Mr. G's Battle Cry! La Causa De La Raza Wants You

By Javier Gomez

A wave of revolution swept across the United States in the sixties and the seventies. And across California, Cesar Chavez sparked the Chicano civil rights movement in the barrio, giving prominence to new leaders, new voices, and new demands for freedom from injustice and oppression. For young Javier Gomez, this battle cry would be the beginning of a fight to stand up to injustice in his home of East LA.

In Mr. Gs Battle Cry!, author and civil rights activist Javier Gomez chronicles his march into the streets of East LA and beyond as he and his Chicano and Chicana brothers and sisters take up the cause of the civil rights movement and create hope for a better futureagainst great odds. Gomez also explores the history of his people, showing how their culture and their spirit was renewed during this historic era of equality and justice.

Javier Gomez was inspired by the Chicano civil rights movement, and today his battle cry endures. Mr. Gs Battle Cry! gives voice to the enlightened individuals who fought, side by side, at protests, and in the streets, against the institutions of injustice that sought to keep the people silent. And today, this cultural revolution has left a living legacy of change, progress, and hope.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Jul 17, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546248347

Javier Gomez

Javier Gomez is an immigrant brought to live in the United States by his parents, seeking to ensure his health, safety, and well-being. Yet he almost became a statistical casualty of a blind educational system unwilling to face its challenges. Gomez fought to eradicate hatred and bigotry in the LA school system, going on to participate in antiwar protests and champion the cause of human rights. As a disciple of Cesar Chavez, Gomez raised the banner of La Causa in the pursuit of enlightenment, empowerment, and freedom.

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MR. G’S BATTLE CRY! LA CAUSA DE LA RAZA WANTS YOU

Memoirs of a C.I.A. agent involved in the Chicano Movement

Written, Edited and Documented

By

Javier Gomez

JAVIER GOMEZ

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Published by AuthorHouse 08/16/2018

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgments

It’s a good day to march in the rain;

First National Chicano Moratorium; Protesting the Vietnam War

The Sleeping Giant Awakens: I Am Joaquin

The Nopalera Garden Identity Crisis

1967 Crystal City-Recall Elections

Birth of El Partido de La Raza Unida

Reis Lopez Tijerina: La Alianza Federal de Mercedes

1968 California Student Walk Outs

The Chicano Nopalera Garden

El Plan Espiritual de Aztlán

El Movimiento Estudiantil Chicano de Aztlán

The Chicano Moratorium Marches;

CATOLICOS POR LA RAZA

Birth of the Brown Berets;

The Birth of the Chicano Identity

and The Chicanismo Spirit

An Era of Enlightment;

The 1970 National Chicano Moratorium

A Non-Violent Anti-Vietnam War Protest

The 1965 Birth of the United Farm Workers Union,

La Causa de La Huelga;

El Teatro Campesino

TENAZ El Teatro Nacional de Aztlán

A Historical, Chronology on the Chicano Theater Movement

TENAZ Festival Magazine

Origin and History of El Teatro Aztlán

Renaissance of Chicano Literature and the Arts

Songs of Struggle;

Chicano Muralism Movement

Danza Azteca Spirituality Movement

Historical Chicano Civic Clubs

Politics; The Growing National Latino Voting Power

Cultura…Cura Preserving our Traditional Heritage

APPENDIX

El Plan de Aztlán

Glossary

Bibliography

About the Author

Other Related Books by the Author

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

This manuscript is a tribute to all the inspirational men, women and youth who joined and marched in El Gran Movimiento Chicano of La Causa- tdemand justice and equality! In fighting against the racial divide of bigotry and discrimination that existed throughout America. This manuscript came to life as a consequence to a profound question posed by my 13 year old niece, Nia Lopez, from Texas. Her curiosity focused in trying to understand the life style of the Hippie Phenomena, in the 1960’s and 1970’s. In addition to better understand what protest marches and activities occurred in that time period. She unleashed in me a hail-storm of flash-back memories; of the many explosive riots, Luchas, marches and activities I participated with. In retrospect as I recall my past life; I am baffled and amazed by the immense perils we faced in overcoming an explosive lopsided era in our quest for equality and justice.

