By Ana Castillo
Black Dove: Mamá, Mi'jo, and Me looks at what it skill to be a unmarried, brown, feminist dad or mum in an international of mass incarceration, racial profiling, and police brutality. via startling humor and love, Castillo weaves intergenerational tales touring from Mexico urban to Chicago. And in doing so, she narrates a few of America's so much heated political debates and pressing social injustices in the course of the oft-neglected lens of motherhood and family.
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My mother had not known that she needed permission from my father to take me into México, so with my cousin’s birth certificate to pass me off as Mexican-born, we all got on a train one day, and I illegally entered Mexico City. Our life in Chicago was not suburban backyards with swings and grassy lawns. It was not what I saw on TV. And yet it was not the degree of poverty in which we all found ourselves immersed overnight, through inheritance, birth, bad luck, or destiny. It was the destiny that my mother and her sister had dodged by doing as their mother, María de Jesús, had done decades before (for a period of her life at least) by getting the hell out of México, however they could.
My aunt was the family woman and I had grown into the career woman of the new generation, symbol of hope for possible true liberation from men’s incessant needs and demands. My mother, from whom no doubt I acquired the somber manner that has so often been misinterpreted as aloofness, was so different from her only sister. I’ve always been attracted to the gaiety displayed by some extroverts. My aunt brought out the deep, hidden lust for life in me that I am very certain she also had and, for our individual reasons, we usually kept beneath the surface of daily affairs.
Sweet. The infant is sitting up with a knitted sweater over her pretty dress. Had the mother made it for her child? Did she find the day too chilled in Nebraska and fear her baby might catch a draft? As you may know (or not, I will tell you anyway) the history of the country includes the liberal importation of labor during times of growth. My grandparents were a part of this migration. The European settlers had suppressed, enslaved, and eliminated indigenous peoples; the survivors were sent to reservations.