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    I Was Diagnoosis Retarded
    I Was Diagnoosis Retarded
    I Was Diagnoosis Retarded
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    I Was Diagnoosis Retarded

    By Javier Gomez

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    I was Diagnosis Retarded, chronicles the true story of a Mexican immigrant who defied the cultural bias of the Los Angeles Unified School District; an educational institution that branded him mentally retarded but somehow overcame becoming a statistical casualty. It outlines, the mitigating factors that altered his doom reality; to help his escape the mean streets of East L. A. and become a leading cultural warrior (treasure) in his community.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJun 4, 2013
    ISBN9781481744089
    I Was Diagnoosis Retarded
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    Javier Gomez

    Javier Gomez is an immigrant brought to live in the United States by his parents, seeking to ensure his health, safety, and well-being. Yet he almost became a statistical casualty of a blind educational system unwilling to face its challenges. Gomez fought to eradicate hatred and bigotry in the LA school system, going on to participate in antiwar protests and champion the cause of human rights. As a disciple of Cesar Chavez, Gomez raised the banner of La Causa in the pursuit of enlightenment, empowerment, and freedom.

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      I Was Diagnoosis Retarded - Javier Gomez

      © 2013 by Javier Gomez. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 06/10/2013

      ISBN: 978-1-4817-4409-6 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4817-4408-9 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2013907236

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      Preface

      Chapter 1

      the Shocking discovery

      Chapter 2

      1957 Birth of the Triplets

      Chapter 3

      Fall of 1958 Los Angeles Unified School District Psychological IQ Testing

      Chapter 4

      1958 Arrival of Grandma, Evarista

      Chapter 5

      The Day Leti Arrived Winter of 1959

      Chapter 6

      THE BULLY

      Chapter 7

      Fall of 1959 I Learnt To Knit in the Fourth Grade

      Chapter 8

      1959 Life in Tijuana-With a New Mother

      Chapter 9

      1962 to 1965 My 8 mile walk to Belvedere Jr. High School

      Chapter 10a

      1965 to 1968 Roosevelt High School

      Chapter 10b

      1965 to 1969 Reflections

      Chapter 11

      1968 to 1969

      The Awaiting of the Sleeping Giant

      Chapter 12

      1969-70 Enlightenment-Self Discovery

      Chapter 13

      1973-2006 OPERATION CHICANO TEACHER

      Acknowledgement and Photo Credits

      *This amoxtli was written in the year of one reed, when Tonatiuh lit the world with hope as he blessed the earth; so humanity can blossom as Flowers in his concrete gardens.

      Preface

      Arise, all arise, together we will see once again the place from where we have come from.

      They cut our branches. They burned our trunks. But they could not pull out our roots.

      Codices Dresdensis

      As I personally searched within my soul to understand my purpose in life and the role I had to play on the landscape of Nopales. The treads on my huaraches are almost worn out to the sole from my endless (solitary) pilgrimages. Worn out from the many journeys I made over the roughed terrain long charted out before me; by our predecessors whose animas continue to linger about drifting in the wind still caressing the sacred grounds. The sacred soil already blessed by those who came before them. These roads, showing ageing signs; bearing witness to an infinite account of phenomenon’s transpiring throughout it tracks leaving behind only their footprints, impressions and graffiti rocks filled with both joy and sorrow images. As evidence to the exhausted wear and tear of time.

      My pilgrimages have taken me everywhere and they have brought me back to nowhere and here again, I stand in the center of a new cross roads; forced again to choose the correct path to assist me in discovering my heart. An imprint of a Huella left behind by others for me to follow so I won’t repeat their mistakes. Will their huellas clearly lead me to the true path of understanding so others can follow behind me. I hope I will not be forsaken; miss-led into getting lost in a black abyss, with no escape, but left there trapped for eternity. Lost without any hope to ever find a way out, back to reality.

      Where have the seasons gone? My once beautiful dark curly hair has now thinned away and it has transformed into the shades of cumulus clouds exposing my achilles heel, (my nopal) to the anger of the ultra-rays of hatred.

      The contents contained in this amoxtli, written on these amate sheets exposes my vulnerable nopal heart:

      Blessed are those…

      Whose kindness…

      Will protect it from…

      The Negative Rays of hate…

      I humbly hope my memoirs as a diagnosed Retarded macehualtin sheds light on life’s predicament; as you embark on your pilgrimage over the similar rough terrains I previously journeyed on in my vision quest; which I had to undertake to find my purpose, listening to the wind passing by… carrying our sacred wisdom, hidden from us.

      De Todo Corazon…

      Le hablo a tu Corazon…

      Con todo respeto…

      Su Servidor,

      Javier Gomez

      Chapter 1

      the Shocking discovery

      My Senior Year at Roosevelt High School

      Summer of 1968

      It was a warm summer afternoon with two hours left in the school day, when to my surprise I got called into the principal’s office. I never get called into his office, mind you. I felt a cool chill climb up my back as I was handed that notice and I held it in my hand, relunctantly. Only the bad kids who are in serious trouble get called into his office. Within the last four years, I’ve never received a notice like this, until now with only two weeks left in my senior school year, it stunned and puzzled me why he would call for me… now. I know I hadn’t do anything wrong. I’m a good student; I always help out my teachers, volunteer around the school and I’m always surrounded by the most studious kids. Yet, I panicked, thinking did Randy get caught and was he forced to reveal who helped him make and hang the principal’s effigy on the school flag post, during the school walk outs, protesting the inequalties of the times; some of my friends were arrested and violently beaten by the police who swormed onto the school grounds in military precision as we marched out of our classrooms and into the streets. It was a chaotic and euphoric experience that altered the future dealings of the district with Latino youth; calling themselves Chicanos.

      When I arrived to his office, it was crowded and busy. I slowly walked up to the front counter, the clerk took my notice and ordered me to sit. I turned around and looked for an empty chair. There were a lot of students already there waiting to see him. I momentarily paused, I thought to myself, now these kids looked like the type that belong here in his office. As I looked around I spotted an empty rusty chair next to the roughest looking bruised up kid at the end of the role. I hesitantly approached it and nervously I sat down onto it; I tried not to look at his bleeding knuckles and his ripped up shirt; fearing for my life. I quietly sat down, my heart pounding, as I desperately tried avoiding any direct eye contact with him; fearing that my presence would provoke him. I was afraid he might attack me at any moment; if I slightly bothered him in any way. A series of distressing and alarming thoughts raced through my mind, as I awaited to learn my fate. Just then Ms. Nichols my 12th grade counselor came

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