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I was blessed to be born in an era of great enlightenment. Mr. G’s Battle Cry! La Causa de La Raza Wants You is a Cultural Revolution Relived. Sparking an illuminating response, to an innocent inquiry by my niece, Nia Lopez: Were you a hippie/ part of the hippie movement in the 1960’s? What were your views on culture? How did you get involved? What protests did you participate in?

Dear Nia,

Your question is profound. It needs to be addressed in the same manner.

We lived the words you are about to read, in this AMOXTLI, this Codices of the present. Many Scholars around the world, are bewildered to know/to understand who WE were. They are scratching their heads in their ivory towers; as they search in vain, analyzing and documenting our past actions. Our Souls were captured in time; preserved in Black and White negative photos hanging in museums as we were beaten, tortured and killed for simply demanding our Freedom and Liberation. As we marched in protest, from out of the farm fields of America, from out of our educational institutions and from out of our Barrio homes wearing our ancestral huaraches.

We felt the Sun burning our backs; yet energizing our spirits! We saw our larger than life shadows being casted over our barrio neighborhoods; before our bewildered, puzzled, shocked, and amazed on looking, brothers and sisters; unaware of their bondage. Who obediently and loyally worked for their masters, the MAN, Los Hacendados, y Los Mayordomos! Wearing pañuelos/handkerchiefs covering their eyes…too afraid to see the truth…too blinded to see their suffrage…unable to feel the shackles holding them down…Too content…to be whipped, tortured, dominated, oppressed; meekly accepting their social status as beaten peasant ESCLAVOS forced to work on their knees…Peones del Patron…sin Calzones. We were conditioned to accept our ESCLAVITUD until, we courageously stood up to break our Chains of Bondage.

We embodied Cesar Chavez’s humble spirit to stand up to the power brokers of the world…so accustom to expect our submissiveness and obedience. We sang our prayers to La Virgen de Guadalupe, seeking her protection from the bigotry and violence of the War Machines; waving their CROSS and SWORD forcing us to our knees, to submit to their control and way of life blindly; if we wanted to survive their spiritual genocide. We embraced Non Violence and Love…ignoring the beatings, the relentless pain; our aging backs had to endure marching into the COLD Moonlight…forsaking our youth…for hope.

We ran with the wind, waving our Huelga Flags and our Picket Signs in front of Safeway Markets…Boycotting Non Union Grapes, Non Union Lettuce…We joined Cesar Chavez on his Hunger Fasts; at our universities…demanding our institutions to cease and decease in support of La Causa de La Huelga.

I was blessed to be born in a generation that grew up during an ERA of Infinite enlightenment; a period of innocence lost, blind to the wind that swept us up into the cosmos, a period of great self discovery. We experienced a euphoric liberating freedom-putting fear back on our oppressors. Only as youth, we were able to understand, as we jointly listened to the new musical songs containing subliminal messages; only we could hear; no one could resist this cultural storm brewing in the universe that ignited within us. We felt the rippling effect of the goals laid out in El Plan Espiritual de Aztlán in the 1st National Chicano Youth Conference organized by the Crusade for Justices, under the leadership of Rodolflo Corky Gonzales in March, 1969. Followed, by the second National Chicano Youth Conference in June where El Plan de Santa Barbara was drafted and adopted by the raising Chicanada leadership….recruiting, enlisting us; charting out a definitive reconstruction of a new educational programing featuring Chicano Studies as a core curriculum.

