I’ve been silent on several issues plaguing the country lately. Largely because I’m a professional journalist and professor now and I have to be wary of what I say out of fear of misrepresenting my objectivity. However, there’s some bullshit out there that I just can’t stand by sometimes and after reading something recently, it got me feeling a type of way and I’m taking to my blog to voice my frustrations.
This blog was initially meant for me to do so in an unfiltered, uncensored fashion but I started taking it too seriously because I started worrying about what might happen. But the way things are going nowadays, it’s hard to pinpoint what is predictable, so fuck it.
There was an article recently featured in the Houston Chronicle, where the author pretty much slams Houston for being “ugly.” I won’t spend too much time on her because I’m sure she meant no harm by it, but her words were still pretty fucked up in my opinion.
Here’s the thing: I don’t live in Houston anymore. I live in San Antonio and despite my initial reluctance to leave my friends and family behind, I’ve come to really love this city. However, it doesn’t mean I don’t miss Houston and bitch to others about how much I’d love to move back. Truth of the matter is, San Antonio has offered me more opportunities than Houston did and I will be forever grateful for it. On top of that, I’ve met some incredible people here and made some unforgettable memories.
Regardless, the author makes it painfully obvious how much she abhors this city and despite trying to be polite about the food, there’s no ignoring the comments she makes like how she had an emotional breakdown or even comparing the city to Dallas and Austin, where she lived before. And the part that really got me, was when she pretty much admits, she was mainly in the city for the money.
“Houston was once named the ugliest city in the first world,” she writes. “I knew this before I got here, but I was ready for a new adventure and to actually be able to afford an apartment.”Houston Chronicle
Too bad the money wasn’t enough to make you appreciate the city, when in fact Houston saw a massive migration because of its economic prosperity. In other words, people came because they were able to find work and stayed because the cost of living was fair compared to other cities. And the fact that it’s a melting pot of different cultures only adds to what makes Houston so great. She even admits “hands down, the food in Houston is the best in Texas.” You know why? Because you got brown motherfuckers cooking food by brown people.
This is the root to a bigger problem, I think. It seems like we pay less attention to genuine attitude and focus more on experience. I will give credit where credit is due by saying she does have an extensive background in journalism. Hell, I don’t even have a degree in Journalism.
I got into writing because I had a voice and needed to be heard. And I’m fortunate to be surrounded by other journalists who strive to be a voice for the voiceless. I’m blessed to say I’ve gotten to be a voice for several communities but I still find myself censoring my own voice, personally or telling myself to keep quiet because I doubt anyone will listen to me or worse, they’ll tell me to shut the fuck up before I’ve had a chance to even speak up. Writing was/is a therapeutic outlet for me. I’ve been fortunate enough to write about several stories but none that would involve (until now probably) causing someone to feel upset about where they’re from or who they are.
In short, I found the article to be downright insulting. Just like it’s insulting to see officers wear a badge they don’t deserve when there are hardworking ones out there going in every day, being unrecognized. It’s an insult when you see educators that don’t give a fuck about their students, meanwhile the teachers that are striving to come up with lesson plans are overlooked. And most importantly, it’s a slap on the fucking face when you see tone-deaf words being used as slander against a person or entity.
Written on the 27th of March, 2019 at 10:00 p.m.