Endless Thread - Endless Thread Presents: Anything For Selena

Episode Date: January 19, 2021

Today, we present episode one of Anything for Selena, a new podcast from WBUR and Futuro Studios. Growing up along the US-Mexico border, Maria Garcia felt torn between her two identities as Mexican and American. But then, something changed her life. She discovered Selena — the Mexican-American pop icon who proved she didn’t have to choose. In the premiere episode of “Anything for Selena,” host Maria Garcia explores how Selena helped Maria find her own place in the world. About The Show: In "Anything For Selena," Host Maria Garcia takes listeners on a deeply personal journey into the life and legacy of the Mexican-American popstar Selena Quintanilla. She shares how Selena's music and unapologetic sense of identity helped her find her own place in the world. And it explores how Selena's legacy continues to spark important conversations around race, class, and body politics.

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You're going to have to sing it for me. It sounds like all the other weekend songs, if that makes sense. Okay. And there's this line in the song where he's talking about a woman, and he's like, Angelina, lips like Angelina, Selena, ass-shaped black, Selena. Okay. And there is this whole debate online about whether, the Selena in this line of this song is referring to Selena Gomez, current pop star.

His former girlfriend. Form and former girlfriend. Or Selena Kentonea, Latina Popstar, who died 25 years ago. And a lot of people think it's actually the latter. If we're talking about an ass-shaped like Selena, according to the internets, we're not talking about Selena Gomez. Selena, of course, had a huge impact on culture and music that is still present 25 years later and not just, you know, related to buts, but related to issues of body politics in general

and also identity and what it means to be an American and what it means to belong in America in 2021. Yeah, and we know this because WBUR has been. made a new podcast in partnership with Futuro Studios called Anything for Selena. It's out right now, hosted by WBUR's own Maria Garcia. And we wanted to give you a taste of it because we're obviously still on a break here. So here's the first episode of Anything for Selena. Enjoy. Hey, quick note, there are English and Spanish episodes of Anything for Selena.

This is the English one. If you want to listen in Spanish, go to feed and select a version with the title in Spanish. Produced by the I-Lab

at WBUR, Boston. If I was somehow asked to say only one thing about the place I'm from, it would be that it has this unforgettable smell when it rains. It's slightly floral,

but mostly it's this very specific cool, earthy desert aroma. And there's usually a calm, clear breeze, which carries these concentrated little pockets of fragrance. The smell comes from the creosote bush, a resilient plant that thrives only in this particularly arid landscape. Especially after a thunderstorm,

the creosote bush releases a bunch of these oil compounds into the air, stuff found in citrus, rosemary, pines, and it just smells like the earth exhales. Creoso can live for thousands or tens of thousands of years. It's one of the oldest living things on the planet. And here, this ancient brush grows at the foot of the Franklin Mountains and the valley they nestle below. Cutting through the desert valley is the Rio Grande, dividing two cities and two cities and

two countries. Al Paso, Texas to the north, and Sudat Juarez in Mexico to the south. This story, my story, long before I became a journalist and moved to the East Coast, begins here. I remember seeing El Paso from the hill where Mama Ana lived. This is my brother. He was five when I was born in Sudafjadis, just a few miles from the border. One of his very first memories is looking into the U.S. from Mexico. We could see Uteb, we could see the buildings, the highway. We could see the other side. In Mexico, we lived in a Vesindab, these tenement studio apartments, all connected through the same courtyard.

Something like ten families shared one bathroom, outside. Both of my parents had to quit school by the age of 13 to help their families. The other side of the border looked like it could afford my brother and I the life our parents couldn't have. When I was three, my dad landed a minimum wage factory job in the States. So we moved across the border to a refurbished trailer in the most rural outskirts of El Paso County. The land was dry and flat, untouched.

And I remember getting off the car and seeing those huge tumbleweeds. And under there, usually there's snake pits. You know, the snakes. And when we first moved out here, there was always, you know, there was always snakes coming out. One of my earliest memories ever is the smell of krio soap bush here. We were ecstatic as a family. You know, we loved the trailer. We still went to Juarez every weekend.

There was always a cousin's birthday party or a baby shower or an anniversary in Mexico. We made home videos at these big. family parties, a bunch of kids speaking spanglish and staying up way late. I remember what is always being loud, like fun loud. We danced into the early morning hours at either of my grandmother's houses, a brood of cousins eating street tacos glistening in the dark amber of the Mexican street lamps. This was my early life, Mexico on the weekend, the states during the week, and soon I started school.

