I am a baby boomer, born in Oklahoma City, after WWII, where my father, John, was stationed and actually met my mother, Eleanor, at an USO dance. He was a 7th generation Californian, having descended from one of the founding families of the City of Los Angeles, Jose and Maria Moreno, who arrived by foot in 1781, walking all the way from Rosario, Mexico (New Spain then) and crossing Baja California to Los Angeles.
My father and each of his five brothers were drafted into the armed services during WWII. No one was seriously injured, thankfully, but my grandmother did have an emotional breakdown. Now I can really understand why .…. all six sons in harm’s way. As I have had a brother in the army and more recently two nephews in the military—one completing two tours in Iraq— I have a small idea of what she must have gone through.
My father who was Mexican American and my mother, of Swedish, Irish and English stock, were married before my father left for his station with the Army Air Corps near Calcutta. When he returned, they stayed in Oklahoma until he could move his growing family back to California (a much more favorable place for him, due to the prejudices of the day, despite his status as a war veteran.) A brother, a sister, and I were born in Oklahoma, while the rest were born in the Los Angeles area.
I grew up in a semi-rural area of Pico Rivera, in Eastern Los Angeles County. We had chickens and even a cow at one time. Families near us had horses, goats, and other livestock. We lived very near the junction of the Rio Hondo and San Gabriel Rivers. Our playgrounds were the rivers and the wetlands where we spent most of our summers, exploring and playing. I have a deep love of nature, which developed during that time. We were very poor, although my father worked very hard to support us seven kids. Schools were good then, so despite our working class poverty, I received a solid education and was able to get a scholarship to the University of San Francisco. I returned to Southern California, and attended California State University, Los Angeles, and then Loyola Law School.
Growing up in an area not too different from Oxnard’s Colonia, I saw a lot of injustice, which I recognized instinctively. I did not imagine that I could become a lawyer because it seemed to be a profession completely out of reach for me as a woman and as a relatively low-income person. However, I was in the right place at the right time—the late 60’s. The civil rights movement brought changes to our nation as did the farm workers’ movement and the anti-war movement that soon followed. I marched, picketed, and helped the grape boycott all over Los Angeles when I was a student and my sympathies are still with these movements.
When an opportunity arose to apply to law school, I did, was accepted, did well, passed the California bar exam on the first attempt and became a legal aid attorney. I found myself helping people like my own family with problems similar to those that we had experienced. It was a career that has lasted more than 30 years. In 1978 I came to work at the Legal Aid Association of Ventura County, which expanded to Santa Barbara County, and became Channel Counties Legal Services Association where I was director for 16 years, from 1982 to 1998. My colleagues and I dealt with cases involving the lack of affordable housing, due process in getting Social Security and other government benefits, discrimination in employment, consumer rights, educational equity, rights of farm workers, rights of parents, and the right to equal access to the courts.
I continued to do this work as the Coordinator of the Self Help Legal Access Center that the Superior Court set up in the Colonia in Oxnard, the first of its kind in California, serving the needs of unrepresented people, who are primarily Spanish Speaking. After nine years, I was able to retire, to get back into full time advocacy for the things that will make our Oxnard, our region and the world a better place. I went to work for CAUSE from 2007 until this past June when the funding for my position dwindled. Now as a volunteer, I continue to work on those policy issues of importance to us all. Most importantly, I am working with many of you on promoting a prosperous, clean and healthy Oxnard, a complete clean-up of the Halaco super fund site, a restoration of Ormond Beach Wetlands, immigration reform, health care reform, and the capacity of everyone to impact the decisions which will affect their lives and those of their children and grandchildren. I am single but have 11 nieces and nephews, one great-nephew, and two-great nieces whom I spoil every chance I get. I am inspired by their young lives to work for a better future for them.
I’ve been a member of the GOOD club for many years because it offers the opportunity to express our opinions, have a civil debate, work together for change in our government and to engage our fellow citizens to work for a better tomorrow for future generations by getting involved in the political and electoral process.
Carmen Ramirez