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Thursday, April 17, 2025

Chicanonautica: Just Another Apocalyptic Spring

by Ernest Hogan



Yup. The sun is dazzling. The air is warming to what is considered summery in most of the rest of the world. Take a deep breath and you get more than a hint of turmoil. Another apocalyptic summer is on the way. I’ve got a sinking feeling that it could outdo 2020’s Covid Spring, when ordinary folks learned to use the word “surreal” when talking about real events that they had witnessed.


At least we’re not all up to our waists in the sand and being eaten by insects. I’ve got Tom Lehrer’s “Poisoning Pigeons in the Park” stuck in my head. An alternate soundtrack. What would Buñuel and Dalí think? 


Come to think of it, what would they do?


Maybe I should watch some Three Stooges and Monty Python.


My current story.  “Once Upon a Time in a Mass Deportation” is coming at me in jagged chunks that hit somewhere between 3 and 4AM. I also keep checking the news, because I do not want to be outdone by reality. 


The Trump/Musk demolition crew is destroying the world economy, American citizenship, and freedom of speech. We are all Chicanos now. They want to be able to arbitrarily strip us of our rights, and “disappear” us. You too can be illegal. Brown skin is not a prerequisite. This is not the equality we were fighting for. They will decide who is and is not American.


Maybe in the end, nobody will be.



My Anglo and/or white friends, you have a lot to learn from the rest of us. We have been living this reality for a long time. We are all minorities in one way or another.


We have gotten along. We also create our own cultures, using what we have, reconstructing it in our own way. Recomboculture. Rasquache. When I was a kid, my family considered it “doing it Chicano style.”


When the going gets tough, the tough get creative, because you often have no choice. If you want a place in the world, you have to make it yourself. 


Meanwhile, it’s getting hot in Phoenix. We’ll be breaking records. The sun is bright, colors are intense. It’s beautiful.


The shadow of an airplane zoomed over my truck a few hours ago. It was heading straight down the street we were on. A few minutes later, a helicopter did the same. I asked what was going on. My wife suggested a fire, but there was no smoke.


Lately, men in camouflage have been showing up at the library.


It’s like a Jean-Luc Godard film.


I’ve long considered Godard’s apocalyptic Weekend was a remake of Laurel and Hardy’s Two Tars. Both feature decadent relationships, fantastic traffic jams, and the breakdown of civilization as we know it. Weekend was inspired by Julio Cotrázar’s short story, “The Southern Thruway,” where the same things happen. I’m currently reading his novel Final Exam, which was written in 1950 and not published until 1986 for “political and personal reasons,” in which a strange, sticky fog may or may not a metaphor for looming fascism. I wonder if Cortázar ever saw Two Tars?


Everything is connected.


I wonder if what I’m writing now will be published in my lifetime. 

Sometimes all you can do is scream, create.


I’ve been practicing my grito.



Ernest Hogan will be teaching a course, “Gonzo Science Fiction, Chicano Style” at the online Palabras del Pueblo Writing Workshop, June 7, 8, 14, and 15. He will have a story and drawing in the upcoming Xicanofuturism: Gritos for Tomorrow. His imagination is running wild.


Thursday, January 23, 2025

Chicanonautica: Inauguration Becomes Apocalyptic

by Ernest Hogan



Honest, I’m trying not to overuse the a-word. Apocalyptic. It’s just that 2025 just doesn’t want to wait. The flags are at half-staff. There’s already been a UFO/drone scare, ice storms and blizzards in the East, and Midwest, L.A. is in flames, San Francisco squirrels have gone carnivorous, Texas is infested with screwworms--yes, they real, and also eat flesh--and parts of the Southwest are so cold, frozen iguanas are expected to start dropping out of the trees.
 


And suddenly there’s a ceasefire in Gaza, and TikTok died and was resurrected.


No rain of two-headed frogs. Yet.


