:02:02
to root me in all things Latin.
:02:05
Finally, she sensed
our last opportunity for change.
:02:10
We would leave for America.
:02:15
"One tear."
:02:17
"Just one."
:02:19
"So make it a good one," she said.
:02:33
She would be my Mexico.
:02:42
Because this admissions essay
is open record...
:02:45
let me just say that our transportation
into the United States was...
:02:50
economy class.
:02:55
In order to raise me properly...
:02:58
my mother needed as much of the security
of her own culture as possible.
:03:03
So we rolled through Texas...
:03:05
just 34% Hispanic...
:03:09
to Los Angeles...
:03:11
48% Hispanic.
:03:14
...look at the Detroit Pistons.
:03:16
And your mother's saying, "Get up!"
But, no, what of it?
:03:19
You can't see them. Why?
'Cause you're being killed...
:03:22
you're being strangled
by the psychotic Raider fans.
:03:24
What do you have in Oakland?
You got a bunch of psychotic...
:03:28
A few minutes adrift
in an alien environment...
:03:32
then we turned a corner,
and we were right back home.
:03:46
My mother's favorite cousin,
Monica, gave us shelter.
:03:51
For the next six years...
:03:53
neither of us ventured outside
our new community.
:03:58
Mom worked two jobs,
paying a total of $450 a week...