Send us a text Last time, we traced how Mexico’s past built the world we see now. The old systems never vanished—they just changed names. Power shifted hands, but the structures stayed the same. This episode picks up in the mid-1980s, when a young man named Adolfo de Jesús Constanzo stepped out of Miami’s shadows and into Mexico City. He wasn’t a priest, but he carried candles, bones, and promises. He called himself El Padrino. From the crowded streets of Zona Rosa to the back rooms where nar...
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Send us a text Last time, we traced how Mexico’s past built the world we see now. The old systems never vanished—they just changed names. Power shifted hands, but the structures stayed the same. This episode picks up in the mid-1980s, when a young man named Adolfo de Jesús Constanzo stepped out of Miami’s shadows and into Mexico City. He wasn’t a priest, but he carried candles, bones, and promises. He called himself El Padrino. From the crowded streets of Zona Rosa to the back rooms where nar...
Send us a text We’re back, turt turt! 🐢 And what better way to kick things off than with a brand-new Turtle Island Talk. In this episode, your hosts Joseph, Gabe, and RedBear catch up, talk trash cookies, Waffle House memories, and dive into some real stories from Native communities across Turtle Island. We’re talking about Canada’s $24 million investment into dementia care that actually centers Indigenous languages and traditions, the powerful mobile vet teams helping rez dogs and their huma...
Nightmares of the Americas: Indigenous Tales
Send us a text Last time, we traced how Mexico’s past built the world we see now. The old systems never vanished—they just changed names. Power shifted hands, but the structures stayed the same. This episode picks up in the mid-1980s, when a young man named Adolfo de Jesús Constanzo stepped out of Miami’s shadows and into Mexico City. He wasn’t a priest, but he carried candles, bones, and promises. He called himself El Padrino. From the crowded streets of Zona Rosa to the back rooms where nar...
