The educational system of Puerto Rico was and has always been an issue. As of the recent economic debt default, the school system and its employees were up on the chopping block for official closing so that the island can attempt to pay their $70 billion dollar debt. The Hedge Fund owners of the debt
Below are excerpts of reports sent to the US mainland government by assigned US military personal after the signing of the Paris Treaty in 1898 that made PR property of the United States. The first portion of the report solely focuses on the civic conditions of Aguadilla, Mayaguez, San Juan, Vieques, Arecibo and Ponce.
Someone once said- if you want to hide something from a black man- put it in a book. I went to google the name of that said person but nothing. In any event, at this point it doesn’t matter who said but that it was said. So in response to the massive population on twitter
I finished the book. I expected a different kind of memoir. A tell me all kind of reading. I wanted to fat talk. Roxane Gay’s book was that and it wasn’t that at all. I was left feeling empty and not full. Like she let me sit at the dinner table with and eat only
I usually don’t react and write about current racial issues. Simply because they will be emotionally filled and most times I can’t get my words right enough to speak on events we’re still experiencing in 2017…. and how white people still say that racism isn’t alive. I do, however, repost articles that I read on
He was born, he may have lied and then he died. I knew very little of about my father. I know his name was Juan Lopez and the streets called him Papo. I know that he was born in Juan Diaz, Puerto Rico and the island called him Collore. I knew that his mother abandoned
Mother has been bothering me about taking on a mother role to a kitten or two in Newark. Both myself and my son have told her that I have asthma and I am severely allergic to them. I am not quite sure when the allergy developed because I have had cats before. Nosky, the youngest
I never mentioned those five weeks on campus at the Hill Summer Program where I met your dad. It’s the same place I met his current high school adviser. I never said anything about how we both went our separate ways our 9th grade year until that one track meet in the spring of 1996. How
The waiting room was unchanged. The walls were a blue sea green that held hand painted pictures of flowers and mounted in frames of compressed wood dust. It was still filled with those uncomfortable chairs whose padding was made of hunter green plastic leather and had absolutely no back support. There were eight chairs in
My phone vibrated against my thigh. “I’m so sorry Sugar. I’ve been busy working. I meant to answer you earlier.” I read the text message from one of my “friends” about four times before I realized that it was doing something to me I didn’t quite understand. I suddenly remembered there was only one other