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Our new Chicano manifesto demanding that we defy all social norms and Taboos of society including the highest taboo of CROSS-CULTURAL pollination… so we Burned our military Draft Card-notices in the face of the establishment; taunting the Police to do something about it, who remained stunned. Our sisters freed themselves by tossing their bras into bonfires. We Marched into the street in Protest, we walked out of our classrooms, challenging our educational institutions; demanding the implementation of bilingual/bicultural educational programs and to hire more bilingual Chicano/a teachers.

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It was a period of great upheaval, cats meowing, dogs barking, a unique time in tearing down the generational walls of racism, Sexual Taboos, Gender discrimination, fighting the establishment, Negating religious Iconic symbols, yet embracing our ancestral cosmic spirituality of our denied culture; suppressed by the dominant society; hidden in the jungle ruins of Chichen Itza …It was a time of change, it was time to question all authorities; from our parents to civic governmental leaders…it was a time to question our political leadership…it was a time to express our LOVE against the military WAR machines spitting out bullets, killing innocent people, in foreign lands…it was a time for PEACE not WAR…it was a time to dance and sing in the Sun.

It was a time when the weakest, oppressed and exploited folks stood united against the CONGLOMERATE AGRI-BUSINESS giants to demand justice, equal pay, unemployment protections, health benefits, safe working conditions, a retirement pension, having periodic breaks to use the restrooms in the fields; and stopping the sexual harassment of female workers… It was a time to be reconnected to our LOST ancestral past SUPPRESSED, BURNT AND DESTROYED by our Spanish conquerors…we learned to speak our forgotten tongue, we re-embraced our rich cultural heritage denied to us; singing songs and dancing to the sun…Once again we learned to play our Huehue drums; uniting our hearts to beat as one.

We challenged ourselves, our parents, our teachers, our principals, our politicians, our coaches, our military generals, the police, priests, nuns, the Pope and even God Almighty. We made the MAN, the SYSTEM, and the ESTABLISHMENT tremble as we made our demands known. We represented CHANGE…PROGRESS…THE FUTURE…HOPE…we were the agents of change, creating a new world order…for our children…who currently enjoy the benefits of our actions today (They will never realize what we did for them). I remember what happen in Kent State…I remember what happen in 1968 in Tlalteloco, Mexico…where the bloody stains of youth massacred still remain; caked on the pillars of the establishments, as a remainder,…painted within the master pieces of murals found throughout the country side. Foreigners abroad are baffled by our generation; labeling us as HIPPIES; Nonconformists, Chaotic-Activists, disorganized, anarchists; puzzled to understand why we were universally united; acting in a single cause…to overthrow the traditional structure suppressing YOUTH. We sought to break our Chains of Bondage. We broke all taboos…even after being forcefully institutionalized into their Casa de Los Locos where they tried to restrain us with their straight-jackets; forbidding us to speak out…to tell the undeniable truth… we threaten, we jeopardized their world order…as we sought to charted a new future.

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*We walked out of our schools demanding Justice; we wanted bilingual Chicano/a teachers, we wanted books that included our contributions and existence in the world; and yes we wanted the cafeterias to carry the kinds of foods we ate at home; our TACOs and Enchiladas…We demanded equality; equal representation…and the halting of the institution’s administering of BIAS-Psychological Testings (tools), branding us RETARDED. Simply, because we didn’t speak ENGLISH.

*In Crystal City, Texas; we learned to organize, in the kitchens with our mothers and our comadres, demanding that our young sisters be allowed to participate in CHEERLEADING. Who were denied by racist coaches, teachers, administrators and school boards citing that Latino/as did not possess the GENETIC make-up; the physical and mental capabilities to comprehend such complex cheerleading routines they would have to endure and perform. Mexicans especially don’t possess sufficient endurance to endure the rigors of cheerleading…as their white counter parts; whose superior Anglo-Saxon genetic body structure made them more capable of executing such difficult and challenging routines. The all white establishment upholding their racist discriminatory practices; rejoiced in their dominance. Their racist slogans could be clearly seen hanging on their walls of justice…on the entrances of their establishments of higher learning displayed NO DOGS, NO CATS and especially NO Mexican’s Allowed… Justice at that time meant…JUST US WHITE FOLKS The system was controlled and owned by them; Los Gabachos.

