Wonderful abuelita had all her time, 103 years. QEPD.
I, too, had a Mexican grandmother. She lived in Michoacan, Kansas, Nebraska, Texas, before settling in California where she spent her life never learning much English, but became a Citizen and would have been immune to suspicious Arizona kops.
As the final lines of "Yo Soy Joaquin" remind us, "We will endure. We will endure." So it will come to pass for Arizona's people, all of them. It's the last gasp for effete unitedstatesian hate. I hoped the 1964 Civil Rights Act had sounded the death knell for this type of xenophobic hatred, but it seems the South has risen again, this time in Phoenix AZ.
Reading Arizona. I recommend two.
RJ Pineiro's
Meltdown. It opens with the failure of Palo Verde nuclear power plant outside Phoenix. The radiation immigrates east to Phoenix where, without so much as asking for papers, devastates the city brown and anglo alike.
Then there's Tom Miller's
Revenge of the Saguaro. A redneck immigrates West after time in Attica prison to settle in Arizona. One day the pendejo takes some beer and assault weapons into the saguaro forest and shoots down cactus after cactus. Yee haw! But one saguaro, 150 years old, refuses to topple until the redneck stands under it. Finally the saguaro lets go a 3 ton branch and "fwook!" One dead asshole.
I plan to invite the Tucson schools to attend the Chicana Chicano literary festival Festival de Flor y Canto. Yesterday • Today • Tomorrow, scheduled for September 15-17 2010 at the University of Southern California. It's a revival of a literary movement that began in 1973 at USC. Just in case the kids believe the crap coming out of Phoenix politicians' mouthholes about exclusion and cultural isolation.
http://labloga.blogspot.com/2010/04/2010-festival-de-flor-y-canto-launch.htmlmvs