An Unruly Archive of Healing: (non-fiction essay)

An Unruly Archive of Healing: Struggling Against the Professionalization of Community Building, Immigration Enforcement, and Queer/Trans of Color Cultural Amnesia By Bo Luengsuraswat     We all have heard about it. We all have lived through it one way or another. Some of us talk about it, and some even wrote books about it. Yet […]

Always in Exile (non-fiction)

By Fernando Romero Fernando, graduated from Cal State Long Beach in 2009 and studied Creative Writing and Journalism. He is a co-founding member of Dreamers Adrift and co-founding member of the AB 540 group FUEL @ CSULB. He is also the Coordinator for the Justice for Immigrants Coalition of Inland Southern California, which is an […]

Man Died In Administrative Limbo While In Immigration Detention (Op Ed)

By Fernando Romero Originally published on Huffington Post Latino Voices March 19, 2012 On the morning of Friday, February 24, I got out of bed with my usual swagger. I made a pot a coffee, a light breakfast and started getting ready for work. Still with lazy eyes, I started answering some e-mails when my […]

Immigration Reform and Unionization; Dining Hall Workers Seek Justice For All Workers (Op Ed)

By Fernando Romero   Originally published on Huffington Post Sunday, Feb. 26, 2012   No one would’ve thought that the immigration debate would make a stop in the cookie-cutter community of Claremont, California. But the recent firing of 16 kitchen staff workers at Pomona College has caught national attention and caused immigrant rights groups and […]

Missouri loves company

As the state joins Arizona, Alabama and Georgia in passing horrendous laws, one of it’s own reflects. By Ignacio V February 28, 2001 marks the 11th anniversary since my arrival in the United States. At the age of 12 I arrived in Missouri with a promise of a new start and the hope to make […]

The Civil Disobedience Event (A Play in Two Acts)

By Fernando Romero   I stood there in my neon-range security vest, unsure of what to think. When I turned my head right, I could see the snow-capped San Bernardino Mountains to the east encroaching upon us; just hanging and towering over all of us. They looked so majestic and peaceful like oil on canvas painting. […]