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Transcending Trauma, Reclaiming Humanity

New America Media, Commentary, Roberto Dr. Cintli Rodriguez Posted: Nov 09, 2009

November 7 marked 30 years since I won my first police brutality trial in East L.A. After all these years, I have come to understand the meaning of resilience. Equally important, I have come to understand that the attempt to silence me was an act of political violence.

Im not sure why this knowledge eluded me. Perhaps because all these years, people would always ask me if my skull had been cracked by sheriffs deputies during the 1970 protest against the war in East L.A. No, I would always reply, with a sense of guilt. It happened while covering cruising on Whittier Blvd. on the opening night of the
movie "Boulevard Nights."

It became political when the officers then turned on me while I was photographing the beating of a young Mexican man. They then charged me with attempting to kill four officers with my camera. All told, my life was threatened and I was subsequently arrested, detained or harassed some 60 times.

About five years ago, I was invited to be a part of a group of survivors of torture and political violence. It was the most powerful and healing thing Ive ever done. And yet, I felt I didnt belong because all the other members were from outside of the country.

What they did to you is what they to do to us in our countries, many of the members told me, insisting that I did belong there. That is when I began to contextualize what happens in our barrios, ghettos and reservations in this country. The conventional wisdom is that political violence, corruption and lawlessness happens in Third World countries, never here. But that doesnt explain why this nation operates the largest prison system in the world, filled primarily with people of color. It doesnt explain why the vast majority of victims of law enforcement abuse are people of color.

My journey can be best appreciated by survivors of traumatic brain injury and post traumatic stress disorder, or as I refer to it, susto profundo. It can also be appreciated by those who have dedicated their lives to treating those like me, whether they come from Asia, Africa or East L.A. or anywhere that human beings are routinely dehumanized.

I could recount the chilling details of what happened to me 30 years ago, but it is both unnecessary and harmful to the spirit; survivors of torture or political violence should give political analysis, not excruciating details. Instead, I choose to offer a few stories. One has to do with how running prepared me for my 1986 lawsuit. Every day I ran up and down hills in L.A. Each day I would run further so I could be stronger than my enemies. By the time my trial rolled around several months later, I had become invincible: nothing or no one could defeat me. With the courageous representation of my attorney, Antonio Rodriguez, we won.

In all these years, one of the most rewarding things for me was helping to heal other survivors of political violence at an event in Washington, D.C. several years ago. I had written a column in which I described the healing of Sister Diana Ortiz, who had been tortured in Guatemala, with roses. While I read this column in public, my wife, with the assistance of children of survivors, not only placed those roses upon her body, but also, upon all those survivors who had come to urge the U.S. government to abolish torture.

A psychologist in the field of trauma, Bessle Van der Kert, made an observation several years ago that survivors heal when they find a greater passion for something other than their trauma. For me, this is my research on Centeotzintli or sacred maiz. It involves the search for origins and migrations. At a certain point, I was told by elders from throughout the continent: If you want to know who you are, follow the maiz.

Thats what I do now. In the process, I learned that the stories I had been looking for were right in my own home--from my own parents who are 86 and 81. The stories they told me when I was growing up became the basis for my dissertation: Centeotzintli: Sacred maize a 7,000-year ceremonial discourse.

To be beaten is dehumanizing. To be treated as a suspect population and to be told to go back to where you came from is a violation. To be denied ones human rights makes us less than human. To fight for one's rights is re-humanizing. To find ones roots, ones connections to that which is most sacred on this continent, to that which is many thousands of years old and part of ones daily life, is to find ones humanity.

Rodriguez, an assistant professor at the University of Arizona, can be reached at XColumn@gmail.com.

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