And the Felon couldn’t wait to be inaugurated (or should that be re-inaugurated?) to start spewing mad dreams of conquering Canada, Greenland, and Panama with tax-payer money. Hell, why not buy Mexico and Central America while you're at it? Be the North American Bolivar! Muhuhuhhahaha!


Oddly, what we haven’t seen has been jubilation from the MAGA crowd. Where’s the dancing in the streets, fireworks, AR-15s going off in the suburbs?


I’m still on Twitter to keep in touch with certain contacts and keep track of what the Felon’s voters are thinking and am getting--with the exception of Musk’s bad sci-fi blatherings--nothing. How is it that nobody I follow there has had anything to say about politics for the last few months? 


Makes a Chicano scifiista wonder . . .

 


I had Inauguration Day off, it falling on Martin Luther King Day, and the library where I worked was closed. Didn’t Martin say something about people being judged by the content of their character?


Turns out Emily had the day off, too. It was one of those things we didn’t have to discuss. Road trip! Get out. Get distracted. See what the hell else is happening in this messed up world.


What else can you do with an exploding spaceship in the news?


The night before the Felon danced with the Village People.


That morning some friends invited us to breakfast. A good way to start this day. Conversation. Laughter. 


Some news leaked in via phones and social media. There is no escape. 


The Earth isn’t enough for the Felon’s imperialist ambitions—he’s promising astronauts on Mars.


Musk was ecstatic, swearing to save “American civilization” and the human race. Was that a Nazi salute?


Er—wasn’t that his spaceship that blew up the other day?


On the I-17, a bumper sticker on an old van said: THE HIPPIES WERE RIGHT.


There were a lot of dead trees and dying saguaros. Emily predicted fires.


We hiked around poisonous Montezuma Well in icy winds. 


The Felon got to work right away, signing an onslaught of bizarre, unenforceable executive orders, based on the demented promises he made to his fans. That stench burning your nose is the fallout.


I will report what I encounter.


Meanwhile, it will be raining batshit with a strong chance of chaos.



Ernest Hogan will be teaching Palabras del Pueblo classes and has stories in upcoming anthologies and will be otherwise keeping busy in 2025.

Thursday, November 14, 2024

Chicanonautica: Re-Entering Trumptopia

 



A lot of my friends are depressed. I refuse to be. Time to use creativity as a survival tool. When the going gets tough, the tough get creative. Imagination is our superpower.


I will stay informed, but no doomscrolling. There is so much going on right now, a renaissance that is being ignored. I have no time to become addicted to the Donald Trump Horror Picture Show.


I’d rather have the future Harris proposed than the one Trump was selling, but this is the hand we’ve been dealt. Rasquache–the Chicano aesthetic–is all about using what you have, starting from where you are. If you don’t start building the world you want now, others will build one for you.


We have an advantage in this being the second Trump administration. We know what he does and doesn’t do. There were no surprises in his campaign, just the same old clichés. And he never really delivers. What about those mass deportations? And the wall? 


Yeah, there’s the 2025 crew, but they’re all a bunch of wannabe fuhrers without stormtroopers to do the heavy lifting and knock down doors. They’re good at saying things to upset the liberals, but can they make a viable fascist infrastructure? Their ineptitude gives me hope, but there will be chaos.


 


Also, mi raza, we have to get real about Latinos for Trump. They’re not a joke. There’s a lot more in the Latinoid Continuum than dreamt of in your philosophy. Yeah, we aren’t a monolith–we’re an exploding galaxy, and that gets scary. Diversity doesn’t always mean peace, love, and understanding. 


People of all races, ethnicities, and genders believe the modern myth that billionaires can fix the economy and make us all rich. Trump isn’t Bruce Wayne, and there ain’t no such thing as Batman. Bleeding people ask vampires for advice.


I find myself remembering that the Egyptian Book of the Dead warns that in the underworld you will be approached by demons with plates of feces. They will offer them to you to eat. You are supposed to refuse with extreme prejudice. Weird that you have to tell someone that, but throughout the book, it’s repeated, over and over . . .


