As we commemorate César Chávez Day in California, it’s essential to reflect on his tireless work and the legacy he left in the fight for justice and equality, particularly for farmworkers in the Central Valley. Born on March 31, 1927, Chávez dedicated his life to organizing migrant farmworkers, advocating for better wages, access to healthcare, and better working conditions. His famous 340-mile march from Delano to Sacramento and his 28-day fast for nonviolence showed his unwavering commitment to the cause, even in the face of immense challenges.
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When I think back to my younger self, just starting my advocacy work as a volunteer with Mi Familia Vota, I can’t help but feel proud of that 16-year-old teenager and her incredible growth. My journey these past few years has been transformative in so many ways! My time as a volunteer introduced me to a group of leaders who would start a small organization out of an office in Florida called Poder Latinx. I joined their movement, ready to be a part of change.
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Read MoreThere has and always will be a line between health and voting - a fragile line. Elected officials have the power to create and pass legislation that directly affects how we can get health care provided and at what cost. Health care is a necessity. Everyone deserves the fundamental right to access affordable, quality health care. Politicians will preach to their constituents that healthcare needs to remain privatized in order to keep profiteering off deals with Big Pharma. Those gatekeeping universal access while prioritizing privatization are putting profits over people. People that are sick or may be sick, those needing treatment or needing annual checkups will find themselves with even more hurdles to finding affordable care.
Read MoreIn February 2005, my parents and I made the journey across the desert for 3 nights and 2 days to reach the United States-Mexico border. As expected, this experience was less than desirable as we faced a cold and fierce climate, but this voyage meant so much for my family- an opportunity at a different life. Most people that I would meet in the States didn’t undergo anything that paralleled this situation, and this memory is how I knew that I was undocumented.
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