I am brown. What does that mean? I believe the answer lies within my narrative and the narrative of my people. Who are my people? As I seek to understand my history, my place in society, my identity as a Latina, I realize something. I realize that in order to understand that, I must also understand what it means to be a person of color. Brown, black, yellow, whatever color makes us "different than." I am not blinded to the hurt and pain of my fellow black brothers and sisters. I see their pain. I do not understand their pain as much as I sometimes wish I did, or sometimes even believe I do. But as a Christian and as a Latina, I believe it my responsibility to seek to understand more. For me, for them, for us. The struggle of being a Hispanic-American woman in this country is not just rooted in my being Hispanic. It is rooted in America's history. In America's treatment of Native Americans, Black Americans, Asian Americans, Middle Eastern Americans....
Mimi was born in Chicago, IL to Ecuadorian parents. She grew up as (what Mimi finds fits her most) a "1.75" generation Hispanic-American. This blog is aimed at sharing with you the thoughts, reflections, and experiences of Mimi's life in the U.S.