By Esmeralda Peña
I walk on the sand and slow myself down. I take in the sun at its highest point. One tree humming to another accompanies my steps, softly like the sounds of the tongue's brief skipping from word to word. I recognize the phonemes because they are different, and in this difference a secret grows, a joy and a fear, so deep that occasionally it brushes the sounds far away from my daily walk.
Por Esmeralda Peña
Por Henning Sac
Domingo Choc Che era, Ajq’ij, contador del tiempo, esposo, padre, abuelo, hermano, guía, consejero y científico. Fue asesinado por un grupo de personas que lo acusaron de brujería en la Comunidad Chimay, del municipio de San Luis, Petén. Lo amarraron, lo golpearon, lo rociaron con gasolina y le prendieron fuego. Así terminó su vida.
By Milena Rodríguez
By Karen Recarte
Por Karen Recarte
By Rodrigo Medina
I am not like the other Gunadule. I mean I seem like the others as described in Spanish chronicles: aquiline nose, broad back, short in stature, abundant and black hair, rebellious spirit and with an insatiable desire to support my people. But I do not speak Dulegaya. I grew up in Panama City and from the time I was old enough to be aware until two years ago, I didn't know I was Gunadule.
By Jhonatan Marlon Noé Sotz
Land Acknowledgement
We acknowledge that we are headquartered on Massachusett land, in Cambridge, MA, and we thank the past, current, and future Indigenous stewards of this territory.
