Size: 9"W x 9"H x 0.01"D
Year Created: 2018
I grew up in a very bad, poverty-stricken neighborhood in mid-city Los Angeles. At night I would lay in my small bed, and listen to the gunshots, police helicopters rumbling over our small house, and the protective barks of our faithful watch-dog Azor keeping his family safe. Our neighborhood was very segregated, and hate induced violence was very prevalent. The kids in the neighborhood never liked or accepted me; I was Hispanic—a factor they hated me for. Even though our neighborhood did not accept my family, my parents always taught me to love, and appreciate all people regardless of their actions towards me.
Racism continued to run rampant like an insidious weed, choking the life and hope out of our neighborhood.
My childhood taught me a lot about this world. It showed me the darkness and the depravity of racism and hate that are still threaded throughout this society and world, but it also showed me that I can make a difference. I believe in the power of a dream. Adversity never intimidates the great thinker. I could have succumbed to the hardship of my childhood, hated the people who insulted me, and simply become another fraction of a percent in minority failure, but instead I choose the high path, where self pity and weakness are not an option. I have a voice and that voice is through art.