Resolana: Emerging Chicano Dialogues on Community and Globalization, by Atencio, Montiel, Mares
. . . I remember more than one night when a drunk would invite himself onto my grandmother's front porch and make all kinds of noise there, singing to himself, crying, and carrying on. My grandmother wouldn't have called 911, even if such an emergency number had existed then, she didn't even call the police. She would simply get out of bed in great irritation, march out to the porch, and inflict a tongue-lashing on the drunk (usually someone she had known since he was a child) and order the hapless and usually apologetic wretch to leave, which he promptly did. Such a thing is almost unthinkable today. I recount this anecdote because it illustrates how closely knit the community was: even the drunks were part of an extended family. They were kin.
Excerpt from my essay, "A Resolana on Networks," in "Resolana, Emerging Chicano Dialogues on Community and Globalization."
Excerpt from my essay, "A Resolana on Networks," in "Resolana, Emerging Chicano Dialogues on Community and Globalization."
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