We were forced to form our own political party to express our interest, our hopes and we used their very system to RECALL them out of office. We VOTED OUT-all the Racist Trustees and fired the bigot school principal; still holding to heart, their racist hatred against our people…We discovered our voice, and our voting power. So we created El Partido de La Raza Unidad; our own political party. The sleeping giant in us awoke from the cycle of oppression blinding us, denying us our dignity and self-respect. We listen to the emerging inspirational words by Cesar Chavez, Dolores Huerta, Bert Corona, and especially Rodolfo Corky Gonzalez tired of their oppression; And now the sound of trampling, marching feet, clamoring voices, mariachi trumpet sounds blurring out Latino, Mexicano, Chicano-Power, or whatever I call myself I am the masses of my people…and I refuse to be absorbed… these words echoed throughout Aztlán…we clearly all understood and felt the meaning of the battle cry for justice…from the farm fields of America…to the mean streets of East L.A. We heard it loud and clear, all over Aztlán.

We represented the fertile earth to our elder’s…who planted jaded seeds into the Surcos of our subconscious minds. With great anticipation and expectation our ancestral elders tended to their barrio gardens awaiting the blossoming of their flowers. From the darkest abyss we were guided to see the light, burning from on top of Popocatecpetl’s Crest; touching the Universe; still watching over his people, awaiting for the day we would awaken from our slummer. We quietly sat in auditoriums, gyms, parks and on the side of mountains. Our eyes wide open, our hearts pounding listening to the Tlatolli" of Don Andres Segura, an indigenous elder from Mexico-Tenochtitlan, speaking to the wind; revealing the hidden secret teachings contained in our surviving codices; safe guarded away from the book bonfires of the Spanish Conquistadores and their zealous Catholic Priest attempting to erase our history, our language, our way of life, our people. We absorbed every nuance hidden in the ashes of the burnt codices. We were blessed to breathe the copal that Don Andres burnt, purifying us, uniting us to our ancestral heritage. Luis Valdez, revealed our lost mental abilities; allowing us to dream; to visualize a new future through Chicano Teatro to un-tap our creativity to stage productions; recreating, reteaching, re-inspiring us to take action…to change the NOW to our new Chicano realities.

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Cesar Chavez challenged us as youth to take control of our destiny; by obtaining the highest level of education, and by being servants to others in need. He wanted us to be ready to assume his role to create, to promote hope to all of God’s Children; upon his demise…leaving us his Huellas; to follow.

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Upon hearing Alurista’s Chicano Manifesto’s words echo in the wind; his words embodied our Neo-Mayan spiritual rebirth; upon hearing him read it out loud in the Crusade for Justice’s 1st National Chicano Youth Conferences, held in Denver, Colorado. His manifesto, laid the foundation to El Plan Espiritual de Aztlán. It’s rippling effect was felt through out Aztlán. Several months later a second conference was held redefining it as El Plan de Santa Barbara Each contained a critical nationalistic civil rights strategic action plan professing our destiny and how we were to live it.

So we took to the streets, shopping centers, the steps of city hall; to our state capitals and even to the steps of our churches…waving our Huelga flags, we carried our picket signs all day long; marching and shouting Si Se Puede…Si Se Puede…Boycott Non Union Grapes…Se Puede? Si Se Puede!! Viva la Causa! Viva Cesar Chavez…Viva Dolores Huerta! Viva la Huelga!!! Raza, Si…Guerra NO! Raza Si…Guerra NO! CHICANO…POWER!

CHICANO…POWER!

Our voices, resonated in the four winds throughout Aztlán! We were inspired, our hearts sang with pride; consumed with prayers of HOPE. We no longer accepted the current past…we rediscover our rich heritage stolen from us…We became Neo-Mayans, we became Barrio Warriors…standing proud as defenders of our people.

