Is there anything in the world as cool as just “cooling it,” you know, kicking back in your comfy jeans, and that nice fitting tee-shirt you found in Borrego Springs, some broken in running shoes, acting and feeling like you just know you’re cool.
Talking about a little respite from rising everyday and entering into Twilight Zone like scenes wherein wee-minded anti-this and anti-that beings scurry about frightened to death of life, all caught up in their “America Love it or Leave It” proclivities and philosophies.
You spend a few moments in their world and you just have to “cool it” whenever you can because when you get back up on your feet again the “antis” will be there, right where you left them, ready to make your day at, say, something as innocent as a rally for dignity and decency on a bright and sunny day in May called May Day.
Oh, they were like stoned bantam roosters, that day, the antis, chests out, nowhere near as far as their bellies, crowing nonsense they’d heard on right wing radio, so numb, so compassionless, so willing to jump on a white horse (poor pony) with a Lash Larue whip and round up all the Latinos and ship them out on a rio to Mexico. These folks will never forget the Alamo.
But who writes their material, I want to know? I mean what’s with a slogan like: “Why in the Hell Should I Have to Press 1 for English?” So you can understand the message, Fool!
Or this: “What if the next illegal immigrant is carrying a nuclear device?” Then you’d better corra le, bato (loosely translated: run, mofo). And don’t let the atomic bomb hit you where the good Lord split you, to paraphrase a saying of my day.
Or this: “Why does liberalism want to erase our language, borders and culture?”
Was I asleep when liberals discussed such desires? Who among us would dare try to erase our language with English Only attitudes firmly in place in an atmosphere where speaking Spanish is seen as a disgrace? And I don’t think it would be the least bit easy trying to erase the border in the midst of our society’s “Let’s build a fence equal to the Great Wall in China” mentality.
And what, pray tell, is our culture: thinking so much of ourselves that we can’t relate to anyone else, even going to the length of seeing some as less than ourselves when all they’re trying to do is just survive, just stay alive, just do exactly what anyone would do who hasn’t given up on life as an enterprise?
But these Modern day Jim Crows couldn’t put as much as a dent in that colorful May Day event as they were absolutely drowned out and blown away by bronze colored dancers who came along the way, moving to the powerful drum rhythms and haunting melodies born in ancient times when the “Americas” was a horse of a different color and kind. Following them as far as the eye could see, were hundreds of gentes, mostly Latino, all having marched from Chicano Park, a place of the soul and of the heart, a place filled with murals depicting art that captures the spirit of what we were all basically seeking that day: peace and human understanding. Why should such pursuits be so demanding?
I reflected on such a beautiful sight the other night, nursing a little red wine, cooling it with a couple of friends of mine from Sun & Moon Vision Productions at a fund raising party for one of their latest productions, Youth Out Loud 2, a sequel to an earlier documentary film they did a few years ago that chronicled the struggles in the lives of young gays and lesbians in their schools. Why a sequel? Well, gay people have a rather large following of “antis” so LGBTQ children still face and have to tolerate way too much harassment and bullying during a typical school day.
But, as we were all locked into our best “cooling it” postures and stances that night we didn’t get into any of that to any large degree, knowing that there will be plenty of time for that the next day because the next wrong to be righted is always a mere day away. Unless, of course, you’re cooling it that day. Like I’m cooling it today.