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Borders

  On the Eve we eat menudo. Onion mimics moon from a small bowl, glinted fractals of itself. Cilantro‚Äôs diced flesh lingers in the air. Bolilllos wait, steam rising. We…

Rooting

  . . . . . . . . . .Chihuahua Desert   Blood slid to soil and our roots splintered wide like needle-edged leaves of agave. We can never…

David Ludwig, Mexico border

The Reality of Race

Over the last few decades there has been some confusion about the category of race, a category that was once so central to all the social sciences. If race often…