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Ernest Rodriguez' "Impressions," 1960s-1980s
""The Year 1970"" by Ernest Rodriguez Page 5
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He was a small well built young man in his early twenties. His hair was worn long Mexican style and his color was what we call “moreno claro” but sprinkled with dark brown freckles which were not visible until you were up close to him. His dark brown eyes were expressive of his moods, lighting up with his broad smile when conversation was light. They could become darkly forboding giving a grace appearance to his boyish look. He dressed plainly as all the organizers of the UFWOC that I had met dressed. He usually wore a jacket sport shirt and slack pants. He spoke English with an unmistakable Mexican accent which detracted nothing from his fluency in the language. He was as articulate and eloquent with English as he was with Spanish. An excellent public speaker he seemed as much as home at the podium as you could imagine his in a group of young Chicanos on a street corner of any barrio in the southwest. But before a group he captured their attention speaking movingly about La Causa! He spoke last at the Clinton rally with a familiarity of his material that contrasted with the reliance on notes of the speakers that preceeded him. After the rally we were invited to a local bar by some of the labor leaders where we all sat down at a long table and filled glasses of beer from several pitchers sest on the table by the barmaid along with a variety of cheese slices, salami, and crackers. The atmosphere was one of good fellowship that labor people seem to be able generate naturally. The warmith and laughter inside offset the heavy downpour of rain outside that had half drenched us running from our parked cars to hurriedly enter the bar. I sat opposite Miguel Arias who I had only met brief just
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He was a small well built young man in his early twenties. His hair was worn long Mexican style and his color was what we call “moreno claro” but sprinkled with dark brown freckles which were not visible until you were up close to him. His dark brown eyes were expressive of his moods, lighting up with his broad smile when conversation was light. They could become darkly forboding giving a grace appearance to his boyish look. He dressed plainly as all the organizers of the UFWOC that I had met dressed. He usually wore a jacket sport shirt and slack pants. He spoke English with an unmistakable Mexican accent which detracted nothing from his fluency in the language. He was as articulate and eloquent with English as he was with Spanish. An excellent public speaker he seemed as much as home at the podium as you could imagine his in a group of young Chicanos on a street corner of any barrio in the southwest. But before a group he captured their attention speaking movingly about La Causa! He spoke last at the Clinton rally with a familiarity of his material that contrasted with the reliance on notes of the speakers that preceeded him. After the rally we were invited to a local bar by some of the labor leaders where we all sat down at a long table and filled glasses of beer from several pitchers sest on the table by the barmaid along with a variety of cheese slices, salami, and crackers. The atmosphere was one of good fellowship that labor people seem to be able generate naturally. The warmith and laughter inside offset the heavy downpour of rain outside that had half drenched us running from our parked cars to hurriedly enter the bar. I sat opposite Miguel Arias who I had only met brief just
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