I feel extremely fortunate to have been born in Southern California in the early 1970s. The hairstyles alone were unforgettable—my Tia Maria had a red afro! The children at my school not only received a bilingual education, but our teachers encouraged us to learn as much as we could about our relationship to American History. Sometimes I wonder if my kids will believe me when I tell them how, every morning, my classmates and I would stand up and say the Pledge of Allegiance and then we would all sing De Colores. In Spanish. In a public school. Culture Clash was going strong during my senior year of high school. I have vivid memories of Culture Clash’s emergence from the “teatro campesino” tradition, exploding onto the art and theater scene in the mid-80s. If you are unfamiliar with Culture Clash (because you’re too young or weren’t a drama geek like me) then you should find them on YouTube NOW and laugh until pan dulce comes out of your nose before reading the rest of this post. I’m not kidding, I’ll wait!