Now there’s a man saying he can save the country–the world!--and all you have to do is put up with some racist/sexist/Nazi stuff . . .


They say you shouldn’t take what he says seriously. A strange thing to say about someone who once again will be one of the most powerful human beings on the planet. If you can’t trust the president of the United States, who can you trust?


Yeah, I’m getting inspired. Dangerous visions are growing in my brain. I’m gonna be busy.


The world needs Chicano sci-fi more than ever.


Meanwhile, don’t drink the Kool-Aid, and don’t eat the shit.




Ernest Hogan is going to unleash a lot of Chicano sci-fi in the next few years. His dispatches about the first Trump administration can be found in Our Creative Realidades: A Nonfiction Anthology and “Uno! Dos! One-Two! Tres! Cuatro!” a Trump-inspired romp is in Guerrilla Mural of a Siren’s Song: 15 Gonzo Science Fiction Stories.

Thursday, July 04, 2019

Chicanonautica: Whither Goest Thou, Trumptopia?








I'm scheduled for the Fourth of July, so I should do something special, like take a look at whatthehell's going on and how it affects us Chicanonauts, here in Trumptopia. So yippie-eye-yo-tie-yea, cabrones! We're off to look for America!


I'm sure we left it around here somewhere . . .


Another election is off and running. Or did the old one every really stop? Trump sure never stopped campaigning, it being what he does best, and now he's promising a whole lotta deportations, and his fans go wild.


Are we Trumptopia yet? How's that wall going? Is a closed border possible without a police state to enforce it? That's what I guess ICE and Homeland Security are for . . .


Trump doesn't really have to do anything. He just says something that offends the right people, and his fans are orgasmic. After all, politics is about making people feel good.




They have made a rather spectacular horror show with brutalized children, concentration camps, and corpses around the border.


Latinos for Trump just eat it up.


Meanwhile, Democratic presidential hopefuls try to answers questions in Spanish . . . Hijo de la chingada!


It used to be that the right-wing political hacks would conjure up the brown boogieman early, get people riled up, then ditch him for other issues, but these days he is a main issue.


He looks a lot like me.


I suppose that a Chicano science fiction writer with a new story about social unrest shouldn't worry, but then I live in Arizona, and get these looks from some of my fellow Arizonans . . .


A couple of weeks ago, my wife and I did a jaunt around the state, just a one-day thing to get us out of the Metro Phoenix madness. We soaked up some fine, Arizona-style Americano culture, not to mention huevos rancheros and meat-loaf sandwiches. In a thrift store I bought a copy of P.J. O'Rourke's How the Hell Did This Happen? because I figured that I'd want to re-read it in the upcoming year.



Then we cruised through Prescott on our way home. In the city square, on their famous Whiskey Row where cowboys whooped it up before the United States border crossed Arizona, there were protesters.


On one side some white-haired folks with slick, professionally printed signs declaring their support for Trump. On the other side were more grandparent-types, but their signs were arty, hand-drawn renderings of slogans like “Honk for Peace.” They were all smiling—tight, tense smiles.


Further on, some people in a truck were making their way down the street, planting an American flag ever few yards; apparently they were out to do it all the way across town. Maybe it was for the Fourth of July, which was still weeks away.


We managed to get out of there without starting a riot.


Now it is the Fourth of July. I hope everyone has a happy one.

Maybe as we thrash about deciding how we want to re-create the country for the next four years we can come up with something that isn't a bloody mess.





Ernest Hogan's lucha libre slapstick satire “PeaceCon” is available in Unfit Magazine Vol 3.





Thursday, January 18, 2018

Chicanonautica: Trumptopia Update 2018


Awk! 2018 A.D. is here. Has been for a few weeks. I’m still not used to it. I seem to remember publishing a few things in 2017, but it’s mostly a weird blur.

And we’re almost the end of Year One of Trumptopia. Or should it be the Year Zero? I’m not sure of anything these days. Or should that be daze?

