
I was born and raised in Los Angeles, a city where one can still get away with growing up in majority “minority” schools and neighborhoods. And I mostly did. I attended an elementary school that was ninety-eight percent Latinx, with a great majority of them Mexican-American like me. My junior-high and high schools were each about fifty percent Latinx, with the other fifty percent from a diverse range of racial/ethnic backgrounds. While my context was not monocultural, it was definitely not white.
Once I reached college, however, my context flipped. I attended a private research institution that was over fifty percent white, which is known for admitting students of affluent legacy families. College was the first time I found myself in a predominantly white context and encountered real financial wealth. Before college I had only known financially rich people in TV and movies. I truly hadn’t known that “being rich” was real. And it was also the first time I learned about Protestantism. Catholicism was the only Christianity I knew – though I did know about Jehovah’s Witnesses because they go door-to-door.
Continue reading “Comrades in the Struggle – Part I by Xochitl Alvizo”


My students are taking their final exams this week, which means I will be spending the week frantically, but attentively grading in order to make our grade submission deadline next week. End of semester grading is a mountain of careful criticism we educators scale one step at a time, with deliberateness, towards an ultimate goal of student success (if not in our classes, then in the next, or in life, relationships, etc.). Thus, I often find myself returning to the question: what am I hoping to create in what I say and write, and in how I critique?




