The fabulous 70s

The 70s were some rough but good years I had lots of fun. The music was disco, rock, and salsa. Puerto Ricans had its first politician run for mayor. His name was Herman badillo. He was from Caguas Puerto Rico and studied at Brooklyn College and City College. Bronx Borough President, I met him when I was about 9 years old. My farther backed him in the election along with many other Puerto Ricans.. Badillo would lose to Abraham Beame, but we made our statement; we were a force to be reckoned with.  We owned bodegas, supermarkets, restaurants, we had our own products. We were even involved with Mafia activities, we were not prejudice towards The American Social Order; but heavily affected by it. . On the other hand poverty was our dilemma we were given the rat traps of Spanish Harlem, and the south Bronx, and If you was lucky like my Dad, an apartment in the housing projects which were not that bad in the beginning, It was our anger and ignorance that turned these one- time tall buildings of decent housing into a ghetto of madness. The drugs, gangs, and violence were the biggest challenge. Racism also got you to the point whereas life was about segregation; stick to your own kind. Every now and then they would be a mix marriage between white, black or Puerto Rican. Let’s face it Puerto Rican, and  Black women are beautiful, so whites didn’t mind breaking the rules. Especially cops working in the barrio always went after our women and us PRs and Blacks would go after theirs. Saturday night fever was the movie of the decade. John Travolta had most people combing their hairs into the famous DA. Hairstyle, and before that, Michael Jackson, had us with Afros. I remember having a big fro; combing your hair back then took some time. It was the gangs that took some of us out of school and turned us into animals. We were like little armies of the night getting high, meeting woman, and rumbling with other gangs. I remember when the Karate movies came out everybody wanted to be Bruce Lee. After a movie, fights would break out and you herd everybody fighting with sound $^#@$@$. Not many of got killed in those days like some of these vicious gangs, and the famous drive by We have today, or over the last 20 years. Every now and then the police would take out some of our people. On a night in the 70s we lost several members from our neighborhood by cops shooting up thier car with 3-4 of them.. I don’t remember the date, but if you are from Bronx River you will remember that day. I lived through the 70s and 80s; however I buried several of my friends and have seen how the daily activities of the ghetto had destroyed these families who had hoped to live better lives. How many mothers buried there sons My mother was one of them, though like myself my brother did live to have a decent life after; liver cancer would come take him away from us in 2003. Not many of us are left but I am glad to have lived it. I believe the reason why I can fight daily life was because of my upbringing in the ghetto. “To all the brothers and sisters who didn’t make it” you will not be forgotten!  “you would be remembered as a warrior who died in battle” A battle put on us by our Government who allowed all this to happen”.

Have a nice day :0)

Tyrone Garcia

The book “ Soap that doesn’t clean” will be out soon

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