Emily and I took our nephew Miles on another Arizona outback used-bookstore hunt amid a broken-winged Archangel St. Michael, domesticated giant ants, the Mogollon Monster, and a shrine to Pancho Villa, Emiliano Zapata, and Mexican beer. Buñueloid? Felliniesque? Jodrowskyian? 

I used to think it was just me, but lately the whole world is like that. Like that folk/rocker who won the Nobel prize said, “The times, the times are a-changing." By 2020, it’ll seem like a different world.

Meanwhile, back in Trumptopia (is it the entire planet now? Or just a state of mind? He is in a hurry to get to Mars . . .), El Presidente is holding the dreamers hostage for wall-building bucks. What ever happened to charging Mexico? Why was his son wearing a sombrero at a Mexican restaurant?

And Trump is comparing nuclear buttons with Kim Jong-Un even though there is no such a thing. People can’t tell fact from fiction, or metaphors from reality. How many people can you kill with your metaphor?

The good thing is I don’t see any fascist state being built. The alt-right likes to do politically incorrect trash talk from the safety of the social media, but they balk when it comes to putting on the jackboots and creating a new world order, which is another good thing. We should all keep laughing at their tiki torches.

And Steve Bannon quit Breitbart. I keep having to update this as I write . . . 

Another good thing is that America is a-changing in some pretty damn Anti-Trumptopian ways.

First, there’s the emergence of that black and brown middle class--a story that nobody is reporting. That’s why Disney/Marvel/DC keep throwing Afrofuturistic riffs into their corporate mix. And a humble Chicano sci-fi writer stands a chance in the modern market. I see it throughout Aztlán: clean-cut black and brown millennials behind the computers, tapping away to get your business taken care of--our society can’t function without them. It’s especially apparent in California.

Speaking of which, California has taken a giant leap into a brave new world, by following Colorado’s lead and legalizing recreational marijuana. Even in backassward Arizona there are medical marijuana businesses everywhere--seeing them makes me feel like I’ve slid into New Wave spec fic from the Sixties. It’s like the Acapulco Gold commercials in Norman Spinrad’s Bug Jack Barron.

And it looks like Trump may be taken down by a book. Yes, kids, books have power. Has a sitting president ever filed a cease-and-desist order against a number one bestseller before? Are writers going to be safe?

I remember back during the George W. Bush administration, I was working at Borders (another relic from a bygone era) and the bestseller books--and shelves-- were full of anti-Bush books. He didn’t try to stop them. But his supporters could come in and scream at us that we were being biased against him. Then there was the woman who needed me to tell her how to tell a satirical book from a serious one . . .

Uh-oh, gotta update again. Trump-pardoned, ex-sheriff Joe Arpaio is running for the Arizona Senate! And saying that Obama’s birth certificate is “a phony document.”

And what? People want Oprah to run for president?

I just had a flashforward to being in a voting booth, having to choose between Joe and Oprah . . .

Stop me before I have to update again!

It’s all so . . . I need a new word. “Surrealistic” just isn’t strong enough.

What kind of hole was that again?

Ernest Hogan is wondering if someday his satirical science fiction will be considered documentaries.

Friday, May 19, 2017

Interview with a Mestizo. Are You Home? Are you Awake?

Melinda Palacio

Mestizos Come Home!





Mestizos Come Home! is a book you'll want to read and then reread. You'll also be compelled to buy more books, copies of the book for your friends and copies of all the literature and references cited in the book. Mestizos Come Home! shares what Mexican Americans have accomplished since the 1960s, but also addresses important issues regarding community and its future in the United States. Rudolf Anaya says this book is a "must-read" for those who wish to understand the future of the United States. The research for this book reaches back to the eighteenth-century. La Bloga sits down with the author, Robert Con Davis-Undiano, Neustadt Professor and Presidential Professor at the University of Oklahoma and executive director or World Literature Today.

