Realidades; 101; National Latino Media Conference / Puerto Rican Obituary

INTRO I'll electronics is Rod Mankind, the wonderful way of instant communications. It brings a world into our living rooms and people, places and events are seen on our television screens and radios. Our knowledge and

experience is broadened at the turn of a dial. Unfortunately we don't all have an opportunity to determine what's to be seen on the screen. Latinos in particular have had very little to say with what is to be seen and heard in broadcasting. In an effort to change that the National Latino Media Coalition has been organized. They met in San Antonio Tejas. We were invited. The setting is San Antonio, an appropriate place. It is less than two hours from the Mexican border. The closest Latino neighbor of the United States, Texas, the sprawling symbol of bigness, growth and wealth in this country. Latinos from across the nation have come in here to share concerns over another of these countries sprawling giants, the communications industry. The industry that collects interpret center's means news media and information and entertainment and which to a large degree shapes public opinion. One of the greatest needs of we as a Spanish speaking speaking people have in this country is to develop a

greater awareness on the part of the American public of the problems that your people face in every literally every state of the Union not only in the Southwest and in New York and in Chicago and the big metropolitan areas but in virtually every state of the Union. We're going to have to work in a concerted fashion to call to the attention of the American public what our concerns are, what our particular unique problems are, our language problem and yet one of our greatest assets with 250 million people who speak Spanish just to the south of us. It's important that we develop our assets and that we call attention to the positive contributions we've made to this country. If you do put through a recommendation and as an observer I'd like to recommend that Latino media coalition push the FCC to hurry up with this. Another government official who has made great progress in the short time in office is Commissioner Benjamin Hoax. The first minority member of the Federal Communications Commission to sit on the seven-member board. It is my contention and belief that this country can never be whole, can never achieve its promise of greatness until all of the

various minority groups that make up his population receive adequate treatment on the media and it is a fact to say that they have not received it up to this point. The National Latino Media Coalition was just to express his discontent with the national networks for failing to send spokesmen's and representatives to participate in the third annual conference. The National Latino Media Coalition established a National Latino Advisory Committee to work with NBC, ABC, CBS, CPB to meet with network and management and advise, recommend, monitor, network programming and policies. The Latinos convening here are acutely aware of the 16 million U.S. citizens that they are representing. Latinos know the potential impact if they can ever gain adequate access to the means of communications which have virtually silenced Latinos in the U.S. We're now talking to Genio again who is with Channel 9. Genie, what exactly is your position with Channel 9? I'm the Director of Minority Affairs

for the entire station. How did you get your position there, Genie? Through Advocates, through I local group, the Colorado Committee on Mass Media for this manager named Negotiated for a created manager's position in order to service the needs of the minority population. Hi, I'm a student, I'm still a student. I've been working with television for the past two years. This past year is a full-time person in WNAC Boston, producing an anchoring and new segment in La Caravana, Spain. I'm a daily regular full-time reporter that's on the street reporter and I have five shows. And how do you feel about the media responding to Latino communities at two slow? Of course it's I can always say that there's not enough response and it's always too slow. Let's say this is the bilingual bicultural coalition on mass media. So-and-so is having a press conference at 10 o'clock on Tuesday morning. That's 10 days from now. You'll receive something in writing and will you cover it? What is your name? Regional

delegations have been elected in six regions from the Pacific shores of San Diego to the New England states and from the Great Lakes to the Texas Panhandle. Chicanas and Puerto Ricans bring the greatest members but the delegations include Latinos whose cultural roots extend to Venezuela, Cuba, Dominic and Republic and the gamut of Latino nations of South America and the Caribbean. About the controversy that has developed here at this conference. I'm saying it's not a controversy. It's a matter of semantic. It's a matter of concepts that I think advocates those who are taking on the stations are very suspicious of professionals. But we also have professionals that have our fully employed today by the media industry and those professionals for us are advocates. So we've resolved our problems this morning. We now are at the conclusion whereby we are accepting citizens advocates and professional advocates. These advocates will continue to pursue the improvement of the image of the Latino on television. I think the American Mirror of Television fails to reflect our language and our culture as individuals. In our area in

San Antonio we've got a lot of people on the air but we need more people in management and management is saying we don't have qualified Mexican Americans anywhere that we can locate to take management positions but they were saying the same thing about air people and we have now qualified Mexican Americans that are on the air and there are Mexican Americans that are qualified to be in management if only given the opportunity to prove themselves. It's not all work though. In San Antonio the music of Latino rhythms pulses as the dancers match the psychological exhaustion of the conference with the physical exhaustion of salsa and corrida. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, did so much We went shopping for wontons. Now we work a good job,

we just get a chance to train. Now we run over a small, Ahora si es cuando es. Ahora si es cuando es. We have with us Willie Colón, with Realidades and Ernie I am a band leader, I had a conjunto and now I have a big band and I'm also writing the music for the Realidades show

doing some animations and working with audio visual thing which is something that I've always wanted to do I'm very excited about it Ernie is working on it with me So you look at two creative artists Willie Colón, with Realidades now and Ernie Agosto who are now working by the Latino sound with the Chicano sound and give us a true contribution of Latinos to the mass media Can I say hello to my mother? You certainly can Now what up? It's me, great pleasure, to want to do some very good friends of mine Ernie Agosto and La Comparación La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la

