Frank P. Barajas
California State University Channel Islands
March 26, 2026
A Requiem for Rudy:
A Ventura County Perspective
“Call Rudy. (123) 456-0911. Mary B.”
Circa 2003, I found this note in my campus mailbox at California State University Channel Islands (CSUCI). Mary B. was a family therapist, former Oxnard school board official, and an alumna, almost certainly in Chicano Studies, of San Fernando Valley State College (SFVSC) before it was renamed California State University at Northridge (CSUN).
The year before, Maria De La Luz, a colleague in the advising department at my campus, forwarded me and Lillian, a Chicana faculty camarada, a June 5, 2002, email from Dr. Rodolfo “Rudy” F. Acuña—with the subject heading California State University Channel Islands—originally sent to non-profit, private, and public Ventura County employees and managers in education, defense, healthcare, and law enforcement. Many people copied in the missive were Chicana/o Movement products of the 1960s and ’70s, a good number CSUN-Chicana/o Studies alumni like Mary B., for whom el movimiento never ended.
Rudy’s email expressed concern that CSUCI would not serve the needs of Latino students with Educational Opportunity Program (EOP) support and a representative contingent of tenure-track Chicana/o faculty to advocate on their behalf in the creation of the new campus. For this to happen, the startup university needed to be pressured as had been the case at CSU San Marcos. He admonished Chicana/o communities in Ventura County, especially his former students, to be vigilant as Luis Caldera, CSU Vice Chancellor for University Advancement, characterized them as complacent “Hispanics.” Ouch!
For many of his adherents, the email was like a fire bell in the night. An Educational Opportunity Program and Services coordinator at Oxnard College, expressed to me that the dispatch was a swiping to the faces of Rudy’s former students and friends to wake up and pay attention to what was happening in their community.
Rudy, with his close colleague, comrade in arms, and friend, Jorge, spoke at a downtown Oxnard venue named after him by Armando, a SFVSC-Chicana/o Studies loyalist: the Dr. Rodolfo F. Acuña Art Gallery and Cultura Center, Café on A. Topics of discussion were CSUCI, students in its service area, and the university’s political-economic significance in relation to the Chicana/o community. Groups from the cities of Ventura, Simi Valley, Santa Paula, Oxnard, Camarillo, Thousand Oaks, Port Hueneme, and other places in the county kept a close watch on CSUCI’s trajectory. Organizations included but were not limited to the: Latino Town Hall of Santa Paula, League of United Latin American Citizens (LULAC) of Ventura County, El Concilio del Condado de Ventura, Future Leaders of America (FLA), Central Coast Alliance United for a Sustainable Economy (CAUSE), and the Cabrillo Economic Development Corporation (CEDC). The provenance of these orgs and the people who founded them stemmed from el movimiento and ties to the Chicana/o Studies department at CSUN, especially Rudy.
After I received Mary B.’s note, I called Rudy. He was gracious. We talked over the phone several times as he helped me in my transition from teaching at a community college to a university. He knew both systems as his first tenure-track gig in academe was at Los Angeles Pierce College before his full-time appointment at SFVSC in1969, one year after ethnic Mexican high school and middle school students walked out of East LA campuses in their demand of a culturally relevant education, college opportunities, culturally competent teachers that would serve them, and to be treated with dignity—no more punishments of humiliation (wearing dunce hats in classroom corners and mouths filled with soap and paste for speaking Spanish). Rudy often expressed in his writings that it was students who presented him with the opportunity to be a university professor. Consequently, his allegiance was to them.
Since my return to Ventura County in 2001, I’ve come to befriend Rudy’s disciples. For them, he was much more than their profe; he was their mentor, advocate, defender, loco parentis. Rudy took his students to conferences and demonstrations. He taught them to be activists and championed their interests and pursuits. Like so many Chicana/o faculty, his office was a sanctuary for students to visit and just be. In the early years of el movimiento, a place to hang out with elders of your tribe was vital, as only a handful of ethnic Mexicans attended universities. From his conversations with them, Rudy acquired intel on how his university served not only Chicana and Chicanos but all students, particularly first gens.