This interview is much more thorough and longer than a contemporary internet format, but I trust La Bloga readers will appreciate it. Before you listen to Maria Hinojosa's upcoming Latino USA show featuring Robert Con Davis-Undiano, you can read the complete La Bloga interview below.


Melinda Ann Palacio:
Where did the idea for this book spring from? How did you decide to combine the body, low rider culture, literature, and the sense of place Atzlan?




Robert Con Davis-Undiano:
My initial thought was to write a much simpler book than what I ended up with.  A few years ago, I was struck constantly that people said things in the media about Latinos and Mexican Americans that were patently untrue—just inaccurate.  For example, people casually talk about Latinos not wanting to assimilate into mainstream U.S. culture.  Every Latino knows that this isn’t true. Assimilation is at least a three-part process of acculturation and involvement with the new culture, and it does not happen overnight. Sociologists have studied this question specifically in regard to Latinos, and Latinos are not taking longer than any other group to assimilate.  So I wanted to correct some of these misunderstandings and put on display some of the great accomplishments of Mexican American and Latino culture.

I chose topics like the body, land, and the Chicano cultural “voice” because these issues are not always discussed in the culture, and I knew that they would be enlightening to non-Latinos.  Especially the issue of the body is a far-reaching issue that encompasses much about Latino culture and Latino history in the Americas and helps to contrast Latinos in so many ways to mainstream culture.  That topic is so important that it threatened to take over the whole book.  In a word, I chose the topics that I thought would be most enlightening to mainstream culture.




MAP:
This book is such a thorough text on the call home for Mestizos and Chicanos who claim Mexican American identity. Were your intentions always so all encompassing? Did some of the chapters start off as something else?

RC:
This is an excellent question.  I started out with the specific aim of bridging non-Latinos and Latinos, to bring the two cultures closer together.  What I soon discovered, however, was that the backlog of misunderstood history and culture was greater than I had thought, enormous, and it really cut across all of Latin America.  That’s when I read Eduardo Galeano and others who had already identified the pattern of cultural “amnesia,” the way in which mestizos have been systematically excluded and marginalized from so much about life and community in the Americas.  Basically, the Spanish in the colonial period created the pattern of marginalizing everybody who was not blanco, especialy blacks and those with complex racial identities.  That pattern is still part of the historical legacy of culture and community in the Americas.  I was able to see that so much of what needed to be exposed, put in the open, and discussed was covered over and made invisible, like a body hidden after a crime.  I further saw that, owing in part to the Chicano Movement and the Chicano Renaissance, much that blocked these issues and kept them hidden was no longer relevant or a barrier.

So you are exactly right when you ask if these chapters started out more simply and then got more complicated.  That’s what happened.  Once I realized that I could break some of these barriers and enable honest and revealing discussion about life and culture in the Americas, and that no one else was waiting in line to do this work of cultural recovery, I doubled down and committed to the more thorough task of recovering cultural and historical material that had been covered over for centuries.  From that moment forward, I saw recovering the body as an especially important act of cultural recovery that I had the responsibility of doing to try to make some good things happen in the culture.  I felt very committed to this project once I began to think of this project in these terms.


MAP:
Are you disappointed with policies imposed on Chicanos and do you feel that some of us may have dropped the ball in the journey to making those advances?



RC:
Yes, of course.  I’m disappointed that the country has not connected more with the Latino community and is committed (for the time being) to seeing us as the enemy.  This is lazy thinking and does not begin to present America at its best.  This approach also betrays the “American Idea” that the country is built on.  For example, the Founders were not very astute about race or gender—in fact, they were notoriously negligent and a product of their time in both areas.  But on the issue of class and community, they imagined a multicultural democracy, and this was a crazy high goal to achieve.  They left out indigenous people, for sure, but the idea in the abstract was amazing. No nation had ever done it, and there was no reason to think that the U.S. could pull it off either.  In fact, the country has never gotten nearly as close to the goal of being an accepting multicultural democracy as most of us would like.

