The title of the old hit from music legend Carlos Santana is freshly, and sadly, appropriate for today’s anti-immigrant climate—not only in that longtime southern bastion of hate, but across the country.
That Major League Baseball’s annual Civil Rights Game was played in Atlanta this past Sunday is already a slap in the face to conscious, justice-minded folk who realize that praising African American players while insulting indigenous people/Native Americans through caricaturized, stereotyped names and logos (think “Braves” and the concomitant “tomahawk chop,” negative imagery, etc.) is a perpetuation of the sick doublespeak this country uses against persons of color.
The slap is even more forceful in light of Georgia’s recent passing and signing… Read more