In my naivety, I described the show as Chicano art, not as an exhibition featuring works from my personal collection of Chicano art. I didn’t have the proper degrees or gravitas to make that claim. I just put my money where my mouth was and wanted to share Chicano art with the world (which I still do). There were a few professors and students who held on the belief that all “Chicano art” is political. Many were aging-hippie Chicano protestors, of which I was really one of them, but without the unpaid student loans.
During the preview opening, I was literally backed into a corner of the exhibition by three large scary braided-armpit-hair Chicanas wearing overalls. They reminded me of my Aunt Bolita, somebody you would never want