By creating the “American Idea” and putting us on this path, the country, in effect, reenacts its own founding every time a new community comes here to assimilate.  When we as a country fail at assimilation, the spirit of the Founders fades a little and begins to die.  When we as a country can assimilate new communities, we are rediscovering liberty as we form new bonds with people who are different from us.  We are rediscovering democracy when we allow our communities and how they work to evolve and change in response to the new people who are becoming a part of us.  When we succeed even a little at these tasks, it does not take very much, the spirit of the Founders brightens in us and comes alive again.  In other words, the American Idea only continues to live as long as we stay true to the idea of a multicultural democracy that the Founders had in mind.  We don’t have to be that country that they dreamed about, but it is a great and noble goal, and we shouldn’t take a pass on what we can still achieve of it.

How these goals relate to the indigenous community and mestizos in general is clearly complicated, and much of that history is shameful, and I’m not suggesting that it isn’t.  But those goals are still real and incredibly valuable, and I would like for Mestizos Come Home! to be one powerful reminder of what the American Idea is and the part that Mexican Americans and Latinos can play to keep that vision alive.  If the country as a whole were more cognizant that it has a stake in how well Mexican Americans fare in becoming a part of this country, they would be more generous and accepting in regard to the Dreamers and on issues of immigration and acculturation.  I am saying that the country as a whole DOES have a stake in the fortunes of communities who come here to assimilate, but the country these days does not generally remember this fact.  That situation needs to change.


MAP:
You show how ideals of beauty for the Mestizo body have traditionally favored white European standards. What would help change this idea and celebrate the brown, Mestizo body?



RC:
I think that we have a great deal of cultural recovery to do.  I’m ultimately less of a romantic and more of a rationalist in that I believe that people can’t care about something that they don’t know about.  There’s a lot of low-hanging fruit about the history of the Americas that needs to come out and become a part of what Americans know about their country.  Once there is some general understanding that the creation of the “brown body” was a social and political act and not a natural development, an outgrowth of nature, we all will be able to see that people are not color coded and not destined to live out the script that is part of their racial nature.  Yes, we all look different, and some of us are brownish, black, or whatever, but the categories that the Spanish created were artificially constructed and designed to inhibit and limit people in a colonial setting.  Those categories had nothing to do with who we are. 

The human genome project has been very helpful in this regard by exploding the notion that ethnic communities differ greatly from each other.  They don’t, and we need to retire the notion of a variety of human species that can be ranked according to their excellence as human beings.  I hope that my discussion in the book of the origin of race theory in the eighteenth century will help people to focus on the bad science and destructive aspects of all racial approaches to explaining human behavior.  The underlying assumptions of racial categories were never science, and it is time to dislodge the Reign of Race as we have known it in the Americas.  It is time for the eighteenth-century-inspired Reign of Race to be over.


MAP:
You mention in the prefacing pages, "Everyone should have a stake in the success of the Mexican American community's journey and the quest for social justice?"

Is this how we would have avoided a Trump presidency?



RC:
In a word, yes.  Right after the election, the New York Times published a list of six books that could help explain the leadup to the Trump presidency.  J.D. Vance’s Hillbilly Elegy was one of them—you get the idea.  I got all six books and read them quickly.  Easily the most impressive of the six books was Thomas Frank’s Listen, Liberal (2016).  He basically argued that we as a culture ignored the millions of people in the working class who were suffering with high unemployment and the general destruction of their way of life over the last thirty years.  The democratic party and most of the country thought that “white people” in that class could get retrained, would find new jobs, and they would be alright.  They weren’t. The democratic party also abandoned the working class over the last thirty years and began focusing on the upper professional class.  Add to this fact the disappearance of the traditional trade unions, who used to educate their members and keep them on track in voting and cultural participation, and we start to see that the country made a horrible mistake in abandoning a whole social class and pretending that there was no real problem.  Trump played to that class, which Hillary (who I supported) seemed not to acknowledge, and the rest is history.  There needs to be some very sober rethinking of how we all played a role in electing Trump.  Even if there had been no actual Trump, this problem was waiting to happen for historical and economic reasons.  Historically, revolutions are fought over smaller issues!


