Your Work Speaks Louder Than Your Resume // Tu Trabajo Dice Mas Que Tu Currículum

I know I announced to the Internet that I was enrolling into Tulsa Tech, but I think there may be other plans on the horizon. I had given up hope and was settling into my current position in life when TOMA (BAM) an ex coworker messaged me and told me to call him because his company may have an opening that was perfect for me. Perfect for me! I didn’t add that. He literally said, “perfect for you.”

Lo juro (I swear) everything sounded muffled after what he said. Recently, I have been trying my hardest to get a position with Cox Media Group, The Edge, and the Philbrook Museum of Art. I think I’m a suitable and competitive candidate for all of the position I have applied for, but I guess they don’t think I’m the best fit.

Galaxy Quest - Never Give Up Never Surrender
Whenever I start to feel low, I always find comfort in “Galaxy Quest”

I’m okay with that, but it’s been a process to get used to rejection. In almost any other aspect in my life, rejection is nothing but a speed bump. In my work life, however, rejection is more of a brick wall I need to climb over. Like I said, es un proceso (it’s a process). So, to hear my old coworker say a job was perfect for me was like the high five I’ve been needing these past couple of days.

My plan had been to stay at my current job and enroll into Tulsa Tech to further improve my professional skills. Now, I think I’m going to keep my options open. I have until August to enroll in a course. Until then, I’m going to hope and pray the Philbrook or my friend’s company will contact me back with some good news. The way I see it, I would still be making a career move and instead of learning skills in a classroom, I’m going to learn them in an office. To be honest, I learn best by doing things myself instead of studying about them in theory. In this way, I’m easily trained. Just toss me in the arena like in “How to Train Your Dragon”.

“I believe in learning on the job.” – Gobber, “How to Train Your Dragon.”

Entonces (so), I’m welcoming the future with an open mind. No matter what comes next, I’m getting my mind to focus on opportunities of enrichment. I must thank my friend for reminding me that I’m a quick study.

While I was talking with my ex coworker on the phone, he listed off qualities he knew I had that would be great for the open position: hard working, quick learner, organized, bilingual, attentive to detail, capable of adapting and following through projects despite obstacles. I felt a warm and satisfied feeling growing inside my chest when he was talking. There’s a specific feeling that grows from within when someone notices your work ethic and believes it has merit. Orgullo (pride) maybe?

Too often we find ourselves in jobs where we feel underappreciated or nonexistent. I’ve had to catch myself before letting my tongue fly off. Specifically, I can remember when a superior of mine mockingly wondered how his office and schedule were so well kept when it was my job to do so. I wanted to huff and puff and tell him “What do you think I do here?!” It’s easy for superiors to make their subordinates feel like they can be easily replaced and that they’re jobs are menial. My friend was never my direct superior, but I didn’t think he noticed how much I enjoyed my job and did my best to make everything that came to my attention run smoothly.

While I’ve been looking for another job, I’ve put a lot of care in developing my resume. Knowing that the first impression is usually an application and a resume, I’ve crafted my resume to make me feel well represented. Sometimes, it’s enough. Sometimes, it’s good to be kept on file.

Recuerda (remember) to connect and network with your coworkers, no matter where you’re at. They can be the best references and are an extension of your resume. Better than hearing of a job and getting it is being offered an opportunity from the inside. Network with vendors, customers, and people you meet that are in your industry or your field. These individuals can stake their name out for you if they want. I’m incredibly grateful that my ex coworker recommended me and sought me out for this opportunity. Work with determination and conviction, and others will notice. Work with disregard and aloof, and others will notice that too. Sometimes, your work speaks louder than your resume. A veces tu trabajo dice mas que tu curriculum.

With mucho mucho amor,

Tulsa’s Tapatia

Con Empeño // With Determination

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything on here, so I cared to remind you that, yes, I am still alive.

It’s been hectic lately. I recently graduated from Tulsa Community College and not knowing where exactly life is going to take me in the next 13 months, I’ve decided to make a career move. I’m going to enroll in Tulsa Tech. Tulsa Tech is a trade school and I figured I can’t just sit on my cucu (booty) while Tyler finishes his classes at the University of Tulsa. How do I expect to move somewhere and get a job in the field that I want if I haven’t maintained the gears in my head well oiled? Ay loca, my mom would say. “Good things happen to good people,” she tells me. Well, I’m not disagreeing but as the saying goes, God helps those who help themselves. Therefore, it’s time for me to hit the books again.

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I know for a lot of people, school just isn’t for them, but I’m a firm believer in that those individuals have yet to find their favorite food. Education is like a buffet, and those that are on the highway to get a degree is because they found their favorite “food” on the “buffet.” My mom never pursued more than a high school diploma, so she didn’t get to teach me this but let me share with you what I wished someone would have told me when I was 15-years-old.

college_trade_vocational If you’re undecided about a career, pick up a trade or work your way up the ladder in your job. If you’re at a grocery store or a fast food chain, don’t let that stop you. Work your way up that ladder. Hustle baby, hustle! Con empeño / With determination. Don’t stay in the same position for more than 2.5 years. Every couple of months, I say 5 months, look back at what you’ve learned or are beginning to learn and jot it down on a sticky note or in your phone. Email it to yourself. Does anyone email anymore? Text it to yourself!

