Published: February 19, 2000
In 2000, the Petersen Automotive Museum mounted an exhibit, “Arte y Estilo: The Lowriding Tradition” from February 5 to May 28 of 2000, guest curated by Denise Sandoval, then a doctoral student at Claremont College.
”Arte y Estilo: The Lowriding Tradition,” surveys the history of these highly complex, low-slung machines and even includes some of the art’s offshoots, like lowrider bicycles, model cars and pedal cars.
#strongmujeres Dolores Huerta + Toni Morrison
I saw this on facebook, and at first I thought that it was so sad, one of our Raza grads passed away just DAYS just after graduating. I started to read the article, and I saw that it was Milanca, a girl I met through a Chicana/Latina Feminist literature class. We always did our group discussions and projects together, and she was one of the smartest, sweetest girls I ever met. I even had the wonderful opportunity to meet her little boy. I remember seeing her walk the stage on graduation barely a week ago, her little boy at her side, dressed in his own graduation gown. I’m still having a hard time believing she’s gone…
What makes me so sad is that she had so much potential, and she left her little boy behind. She worked so hard through community college and then through Cal (She double majored in Chicano studies and Social Welfare). She was going to be someone important. Milanca had big dreams and the ambition to reach her goals. And it was taken away in an instant..
Please keep her and her son, Xavier, in your prayers.
Request from a beautiful Xicana :
Art is the Word
“if you could reblog this please? A friend and Raza Cal Alumna passed away just days after she graduated with a degree in Chicano studies.
I just want to get her story out there, she was an amazing person, and has inspired me to push my studies further.”
When I first heard the word Chicana, I fell in love with it. However, I was afraid of the word. The word, Chicana, has such a political connotation I thought other Chican@s would disprove of me, “that pocha”, using such a word. After years of debate, I came to realize it did not matter what other Chican@s thought it only mattered what I thought and how I chose to self-identify. Plus, this is how the word got started. I am someone who is in between two worlds. So, this past year I began to let go of my fear and use the word.
Yesterday, I filled out some forms. The forms asked me: “What is your ethnic background?” The form only allows someone to circle one and the paper had a list of umbrella terms that the dominate culture places on people of color. So I scratched the mother fucker out and said: “Sorry, but I do not fall under “one” category. I also do not self-identify with these umbrella terms the dominate culture has given me. I self-identify as Chicana/Xicana or as Mestiza.
This moment meant so much to me, because for the first time in my life I said fuck it. I will identify myself the way I see myself.
I am a Chicana/Xicana.
I am Mestiza.
I am a Pocha.
¿Y QUE?
Oh, and I also decided to make art now, even if I am REALLY bad at art. I bought myself in art journal to start.
¿Y QUE?
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8. La Botella / The Bottle, 16. La Bandera / The Flag, y 21. La Mano/The Hand/Don’t Bite the Hand that Feeds You by Veronica Perez © 2009.
A Loteria Series created for an exhibit honoring Cesar Chavez and the UFW. (Each piece: 16x20; Acrylic on Canvas)
Check out all her amazing work on her facebook!
About:”VERONICA PEREZ employs a keen command of colors to portray historical images and a unique brand of iconography rooted in her own Mexican and Indigenous culture. As a Chicana artist, she draws on her experiences, identity and ancestry as forms of strength and creativity. Her work offers representations and stories of indigenous pasts, present day issues and future concerns which often go unaddressed.”i loveeee chican@ art!
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“In the American context, in which racial and economic boundaries (past and present) govern mechanisms of cultural exchange, appropriation has been largely one-sided and has been synonymous with exploitation.”
—Kiyan Williams
What happens when a gringa throws on a bandana, baggy pants, heavy eyeliner, a tank top, huge ass hoop earrings, and thick lip liner? Well, a hot mess—IF you’re Sandra Bullock, that is. Over the past few years, the mainstream has seen white girls adopting the chola get-up, whether it be cosmetic influence to sporting a thugged out ensemble, from Kat Von D and Fergie to Gwen Stefani. Two little words describe this phenomenon: cultural appropriation—a term that many women of color are the victims of.