MAP:
I see this book as a forum for sorting through topics that need our attention. Do you foresee a part II and part III of this book in which you might document future problem solving to acculturation?




RC:
A part II and a part III are interesting ideas that I had not considered.  If I can see that this book has been genuinely useful in its critique of the country, and if it seems that there would be an audience for more, I would certainly be open to extending this book’s analysis far more broadly.  I just want this book to do some good, and if more is needed in a kind of sequel, I would be up for that.


MAP:
A continuation of the first question. What gave you the idea to present a continuum of antepasados (dead testimony) and the historic record with recent texts made up of the current creators of literature?





RC:
Problems like racism always have a history, and to get to the bottom of the problem you must always take ownership of that history.  I was actually more surprised that others had not done much of this work before I did.  Why, for example, has there been virtually no general discussion in the culture of el Sistema de casta in the U.S.?  That’s weird.  In the casta tradition is a fully articulated record of the roots of racism in the Americas, and no one wants to understand that history and discuss it?  That can’t be.  When I saw such instances of flagrant oversight and dismissal of important and relevant material, I realized that something bigger was going on.  The cultural amnesia that has become habitual in the Americas is still dominating our thinking and perceptions long after the casta system ended.  This and many other instances of cultural amnesia are now not so much intended by anyone as simply left in place and serving some people while leaving many others out.  In this book, I was hoping to put in play some of those missing pieces to connect the past and present so that others would be motivated to continue this work in adjacent areas.  I’m still hoping that I have done that.



MAP:
Can you talk about how the impact of this book would make a statement like, "Go back where you came from," obsolete?




RC:
Mexican Americans and Latinos long ago became a part of the fabric of the U.S.  The time to object or to reject their influence passed sometime in the nineteenth century, and the Chicano Renaissance signaled the passing of a threshold when the evidence of Mexican American and Latino influence in the U.S. was made too clear to be refuted at any level.  As the heirs to the Chicano Movement and Chicano Renaissance, we cannot pretend that Latinos are not woven into what this country is about.  Lin-Manuel Miranda’s Hamilton is signaling the crossing of that threshold, too.  I think that he and other Latinos also have the appreciation of the Founders that I mentioned earlier and also recognize the wonderful goal of a multicultural democracy—now, of course, a goal that includes gender and racial equity.  Latinos “get” the Founders, and now we just need to help the rest of the country once again to recognize and value living the American Idea—that amazing goal that we can realize and achieve far better than the Founders ever could in their own time.


MAP:
What book projects are you looking to next?




RC:
Right at this moment I am working on starting a Latinx Studies program at the University of Oklahoma, and that has taken up some time.  I like your idea of a sequel to Mestizos Come Home!, and if there seems to be a demand for more discussion along the lines of what that book is saying, it would be fun to track some of the same themes through the publication of really current fiction, like the amazing work that you are doing in your books.


MAP:
Thank you for taking the time to speak to La Bloga. Is there anything else you'd like to add?




RC:
I want Latinos to talk to each other more.  If we are going to pull together the pieces of our souls and “own” the Americas once again, as Galeano referenced, we need that time together to talk and think.  We need to become dedicated resolaneros who are not content to mimic mainstream culture and mirror accepted notions of who we are.  We can recapture some of the energy of the founding of this country and the inauguration of the Chicano Movement when we connect with each other, with our indigenous brothers and sisters, and with all people across the Americas who are disenfranchised, people who don’t feel that they belong to the place that they are from.  In the past, there were strict prohibitions to having those discussions.  Now we must be willing to break through the barriers of amnesia that are still keeping us from what we need to accomplish for ourselves.  When we work together, we see that in a democracy nobody wins unless everyone does.  Once we get past this period of economic unrest (it is very hard on people when their livelihood is threatened; they are not at their best), I believe that we will see a better side of America come forward.


RC