stumbling over deer again on my way to the office (just in front of Café Revolucion, about which i have to write more one day).
and running into sweet Lili again on the bus on my way home. she tells me stories about how they celebrated Thanksgiving together with a bunch of Brown Berets. they went to Alcatraz to join the Native American Unthanksgiving ceremony that has been taking place since the 1970s. (in 1969 a small group of Native Americans occupied the island of Alcatraz, during 18 months, and claimed it for native people. the action was the symbolic beginning of a civil rights movement for Native Americans.) and this thursday, she enthousiastically announces, we’ll have a full picture report from the Brown Beret’s visit to la otra campana in Tijuana. when i’ve been out of the routines of my life in santa cruz for a while, and going to the Brown Berets meetings always requires an effort, there is Lili to draw me in.