On the first day of first grade, my teacher called me Mary. My actual name is Maria Elena, a name passed down for my grandmother. My mom says no one ever asked her if changing my name from Maria Elena to Mary was okay. She just kind of found out in an open house. When my teacher started talking about Mary, me says, La Maestra, Usts, the mama of Mary. And she was like, who's that? It didn't really even occur to my mom to object.

She didn't speak English. We were undocumented. So she was like, okay, I guess they'll call her Mary. Pense for the into and they put Mary and my daughter. Well, it's fine. My name soon became a source of ridicule. Whenever a substitute teacher said my real name, Maria, kids would say, Ew, a Mexican name. I remember what it felt like as shame took form inside of me.

In the third grade, a classmate found some paperwork in the school office that said I was born in Juarez. He confronted me like I was hoarding a shameful secret and he'd found me out. I panicked. I said there must have been a mistake. This kid who confronted me, he was white, the son of a wealthy farmer who employed seasonal Mexican workers, kids like him were at the top of the elementary school hierarchy. Opposite were the kids of the Mexican farm workers. My school was predominantly Latino, but the pecking order rewarded only the most assimilated of kids.

These moments of shame, of lying, they feel like some of the oldest wounds in me. But I thought I needed to be Mary. Mary spoke English perfectly. She was American. And I did kind of become Mary. Soon I was more articulate in English. Kids in Mexico called me a bocha, a Mexican-American who debases the culture with our crass,

working-class spanglish. And I felt a rejection, a stigma in both countries. I toggled between Mary and Maria, switching at either side of the border. In both places, it felt like, like the other half of me was missing. Like these two parts of myself were divorced from each other. A gash inside of me separating them.

The border defined me and divided me. And then something changed my life. I saw a completely new way of being. I discovered Selena. I'm Costa Costa, of Frontera, Frontera, Conquistando the Mercado in all the Union American and the Republic Mexican. With you, from you, from the city of Corpus Christi, Salina!

I know I had heard her music before and been vaguely aware of her, but I specifically remember the first time I really saw Selena on TV. I must have been about seven. She had this cascade of black hair, red, lips, brown skin. She sang like she felt every single word of her songs, like the music was emanating from her body. People just loved her.

I loved her. She usually wore these skin-tight pants or a miniskirt with an embellished bra or boostie, sometimes peeking out from a leather jacket or see-through blouse. There were a lot of rhinestones and hoop earrings. And she was this gifted, exuberant dancer, mastering popular American moves like the Roger Rabbit or the Moonwalk. And then, in a blink of a night, she switched to some elaborate cumbia twirls. No one danced like her. Her charisma spilled off the screen.

Her voice emoted every feeling. every feeling with precision. She'd go from these synthi text Mexcumbias to traditional Mexican rancheras. And then bam, she'd sing a song in English that sounded like something I would hear on my top 40 station with R&B influences. She was this force on stage.

And off stage, she was joyful and humble, like a real person. I remember someone asking her once what she'd do if she wasn't a famous singer. And she was like, I don't know, work at a fast food joint. What do you think you that's doing right? Um, no say, I'm... To seven-year-old me in 1993, it felt nothing short of revolutionary to see a Mexican-American woman with working-class roots, take pride in who she was, and have the world love her for it. To all the fans who support the Hano music, that Viva la Raza, eh? When I discovered her, Salina was in her early 20s and already,

a total star. She'd been singing since she was nine, touring Texas cities. I remember seeing her on TV winning at the Tejano Music Awards. I'd like to thank every one of you who have supported Selena Zinas for many, many years. It's been such a long time since we've been in the music business. I would see her in commercials on Texas TV stations. It's that beat that's coming your way. I remember people constantly.

talking about how she would be a mainstream crossover star once she finished recording an English album she was working on. But to me, she was already a total American pop star. What completely blew my mind was that she had crossed over into Mexico. The Mexico where kids made fun of me for not speaking Spanish perfectly, for not being the type of Mexican that people thought I should be, my home country that sometimes felt like it rejected me. But here was Selena, queen of all pochas, and Mexico loved her. Definitely Mexico has opened the doors, Selena, because not only only Monterey, but also in a republic of Mexican, when I would mess up my Spanish, I felt this pang of

humiliation and panic. But Selena was messing up Spanish all. all the time. And she did it with an open heart. When she sang, Selina, I'm Sallina, and I'm going to visit those to be in the show of Padrism. That's Isaac Rock. When she sang, Selina could pass for a native Spanish speaker, but she didn't really learn to speak Spanish until she was a teenager. Here was Selena saying stuff wrong, translating out loud,

struggling for words in Spanish, and sometimes, English, just like me. It's just like a cute name, like, hi, Buffy, what are you doing, Buffy? You know, like a, like, um, carino, like, uh, Kameenio, no such translation. Like, uh, when, you know, you, hamburger patty. That's sweet talking. Selena switched between Spanish and English, Mexican and American in the public eye. And there were no cruel jokes, no shame in her accent, just adoration.

