17. Back at the Park

In My View:

It’s Friday afternoon and the younger students are out from school. They’re mainly Latino. It’s much louder than when we were here earlier. The grills are being used by the older folks and the smell of charcoal is prevalent. Birds still chirping.

“Why did the chicken cross the road?” says the boy. I’m not sure, but why do the people gravitate towards this space? Maybe because it feels safe. I’m a visitor, but I feel safe.

18. Unidad Park

19. Unidad Park

In My View:

“I’m free!”

Constance is swinging for the first time in years. This is a beautiful moment. I actually feel really happy being here, not only to visit, but to be here with my group members.

A boy yells, “Swing to reach for the sun!” It’s bright outside, and I’m definitely getting tan lines. But yes, maybe the space of Unidad Park allows us to feel like we’re reaching for the sun. It’s hopeful, yet deeply powerful on a reflective level.

20. Group Photo

The Press:

Some Filipinos have memories of family diners at a  Filipino restaurant in the district, working for the community at the center, wedding celebrations at the church or just bringing the kids to see the largest Filipino mural in the United States.

In My Mind:

In the end whether by decree or grassroots, the question remains is it truly a space to call my own?  Only if it is truly “my space”  will it become “ my place.” Did Garcetti’s motion really make it “my space”.  That remains to be seen.