During my collegiate years, like my peers we were collectively immersed in fulfilling our educational responsibilities; mentally, spiritually and physically. I was fortunate, to be friend several inspirational leaders; Dr. Rudy Acuña, Luis Valdez, Cesar Chavez. And even Master Tad Kabota, a former secret service agent for the Prime Mister of Japan; known as the Fists of Steel. Collectively through them, I embraced a new art form of self-defense; freeing me from my fears. I felt empowered! I was prepared to defend my brothers and sisters non violently.

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In my sophomore year of college, I received my draft notice to report to the main East L. A. downtown induction center. I was being drafted into the Army, against my will but I accepted my destiny. I was fortunate to be examined at the induction center by a doctor; whose curiosity caught me off guard when he asked me How’s See-sir Chièa-vēzz doing? -Oh you mean Cesar Chavez? Oh, he is fine. He strangely enough, tapped my knees and informed me…We need more Barrio Warriors like you here in the streets of Los Angeles to defend the people." And like that he marked me 4F…freeing me of my military obligation, releasing me of my service responsibility. So, I returned to the streets, to my college, to Teatro Aztlán, to MECHA to La Lucha, to La Causa de La Huelga. To my Barrio! To bring about change.

I regret not personally attending the two key major MECHA, organizing youth conferences, (The First National Chicano Youth Conference) held in Denver, Colorado lead and organized by Rodolfo Corky Gonzales and the Crusade for Justice Committee. It was where El Plan Espiritual de Aztlán was drafted and adopted as a manifesto on March, 1969; defining our destiny as a people from Aztlán. And the second youth conference, held a month thereafter in northern California, on April, 1969; where it focused on the educational curriculum creation/birth of Chicano Studies. It was later to be known as El Plan de Santa Barbara, where the new Mexican-American Elite leadership gathered to lay out a strategic Chicano action plan; defining all aspects of Latino life in Aztlán. It was there that the United Mexican-American Students, UMAS, MAYA and all the other Mexican-American student clubs unanimously took on one single identity nationwide. MECHA," El Movimiento Edudiantil Chicano de Aztlán. The two plans charted out our future.

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EL PLAN ESPIRITUAL DE AZTLÁN MANIFESTO

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9-El Plan Espiritual

***Flyer of El Plan Espiritual de Aztlán, Photo 9, 1969***

In the spirit of a new people that is conscious not only of its proud historical heritage but also of the brutal gringo invasion of our territories, we, the Chicano inhabitants and civilizers of the northern land of Aztlán from whence came our forefathers, reclaiming the land of their birth and consecrating the determination of our people of the sun, declare that the call of our blood is our power, our responsibility, and our inevitable destiny.

We are free and sovereign to determine those tasks which are justly called for by our house, our land, the sweat of our brows, and by our hearts. Aztlán belongs to those who plant the seeds, water the fields, and gather the crops and not to the foreign Europeans. We do not recognize capricious frontiers on the bronze continent Brotherhood unites us, and love for our brothers makes us a people whose time has come and who struggles against the foreigner gabacho who exploits our riches and destroys our culture. With our heart in our hands and our hands in the soil, we declare the independence of our mestizo nation. We are a bronze people with a bronze culture. Before the world, before all of North America, before all our brothers in the bronze continent, we are a nation, we are a union of free pueblos, we are Aztlán.

Por La Raza todo.

Fuera de La Raza nada!

Manifesto written and presented by Alurista, Age 22, March, 1969."

