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Tú Te Vas

Tú Te Vas Sandra Del Rio Madrigal When the US invaded México, nuestra gente became foreigners to their own tierra. Their rivers, arches, canyons, lakes, and frosted hills were stripped of the soil that kept the greenery growing, all while their voices withered away to the sound of a white man’s destiny. And when I brought my daughters to a place I had heard to give a dier ff ent kind of hope than the ones we could find at church, I only thought of the fields nuestra gente walk through to get to a state we all know could be home. Mariana never listened to the Rolling Stones. She didn’t listen to Nirvana, Guns N’ Roses, nor Hall and Oates. Billy Joel, the Beatles, Frank Sinatra, the Smiths . . . No— other musicians played through her parents’ car radio and home stereos when the day came through to make her family work. Mariana, then, had those other musicians to listen to when she needed a place to stay. When she needed to nestle into spaces the eig noh tt es h-m ade when they rose and sank for each other, and where they slanted to take her home. Those notes gently nudge narratives http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Frontiers: A Journal of Women Studies University of Nebraska Press

Tú Te Vas

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Abstract

Sandra Del Rio Madrigal When the US invaded México, nuestra gente became foreigners to their own tierra. Their rivers, arches, canyons, lakes, and frosted hills were stripped of the soil that kept the greenery growing, all while their voices withered away to the sound of a white man’s destiny. And when I brought my daughters to a place I had heard to give a dier ff ent kind of hope than the ones we could find at church, I only thought of the fields nuestra gente walk through to get to a state we all know could be home. Mariana never listened to the Rolling Stones. She didn’t listen to Nirvana, Guns N’ Roses, nor Hall and Oates. Billy Joel, the Beatles, Frank Sinatra, the Smiths . . . No— other musicians played through her parents’ car radio and home stereos when the day came through to make her family work. Mariana, then, had those other musicians to listen to when she needed a place to stay. When she needed to nestle into spaces the eig noh tt es h-m ade when they rose and sank for each other, and where they slanted to take her home. Those notes gently nudge narratives

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Frontiers: A Journal of Women Studies – University of Nebraska Press

Published: Apr 15, 2022

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