All too often, we forget about updating our resumes until we’re looking for a new job and we forget what we learned in between the big stuff. For example, if you work at McDonald’s you may have learned how to fix the ice cream machine, but you may have forgotten that you also learned how to troubleshoot the cashier software.

That’s my advice. No matter who you are, I think this is highly applicable. If you’re content with where you are in life, good for you; However, make sure settling has been a strategic choice, not a forfeit.

I’ve decided that I’m going to settle when I choose to. Not when life’s not going the way I want it to. I’ve had to deal with more than my comfortable measure of job application rejections. It affected my confidence but I’m going to shake it off. DSC00525Sacudete, me dice mi mente / Dust yourself off, my mind tells me. My heart tells me to look at my blessings. I’m still gainfully employed, surrounded by people who encourage me with whatever I set my mind to. I couldn’t ask for anything more right now. Mi espíritu (my spirit) reminds me that it’s normal to trip when you try to run. I’m going to measure myself again and enjoy every step I take.

While I’m waiting for Tulsa Tech to begin its classes again, I’ve decided to pick up my camera and flex those photography muscles I haven’t moved since high school.

I took a few pictures of my little sister, Amy, while taking a walk in the neighborhood park. What do you guys think? I think I’m going to have some more fun with my camera and get the rust off my skills. Recuerden, hagan todo con empeño / Remember, do everything with determination.DSC00504

With mucho mucho amor,

Tulsa’s Tapatia

All the President’s Men

Prints

“What happened on June 17th, I don’t think the President knew anything about.”

The film begins by covering the break in to the National Democratic Party headquarters in the Watergate building on June 17, 1972. It follows a reenactment of the investigation Washing Post journalists Bob Woodward and Carl Bernstein did of a seemingly minor story that ended up leading the call for the eventual resignation of the current President of the United States, Richard M. Nixon. With the support of their editors, Woodward and Bernstein revealed that the break in at Watergate was only a small part in a much larger network of intelligence gathering activities, many of which compromised citizen’s private security.

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Keep I mind, this was before 9/11 and the PATRIOT Act. There once was a time, when tapping a person’s phone was an invasion of privacy, even if it was committed by the government.

The investigation done by the two journalists couldn’t have gone far though, if it wasn’t for their secret source, Deep Throat. Their first story published suffered a third page posting because it lacked credible sources that didn’t mind coming forward and giving their name. With Deep Throat’s guidance, Bernstein and Woodward were able to present their findings as harder evidence which changed the placement of their subsequent stories. After the Watergate Investigation, Deep Throat was later identified as FBI Deputy Director Mark Felt.

Some say that, it wasn’t the President’s connection with the Watergate break in that stirred the American people to pressure Nixon to resign. October 20, 1973 is known as the “Saturday Night Massacre.” On this night, embattled President Richard Nixon fired Special Prosecutor Archibald Cox and accepted the resignations of Attorney General Elliot Richardson and Deputy Attorney General William Ruckelshaus.

According to History.com, the “massacre” stemmed from an inquiry into the notorious June 1972 break-in at the Watergate complex, in which five Nixon operatives were caught trying to bug the Democratic National Committee headquarters. Things began to get heated when Special Prosecutor, Archibald Cox petitioned the White House for over 10 hours of secret Oval Office recordings that could possibly implicate the President’s involvement with the crime. In an act of defense, the White House denied the request and speculation began as to the possible reasons why the President could have for denying the recordings if they were not self-incriminating. Was the president hiding his fingerprints?

Self-incriminating….

For those of you that haven’t taken three classes of government and had the Bill of Rights drilled into your head; the third section for the Fifth Amendment to the United States Constitution is commonly referred to as the “self-incrimination” clause. In principle, it protects persons accused of committing a crime from being forced to testify against themselves. In the U.S. judicial system, a person is presumed innocent, and it’s the burden to prove guilt lies on the state or national government. One of the recent headlines relating to the White House relates to the release of Special Prosecutor Robert Mueller’s questions to the New York Times. Apparently, the release of the questions could qualify as obstruction of justice because it interferes with the natural flow of information and it could be potentially tipping off a witness. The list of questions by Mueller supposedly read like questions that develop naturally during the course of a conversation rather than an investigative inquiry. The New York Times reported that the questions appear to be more open-ended in an attempt to “penetrate the president’s thinking.”

