ack in the day, more than fifty years ago now, if you happened to step into my family’s three-bedroom clapboard home in Brownsville, Texas, near the southern end of the Rio Grande, you were greeted by a series of faces full of joy and promise, expectations for their bright futures in a country our family had been part of for generations but also one that still hadn’t fully acknowledged our presence as Mexican
Barrios
Dec 07, 2021
3 minutes
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