the International Hotel

INTERNATIONAL HOTEL NIGHT 1978 by Rachael Romero

When I look at this poster 30 years after I carved it, I can hear Etta Moon make one of her knowing observations and smothering it with effusive giggles. And I see Mama Helena in her long muumuu serving slices carved from a whole pig onto paper plates for Mr.Yip, a stowaway from China who became a retired merchant marine , continuing to rise at 4am every morning to do Tai Chi. Manongs of the International Hotel like Tex had worked on ships or in the fields for forty years. Forbidden to marry here, the International Hotel served as their home base, a place where they could hear Pilipino or Chinese music, catch up with each other and eat familiar food. When an overseas corporation wanted the tenants evicted and the hotel torn down, that dignified man you see in the front of the poster became the most outspoken of the tenants, rallying crowds that grew to 10,000 people over a decade. “My people” Felix would begin his stirring oratory, articulating a yearning for freedom and justice that continues to give voice to countless others used and discarded in this country’s ruthless pursuit of wealth.

All of this was celebrated that night in 1978, more than a year after the brutal 4am I-hotel eviction. Those ordinary people came together in an extraordinary way, leaving us an enduring legacy of courage, camaraderie and love. I am grateful to have been a part.