Remembering Jorge
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By Belia Mayeno-Choy
Recently,
my sister told me our old friend Jorge had been shot and killed.
I'm Belia Mayeno-Choy with a commentary from Youth Radio.
He was like a big tough cousin to us. He'd intimidate prospective
boyfriends and always tease me about something calling me
a nerd for reading so much, or asking for reassurance that I was
really half Mexican when he saw my pale legs in the summertime.
It was because of Jorge that I started working as a writing mentor
with incarcerated youth. Sometimes, when I'm at the detention center
laughing and trash-talking, I'm reminded of hanging out with Jorge.
Some of the young men sort of resemble him they're young
and old at the same time.
After I found out Jorge was gone, I cried for a long time
and not just because he died in such a violent way. But more than
anything else I know many people will not mourn a Mexican immigrant
with a criminal history.
I cried because there were so many good things inside of him that
some chose not to see.
For Youth Radio, I'm Belia Mayeno-Choy.
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