10/20/2017 As I read the poetry and short stories of Latin American Women writers, a voice inside my head said, “Just say you are Latin American”.  As I contemplated this it occurred to me that my parents don’t speak latin (or Spanish), and we speak English.  I was born in Illinois.  I have ancestors from many tribes.  I was born on what was formerly Sauk land.  So were my parents.  The Native Americans died.  My dad eats corn tamales. As I read these women’s stories I realized that I never thought white was any more synonymous with purity than black.  If I can not claim a sort of unity with…