I was inspired by some healthy-ish dialogue regarding the Chicano identity I saw on one of my favorite accounts, and felt compelled to post this book.
I’m going to do a thorough breakdown of it one day because I believe it’s that important, but for now I’m a keep it simple and say I personally am not a Chicano, Mexican, OR American, let alone Aztec, Latin, or Hispanic.
I’m a Xicano, an indigenous person (group) born of the Cataclysm that ensued following European contact on Turtle Island.
My ‘nationhood’ is determined solely by the militarized border that was violently and arbitrarily defined by settler-colonialists who divided the lands that my ancestors walked on for thousands of years prior to their arrival, removing many of us from our ancestral cultures, knowledges, practices, and most importantly, land rights in the process.
The distinction between XicanX and Chicana/o are critical - the X’s are a conscientious rejection of the term Chicana/o - the first X distinguishes from the original Chicano Movement of the 70’s that is infamous for its sexist, homophobic, machismo, and all-around exclusionary practices, while the second attempts to do away with the gendered trapping of the Spanish language.
If you want to be ‘technical’ (read: colonial) about it, my citizenship is American - but my loyalty, my very being, is devoted to THE LAND from whence I came, and not one single flag that flies over it ✌🏽. - 1 hour ago