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Out around town
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<p><strong> : I am a mocha-skinned woman with long, curly hair and dark-brown eyes. Puerto Ricans always ask if I am Puerto Rican, Dominicans just come and start speaking Spanish, Cubans ask if my abuelita made good arroz con leche, but Mexicans know I’m black. What gives?</strong></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><strong>La Morena</strong></p>
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Special Refried Edición
By Gustavo Arellano
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<p><strong> : A few years ago, I moved to Tucson. In said city, I noticed that there were little piles of stuff accumulated on the medians of the main roads. It looks like what was Dia de la Muertos paraphernalia—I’m not so gringo as to not know what’s up. These little piles of beads—sometimes piles big enough to have bikes—are obviously memorials to deceased family and friends. My question is this: Why the need to litter the medians or roadsides?</strong></p>
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