She declared herself a proud Mexican. To me, it was as if she told Mexico, I don't sound like you, but this heritage is mine to claim too. It's never too. Her identity as a Mexican-American wasn't some novel detail people would find out about her. No, it was central to her presentation as an artist and as a person. She was explicitly Mexican-American. And just the way she looked really made an impression on me.

Growing up on Univision and Mexican programming, all I mostly saw on television were these Mexicans with fair skin and often with blonde hair and light-colored eyes. I remember watching Selena on Mexican shows and thinking, she's more Mexican than the host. Shout out to you if you recognize this telenovela open from your childhood. Selena made cameos as herself on this hugely popular Mexican show, her halting Spanish contrasting the heavily enunciated sound of mostly white Mexicans around her.

So you're you're born in States? Yes, I'm of Corpus Christi. She was just the ones of the Bronco? No, it's the first time that I'm going to be in vivo. Oh, yeah, but I love, Ramiro, really? She was just magnetic, different. And by 1994, when I was nine,

Selena was ascending to Latino royalty. The Grammy goes to live, Selena. She won a Grammy Award for Best Mexican-American Album. for a live record of her music. That night, she wore this sparkly white gown with her black hair in a tall updo, curly wisps framing her glowing face. I also like to thank my band,

Los Dinos, my father, Abraham, my brother, who's a producer of my music, and also my sister. Thank you for all the support. And I also like to thank all the young in my Latin family. Thank you for having faith in me. I love you. Thank you.

She was an international star, filling major stages in Latin America, After a performance in New York City, the New York Times called her the undisputed queen of the fastest growing Latino genre in the country. Well, it's like a dream come true. I mean, there's been a lot of hard work that we put into it, but you know, when you get hard work, you get success. And we've put a lot of years into it 12 years. It felt surreal to see someone like me making it on her own terms. One of ours, those of us in the middle who felt like, we weren't enough, enough to be fully Mexican or fully American.

But Selena was enough in both places. And that meant that maybe I could be enough. At Radio Lab, we love nothing more than nerding out about science, neuroscience, chemistry. But we do also like to get into other kinds of stories, stories about policing or politics. Country music. Hockey. Sex. Of bugs. Regardless of whether we're looking at science or not science, we bring a rigorous curiosity to get you the answers. And hopefully make you see the world anew. Radio Lab. Adventures on the edge of what we think we know. Wherever you get your podcasts. There is something powerful about the sound of the human voice. Beautifully produced audio has the unique power to connect and inspire.

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was shot and killed in Corpus Christi today. I was at home in the trailer, seeing my mom glued to the TV, tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. I'd never seen her cry for someone who wasn't our family. A star faded away today. Tejano Music Queen Selena has been gunned down in Corpus Christi. Family members in Mexico and the states called us, crying, in shock, asking if we were watching the news on TV. Corpus Christi police converged on this motel around 1130 this morning and quickly surrounded a red pickup truck. Inside, the woman suspected of shooting to death, Tejano music star, Selina Quintanilla

Perez. Details poured in. Selina had been shot by the president of her fan club. Her name was Yolanda Salvador. I remember seeing her face on the news and feeling my body fill up with a novel kind of rage. The suspect in the shooting has been holding police at bay for hours sitting in a pickup truck in the parking lot and holding a gun to her head. When my dad came home from work that Friday, we watched the TV together. It got dark. I wept. My mom held me.

The standoff ended. After 10 hours of very intense negotiations, the suspect Yolanda Salivar came out of the truck. I just broke out in tears, and I couldn't believe it, and I still can't believe it. I'm still in chalk. Suddenly, Latinos,

especially working-class Mexican-American people, were everywhere on TV. crying for her on the street, talking about what she meant to them. Fans who did not know her felt as if they did, and their pain reflected the loss of a good friend. And, you know, it hurts. She's a good person. I remember how rare it felt to see so many people like me on TV.

