The Hidden Burden
A Reflection on Birthdays
Cesar Velez
A Reflection on Birthdays October 12th, 1492. Five hundred years before my inception, the one true illegal immigrant set foot in the Americas, kickstarting a chain of events that would unleash disease, famine, and a genocide spanning centuries. I was taught in school history classes that this man was honorable and brave—that he sailed the ocean blue out of the spirit of adventure, not out of his own greed and depravity. We even have a federal holiday dedicated to this champion of brutality. October 12th, 1992. I enter this world begrudgingly, my poor mother having endured three days of labor...
In Another Time
Cesar Velez
In Another Time Less questions on belonging More photographs with smiles More grounded in my roots Less judges and less trials More wind beneath my wings Less paths ahead left unexplored Clean slates with which to start each day Memories I can afford
La Ley Del Monte
Cesar Velez
My mother still has vivid memories of early childhood spent in the mountainous green valleys of Southwestern Mexico. Born into a farming family, her appreciation of agriculture started very early. For her father & grandfather, each day would begin at 4 am. Their farming practice relied on the labor-intensive & traditional practice of oxen tilling & stream irrigation. My great grandmother & grandmother would prepare daily lunches that my mom (aged 5 or 6) and tía (her elder by a year) were tasked with delivering to the fields where work was being done. In the late afternoon, they dressed in...
Los Brazos de Mamá
Cesar Velez
Madre mía. No words that I write can properly express what you mean to me and to our family. You are the embodiment of sacrifice and unconditional love. To be a woman in today’s world is a difficult enough task. To be an Immigrant Woman, in a new country, raising 3 boys while living undocumented seems impossible. It’s difficult to imagine how one could pull it off. But I believe the simple answer is that you did it through Love. Love for your children. Love that allowed you to sacrifice your own hopes & aspirations to ensure that your sons...
BIG FISH
Cesar Velez
Mis hermanos. We are adults now, but I often reflect on our time spent living together under one roof as children. Denied the childhood home often attached to the idyllic American Dream, our situation forced us to move constantly. No living situation was ever permanent, so we knew many homes. So many, it’s impossible to label any single physical structure we temporarily resided in as a true “home.” But it made no difference. To me, home was never a physical space. “Home” was anytime that we were together. It was playing sports outdoors past sunset. Cartoons together before and after...