Collective Unrest

 

American Patriot

July 25, 2018

This image, to me, represents true freedom, liberty and diversity. Everyone has their version of patriotism; unfortunately a nationalistic version is pending in the current administration. However, I believe that the truest version of an American Patriot is one who questions the status quo and resists.


Mariana Monasi-Mustelin is a San Diego based photographer. She is a queer, Latina immigrant fighting for social justice.

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