Given the structure of the questions, it would appear that Special Prosecutor Robert Mueller is trying to get the President to incriminate himself since there hasn’t been much hard evidence on the Russia investigation. You’d think this is shameful behavior but what are you supposed to do when the person suspected of pulling the strings is insulated from the actions and repercussions? Donald Trump has hired people that will know what to expect he wants from them. He hires his staff according to their loyalty to do what he expects. He shouldn’t have to say what he wants; his delegates should already know what to do. Because of this, there’s a space bubble between the President and his closest campaign members. The most covert stuff is done internally, insulated from the President so he can’t be held responsible even if blame is thrown his way.

Despite the bubble, the President is increasingly becoming irritated with Robert Mueller’s investigation and the negative press generated from the investigation. On more than one occasion, he has told an office aide that he might just fire Mueller to end the investigation; but, if Nixon’s Saturday Night Massacre has any lessons to teach, Trump should refrain from exercising his executive power. Not only could it negatively rile up the public, he could also lose the support from his party base and make it seem like he’s left his prints on the scene. Despite his right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, none will be attained if Trump pleads the Fifth.

Shattered Glass

Throughout my journey through a fine selection of journalism movies, “Shattered Glass” has bothered me the most. Related image Before I decided to pursue my communications degree, I considered becoming a CPA. Both professions rely on the verifiable truthfulness of their records as proof of their honesty. According to the Society of Professional Journalists’ code of ethics, journalists should be accountable and transparent. Professionals must acknowledge mistakes and correct them promptly and prominently. Explain corrections and clarifications carefully and clearly. The should also expose unethical conduct in journalism, including within their organizations.

With that information on the table, it should be obvious to see why the premise of the film can be, in a way, disrespectful. At least, I found the main antagonist’s actions offensive because I believe that the greatest currency of journalism is integrity and journalists should never deliberately distort facts or context. I give the film four stars and I recommend it because it’ll probably start some interesting conversations. The film tells the true story of a fall from grace: the most desired reporter in D.C. from 1995-1998, Stephen Randall Glass.

During his time in The New Republic, which had a circulation of 81,500, he published 27 either partially or completely fabricated stories. For three years, the magazine had published fiction that could have influenced public policy just by being the in-flight magazine of Air Force One. Aside from the discovery of Glass’s deception, the film also tells the audience what The New Republic did to correct the mistake. The movie sounds straight forward, and it is but it’s a compelling ride like watching two trains collide. The actors convey to the audience the difficulties that can arise once you start to uncover a lie, the examinations of conscience and judgement, the challenge of friendship and professionalism.

Of all the actors though, Peter Sarsgaard deserves a special mention because he captured the challenge an editor must face when they must investigate journalistic fraud.

Chuck Lane: I’m not worried about me or the magazine, that’s fair game, but there’s a kid here that just plainly screwed up big time. His reporting was sloppy we know that, but we’re trying to handle it internally at this point just as you would.

Kambiz Foroohar: We’re going to run something along the lines of a trick was pulled and some very clever hackers managed to create an illusion.

Chuck Lane: I can’t tell you what to print or what not to print. You guys are journalists, but he could be very hurt by what you guys publish, his career …

Kambiz Foroohar: I understand, I do, I hope if I made the mistakes he made people would be generous with me, but this concerns the very field we cover. We have to run it and when we do, we need a comment from you; so, given everything that’s happened, how strongly are you going to stand by the story?

Chuck Lane: [Looking at the fake business card] I’m looking into it.

As a journalist, you should know who you’re writing for and you do have to know what you’re good at; but, you must also know about the responsibility you are accepting to be truthful, fair, and accurate with the information you are spreading.

Citizen Kane

Cruisin’ down the road in my 64, a paper hit my windshield and Lord behold!

The Headline said “MURDER: MRS. SILVERSTONE.”


I recently got the pleasure of going through my DVD stack (who still has a DVD tower?) and find my copy of the “Citizen Kane.” The movie was released in 1941 and filmed Orson Welles. Yes. THE Orson Welles that, with friends, read the 1938 radio play about Martians invading New Jersey which was based off H.G. Wells’ novel War of The Worlds (which I also happen to own).

The film follows a journalist trying to piece together the man behind the legend after the publishing tycoon passes away. The journalist interviews five people that were in Kane’s personal lives and their stories highlight different aspects of the man’s life like a kaleidoscope, showing how the Tycoon came to be.

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Orson Welles as Charles Foster Kane

“A Dying Daily…”

Before becoming so prominent, Charles Foster Kane was a young man with no real direction in his life aside from pleasure and gain, knowing little about consequences and repercussions even though he “always gagged” on his silver spoon. Once he became of age to manage of all his holdings and finances, he petitioned his ex-guardian to give him a struggling newspaper instead of selling or closing it down. Charles Foster Kane thought “it would be fun to run a newspaper.”

When Kane began to run the Inquirer, it had a circulation of 26,000, by the time he hired the entire writing staff of another newspaper the Inquirer circulation had surpassed the 684,000 mark! How did he do that?! One word: Tactic.

