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Month: February 2016

WELCOME HOME: March 5 in downtown Pomona

February 9, 2016 / profe / Leave a comment

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About Me

I'm Tomás Summers Sandoval, a Chicano from Southern California, associate professor of Chicanx/Latinx Studies and History at Pomona College, and the author of Latinos at the Golden Gate (2013). You can learn more about me and my work at my website.

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40 years ago today, I was living in a world where I couldn’t understand how Ronald Reagan could be elected. I was only 8, so there was a lot I didn’t understand, but all I saw were people who didn’t like him—hated him even. When he got shot I didn’t celebrate or anything (like most Catholic kids I probably prayed for him, or was told to) but there was a kind of excitement to that day. There was something about the fragility of power that stuck with me, the fact that one person could do that to a person as big as Reagan. I kept watching it again and again on the news that day. I don’t remember anything more about how I felt but the one other thing I remember powerfully was the lady who took care of us after school, talking to my mom when she picked us up. She lamented, “They should have got the fucker.” It was some kind of day.

So excited to have my friend (and internationally-recognized environmental legal scholar) MAXINE BURKETT share her work on the racial roots of climate migration and the continuing fight for environmental justice. All are invited! (Click the link in my bio on Thursday, April 1 @4:00 PDT.)

These are just the old ones. The MOUSE AND THE MOTORCYCLE was mine, the rest my sister’s. I remember loving that mouse but I don’t know that I read anything else of hers back then. Now we have these and a small stack of newer printings of other Cleary stories, and another half dozen or so others on my iPad. In the last decade I’ve read all of them at least three times (most much more) out loud to my kids.

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