What's Happening in Oaxaca

A poem I wrote at age 19 has been published and republished under it's original title, "Heritage" -- the published title in my first book, Emplumada, is "Oaxaca, 1974." The poem is just a fragment of a massive change of consciousness I experienced in Oaxaca the summer of '74. The place and its peoples have remained special to me ever since. In many ways, it's why I blog, in a round about way. I never would have been much of a technologically inclined person had it not been for the hurricane that hit the Oaxacan coast I loved at a category 5 force. Me and my little mac and my 4.something modem ended up connecting dioceses across the mud-ravaged land. I raised much needed funds to help out indigenous communities inundated in mudslides, floods and impassable roads. I was able to communicate right away with battery operated laptops. I knew how to research and how to disseminate. It was the least I could do.

Now, my son is of these people. He's half-Mixteco from the Oaxacan mountains.

Now, to see these videos in the zocalo ...

Support teachers, workers and indigenous peoples' struggle for justice and dignity -- paz y pan. Scroll down for an updated posting on events near you protesting police and paramilitary violence in Oaxaca. There will be a gathering outside of the Denver Post building in downtown Denver this friday, Nov. 3 at 6 pm. Be heard. Hear others.