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Mi abuelita

At the age of six, I came to live in the United States. My grandmother was so excited. She painted the most beautiful images of how it would be. "Mijo, we are going to go to a better place. We are going to a place where the streets are made of gold, where dollars grow on trees, and most importantly, where you can become somebody."

By Alejandro Vidales

When I got here, we lived in San Diego, CA, right next to the ocean. I remember going to the beach, listening to the seagulls, feeling the breeze on my face, looking at the waves drifting to the shore, feeling the last sun rays hitting my skin. It was magic. Every Saturday, my grandmother and I walked along the shore, picking up sand dollars and sea shells. She helped me build sand castles. "No, hoy, no. Primero tienes que hacer tu figura." I would laugh and hug her. She wasn't only my grandmother; she was my friend.

I didn't like school because I didn't understand anybody. At the time, I didn't speak English. When I got home, my abuelita became my school. She taught me how to read and write in Spanish. And while learning Spanish, I was able to pick up English.

I liked studying with my abuelita because after we finished, she would cook dinner. Man, could she cook! I remember her wrinkled hands grinding the corn, then chopping fresh tomatoes, tomatillos, onions, and chiles. Every cut exact, just how she wanted. She made the best salsa. Sometimes my friends would come to my house for dinner. But most of the time, it would only be the two of us having dinner together because my uncles were never home and my mom was too busy working.

I never met my grandfather or father, so my abuelita took the responsibility of guiding me. She taught me how to clean, sweep, mop, cook, and even wash and iron my own clothes. She also taught me how to be independent, respectful, responsible, and how to treat women.

As I write this piece, I clearly remember her words: "Mijo, I brought you here so you can do something with your life. I want you to get your education and become a great lawyer or doctor or whatever you want. Show everybody that a Mexicano can make a difference and that you don't need to shoot anybody or steal to get attention. I believe in you, and I know you will accomplish anything you put your mind to."

Now that I am a senior in high school, I am going to graduate and go to college because I don't plan on letting my abuelita or myself down. I want to thank my abuelita for raising me to become a real man.

Winter 1999

CONTENTS
Vol. 15, No. 2

Seventeen, Self-image, and Stereotypes

Masks Of Global Exploitation

Advertising the Truth

Producing Consumers Essay

Channel One Enters Media Literacy Movement

Why I Said No To Coca-Cola

Of Mickey Mouse and Monopolies

Educators and the Fight for Public Media

Editorial: Moving Beyond 'Media Literacy'

Videos Mentioned in the Articles

Ed Web: Websites on Media Literacy and Advertising

Vouchers: Church/State Complexities

Legislation Calls for Access and Accountability

A Visit to a Religious Elementary School

Report Looks at Public and Private Schools

Testing: Full Speed Ahead

The Jobs of Tomorrow

National Summit: What Wasn't Said

What Do We Need To Know Now?

References for "What Do We Need To Know Now?"

The Politics Of Biological Determinism

My Daughter, Child #008458743

Sweet Learning

MI abuelita

In My Father's Kitchen

Diseases Laud Kansas Decision

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