When Kane took over the Inquirer, the newspaper already had an established readership in the thousandths. The newspaper had cultivated its readers by producing well researched news with little sensationalism. Before Kane, the manager of the publication, Mr. Herbert Carter, had made the purposeful decision to exclude “housewife” gossip and “scandals.” He didn’t see the function of a “respectable newspaper” being interested in that kind of thing. As a journalism and multimedia student, I would say that I agree with Mr. Carter. A respectable newspaper should be able to differentiate itself as a source of reliable information for current news from a tabloid filled with lurid details.

Charles Foster Kane, however, didn’t understand why people like Mr. Carter thought “that a newspaper is something rigid, something inflexible” and decided to make the paper become as important to New York as gas is to a lamp. From this point on, I would say Kane began to cultivate another readership by piggybacking on the established success of the “old” Inquirer. With two-column eye-catching headlines, photographs and sensational stories, Charles Foster grew his circulation by 26% in less than a decade but at a cost. From maintaining it’s honored tradition, the Inquirer was now “in competition with those other rags” and could be used to “wrap up the liver for the cat.”

Charles Foster Kane was publishing there was an armada off the Jersey coast without the slightest proof just because you couldn’t prove otherwise to increase sales and increase the papers popularity. He went so far as to paint a politician as a convict with a suit of stripes just because he disliked how he was doing things! In 2018, this kind of character assassination may not seem so surprising but in the 1890’s that kind of practice was disgraceful and not becoming of a gentleman or lady. The nerve! The audacity!

Now, in 2018, I would say Charles Foster Kane was a shifty genius. He found out exactly what his audience wanted to read, discuss, enjoy and hate. Throwing ethics, morals, and principles out the window, Kane curtailed to the desires of the Inquirer’s readers and in the process allowed himself to publish his own fancies. Carefully, he amassed a readership that loved his print more than he loved his first wife or best friend. All his wealth and fame, however, was collected on a few lies, a couple falsehoods.

KANE’S PRINCIPLES

KANE

Declaration of Principles. Don’t smile, Jedediah. Got it all written out. Declaration of Principles.

BERNSTEIN

You don’t want to make any promises, Mr. Kane, you don’t wanna keep.

KANE

These will be kept. I’ll provide the people of this city with a daily paper that will tell all the news honestly. I will also provide them..

LELAND

That’s the second sentence you’ve started with “I.”

KANE

People are gonna know who’s responsible. And they’re gonna get the truth in the Inquirer quickly and simply and entertainingly and no special interests are gonna be allowed to interfere with the truth. I will also provide them with a fighting and tireless champion of their rights as citizens and as human beings. Signed, Charles Foster Kane.

Throughout the film, Kane makes various promises that he fails to keep. Just like big headlines, juicy stories, and scandalous events, promises are just another tool for Charles Foster Kane to gain love and respect without having to earn them. A publisher, to be loved and respected, should at least be able to care about those who support him. He owes a duty and responsibility to hold up his end of the transaction, and if I’m buying a newspaper then I don’t want a tabloid in my hands. It is no wonder the grand tycoon, Charles Foster Kane, passed away alone because people had cease to believe in him, to trust him.

Trumbo

“They are not our friend, believe me,” he said, before disparaging Mexican immigrants: “They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapists. And some, I assume, are good people.” – 45th President of the United States of America, Donald Trump.
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The Red Scare came about in the late 1940’s and early 50’s after a series of events created an aura of national crisis. During this time the Soviet Union tested their first atom bomb, there were talks of atomic spies like the Rosenbergs, China was “lost” to Mao Zedong and the Korean War broke out. All of this promoted strong anti-Communist currents in the America. Given these state of affairs, it’s easy to see how patriotism was being tested, questioned, and bolstered but that does not forgive the foregoing of practicing of “decency.”
In the movie Trumbo, there were three lines spoken that I felt in my bones. They were:

“Are you a communist?”

“Is it against the law?”

“I don’t think he’s paranoid enough.”

 

The year 2016 was an election year and our current President said the above quote while running for the oval office. I watched him say his statements on national television and I heard those rooms fill with applause, cheer, agreement, and some laughter from the screen when Donald Trump said those lines. I did not raise my hands. I did not laugh. I did not show any form of agreement with what he said. Instead, I looked around. Before watching the tv screen, I had been walking by and talking on my phone in Spanish. People were looking at me. No one wanted to maintain any eye contact. I could feel the discomfort so thick in the air I could cut it with a knife.

 

The following months were filled with:

“Are you Mexican?”

“Are you legal?”

“Could you not talk in Spanish here?”