We played her music loud. We mourned her out loud. Maybe we were finally ourselves out loud. I couldn't to become a household name and earlier this year in a most tragic incident she got her wish

I couldn't articulate this at that time I hadn't intellectualized it but I felt it this shift inside of me an urgency to stop succumbing to shame to stop dividing myself in two

Selena didn't hide who she was how could I Since Selena has stayed with me. She's been this constant, almost mythic-like source of inspiration and resilience in my own life. I played her music after many hard days as a reporter along the border in my 20s. I wore a t-shirt with her face on it when I needed some confidence at the fancy East Coast graduate school I went to. I watch her old concerts if I feel out of place in Boston where I'm based out of now. My love for Selena has informed even my current line of work as an arts and culture editor and critic

because I first experienced the power of art and music and symbolism through her. Selena is this way home, this path to my roots, this cornerstone that I come back to when I need to feel grounded, when I need to remember who I am. A quarter century later, Selena's everywhere. Her iconography is ubiquitous. She's on candles and T-shirts and murals. Kim Kardashian dressed up as Selena for Halloween. Beyonce credits Selena as an early example of stardom that inspired her.

The Netflix series about her life hit number one in multiple countries. Selena's clothing is at the Smithsonian. Billboard ranks her as a top female Latin artist of all time. She's also become a loaded symbol, sometimes used for political or social causes. She means so many things to so many people. Selinaigalas was the soundtrack of our lives.

Selena was the first form of representation for me as a Chicana. There was a lot of pride that people took in Selena and in her music. Whether you're Boricua or you're from the Afe or you're from the United States, Her music permeates everywhere. She was an icon that represented Hope. Like, you know, we can all do it because Selena did. And we can pull something from her experience, from her life story, from her music. This podcast, it's not really about Selena's story.

I mean, yes, it is. But really, I'm trying to understand why her impact feels as far reaching today as it did a quarter of a century ago. I want to know what morning, remembering, celebrating Selena means. And after many, many months of immersing myself in her, I've come to realize Selena is like this vessel to understand so many things about race, class, body politics, and finding our place in this country.

I wrote this podcast in El Paso, because this border made me exist in an in-between, an in-between that drew me to Selena in the first place. I spent months in quarantine, thinking about Selena and me here, sometimes after the scarce desert rain. I don't know where this journey will take me, where I'll land, but I know where I start, and I start here, I start at the border. I start at the place that made me.

I start from looking at the world as a frontierisa. I'm Maria Garcia, and this is Anything for Selena, a podcast about belonging from WBUR and Futudo Studios. I have to be honest with you. I was scared at the beginning of this journey. When I got the green light for this project, it was under one condition that I secure something from Selena's family, not just an interview, but something else that at that time seemed

kind of impossible to get. And I knew that to really understand Selena, not as this big icon, but as a real person, I had to go to her father. As a Selena fan all my life, I had complicated feelings about her dad. I'd seen him in the Selena movie, portrayed as a controlling, shouting, possessive father. You listen to me. You all listen to me. If you follow that man, I will disband the group. There will be no more Selena and Los Dinos.

Do you understand me? Do you all understand me? It's over. So if I wanted to make this podcast, I had to go to Abraham Quintanilla. notoriously known for guarding Selena's legacy with an iron fist and ask him for something big. Oh man, Mr. Quintan, I've been dreaming of this moment for a very long time. That's next time on anything for Selena. If you like this episode, join us for an after-party on Instagram Live,

where we'll tell you about the making of the episode, chat with special guests, and have a little drink together. Start your weekend with us every Friday at 8 p.m. Eastern, 5 p.m. Pacific on Instagram. Find us at Selena underscore podcast. Anything for Selena is a co-production of the I-Lap at WBUR, Boston's NPR News Station, and Futuro Studios. I'm your host, Maria Garcia. Our producers are Kristen Torres, Antonia Serejido, and Juan Diego Ramirez. with additional production assistance from Frank Hernandez, Sandra Riaño, and Maria Alexa Kavanaugh.

Mixing and sound design by Paul Vikes. Our editor is Marlon Bishop. Ben Brock Johnson is the executive producer of the I-Lab and contributed production management. Additional editing for this episode by Catherine Brewer and the ever-dissearning Iris Adler, who green-lit this episode. podcast and changed my life. Thank you. Iliana Galvez created the artwork for this series. Find out more about Anything for Selena on Twitter and Instagram at Selena underscore podcast

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