The Miners' Lament: A Story of Latina Activists in the Empire Zinc Mine Strike

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Ana Maria strummed the vihuela testing a tune The music and lyrics fit together seamlessly She inhaled deeply and the tears that had been clogging her throat dissolved The swallowtail rose from the cross fluttered in the air and flew away little lighter Ana Maria rose with a sense of purpose She would write a corrido in honor of Mamá For the moment at least the sadness she had been carrying for months felt a 12