Bean Burritos

In the mid-80’s, I went to school with very few Latinos. The majority of my neighborhood was white. The only other Latinos were the Spanish-speaking only families whose fathers worked at the local dairies. They didn’t look or act like me or my family, so I couldn’t relate to them. Aside from my family, I did not have an accurate picture of what my Chicano culture looked like. Oh sure, I was living it, but I didn’t have a mirror to look into so I could accept it.