I’ll need a moment: Sandra Bullock’s chola makeover on the George Lopez show.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the lingo, a chola is roughly defined as the following (courtesy of Urban dictionary):
A chola is a firme hyna (latina) that wears a lot of makeup: thick eyeliner, liquid eyeliner on top going out of your eye dark brown or red lipstick and eyebrows drawn on or really thin. We mostly have permed hair with hella gel or straight and arched on top. We kick it with people in our own barrio and not really claiming a color mainly your raza. (Brown Pride) or (Barrio)and wear baggy or tight cloths with nike cortez shoes.
Stevie Ryan is the homegirl Lil Loca.
It’s no secret that in mainstream Anglo America, people of color usually don’t get praised for our creativity until someone white does it first. From Elvis and the Beatles stealing songs from Black artists, anime jacked from Japan, hip hop abducted from ghetto street corners to corporate offices, and feather hairpieces from Native American traditions, America has perfected the art of cultural drive bys. Too often, it’s the impersonator who will receive the credit, not the originator. White people who adopt the ways of Latinos, Blacks, Asians, or Native Americans might be considered edgy, cool, and innovative, however, it does little to help progress cultural acceptance for minorities.
Selena Gomez goes gangsta for MTV.
Exhibit A: YouTube sensation Stevie Ryan has now made it to the silver screen, but before that, she was most known for her alter ego, Lil’ Loca, a thugged out Chicana chola, engaging in humorous misadventures with the vatos from around the way. Ryan has received kudos for her short skits but also has come under fiery criticism from Latino/a artists and writers for fakin’ the funk. The reality is that at the end of the day, Stevie can take off the lip liner because being a chola ain’t a way of life for her—but for some Chicanas, it is.
Honestly, I wanted to like Stevie’s skit, and found myself chuckling at her chola-esque skits. But my chuckling dwindled when it came to my attention that she wasn’t a Latina. Even though Stevie said that she based her character off girls she knew growing up in Cali, watching it would still make me uncomfortable in the presence of someone who was Latino/a. While her character is funny, she is also apolitical, and fails to capture the essence of brown pride and survivor logic of cholas around the way. Ryan may have the best intentions, but what about the audience? What is the fine line when impersonating a woman of color—the fine line that tread into mockery?
While Ryan clowns it up as Loca, real life cholas get blasted for being the real deal, often dissed by other members of their own community for giving into stereotypes. Latina women who live the chola life are stereotyped as less intelligent, uncouth, dangerous, and less welcomed into mainstream gringo culture because they don’t fit the ideal image of white womanhood. Their feminine identity is therefore a threat. Kiyan Williams drops knowledge again, writing,
“The different ways in which certain bodies are valued based on race, gender, and location belies the presently operating de facto racial and gender codes in a supposedly post-racial country. I am reminded of this reality daily on the campus of Stanford University where many white male students can be seen donning sagged jeans, fitted hats, and basketball sneakers, reflecting a cool and edgy but safe heterosexuality. Less than five minutes away in East Palo Alto, or further away in Oakland, the same clothes on Black and Brown men signify a criminal threat that warrants state intervention and, possibly, death.”
Say word.
There is a danger when a culture is perceived to be a trend or something that can be imitated without substance. For many Mexicanas, the chola identity is associated with deep pride and not simply about being a gangsta bitch. The danger comes with walking a fine line—and cultural appropriation is its name.
So next time gringas think about how it’d be cute to do a chola impersonation based on a YouTube tutorial, they should ask, who does it benefit? How do I fit into cultural appropriation and privilege in taking aspects of another culture? And how deep does the rabbit hole go?
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“i am not free while any woman is unfree, even when her shackles are very different from my own.” - audre lorde
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In Lak Ech
Tú eres mi otro yo
You are my other me.
Si te hago daño a ti
If I do harm to you,
Me hago daño a mí mismo
I do harm to myself;
Sí te amo y respeto
If I love and respect you,
Me amo y respeto yo
I love and respect myself.– From Luis Valdez’s “Pensamiento Serpentino”
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