Rematriation / Rematason By Tezozomoc “We support the full sovereign expression of all our Indigenous relatives and believe that it is through the process of Rematriation that we reclaim our identity, our culture and our ways. Much of our cultures are deeply rooted in our Earth Mother and celestially connected to the matrilineal, uterine lines of our families, our people and our nations that extend beyond this world.” —Rematriation.com
My father passed away back on Nov 8th, 2006. It was not a surprise nor a sudden event. He had been fragmenting in place for over 8 years in a Delano nursing home. In 1998 he had been diagnosed with leukemia; cancer of the blood. He was a typical banal mexican man from the ranchos, what they call a ‘chero, from ranchero. He was driven by the materiality of his subjectivization. He was a man prone to what Josiah Luis Alderete calls the, “Chinga tu madre blues!,” a default exclamation when buttressed by situational impotence. Typically, paired with the, “Si no me la puedo coger,” failed proposition. During his chemo treatments
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he failed to take care of his latent diabetes and he suffered several strokes. The irony of the, “Chinga tu madre blues,” is that he survived and recovered from leukemia, but his totality had been shattered by the catastrophic strokes he had endured. He began to enter a long enduring fragmentary flow of mental health decomposition. There were the physical violent episodes where he broke doors and sheetrock walls. My mother weathered and worn was the good soldier, but the war was bigger than her. Like a good Adelita, she refused to abandon the battlefield but concede and we finally took him to a Delano hospice center.
