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| Pictured on the cover is Danny Rodriguez, a captain of the original Brown Berets |
By Agustin Cebada
Chapter 1: A police riot was taking place during a peaceful anti war protest in East Los Angeles:
Pain throbbing pain. Pain such as he hadn't felt since his youth in a football game with the Albuquerque High B team against the Highland High B team when he laid out the fullback and was then helped off the field with a concussion. This was the same yet different. This was for real and that was play. This pain coming as it did from an L.A. county sheriff's baton as they tried to break up the Chicano Moratorium anti war protest was serious business; the blood gushing out of the back of his head where the blow landed. He passed out....
The other picture is of a march against the police repression of the Chicano Moratorium on January 7, 1971 which started at Hollenbeck Park with 500 people and marched at the "Glass House" with over 3000 people. The other two pics are also scenes of that march.He could hear children scream in excitement or was it fear.... He passed out of consciousness and the children were screaming.... excitedly or fearfully? They were being chased and gassed by the sheriffs.... as they splashed at the edges of Rito Claro (Clear rivulet), in the Jemez Mountains above Cuba, New Mexico .... The blow to his head caused him to go deeper into unconsciousness.... The water was filled with Truchas(trout) as it had been only a half-hour since the fish hatchery truck had stocked it with several thousand 8 to 10 inch trout. They were hitting on everything cast into the creek. All the Children who had come up from Cuba that afternoon had caught several trout and those that hadn't brought fishing rods had waded in and were scooping them out with their bare hands because the fish hadn't dispersed up and down the creek. Fish were flying everywhere.
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| A march took place January 7, 1971 against police repression of the Chicano Moratorium |
The day had been hot and smoggy in East L.A .... down in Cuba when some of the fathers decided to take their kids to the mountains to cool off and do some fishing. His uncle Agustin had spotted the Seven Springs fish hatchery truck parked at the Freelove store and passed the word to his brothers. They had rounded up the kids and took off up the road to Rito Claro (Clear rivulet) and waited where they knew the hatchery always stocked the fish. It was cool and green this time of year the aspen were quaking, and the ponderosa pines creaked as they swayed back and forth in the breeze. The air was clean and sweet with the smell of the pine and mountain cottonwoods.
Again the pain came crashing as he looked up and saw an L.A. County Sheriff strike a girl on the back of the neck she went down close to him. He had been knocked blow had come as he was fighting off one of the rookie sheriffs that had been recruited and trained that summer specifically for the purpose of breaking up this march. He felt he was about to wrestle the baton from the deputy when another deputy came up behind him and hit him in the back of the head.
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| The march started at Hollenbeck Park with 500 people and grew to more than 3,000. |
He faded out again and back to the mountains of his youth. Bobby S was egging on everybody to jump off the barancas overlooking the Rio Puerco as it cut deeply into the loam deposited there over thousands of years. The Presbyterian Church Ministered to by their uncle Ubaldo overlooked these barancas. The exhilaration caused by the pain .... Being in Cuba for the summer in what his parents considered a banishment from the home for the summer and what he and his brother, Luis, considered one hell of a vacation... Aaron had just given Sixto a bear hug and as he passed out after having inhaled 40 times he started seeing stars.... was it the pain from the blow on the back of the head or was it.... He could see many events taking place before his eyes. It was a vision of what would happen in the future...The fight in Laguna Park, the people fighting back... vaguely a vision of men marching with brown hats.... Bobby S went first then Aaron and he had his turn. He ran to the edge of the cliff as he had seen his primos do and without losing stride he leaped out into space. He was in the air for what seemed like many minutes but in reality was only a few seconds until he hit the loose dirt at the foot of the barrancas and slid down about fifteen feet. The loose dirt broke his fall as he landed feet first and kept his balance not pitching headfirst. The flight through the thin air of the Nascimiento Valley at the foot of the Jemez Mountains was unbelievable to him at the age of 11. He was proud that he was able to do what his older cousins could. On his third try he got a longer run and leaped out further than anybody had up to then and
The flight seemed to last forever. When he hit he didn't land on his feet this time but landed on his back, oh the pain! His cousins clambered down the barranca to his side. It was during one of these visits to Cuba that another painful event happened. An Anglo came into Cuba on his pick-up truck and shot the first people he saw. The victims were his primo Eddie Cebada who died of a shot to the pelvis and his mother’s step mom, Sofia Cebada, who was not critically wounded. That was how he experienced the genocidal instincts of that race. Later a posse was to chase this man into the mountains where he was captured. He was brought to trial and found innocent on a plea of insanity. His uncle Agustin who headed the posse later lamented that they had not killed him during the arrest as he was remanded to the state mental hospital. He was just coming to as Bobby S no it was... Brother Jose picked him up and wiped the blood out of his eyes. “Get up, get up Sixto,” he demanded, as he half carried his comrade out of Laguna Park.