 

Of all the blows the Hispanic population has had to absorb, there’s one that’s finally starting to come back around. One of the major blames my community receives are “stealing” jobs and creating low wages. Now that immigration deportation record has increased exponentially by deputizing the local police force, it can be seen that there are job available in the U.S. but they’re not jobs most citizens want to do because they’re in industries with low paying wages and have pitiful labor protection laws or policies. I understand how labor shortages can drive people mad but what do you do when your work force doesn’t want to do the labor? Getting mad at the individuals who do the task isn’t the way to solve the problem. Getting mad at the industry is how you solve the problem. I can see the frustration.
This is what I can’t see: labeling individuals that see this country as the motherland of equality and opportunity as mostly a bunch of criminals. According to Census data taken between 1980 and 2000, 18 to 39 year old native-born Americans were anywhere from two to five times more likely to be incarcerated than undocumented immigrant men of the same age. Libertarian think tank, the Cato Institute, also produced a study that found illegal immigrants had incarceration rates of 0.85 percent, compared to 1.53 percent for native-born Americans. Based on these statistics, the President’s claim has been unfounded and instead proves native-born Americans commit more crimes than immigrants as a whole.
Given the previous information, why did Donald Trump feel like foregoing common decency? Why did I look around after my heritage and part of my culture was being disrespected? Because even though I’m not part of the “problem” population, I am indeed part of the population. I am afraid of being arrested and being treated as a spic. I am afraid of getting pulled over and then visiting a holding cell while law enforcement tries to verify my place of birth. I am afraid of people knowing I’m a chicana that was born in California and being treated like a second-class citizen because according to my country’s President I have no country. With that said, I understand why any “Reds” were scared by Senator McCarthy.

The Social Network

*Disclaimer: This blog was made for a college assignment due in February. Excuse the lack of timeliness.*

It’s February again folks, and depression is in the air! During this month, St. Valentine’s marketing group is working at maximum capacity to foster love, affection, and kindness sprinkled with hugs or kisses. Someone might want to inform them of the market their leaving out: the lonely, the sad, the remorseful.

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Scene in The Social Network after FaceSmash crashes the servers at Harvard.

Fourteen years ago, Facebook launched on February 4th and it created the youngest Billionaire in the world that’s currently leading the largest and most influential tech companies in the world according to CNBC. That’s amazing and so were Facebook’s early years. The Social Network came out in theaters in 2010 from the adaptations of Ben Mezrich’s book “The Accidental Billionaires.” Though the book is considered non-fiction, there is a note from the author in which he admits that discrepancies are probable since the book was made with an accumulation of interviews, multiple sources, thousands of documents and recording from court proceedings.

“I have tried to keep the chronology as close to exact as possible. In some instances, details of settings and descriptions have been changed or imagined, and identifying details of certain people altered to protect their privacy … I do employ the technique of re-creating dialogue. I have based this dialogue on the recollections of participants of the substance of conversations.” – Excerpt from the author’s note in “The Accidental Billionaires”

Despite the fact The Social Network did Mark Zuckerberg no favors when it comes to his public image, it’s difficult to scold Hollywood for simply lighting the fire with all the fuel Zuckerberg created while building his empire: Facebook.

The Social Network tells of the beginning of the largest global social network and both the person and legal problems Zuckerberg receives with his unprecedented success. Throughout the movie, I kept hearing the little voice in my head saying “Oh no, no, no,” when Zuckerberg started calling the shots without Eduardo Saverin’s opinion.

In the scene where Amelia Ritter says, “it’s really awesome, except it’s freakishly addictive,” I started wondering how Saverin didn’t know Facebook had blown up so quickly. The only reason I could think of was if the architect, Zuckerberg, wasn’t updating his business partner. Shortly following the Ritter scene, Zuckerberg is asking Saverin for more money to hire 2 interns and house them. While asking for the supplemental money, he mentions that he has found a house not far from campus. I consider this another flag on the field because not only is the man hiring people without the knowledge of his funds sponsor, he’s also blatantly using you as a wallet instead of treating you like a partner when he looked for a location, sought for a house, and decided on one without the opinion of the purchaser. From this moment on, I would have been placing my finger on the pulse of the “shared” business just so I could know that my “partner” wasn’t keeping any other information from me.

I think I would have served Zuckerberg with a warning after he told Saverin that he should move from New York to California or he would get “left behind” because Facebook was “moving faster than [they] ever imagined.” Saverin gave him the algorithm to start his FaceSmash project wish was the precursor to Facebook, gave him the funds to begin he should move from New York to California or he would get “left behind” because Facebook was “moving faster than [they] ever imagined.” Saverin was his friend, gave him the algorithm to start his FaceSmash project, gave him the funds to start Facebook and then continued to be a benefit but Zuckerberg found it simple to just leave Saverin in the past like an introduction. I don’t know how Saverin didn’t register Zuckerberg’s behavior as adversarial or indifferent when he was told he could be left behind. From that point on I would have tried to legally secure my interests and begin to make a record of the various ways I helped with the creation of Facebook.

Towards the end of the movie, you see Zuckerberg typing on his laptop and searching for an old lover’s Facebook account. He has a sober look on his face as his eyes linger on the screen. It made me wonder if he was sad and sorry. The kind of sad and sorry where you recognize it as remorse and try not to be morose. When going over the prospects in your life and seeing before you what you’re fighting for, and who you’re willing to fight against, it’s also easy to see what you missed. If from the film I could feel Zuckerberg’s remorse, I wonder how it radiated from the man in real life.