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The outcome of the 2nd National Chicano Youth Conference in Santa Barbara in 1969 identified Rosalio Muñoz and David Sanchez to lead the National Chicano Moratorium. Chucky Poo, code name, recruited me for the C.I.A elite team of operatives entrusted with one single mission. He had studied my profile and sought my special skills. Our mission he proposed was to supervise, protect and defend the Chicano Leadership from any harm. We camouflaged ourselves; blending into the thousands of marchers and protesters. Standing 5 to 10 feet away from Rosalio, our task to circumvent any saboteurs, instigators from causing any disruptions or harm to our leadership. As our peaceful, non-violent moratorium march proceeded down Whittier Blvd on August 29, 1970. "The National Chicano Moratorium, was the largest organized movement of Chicano anti-war activists gathering; which was built by a broad-based coalition of Mexican-American groups to organize opposition to the Vietnam War. Led by activists from local colleges and members of MECHA and the Brown Berets a group with roots in the high school student movement that staged walkouts in 1968, the coalition peaked with the August 29, 1970 march in East Los Angeles that drew 30,000 demonstrators. We as the C.I.A., negated to anticipated that we needed a PLAN B. as we were caught off guard by the invasion of the LA Sheriff’s Department troops who disrupted our family, community gathering. We were invisible agents defending the holy landscape against the massacre in E.L.A. Their actions sparked a RIOT televised around the world. The sheriff’s department brought mayhem and chaos into our peaceful event. Sadly, the Maranos murdered Ruben Salazar; the sheriff who committed this atrocity was exonerated-found blameless by his judicial peers, of the crime. The system refused to accept responsibility for their deadly actions. Ironically, the truth is buried along side the grassy knoll…sealed in the secret vaults of this country.

The Vietnam War, remains as an UNHOLY War against our Asian brothers; who are campesinos humbly trying to work in their farm fields, their rice paddies of their country; they are struggling to feed their nation. Their spirit was never broken…amidst tons of Napalm Bombings, they endured, they persevered during the dark fiery nights…tending their crops and protecting their nation.

Rodolfo Corky Gonzales……….Presente!

Dr Rudy Acuña .………Presente!

Dr. Ernesto Galazar….Presente!

Cesar Chavez…………..Presente!

Dolores Huerta…………Presente!

Rosalio Muñoz………Presente!

Luis Valdez…………..Presente!

Alurista……………….Presente! When Raza???

We were mesmerized by our emerging leaders in song, in poetry, in murals, in teatro, in culture, in our regional folklorico dances of Mexico, in danza (Azteca). and in our estrellas making us laugh. Our lost identity echoed in the wind, as we learned to bless the four cardinal directions of our soul…with Tonatiuh lighting our hearts, dancing to the sonajas, huehue drums, sacred flutes singing to the great creator. We were re-introduced to Quetzalcoatl and to his spiritual and mental powers, lost in time; denied from us by our conquerors to practice. Welcoming today’s new Mañana in the primavera of tomorrows gone bye…Arrastrando La Cruz…Demanding our liberation… Cleansing our universe with our sacred copal…it’s burning smoke repelling the NEGATIVE-BLACK FORCES attempting to re-take control…trying to prevent the sun from shining inside of us; during the sacred Mayan ball games, of our youth.

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Catolicos, for La Raza, Photo 11, 1969

To be a hippie was a symbolic gesture to achieving our liberation; allowing us to refuse the social order of the times. Every sense of reality was altered to be FREE; unshackling all chains; mentally, socially, sexually, culturally and spiritually…life styles, gender roles, our destiny renewed…A new sense of liberation existed that challenged the STATUS-QUO of society, representing the establishment of government, family and the church.

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We were Los Catolicos Por La Raza breaking our religious chains of bondage on the steps of St. Basil’s Cathedral Church in Los Angeles on December 24, 1969…as we were holding a peaceful rally; picketing outside while midnight mass was being celebrated inside..seeking a renewed spirit hidden in the Vatican Historical Chambers of genocide, of cultures destroyed…eradicated from existence. 20 of my brothers and sisters were indicted by the Archdiocese…for seeking La Virgin de Guadalupe’s protection.

