As a young man growing in a Latino neighborhood, in a low-income area of South Texas, I was raised to not take everything for granted and to work endlessly for everything in your life.
I was granted my life because my mother chose to grant me my life.
And that is the key word. She chose.
We grew up as a good Christian family, as most Latinos raise families.
But as we progress in the years, I see so many aspects of our life taken away from us through politics.
Our freedom, that our forefathers worked so hard to grant us, is being stripped from us as the decades pass.
Being a Latino, it was not uncommon to see how Latino women were almost forced to be submissive as a wife. Yes, the husband was in control of all aspects of her life, even choosing to be a stay-at-home mom – away from the public eye.
But it didn’t end there, once the husband got home, it was normal practice to have supper ready for him and for the males to eat first – before any female could even enjoy a meal.
Folks, I am not talking about living in a foreign country, but here in the good ole U.S. of A. Yes, for generations, families, like that of my own, were born and raised in the U.S. – with these standard practices.
As generations grew and became educated, we all learned about equality.
We all later grew to learn about being our own person and making decisions that best served us – as individuals.
Because my father was blessed with a job that reimbursed him well, our family still did not want to stray from their comfort zone and wanted to remain in a humble, poor latino neighborhood.
Though it was infested with drugs and broken families throughout, to us, it was still home.
Today, those broken homes and drug infested neighborhoods exist, and probably almost to extreme measures to this day. In fact, my parents remain living in the same neighborhood.
When visiting, it does not bother me to drive to my old neighborhood. Though the landscape and some people have changed, for the most part, there are still some old neighborhood friends that remain – and still recognize me.
Growing up and seeing girls grow up pregnant at young ages or learning about women that had been raped, it was a heart-wrenching, sad reality.
A friend of mine became an E.R. nurse in a metropolitan city and told me horror stories of women with diseases getting pregnant and even worse – young girls becoming pregnant against their will.
After watching State Senator Wendy Davis in her filibuster, it was somewhat invigorating to me to see how a woman would stand up for her rights – as a woman should.
Too many times, political agendas take the best of any human – like taking the freedom away from a woman.
There will never be an answer to a growing problem in our country – especially issues that involve sensitive ideas like abortion.
But like I was raised, I believe in women and believe that they too, have rights.
Welfare is a problem area for a lot of political aficionados, who seek ways to fix the situation.
Though these same political power hungry people want to erase abortion, to me, it seems it will only increase welfare more than they can imagine.
Until they step foot in poor areas of the poorest of towns and cities, and in those metropolitan hospitals, will they realize that the choice belongs to us – not power.