Mexican hands are for farm labor.

Fred Rocha,
Huntington Beach, CA

Those are the words my parents were told by their counselors in Los Angeles high schools back in the 1940s. All they wanted to do was pursue their interest in Engineering. Instead they were told to go work in the fields. They took the anger they felt and made it their mission to push their children to maximize every educational opportunity given us and reach out with our Mexican hands to lift others up.

#Educause2018


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