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The Word Pachuco, and: Mango and Tango, and: Boy of Six

The Word Pachuco, and: Mango and Tango, and: Boy of Six Renato Rosaldo The Word Pachuco I learned the word pachuco my first week at Tucson High when Tim Acosta burst into homeroom, yanked me by the collar, right out of my desk, smacked me against the wall, and growled, I hear you're gonna beat the shit out of me. I stammered, never said that, and he flung me across the desk and stomped out. A year later my friends and I baptized ourselves The Chasers. Nobody messed with us, not Tim Acosta, nobody. Every morning we leaned against the wall, slightly lifting our chins as friends passed by. One day six Mexicans jumped an Anglo. We joined in his defense, Mexicans against Mexicans. Next day The Chronicle reported: race war ravages Tucson High. Mango and Tango In kindergarten I told nobody I spoke English with Mom, español con Papá, but in first grade 109 my secret tongue bulged out and blurted that two words in a song hurt my ears. My teacher made me stand and repeat mango and tango until my face was ruptured and scarlet. She phoned my parents and said that two languages would burst my brains, so I bit my tongue and watched the http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

The Word Pachuco, and: Mango and Tango, and: Boy of Six

Prairie Schooner , Volume 80 (3)

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Renato Rosaldo The Word Pachuco I learned the word pachuco my first week at Tucson High when Tim Acosta burst into homeroom, yanked me by the collar, right out of my desk, smacked me against the wall, and growled, I hear you're gonna beat the shit out of me. I stammered, never said that, and he flung me across the desk and stomped out. A year later my friends and I baptized ourselves The Chasers. Nobody messed with us, not Tim Acosta, nobody. Every morning we leaned against the wall, slightly lifting our chins as friends passed by. One day six Mexicans jumped an Anglo. We joined in his defense, Mexicans against Mexicans. Next day The Chronicle reported: race war ravages Tucson High. Mango and Tango In kindergarten I told nobody I spoke English with Mom, español con Papá, but in first grade 109 my secret tongue bulged out and blurted that two words in a song hurt my ears. My teacher made me stand and repeat mango and tango until my face was ruptured and scarlet. She phoned my parents and said that two languages would burst my brains, so I bit my tongue and watched the

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