la patria es el otro

Along the way we have even lost the right to call ourselves Americans, although the Haitians and the Cubans appeared in history as new people a century before the Mayflower pilgrims settled on the Plymouth coast. For the world today, America is just the United States; the region we inhabit is a sub-America, a second-class America of nebulous identity.

I never call your name, but you are in me like the song in the nightingale’s throat even when it’s not singing.

Yes, they can place you at the scene of the crime. But there’s no evidence that can back up their stupid, lazy theory: that it was you. No motif good enough, no possible way you could have fought a man like Diego, and bring him down without getting hurt yourself. For once, physics are on your side. The people are on your side. And it pisses Them off, it puts all lights on their negligence when it comes to people like you, to people who are different, who are a reminder that América is a continent, not a country. They don’t like that. They don’t like you