Author: José Ángel Navejas
"Las ratas no tienen alas 13 de febrero de 2015 México México santuario del perpetuo mal seno de la eterna esperanza cuna del horror..." nación de límpidas primaveras manantial de la discordia región nativa de la inocencia y la perversidad inmensa fosa clandestina
To be undocumented means, first, to be on the run. Then, on the lookout. Always. This is why, during the COVID-19 pandemic, some of the measures being implemented nationwide, such as “shelter-in-place,” are both familiar and contradictory to their basic needs, their quotidian reality...
Each afternoon, when I pick up my daughter from the bilingual public school she attends in our small Midwestern town, I see it—a snapshot of the future of this country: white, African-American, Asian, Middle Eastern, and Hispanic children playing happily together.
When I was 19 years old, I broke through the border and eventually materialized in Chicago. Ever since, the Midwest has been home to me. That was about 26 years ago, and if back then someone had told me I would be..
by José Ángel Navejas