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Pazas de 30.000, los primeros spics en la cuadra. Muchos de pertenecer una comunidad de gringos que quieren d'inchalos y orgullosos de estar legísimos de la sagrada frase que pasa. Estos sueños, estos huecos sueños, en los dormitorios de Buste, que era donde sus padres son la resaca de los programas televisados sobre la familla blanca, ideal, americana. Con sirvientas negras y conserjes latinos. Bien entrenados para tirarse a medio mundo. Y los cobradores se ríen de ellos y de aquellos a quienes ellos representan. ¿Cuán murió soñando con un carro nuevo? Miguel murió soñando con nuevos programas contra la pobreza. Y la agren murió soñando con viaje a Puerto Rican. Olga murió soñando con joyas verdaderas. Manuel murió soñando con el premio mayor. No, no, murieron como muere a un sandwich cualquiera en el gármen industry, a la dulce del medio día. Número de securos sociales, asenizas,

muota de las uniones al polvo. ¿Sabían qué bien ha sido para mantener empleados a los enterradores? Vieron sus nombres en la guía telefónica de la eternidad. Sentrenaron para coquetear con la tumba. Pero cuando les llegó la muerte, se escondieron tras los boletos de la lavandería que no sabían de letrear pronunciar sus nombres. Vieron arrojados a unas tumbas sin aire condicionados, peores que los apartamentos que dejaran atrás. Les fueron muertos. Morieron muertos. Es hora de que visitemos una vez más a la hermana López, la curandera mayor, la divinadora mejor del barrio. A su pariente de difunto puede volverlos al mundo. Para un precio sin igual, contento usted quedará. López, lópez, lópez, lópez, lópez.

La muerte no en yoca tampoco pendeja. Lo que te llora, ¿en qué le te sabe? ¿A qué número la andes por el...? Oye, guía, les hace la ver. No se levanta, te me sala, la muerte no en yoca. Tampoco pendeja. Y es que tu problema es pasar. De tu somro, el peso hacesado. Ayos, a los que dejaste atrás, alcanzar el conóme que hay espiritual paz. Me salio antes, me levanta en mesa. La muerte no en yoca tampoco pendeja. Lo llegamos en la bolita bien. Nuestros problemas echarán un pie. Entonces, visitaremos tu hueso, todos los días oficiales de azüeto. Que te llora, ¿quién le sabe?

¿A qué número le andes por el...? Pasillidad, déjase lo ver. Sabemos que te va a perder todo el día de poder. Me sala, te sala, te sala, te sala, la muerte no en yoca tampoco pendeja. Miguel. La bros. Olca. Manuel. Todos murieron ayer. Hoy y morirán también mañana. Odiándose, peleándose, robándose ventanas rotas, los unos a los otros. Profesando una religión de este chara. El viejo testamento, el nuevo testamento, segun renta internas. El juez y curado y verdugo. Protector y eterno, cobrador. Se vende, mierda, de segundas más. Aprende de cómo está usted y se oran Michonario. ¡Está muerto!

¡Está muerto! Superultras túpidos, fix, descuidándolarte de su diálogo por lecciones de inglés coleta que impresione a los... ¿Quires nos emplean de la vaplá, los cargadores, obreros y vientas, vinges, chupatintas, asistentes de supervisores y portegos de sonrisa automática. Por las pagas más bajas de todo lo tiempo. Y que te fajan cuando les pides un aumento. Porque está contra el reglamento, ascender a los fix, fix, fix, fix. ¿Cuán murió odiando a Miguel porque el carrusado de Miguel estaba en mejores condiciones que su carrusado? Manuel murió odiando milagros porque milagros tenía un televisor a colores y él todavía no podía comprarlo. Milagros murió odiando a Olga porque Olga ganaba cinco pesos más que ella en el mismo trabajo. Olga murió odiando a Manuel

porque Manuel se había pegado en la bolita más veces que ella. Manuel murió odiándonos a todos. Juan, Miguel, milagros y Olga porque todos, todos hablaba que inglés goleta mejor que él. Y ahora se hayan todos juntos en el vestíbulo central del vacío, adictos al silencio, bajo la yerba del olvido vedada al viento. Confinados a la supremacía del gusano, en el cementerio de Long Island, ese este, el masa ya chevere del que orgulloso ben veteable el cepillo protestante. Aquí, ya se Juan. Aquí, ya se Miguel. Aquí, ya se milagros. Aquí, ya se Olga.

Aquí, ya se Manuel. Todos murieron ayer hoy y morirán también mañana. Ignorantes de su puerto riqueñidad siempre pelado, siempre debiendo, pero desconociendo Juan hermosos eran, desconociendo la geografía de su piel. Embello es puerto rico. Della es la grasa puerto riqueña. Si sólo hubiesen desconectado la televisión y encendido su imaginación. Si sólo hubiesen, utilizado la racista biblia del blanco como papel de inodoro. Y hubiesen convertidos sus almas latinas en la única religión de su rasa. Si sólo hubiesen regresado a la definición de sol, luego de la primera nevada del cerebro en el verano de sus sentidos. Si sólo hubiesen fijado bien en el entierro de sus compañeros de trabajo que vinieron a este país a ser fortuna y fueron enterrados en pelota.

Juan, Miguel, Milagros, Manuel Olga estarían ahora en los suyos. ¿Dónde la gente hermosa, canta baila y trabaja junta? ¿Dónde el viento esforanio a las horrible condiciones del tiempo? ¿Dónde no necesitas un diccionario para comunicarte con tus hermanos? Aquí se habla español siempre. Aquí si quieres saludar tu bandera. Aquí no hay anuncios de jabondaya. Aquí todos huelem bien. Aquí los dividiners no tienen futuro. Aquí no se necesitan pelucas. Aquí el hombre admira, desea y nunca se cansa de su hembra. Aquí poder al que pasa es lo que pasa. Aquí cuando te dicen negrito, te quieren decir amor. Amor. Amor. Amor. Amor. Amor. Amor.

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