Sandra Cantu was buried yesterday. Today is the public memorial.
Don’t you think it’s time to let Sandra, the Cantus and Tracy rest?
Wherever you are in the world, if you’ve been following the Sandra Cantu story in Tracy, Calif., maybe you should figure out why it means so much to you.
The Sandra Cantu story breaks my heart-in more ways than one.
I’m sorry, of course, for the little girl and her family. I have a family and daughters. I was a coach of many youth teams including little girls Sandra’s age. I knew how dear those girls were to their families. And I took my responsibilities seriously, protecting and caring for them as if they were my own.
Sandra Cantu could have been my prized center half-back.
I’m also sorry for Tracy, the town. Just a few years ago I got to know it like few others. As a bureau reporter for the major San Joaquin county paper, Tracy was my beat. I liked the feel of the little city of about 75,000, primarily a bedroom community for San Francisco and Silicon Valley. But there was also a core Tracy built around the ranches and orchards. It made for one of the most diverse communities in America. At the base were the ranchers, mostly from old Italian and Portuguese families. Mix in blacks from the South who came west in the ’40s and ’50s; Latinos and Filipinos who have worked the farmland.; Add to that all the new ethnic and economic refugees (the teacher/firefighter families) from the Bay Area seeking more affordable homes and simpler lives, and Tracy is about as reflective of the New America as it gets. Continue reading You don’t know Tracy: The mythologizing of Sandra Cantu
Just as you remember to pay your taxes today, do remember to pay homage to No.42. Jackie Robinson.
He’s one of the reasons most of us don’t have to pay the tax for being a person of color in this country.
Robinson, of course, broke the color line in baseball. Breaking the color line in anything is no small feat, whether 62 years ago or today.
Most of us do it in some way in our lives, some more, some less remarkably than others. Look around you. In your office.
Are you the only Asian, Black or Latino in the room? Continue reading Be like Jackie: The Politics of Pigment
Former U.S. Army Maj. Gen. Antonio Taguba, representing the VA Secretary, presents the $15,000 “Equity Compensation” check to Alberto Bacani, a 98-year-old Filipino American veteran from Alexandria VA, as Philippine Ambassador Willy Gaa looks on, in the Bataan Day of Valor reception at the Philippine Embassy in Washington.
But this is where we must go amok.
But the lump sum money, without interest, is part of a compromise that doesn’t quite make vets like Bacani whole.
Just wait two years to see if anyone is smiling.
On the whole, one must be happy for the Filipino Veterans of WWII who have been finally remembered in that new $787 billion federal stimulus bill passed by Congress.
But being remembered is one thing. Being shortchanged is another.
Nearly 500,000 Filipino nationals who fought under the U.S. flag during World War II were promised full rights and benefits by Roosevelt in 1941. But they were denied by President Truman in 1946 when with a stroke of the pen any and all promises made to the fighting Filipinos were rescinded.
The vets have had their advocates throughout the years, but community politics was all about the Marcos dictatorship until the early ’80s. After that, however, the aging veterans were the rallying cry of the community. And the fight was for “equity”-not compromise.
Every Congress, the battle would be waged. Every year the vets would be a few votes closer. But every year more vets would die. The stall/attrition tactic finds the number of eligible Filipinos down to about 15,000. Lobbying Congress has been its own death march.
To be included in the stimulus is a real breakthrough of sorts. The vets get something: A lump sum of $15,000 for those who are U.S. citizens; $9000 for non-citizens who are in the Philippines.
It’s just not like the $900 a month pension a normal low-income vet would get until the day he dies.
This lump sum comes with a catch. Continue reading As death march ends for Filipino Vets of WWII, a new challenge: Making chicken adobo out of chicken – – – – .