What better way to start off TheTulsanBlog than by dumping on some nice folks? I cannot think of any, so here is my fart in the elevator: Dia De los Muertos as conceived by LivingArts.org is as close to authentico as soul food at KFC. While the altars were obviously created with love and adoration for the departed, the event itself boiled down to another self-serving reason to exploit an aboriginal culture and to party down. The most prominent Latinos were serving food, with one heart-breaking exception: a Hispanic woman sitting by the taco trailer breastfeeding her blanket-covered baby; the band played a Santana cover while beer-cup holding hipsters shuffled by her blank stare and silent to-and-fro. La cultura es muerto.