 

CNBC- “Billionaire Mark Zuckerberg: Success like mine only happens with luck, and that’s a huge problem we need to fix”

https://www.cnbc.com/2017/07/24/billionaire-mark-zuckerberg-success-like-mine-only-happens-with-luck.html

New York Times- “Books, Excerpt of The Accidental Billionaires’”

http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/19/books/chapter-accidental-billionaires.html

Spotlight

I feel like I’m playing catch up on a lot of things from learning about the nutritional components of kale to the benefits of a Himalayan rock salt lamp. Movies aren’t any different, but I can’t complain much about that. I enjoy the process of making a movie selection more than attending the showing of a new blockbuster. Last week, a professor of mine decided to do that for me and showed the class the 2015 movie, Spotlight. I had never seen it before, and I’m glad I caught up to this film.

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Cast of Spotlight movie.

The movie is set in 2001, and the journey begins when the new editor of the Boston Globe, Martin Baron, assigns a team of investigative journalists with the task of following up on a story about a Catholic priest who was accused of molesting 80 children. The journalist team called Spotlight is composed of the editor/team player Walter “Robby” Robinson, and reporters Michael Rezendes, Matt Carroll and Sacha Pfeiffer. During interviews with victims and lawyers, they discover that there are court ordered sealed documents that can reveal the very real possibility of a systemic cover-up of sexual abuse within the Boston Archdioceses. A year after starting the investigation, Spotlight confirms at least 250 members of the clergy had been publicly accused of child sex abuse within Boston and that Cardinal Law had prior knowledge of the priests’ abuse of children. The story’s publication touches off a wave of sexual abuse allegations and revelations around the world exposing the organized criminal activity within the Roman Catholic Church to cover the filth on the cloth.

There are many great lessons to learn from this film like human’s ability to rationalize the truth, but I want to focus on the journalism ones.

When the Spotlight team decided to take on a story, they exemplified the standards of quality journalism: verification and documentation, teamwork, context and fairness.

Verification and Documentary

While prospecting the story the journalists go through the newspapers clips to see previous coverage and visit the court house for public information about cases. The team talks to lawyers representing alleged victims and request to speak with their clients and begin to interview the few victims whose names were public. Wanting to know what happened to the priests who were accused pedophiles, they go through church directories that trace the clergymen’s career path. While collecting this information, it’s submitted into a spreadsheet and the data suggests a horrifying pattern: church leaders relocated the clergymen from parish to parish instead of defrocking them and therefore allowing the continuation of child sex abuse by the perpetrators.

Teamwork

Baron knew doing a story that would investigate the Catholic Church would be stepping on a lot of people’s toes and considered how his new staff may also not want to take on the assignment, so he stepped up to the plate. Once Spotlight agreed to go forward and do the story, Baron meets with Cardinal Law and obtains approval from the Boston Globe’s publisher to file an appeal in the state’s court to unseal the sensitive documents. Though he was new and a complete outsider, he planted his flag alongside Spotlight and solidified his support.

Context

Everyday newsrooms decide on how they want to frame a story. When it comes to a story so big that can have an impact, you wonder how to deliver it. Baron describes three different ways the story that they have been working on can be delivered and weighs in his two cents: he wants to go after the Roman Catholic Church as an “institution” rather than focus on the priest that initiated the probe or the number of accused/alleged abusive priests. In this case, the Boston Globe will not be increasing awareness. They will expose it, try to stop it, and hope to bring change.

While I was watching the film, I found myself shocked by the push back of some characters that supported the Church despite it’s wrongdoings. For some reason, since the church did so much good then it deserved a Saint’s/King’s Pass when it came to harming the very beholders of heaven (See Matthew 19:14). Then I found myself wondering: When does journalism stop being a public service? I think the Boston Globe did excellent work exposing the clergy scandal, but I can see how devoted Catholics would wonder: What’s good vs What’s right. As a journalism student I wondered: How can I ask these victims to relive their trauma time after time just to make sure I got the facts right? When do I stop pressuring, digging? Is specificity from the victims necessary?

If you haven’t seen it, watch it. Whenever you do though, watch Truth which also came out in 2015. Tell me what you think after watching both!

Responsibility and Duty: College and Family

In 2015, I had to take a semester off of college because of financial insecurity. Afortunadamente, I got back in my studies the following

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Classroom in McKeon Center of Creativity

summer semester, and I didn’t get too comfortable with the lack of academic responsibilities. This year, I find myself again in the same boat but with a different hole.

