MS-13 in My Classroom
August 22, 2011
Blue pants, white stripes, trace portable tattoos into the fertile land of a teacher’s psyche: a place where crushed heads and dismembered limbs soak in liquid red. The colours you wear bear a statement of the world your ancestors were unfortunate to inherit. A place where war has turned Natives against Europeans, Europeans against Natives, Native Europeans against European Natives, you against yourself. Blue sky rushes alongside white clouds. White petals caress blue waves. Blue marbles roll over white sand. The colours you wear bear a statement of America’s aching past, and the dislocation of your culture today . . .