In honor of Hispanic American History Month, here are some forgotten icons and moments that you probably didn’t learn about in your history class.
When I was a little kid, I didn’t really care that my new mom was white. As I got older, though, race became more important
After six years the opportunity came for us to fill out immigration papers. That is when everything changed.
Some Youth Radio students went around Downtown Oakland and asked people if others look at them differently based on the way they are dressed, or by their race and gender.
My cousins pushed me into closets and shut the doors, called me countless names, and even sucked up my last baby tooth in the vacuum cleaner.
I looked at my dad and asked in a small voice, “We can’t help her?”