Humming Bird and Hawk.
I heard a bird and I ventured outside, down the steps then up past the small lemon tree now bare of fruit and then more steps up to the small patio and the love seat. I looked up and I saw a hawk, swooping and reeling in the blue sky. I’d heard the name many times, Miguel Gavilan Molina, The Hawk , it was his radio signature at KPFA where we first met and where he worked as a producer on a daily public affairs program. He was deeply imbedded in the American Indian Movement and farm worker’s rights. His father had worked in the fields and taken young Miguel with him. He was Chicano; part Mexican, part Native American and had the high cheekbones and gravitas of Anthony Quinn and his skin was creased and tanned because he loved to work in his garden. Miguel Molina, “ the Hawk” took me under his wing when I arrived in California and here he was flying high above the Eucalyptus trees and the pines over the red tiled roofs in the Oakland Hills and San Francisco Bay off in th...