Susanne Ramirez de Arellano
The whitewashing of the summer of 2019 began just as soon as Ricky resigned.
After an exceptional summer, during which massive civil protests ousted pro-statehood Governor Ricardo Rosselló, the Ancien Regime, like Rasputin, refuses to die. Instead, it spins the truth and mutates—right back into itself.
Trump’s odiousness towards Puerto Rico could prove to be the mallet that will crack open the party and the gift that keeps on giving for the San Juan mayor.
The colony’s most difficult hour might very well turn out to be its finest.
“Same shit,” a Puerto Rican lawyer told Latino Rebels.
Cinema as Colonialism: Puerto Rican Directors Demand Oscars Put Island Back in Foreign Language Film Category
“Our letter to AMPAS is just part of the struggle of Puerto Ricans trying to keep our culture alive, because culture and language defines us as a nation,” Juan Esteban Suárez told Latino Rebels.
“I will continue to use every available platform to ensure that we are treated fairly and with respect,” she said in an interview with Latino Rebels.
Today I grieve for the fallen, but I also grieve for us, that must continue to live in a world plagued by intolerance.
The truth is moribund in Puerto Rico. She is gasping for breath, starved, beaten and left for dead on the Baldorioty.
When I lived in Old San Juan —en la calle San Fransisco— there was an old man who walked the streets of that grande dame for hours with a bullhorn, waving a huge Puerto Rican flag. Like a town crier, he yelled again and again: “La colonia se va, se va. Se va la colonia.” It […]
Kelly, mi’ja, la cagaste. Mate, you cagated it royally. And no amount of mealy-mouthed, yo-no-soy-racista-mea-culpas are going to be enough. Apologies not accepted. Not in my house. This was not a misspeak, or a foot in mouth, not a slip, nor a verbal stumble. This was a spectacular fall. Let’s go back to the particulars, […]
We have arrived at the Mamey Hour. Se nos llenó el cuarto de agua. Pa’ tras ni para coger impulso. Al carajo albañiles, se acabó la mezcla. Nos llegó la dolorosa y no la podemos pagar. Más claro no canta un gallo. El gobernador Alejandro García Padilla finalmente encontró un buen par de pantalones y […]
The prison door creaks open and history is made. Cold turned lukewarm in a spy swap worthy of a Graham Greene novel. Church bells rang in the Cuban capital as President Raúl Castro, dressed in a military uniform and not his usual guayabera, announced the thaw in relations with the United States. Simultaneously, President Obama […]
The plane lands at Luis Muñoz Marín Airport. The passengers erupt in spontaneous applause. No matter how many times I go back home, it never ceases to amaze me. Puerto Ricans so happy that in only minutes they will walk out and, like returning sons and daughters, defy the ending of the tearful national anthem […]
I seem to be choking a lot on my Smoking Loon these days. First it was watching Sofía Vergara rotating like a Christmas lechón at a Vega Alta party. The #lechonasadogate. This time, I lobed invectives and inanimate objects like hand grenades at my computer screen. Target? The Dickensian face of El Gordo y la […]
I nearly choked on my Chardonnay. Colombian comedian Sofía Vergara rotating on a pedestal like an overstuffed lechón asado while a smirking power that bespoke about how great they were at diversity. At the point that the head of the Television Academy pronounced with much glee: “Television has and always will be about storytelling,” and Vergara […]
It seems that we have never really overcome. Ferguson. When I watch the images and the blaring graphics coming out of my television, the soundtrack that plays in the back of my skull like napalm is Buffalo Springfield’s “For What It’s Worth”: There’s something happening here. What it is ain’t exactly clear. There’s a man […]
The other night I was watching “The Butler”, a movie loosely based on the life of a Black butler who served in the White House for 34 years and lived through the cathartic events of the Civil Rights Movement. The movie was not bad, but there was one moment that made me take particular notice. […]
The other day my friend Laura Homar posted on her Facebook page something that only the members of the Boricua diaspora will understand the Proustian significance of: Mallorcas to Go! She was celebrating the fact that the Panificadora Pepín had just created a website where we, the ones who left, could now order a tiny […]
Can you see Vanity Fair doing a callout to its female readership, inviting them to write an essay on their body parts they liked the most? You really can’t see Graydon Carter putting pen to paper to ask for pictures of his readers best features—all this accompanied by an image of a “hot” Latina, can […]
Sitting at my desk in Brooklyn, I read with sadness and anger the news coming out of Murrieta, California. I watch the raw video—the contorted grimaces of hate, the chants of “USA, USA,” the misspelt racism aimed at a busload of undocumented immigrants from Central America, mainly women and children. My thoughts drift back 26 […]