| With the Name of the Warrior Rapper Yaoh finds his future in his past by Gustavo Arellano |
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| There�s an unremarkable little office space in a nondescript industrial park off an even more nondescript back street in Tustin, looks like home to someone�s struggling income-tax firm, or an after-hours chapter of Alcoholics Anonymous but, instead, belongs to a 24-year-old rapper named Yaoh, and thanks to his careful administration, this unremarkable little office space is the center of Orange County�s Chicano punk movement. Yaoh was born in 1978 on the eve of a Salvadoran civil war that wouldn�t end until 1989, leaving tens of thousands dead and the country in ruins. But his story begins where the story of Orange County�s Chicano punk movement really begins, sometime after the leveling of the Aztec empire in 1519. The Spaniards set their swords upon Cuzcatlan�a place they�d later, ironically christen El Salvador, "the Savior"�and forced Natives from the Valley of Mexico to battle Cuzcatlan�s inhabitants. After the successful subjugation, these kidnapped mercenaries intermixed with the locals, settling in the capital city of San Salvador in a section now known as "Barrio de los Mexicanos: the ghetto of Mexicans". |
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This is where Yaoh was born. And this is where a primordial tradition of resistance was born as well: during Yaoh�s childhood, the colonia hosted some of the fiercest battles of the Salvadoran civil war. "You couldn�t live there after a while," he recalls, his always-serious eyes now squirming in remembrance. "People were always disappearing with no explanation. And if you didn�t join either the government or the rebels, you�d probably be dead." He remembers as a child seeing corpses rotting on the street, remembers right-wing death squads storming houses and demanding payoffs from frightened villagers. But mostly, Yaoh remembers the hiding. The Salvadoran military became notorious for kidnapping children to enlist in the war�much as the Spaniards had done 450 years earlier�and whenever the military came to Yaoh�s village, someone would signal the parents to hide their children. "Everyone would go to a store," he says�no bigger than the office where we�re talking today, he adds. "And they�d stuff us in a hidden cabinet like sardines. I was confused at the time, but I knew that if I didn�t do what I was told . . ." Yaoh concludes abruptly, "You had to do it." * * * |
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