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Original Piece: San Antonio Current: Throw Confetti To Celebrate Oppression
And still, I love Fiesta despite hating it so much; not for any of its history or its means to posture Whiteness and appropriation, but for the memories created despite the ugliness. I love wearing flower crowns, eating chicken on a stick, and stacking cups at NIOSA (Night In Old San Antonio). Some of my favorite memories are of waving from floats, marching in parades, and performing around the city in celebration of my culture. However I continue to feel very unnerved, concerned, and annoyed by people celebrating the continued imperialist attitudes that prevail through America’s White history. Throw confetti on it, play some mariachi music in the background, and deep fry our culture on a stick in order to commercialize violent oppression and make it more palatable, even fun. Can I move through Fiesta crowds this year in their full regalia without wondering, “Did you vote for Trump?”
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And still, I love Fiesta despite hating it so much; not for any of its history or its means to posture Whiteness and appropriation, but for the memories created despite the ugliness. I love wearing flower crowns, eating chicken on a stick, and stacking cups at NIOSA (Night In Old San Antonio). Some of my favorite memories are of waving from floats, marching in parades, and performing around the city in celebration of my culture. However I continue to feel very unnerved, concerned, and annoyed by people celebrating the continued imperialist attitudes that prevail through America’s White history. Throw confetti on it, play some mariachi music in the background, and deep fry our culture on a stick in order to commercialize violent oppression and make it more palatable, even fun. Can I move through Fiesta crowds this year in their full regalia without wondering, “Did you vote for Trump?”
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