Sixty years ago, a dream of allegory fiction appeared before the eyes of American supremacy. A dream that sought not present reality, but only sought of the future to bestow upon the way minorities were viewed upon. From the streets in which two cultures forced their vehemant voices upon the surface of the Government, to the buildings in which one culture looked down upon thousands of men and women of color. Bit this I tell you ladies and gentlemen is not an account about the struggles our consangenuous ancestors faced against evil, or a caveat following the controversy to come, but only an account about the enexcusable standing of my people in both the demographic and educational unit of this Constiution. The same Constiution that sixty years ago, was targeted in the fires of Birmingham, or the same Constiution that sixty years ago was targeted in the battle for members of the Los Angeles Police Department against the Chicano community. Sixty years ago, two movements were founded in the hopes of pushing towards both social and political enlightenment for both the African-American and Latino community. But in terms of acumen perception towards for Latinos. Only one light shines upon the educational views of this country. For it was the Chicano Movement that shined so much light upon our bold eagle when it flew in times of warfare, yet our value to this democracy feels like the stormy clouds that either brought this eagle down or worse shadowed it's opportunity to seek light. It is the same stormy clouds that shed the very ignorance taught in our society, and prevents us from progressive change that comes to our feet. And for many Latinos and Latinas out there who come with the same dreams that sixty years ago two cultures fought for, this dream may still feel inadequate, and disingenuous towards the accreditation that African-Americans, Latinos, Latinas, Asian-Americans, Native-Americans, and many others deserve for how they contributed to the United States of America. Sadly, this rather disappointment only seems minor compared to the lack of support the beautiful women of the Mexican-American community deserve. For some of the greatest female icons of the Civil Rights Movement including women like Sylvia Mendez, Lucy G. Acosta, Gloria Anzaldua, Petra Allende, Evelina Lopez Atonette, and so many others were all proud Latinas with a dream. Some other Latin icons that sadly never lived to see the very shadows of their legacy to both the Civil Rights and the Chicano Movement that adumbrate the darkest of the creeks in the night, are never once revitalized in the wake of a Civil Rights Movement, or in the wake of an inauguration of an American President. Some of these men like Cesar Chavez, Roalio Munoz, and many others. I want people to imagine if twenty years down the road teachers were to open a book and share a story with the classroom, and twenty years down the road some of the most recognizable icons Civil Rights icons like Martin Luther King Junior, or Rosa Parks were still taught, but what makes the difference between a lecture about how a Civil Rights icon who founded the United Farm Workers Act to protest for fair working conditions in the Mexican-American community, and corresponded with one of the biggest militant alliances of the Civil Rights Movement, the Black Panthers. Or what makes a difference if twenty years down the road a teacher were to have a discussion about the combination of two very loquacious abd effective cultures, who together worked to try and solve problems including police brutality, desegregation busing within both cities and school districts, and racial inequality. So what makes the difference? I will tell you the difference. It's the difference of both the demographic and educational respect that the Mexican-American community deserve. Because Brothers and Sisters, Hermanos and Hermanas, sixty years ago one man's dream became the dream of a community, and sixty years ago one community's dream became the dream of another, and sixty years later one dream of two cultures became the dream of as many generations to come as there were stars.
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