2017 was been a trying year on my family. My siblings and I all have our own personal lives, my parents are divorced, one of them has begun the naturalization process after waiting since 1997, and the other is going to be deported from the country in which he has raised his children and will leave them as well. With the waves of change, both of my parents became financially insecure and so they both reached out to their eldest child though with little desire to do so. I’m the eldest child and also a woman. Being a woman is important because even though in my family’s structure the man has the ultimate deciding influence in family matters, there’s a matriarch. My mother rules the nuclear family, meanwhile my great grandmother is the head of la familia Rodriguez Zepeda. Now, as the eldest I am responsible over my siblings and the enforcer of my parents’ expectations. I’m very thankful that the expectations my parents expect me to fulfill have not tarnished the relationships I have with my siblings.

The second born child of my mother is a boy, and he is growing into his role rather well. When our parents and I are not taking charge, he has learned to think with a cold head and balance the contradicting virtues of our conservative family and the pop culture of the time. I am very proud of him, but he is not the eldest and therefore will not assume the responsibilities of maintaining the structure of our nuclear family aside from our developing lives. That’s why my parents, when they have to, call out to me. With the turmoil of this year, I have endured a depletion of stable funds for the benefit of my parents and youngest siblings. This has in turn affected my own financial security and taken some of my focus off of my studies. Throughout the last half of 2017, I received a good deal of understanding from my fellow classmates over my actions but not much support. Which is understandable because of the idea that I shouldn’t “light myself on fire to keep somebody else warm;” however, why should I and how can I desert my parents during their time of need?

I understand that there are differing views about parents’ privileges and children’s debt but I would like to explain my experience as a first generation Mexican-American that sustains my parents’ conservative customs. With the divorce of my parents, I have started to become the ruling party in my nuclear family. My mother now runs family matters by me first before stating her claims and opinions, and my siblings reach out to me sometimes when making big decisions in their own lives that would affect the whole. I am very honored to have this status and I try to “swing my weight” the least I can possible. I have found that the less directly involved I am in family matters, the more my thoughts matter and the farther they carry. I have a duty to care for the well-being of the family. Too often though, my duty to family sometimes bumps heads with my responsibility to my education.

Due to a lot, and I mean bastante café, I finished my fall semester with a hopeful gpa that’ll only get higher by the end of my final semester at Tulsa Community College before transferring to Oklahoma State University. I’m very grateful I didn’t have to forfeit another semester due to financial insecurity. But if I did, I wouldn’t be nothing more than saddened by the prospect.

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Me in the stairwell of the McKeon Center for Creativity.

La educación, my mom would say, is a privilegioNo un regalo. Not a gift. And based on my fortune of being raised in poor neighborhoods, I grew up seeing the ability to assist your family is a blessing many cannot afford. I do not value my education less than my family and I do not believe it’s worth less of my time and commitment. Far from it really. I believe, leducación is the greatest gift and grandest currency society has to offer me. However, I owe a duty to mi familia. Meanwhile, la educación, is a privilege and a responsibility.

I decided to write about this because even though other Mexican-Americans live a different life than mine, I have met many professors and guidance counselors that would like to have more of an insight as to how their students view their academic and personal responsibilities. To be more of a general help, I want to share with you a popular proverbio from Mexico.

There once was an old man who had worked very hard in the fields to give his child an education. His wife washed clothing to maintain the house. With sweat and love, both parents toiled until their son was able to graduate from a prestigious university. At seventy-years-old, the old man’s wife died and he found himself alone and full of memories. He went to his successful son’s home and asked him if he could stay with him but he didn’t want to be a bother nor affect his son’s family’s life. The grown and married son told the old man that he didn’t know where he could stay without disrupting his family’s life. He couldn’t take his children out of their rooms and he could most certainly not bother his demanding wife. The son offered the old man a hammock out on the veranda and he accepted. Grateful to no longer be alone, the old man did not mind sleeping outside in a hammock.

The grown son called for his own child and asked him to bring his grandfather a blanket for the night.

-With pleasure papá… Where will he be staying?

-On the veranda. He doesn’t want to bother us.

The boy went to get the blanket and after waiting for his return, his father went looking for him. He found the boy cutting a thick and heavy blanket in half.

-What are you doing? Why are you cutting your grandfather’s blanket?

-I am cutting the blanket so you will have something to keep you warm when you come to live with me.

The old man’s son then took his father into the house and gave him a bed, a blanket, and place to sit at the dinner table.

This proverb has many different versions, but they all center around the educated child, the old parent, and the future generation.

With mucho mucho amor,

Tulsa’s Tapatia

Soy Yo // It’s Me

When I was a child, I grew up with an identity crisis, but I never addressed it because I figured as long as my mom chose for me then I knew who I was. Niña, chamaca, pequeña; I identified with all of those labels so I thought ‘Claro que soy Mexicana.’ Then one day my mom started calling me child. Who was she referring to? Apparently, me!

imsorrycatIt was an alien word to me. It hadn’t been used to identify me before, and I felt responding to it was completamente mal. The English word child made me feel like I wasn’t worthy to be Mexicana. I had a similar feeling to what non-Spanish speakers probably have when they’re standing in line at a grocery store, and a Hispanic family near them suddenly starts speaking in Spanish after speaking only English. I was uncomfortable, but I also felt insecure. Now I asked myself, who am I? Quien soy yo?

