But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it the most?

Hay algunos que nacen con estrella y otros estrellados, y aunque tú no lo quieras creer, yo soy de las estrelladísimas.

The people suffer when they pursuit a life or chase a dream that doesn’t belong to them.

Lastly, you, ungrateful Mexican, have the audacity to speak to the experience of Manzano’s parents and dismiss their life story by arrogantly asserting that México “offered nothing to [ ] them and forced them to leave.” That you can believe yourself superior to them, to us, has little to do with the plight of our peoples, yet much about what you have offered in sacrifice to a country that looks to all of us (yes, you too) with all the hatred, disdain, and perceived inferiority that is felt every time one of us is called a spic.

For all your CNN. The ease with which you refer to one of yours as “illegal.” Your love for whiteness. And your pride in “the country that allowed [Leo Manzano] the opportunity to fulfill his potential.” You, my brother, will always be just another Mexican in the eyes of your master. No amount of public chastising of your kindred will change the fact that in this country you’ll always be one of us; a people displaced in a land we never really left. So let Manzano have his cake and eat it to. Hell, our people helped bake the damn cake anyway.

My heritage, my dad as you probably know was the governor of Michigan and was the head of a car company. But he was born in Mexico, and, uh, had he been born of, uh, Mexican parents, I’d have a better shot at winning this. But he was unfortunately born to Americans living in Mexico. He lived there for a number of years. And, uh, uh, I say that jokingly, but it would be helpful to be, uh … Latino.”—Mitt Romney

Pay attention to your enemies, for they are the first to discover your mistakes.

Not to unlearn what you have learned is the most necessary kind of learning.