What is my dream?

One day, we will confront and help overcome anti Blackness, anti Indigenous and the self hate that comes from the colonized mentality. We will show up for our neighbors in struggles are not only linked but are indeed the same. We will praise these bodies we are in. We will give ourselves the cure and healing we so richly deserve, with full generosity. 

One day our lolos and lolas, our titos and titas will hear and respect what we have to say, just as we are taught to do for them (by them).

One day our siblings of mixed race will be called sister, brother, cousin, kapatid just because they are a whole, not a half. 

One day it will be ok if we cannot speak our parents’ languages and we will be accepted as we are by our community. One day later on we will find the will, the courage, the time and resources, to self learn, self teach our languages, our arts, our histories and pass on this knowledge to each other.

One day we will be able to hold space for our people who have suffered, to speak the traumas that bring our silences and our mistrust into being. And with these ugly words we will see their ugly effects. And with these words, we will begin to address the wound. One day. 

One day we will not just be survivors, we will no longer be victims. We will be victors.

One day we will recognize that the lived experience of each of us is valid, is varied, is beautiful. Whether your families come from somewhere in Luzon to somewhere in Mindanao. Whether you’re a doctor from UST, or someone with a high name, or some shade of kayumanggi like me. 

One day our women and girls will no longer be trafficked. One day our caregivers, yayas, and domestic workers will not be abused but treated with dignity. One day our folks who are LGBTQ will feel fully safe in Filipinx spaces. One day our families won’t have to separate to survive. 

One day our veterans and their grandchildren will receive their medals of honor. 

One day our lolas who were comfort women will be lifted up and their grandchildren receive justice. 

One day our Rizal Center will be restored to the entrust of the community. One day it will be open to the entire community, accountable to it. It will be physically accessible. It will contain resources for all to a library of books, recordings, walls of artwork, artifacts. Spaces for Filipinx community organizations to hold business and events, arts spaces, kali/eskrima spaces, tagalog, ilokano and philippine language spaces. Something that will serve the Filipinx community in Chicago and the Midwest. Something Rizal would actually be proud of. One day.

One day the Field Museum will open its collection vaults of 10,000 artifacts to any one of Filipinx heritage and/or scholarly research wanting to see and learn about our material culture and history. Free of charge. One day the digital co-curation project will find necessary resources to continue with community-led programming at the Field Museum. One day our artifacts will be restored to their rightful owner.

One day our cousins will see that the US is not the land of milk and honey, but for the genocide and violence and imperialism that has built this global system. 

One day we will recognize the right of humans to survive by migration, and welcome them to a home where they are seen and recognized for who and what they already are. One day documents will not prove a person’s being. 

One day we will look at nature as being a part of us, our world as being one of us, that we are the custodians of.

One day if we are lucky to return to our ancestral home, we will see all the sacrifices, great and small, done to make just one life possible, in what seemed impossible. One day we might be welcomed home with open arms.