Latina Activist Betita Martinez’s Wisdom for Young Organizers

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Activist Elizabeth “Betita” Martinez once wrote in an essay that “there is no separating my life from history.” And it’s true: her life is like a thread weaving through the movements for self-determination and justice.  Born in 1925, she has lived more than nine lives: as a member of New York’s heady literati in the 1940s and 50s, a link between the Black Power and Chicano movements in the 1960s, a feminist critic of the sexism and homophobia within Third World solidarity groups here in the U.S. in the 1960s and 1970s, and a respected public intellectual in the left throughout her entire career.

In March 2000, Betita authored an essay for Colorlines that asked “Where Was the Color in Seattle?” engaging a new generation of organizers of color, wanting to make the link between global capitalism abroad and austerity measures impacting communities of color, here at home.  Connections, wrote Betita, “absolutely crucial if we are to make Seattle’s promise of a new, international movement against imperialist globalization come true.”  It was through this essay that I first came into contact with Betita and her ideas, as a young organizer of color both influenced by the 1999 protests against the World Trade Organization (WTO), yet also critical of a movement that was largely comprised of white, middle class males.  Her words helped me think about how inclusion figured in other struggles, such as the antiwar movement and, more recently, Occupy Wall Street.

It was with these questions in mind that I had the privilege to engage both Betita and her old friend Olga Talamante in dialogue this past Sunday.  The two have a friendship going back more than 35 years. They first met when Olga was released from prison in Argentina, where she was incarcerated for one year as a political prisoner, and was tortured the hands of the right-wing Peronist dictatorship.  Now, Olga heads the Chicana/Latina Foundation, which develops the leadership of young Latinas, and is active with local LGBT advocacy groups.
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Orange is the New Green: Oakland’s community owned Solar Mosaic

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Gwai Boonkeut suffers from severe heart disease.  He doesn’t smoke, has no family history of diabetes or heart problems, and he’s in his mid 50s — about 10 years younger than the average age for men who suffer from their first heart attack.  A doctor told Boonkeut that his heart operated at a third of the capacity of a normal heart.  Boonkeut, who supports his family by working as a school janitor, had to cut back his hours because of his health.

Boonkeut moved his family to Richmond, California in 1980 from Laos to escape the violence of the Vietnam War, where he lost his mother, two brothers, and a niece.  However, life in Richmond wasn’t any better.  In 2004, his 15-year-old daughter Chan was mistakenly targeted by gang members and killed at the family’s front door. Boonkeut’s older son was caught up drug use.

The city is dominated by the Chevron corporation, which operates massive oil refineries, spewing hazardous toxins in the air. Boonkeut is a member of the Asian Pacific Environmental Network (APEN), a community based group advocating for the health and livelihoods of members such as Boonkeut.
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The Intelligentsia: Scattered Reflections on Chekhov’s Three Sisters


I saw the most amazing play yesterday. I left the theater, feeling chilled, with prickles erupting across my skin.

Of course, this being Berkeley, two elder women, white with gray hair, exited ahead of me, talking loudly:

“Well, there were so many problems…with the wardrobe. I mean, really! First, Irina’s dress wasn’t pressed.”

“No, really?”

“Yes, not pressed since the last performance. Second, the soldier’s leather straps were all twisted up. A top notch performance would not let the soldiers go on stage, with their straps all twisted like that…”

I crossed the street to avoid them and shivered in the cool East Bay night, savoring the chilled air and the opening lines to Pushkin’s poem Ruslan and Ludmila that Masha repeatedly cites.

A green oak grows by a curving shore.
And on that oak a gold chain hangs;
And on that oak a gold chain hangs.

I woke up this morning with a burning desire to go to Moscow.
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