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August 11, 2008

My Abuela said I was lucky to be born on this side, “tienes pasaporte. Te ayudan con todo por donde naciste.” And sometimes I wish I wasn’t graced with the misfortune of being born de este lado. Because where there was no wall before, walls were constructed around the primos “de alla” and the cousins de Mexico, and las familias de alla and las familias del otro lado. And in Mexico, where the lands were owned by familias for decades, with houses to live in and farms to work-a place that was home. The displaced ones, the ones who had the geographical misfortune of being on one wrong side of a treaty, had no home, or land, or ownership, or voice or vote.

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