped vase
tiny niños Jesús with a gold stamped lettered
ribbon around the foot.
“YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THESE MATERIALS”
but Doña Roberta didn’t know, neither did her mother
una viejita whose right eye was white as if the morning
Central Valley fog were stuck in there,
only the sun never melted it away;
His sister didn’t know either.
She always had large purple hickies
around her neck and wore her novio’s
clicka colors, those pelones who hung out
smoking mota, bumping oldies about
angel babies and smile now, cry later.
“FINAL NOTICE: RETURN INDICATED ITEMS…”
finally Don Manuel said he cleaned the glass case,
the wall, table, chair but threw the library books away
because of the splatter
bone fragments on them like bugs on a bumper.
Big E, Ernesto, that homie, carnal since the fifth grade
he secretly liked school, always did good, even got a ribbon once
whose brother, cousin, niece were still in la pinta,
he wanted to be the first to graduate from high school-
was studying at the kitchen table,
he shared a room and had no desk-- the kitchen table a tower
of books stacked around, never high enough to
keep out telenovela cries
street bass, sirens, just enough to hear his
thoughts, solve right triangles and the Iliad,
when it happened;
in through the back bursting through his chest
another in the mandible, disjointing the jaw
blowing the ear, bits of red and white
soaking into each borrowed page.
copyright 2009, veronica guajardo
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