The 1960’s was a period of immense liberation, enlightenment, empowerment and rebirth. We were forced to be the new renaissance people; to bring about great social, cultural and artistic change all around the world. The institutionalize system of the establishment was not ready to deal with the challenges of it’s youth, questioning their authority.

The Catholic Church’s mission since arriving into Las Americas, was to eradicate indigenous thought and culture forcing christianity on it’s new Indio society. My particular church in East L.A. tried to force me to submit, to kneel before them…to kiss their embellished hand’s adore with luxurious shining Ruby red rings…withdrawing it quickly; refusing to baptize my daughter, after pronouncing my daughter’s name, Tonantzin; (their holy mother…) fearing her rebirth in our communities…fearing that we will re-discover the truth of our CREATOR: who will again appear before us, to re-instruct us in old ways; teaching how to pray in our forgotten tongue and allowing us to re-embrace, to rediscover our lost and forbidden spiritual and cultural heritage…buried in the ashes of the burnt codices beneath their temples.

Yes, the 1960’s was an era of explosive-artistic, spiritual, cultural revolution; ushered in by the music lingering in the horizon, and the youth of the world who sacrificed their lives…painting the landscape with their blood. Securing our liberation; we enjoy today. Progress, is constantly being challenged by those seeking to returned to the past values of control by the old establishment. But above all things, WE HAD FUN; dancing in the rain, dodging bullets and avoiding the rumbling earthquake debris falling all around us while making love; while experimenting with mind enhancing, altering secret potions…allowing us to go on our sacred psychedelic vision quest journeys with Don Peyote on a purple submarine….listening to Janis Joplin and the DOORS…just before lighting the sacred fires in El Templo Mayor igniting Tonatiuh to shine his light of revelations on his flowers, his machehualtines…in Aztlán.

During this era, Culture was turned upside down; the American identity collided with all ethnicities. The greatest fear each foreign country had was the torrential influence the hippie generation introduced; in challenging authority, and the status quo…As evidence of the explosive conflict transpiring in the middle east.

Justice, Equality, Peace and Freedom, and Love continues to be our battle cry. We continue to be wild flowers, blossoming everywhere; even in concrete jungles, we continue to be the Helter-Skelter threat to THE MAN, THE SYSTEM, THE ESTABLISHMENT, THE MILITARY, EDUCATION, THE CHURCH, OUR PARENTS AND OURSELVES…. Because we are all from the same garden locked in La Casa de Los Locos! expecting proof of life….making love, smiling, singing and dancing to our own beat; AS ONE CORAZON-HEART…in our cosmic universe de Aztlán.

Nia,

Always question (all) Authority. I hope that somewhat answers your question.

MEXICA-TIAHUI!

Con Todo Amor y Respeto,

Tio

P.S. La Causa is still much alive! Mija, Mr. G’s Battle Cry! La Causa de La Raza Wants You! We must remain ever so vigilant, because;

The Evil face of hatred, bigotry and the racial divide is looming in the Dark shadows seeking to return to their glorious good old days.

¡Despierta! When Raza? Hoy! Despierta

Mr. G’s Battle Cry!

"La Causa de La Raza Wants You!"

Edited and Documented August 29, 1970 By Mr. G

~Preface~

The 1960‘s and 70’s ushered in major social and cultural changes in America and around the world. The civil rights movement created by Cesar Chavez’s United Farm Workers Union-Huelga sparked the Chicano Civil Rights Movement in the barrio. It gave prominence to new leaders; that emerged from the shadows of the farm fields, barrio kitchens, universities to the hall ways of justice. Ernesto Galarza, Bert Corona, Corky Gonzalez, Cesar Chavez, Dolores Huerta, Luis Valdez, Alurista, Dr. Rudy Acuña, Sal Castro, Vickie Castro, David Sanchez, Rosalio Muñoz and Jose Angel Gutierrez,; each bringing pertinent issues to the forefront of their local communities; in Aztlán. They laid the floor plans for the masses of Gente to make their demands known. The youth of this new generation listened and