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While this chapter tells the story of a group of Latina mothers who were trying to make sense of how to raise children in a new community in the United States, it is also my own story as a daughter of Latino immigrant parents from Ecuador—a story of trying to broker between cultures, between my mother’s voice and powerful institutions such as schools and hospitals and between self and collective identity formation within Los Angeles-based multicultural wars. My experiences growing up as a daughter of immigrants are in many ways similar to the experiences of other second-generation or U.S.-born children. For example, like so many language minority children, I served as a language broker or translator for my parents, particularly for my mother. I remember translating at hospitals, banks, grocery stores, and over the phone with real estate agents, telephone companies, police, and classroom teachers. I also grew up watching television in both English and Spanish; I watched Laverne and Shirley and Little House on the Prairie, but also El Noticiero 34 (News on Channel 34) and memorable telenovelas (Spanish-speaking soap operas). I went to theaters in the suburbs of Los Angeles to see Rocky, Jaws, Grease, and other Hollywood hits of the 1970s. But my parents also took us to El Floral drive-in theater in East Los Angeles to see Mexican comedian icon Mario Moreno Cantinflas, among other favorites. The Spanish-language television station offered Latino-focused news, which made me aware of Latin America as a vast part of the northern hemisphere. I also remember vividly the fear I felt at the nightly news of immigration raids in the Los Angeles fabricas, or sweatshops such as the ones in which my father worked. I feared that one day he

Between the Telling and the Told: Latina Mothers Negotiating Education in New Borderlands