Don’t call me Hispanic.  I am not Hispanic.  I have roots in Spain as most of us do, but I have more of the native spirit in me, more of those Peoples that European history has tried to extinguish over the generations!  We are still alive.  Our echo is clear and it defines much of what we are.  We have withstood the colonizations, the genocides, the cultural rape for generations.   Taino, Mayan, Cuna, Azteca, Navajo, God, there are so many that you have encountered without seeing, heard without listening, and touched without knowing.  Latino is such a small word to capture us all, but it does remind us that we are what we have always been, peoples who lived rich lives with rich societies long before the so-called civilized people came to destroy and force us into that unsuccessful assimilation.