I grew up kind of wired, I was born in to a Central American family, baby sat by mostly Mexicans, and went to English speaking schools where down the road I would eventually become what is known to some as “White Wash”. My whole life my mom provided every thing for me and my brothers. I was even fortunate to go to a private school were my love for history and English would be enriched. About two years ago one of my close friends recommended a really interesting movie. It was called “Voces Inocentes” by Luis Mandoki(2004) a true story of a boy during the 1980’s war in El Salvador. “Chava” (Carlos Padilla) narrates in detail exactly what happened to him and his friends. It depicts the Salvadorian Soldiers and the “guerrilla” storming into small towns and nearly slaughtering everyone in their paths. As the movie comes to an emotional climax “Chava” must make an enormous decision……to become a government soldier or join the peoples “guerrilla”. On Saturday I so happened to run into this movie once again. We shared the movie with one of our friends whom had not seen it, and with my mother who so happened to be home on this particular day. As the movie presided I noticed my mothers face as I saw how her eyes swelled with tears as the Salvadorian government soldiers apathetically massacred innocent people. It makes me feel thankful that, even though we are not Salvadorian, my mother left all she had in Guatemala to pursue a better life here. So one day I would be able to sit at home and watch a movie that in some places it could be considered band.