As a first generation Mexican-American, I already felt like I had two lives to juggle. The Anglo/mass media culture I experienced in school always bumped heads with my traditional and conservative culture expressed at home, at church and with the Hispanic community. I can recall two embarrassing moments that simply tore me apart. Me queria morir de la vergüenza! I wanted to hide underneath a rock.

While visiting my classmate Sarah, I was asked if I wanted to play the card game Uno. Never hearing about it before, I asked Sarah to explain to me what the game was about and she laughed. She figured since uno was a Spanish word then my family would have the game at home. Then she invited me to her room and again she laughed when I asked her if her mom would be okay with that. “Of course, Sam! We do that in America,” she said. I learned that day what I thought were universal manners to show respect were not practiced in my white friends’ houses. I noticed that my manners from home even made the parents uncomfortable because they weren’t practiced in their homes. I left Sarah’s house as fast as I could so they wouldn’t see me tearing up. The way I was being raised wasn’t “American,” and I hated that I wasn’t. What a huge injustice I was being served daily by being raised differently than my Anglo friends. In my child’s mind, all I knew was that I wasn’t “American.”

The second hallmark embarrassing moment of my life happened at my aunt’s house. My cousin and I were exchanging songs on our mp3 players, and my aunt noticed that the majority of music on my device was English. Meanwhile her daughter had predominately Spanish music on hers. Mija, she said, que no eres Mexicana? Immediately I responded Si! and she said No She went on to compare me with my cousin using our music libraries as an indicator of how immersed we were in the culture. Obviously, I lost because I couldn’t dispute with my tia. My cousin, smug as could be, decided to show me all the Mexican things in her bedroom that supported her mother’s claim. But nothing was as bad as my aunt’s remark while in the car on my way home: Lo que tienes de Mexicana es solo tu apellido. Let me translate: What you have as Mexican is only your last name. Ayy el dolor! My own blood was telling me I wasn’t “Mexicana.”

lodovicopelucheThank God at the time my mom started watching La Familia P. Luche. Google describes the Mexican sitcom as the experiences of a ‘typical Mexican family’ featuring a husband who does nothing but obey his wife, a clever boy, a second adopted son, a strange girl, and an Argentine maid. The strange girl is named Bibi and her family, as well as the entire fictional city, have a habit of asking her “Ay Bibi, porque no eres una niña normal?” They always ask Bibi why she isn’t a normal girl whenever she does something that doesn’t coincide with the general norm. She dislikes it when people ask her mockingly why she’s different but towards the end of the show she starts to own her individuality.

I’m proud to say that Bibi was a role model for me. As I was growing and trying to find out whether I was American enough, Mexican enough, Latina enough, etc. Bibi showed me that no matter how uncomfortable you feel, no matter how much you’re not like anyone else, still be yourself. No matter what the circumstance is, be yourself. Even if it against your own family. From then on, when someone looked at me odd/questioning/condescendingly, I started to say “es que no soy normal.” Whenever I said “I’m not normal” I felt empowered and I still do to this day. The best part about openly accepting that I’m different was the amount of support I received from family, friends, and strangers!

Sarai_SoyYoMVideoNow when people ask me to choose to be either American or Mexican, I counter with a poco me quieres normal? (Oh really, you want me to be normal?). The reaction I get is priceless. I can tell they hadn’t even considered who I’d be if I wasn’t myself. So be yourself and accept all of your sazón! Goza! Enjoy your life! You don’t have to choose between being Mexican, American, or Mexican-American, if you don’t want to. Whether you’re a first, second, third or sixth generation Mexican-American enjoy your diverse culture! I think I was hiding underneath a rock when Bomba Estéreo came out with their single ‘Soy Yo.’ I heard it yesterday for the first time and I most definitely accept it as the brown girl anthem. Cheka esto, Sarai Gonzalez, the star of the music video, told NBC Latino that “the message of this video is just to be yourself and not care what anyone else thinks no matter what.” Entonces recuerda, you are enough – you are more than enough and se tu! Ahora, a bailar! 

With mucho mucho amor,

Tulsa’s Tapatia

 

Bomba Estéreo – ‘Soy Yo’ music video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bxWxXncl53U

Google page about La Familia P. Luche

https://www.google.com/search?ei=qtoZWoHNNMGKjQPmqpiYBg&q=la+familia+p.+luche&oq=la+familia+p.+luche&gs_l=psy-ab.3..0i7i30k1l4j0i7i10i30k1l4j0i7i30k1j0.6250.6429.0.7012.2.2.0.0.0.0.141.253.0j2.2.0….0…1c.1.64.psy-ab..0.2.251….0.Q-mqTI91IkE

NBC Latino Article

https://www.nbcnews.com/news/latino/soy-yo-young-latina-s-debut-anthem-empowerment-n646691