I've spent the past 6 months researching the Chicano movement and moratorium marches in the early 1970s in LA. A key event at this time was the death of the Mexican-American journalist Ruben Salazar. The more I read about him, the more I knew that I must read his work: *his* words. While not comprehensive, this book is a significant introduction to not only Salazar, but the working conditions, living conditions and personal lives of Mexican-American communities in Southern California, and especially LA, during the mid-20th century. While the book does include some of his work in Texas and overseas, I focused my main attention on the pieces written about California and Los Angeles. It's unnerving to read these articles and think about the affects of overt racism on a singular group of people who were both indigenous and immigrants at the same time. People whose homeland did not lie far away across the Atlantic ocean, but in many cases just a few miles away, across the California-Mexico border. Some of Salazar's most challenging writing focuses on the definition of the term Mexican-American and the pull of cultures that caused so many people to feel that they were neither one nor the other. Salazar's columns for the LA Times, and his work with KMEX, were integral in helping shape an identity, and it's heartbreaking to realize the far-reaching damage done when he was shot by a sheriff's deputy at the Chicano Moratorium March in August 1970.