I am my Ancestors Story

I am my Ancestors story. They call me Kilohana Lapu-Lapu Quetzalcoatl. I am the King of the Philippines and the Aztec God of Wind and Knowledge. On  Monday, June 22 2015 at 2:37PM in the city of Pasadena, California the Ancestors gave me life and story. They told me to be free, strong and caring. They told me to live kindly and righteously. They told me that I would meet the ones on this earth that would love, nurture and help sustain the strength that the Ancestors gave me. They told me that I wold meet people and encounter situations that would require extreme forms of love, patience and dignity. They told me that I would use the strength I exhibited on April 26, 1521 in the Battle of Mactan—I HELPED FREE MY PEOPLE FROM CONQUEST. They told me that I will use my WISDOM to free myself, my people and this world from the power of white supremacy. They told me—I listened and that is why I am my Ancestors story.

I am my Ancestors story. They call me the Monarch Butterfly and I was birthed in Michoacán, Mexico. On Monday, June 22, 2015 in the city of Pasadena, California the Ancestors gave me life and story. They told me that my wings would help me soar above earth to see how my people live. They told me that my flight represents the story of Ganas and excellence of Jose Ochoa-Sanchez, born September 16, 1937 who landed in Boyle Heights, California. They told me that I will stand tall, be firm in my handshake that signifies commitment and trust. They told me—I listened and that is why I am my Ancestors story.

I am my Ancestors story. They call me the quiet one from Calumpit, Bulacan in the Philippines. On Monday, June 22, 2015 in the city of Pasadena, California the Ancestors gave me life and story. They told me that my quiet spirit would help me listen to the needs of my people. They told me that as a young girl and the oldest of my siblings, I helped my parents figure things out and eventually make my way to Fremont, California. They told me that upon my arrival in AmeriKKKa, I had to assimilate and try to fit in to the AmeriKKKan way of being. This meant my voice was quiet—but I was listening. This meant that no matter what I faced, I quietly made plans for my survival. They told me that the story of Nilda Cruz-Cruz, born June 13, 1951, who assimilated to some form of whiteness and self-hate was also the womyn who would use her story to assure that I never felt forced to be anything but me—Kilohana Lapu-Lapu Quetzalcoatl Ochoa-Oliganga.

I am my Ancestors story. I know that I am my Ancestors hopes and dreams. Ruby Ibarra, Hip-Hop Artist In “Taking Names” tells me that my name is worthy of defense until the end of time because I am my Ancestors story. She raps, “But if they mispronounce my name again, I make em take in every single syllable over again And so never say my name if you thinkin' you never can, 'Cause my name is a part of me and be something I will defend.” Say it with me and my Ancestors—I am Kilohana Lapu-Lapu Quetzalcoatl Ochoa-Oliganga.

In Solidarity,
La Doctora