About five years ago, in the year 2021, the former president of CSUN visited my campus in her mentorship of a new dean while I was chair of the History department and Chicana/o Studies. Jolene had climbed the ranks of faculty and administrators of her campus; she also served as interim chancellor of the CSU system. As we talked, I mentioned my connection to CSUN’s Chicana/o Studies department and Rudy. She then warmly recounted how she witnessed Rudy’s fierce commitment to students. When students required support, he was there for them. She reminisced how Rudy opened his family’s home to a student in distress and requiring shelter. She also spoke of his monetary generosity for students and their causes.
Rudy was tough but also a softy, especially for his students.
At Chicana/o Studies conferences, symposia, and community events, I met people over time who knew or were students of Rudy. One person’s father knew him as a fellow academic on the rise during the heat of el movimiento. Ron recalled the lively parties of gente in the San Fernando Valley. One student shared how Rudy paid particular attention to him as a highly-at-risk youth. Rudy mentored Roberto and picked him up at his home to go to conferences and events. For Roberto, now a community college professor, Chicana/o Studies and Rudy saved his life. This is why Rudy was a champion of Chicana/o Studies; this area of study not only had the power to transform people to be agents of their own destiny, but it also saved lives, just as sports and the arts positively impacted others. Chicana/o Studies made people feel proud of themselves and their community. And when this happened, they had the chance to become the doctors, lawyers, civil servants, educators, and scientists that many became. For Rudy and his students, like Diana from Santa Paula, and who is a member of SFVSC’s first class of Chicana/o Studies graduates, there were no throwaways.
Rudy’s commitment went beyond the San Fernando Valley, as many of his students commuted from Ventura County communities. These Chicana and Chicano students were of a different sort, however, as they came from cities, towns, barrios, campos, and mixed environs that were simultaneously rural and urban, rurban, if you will. Fillmore was much different from Oxnard, and Oxnard existed in stark contrast to Thousand Oaks. With the City of Ventura, perhaps, interstice.
In 1970, the Chicana/o community of Oxnard sued in federal court the Oxnard Elementary School District (OESD) for the unconstitutional racial segregation of Black and Brown students. In 1971, Judge Harry Pregerson found the OESD in violation of the Fourteenth Amendment and issued a summary judgement ordering the district to desegregate via cross-town busing, diversify its staff, and deliver a culturally relevant education to its students. This entailed the integration of an ethnic studies curriculum so that students saw themselves and their community in the subjects they studied. To adhere to the court order, OESD administrators, at the behest of Rachel Murguia Wong, a newly elected school board member, reached out to Rudy to provide in-service training to district employees. Although she was married with children, lived in north Oxnard, and already had a UCLA degree, Rachel enrolled at SFVSC to earn a Chicano Studies degree. It was at CSUN that she came to know Rudy and benefit from his mentorship.
As the district balked that it could not locate qualified ethnic Mexican teachers, Rachel, Rudy, and Jorge devised and implemented a program to home grow the needed educators for the OESD and other districts in Los Angeles County. It was called OPERATION CHICANO TEACHER (OCT). The program screened and trained SFVSC students to teach with pay as they earned their credentials. For working-class students this was huge. A critical mass of SFVSC Chicana and Chicano students were pipelined into the OESD. Many ultimately became school principals, district administrators, and professors of education. After their retirement, some created non-profit cultural centers in the barrios of Ventura County, the Inlakech Cultural Center, founded by Javier (aka Mr. G) an OCT product of the early 1970s, being one of them. Today, almost at every cultural celebration, UFW march, or protest you will find Inlakech’s youth Mariachi group performing with pride as they re-instilled this emotion to its audiences.
When there was a labor strike in the citrus orchards and strawberry fields of Ventura County during the1970s, Rudy organized SFVSC students to join the picket lines as Chicana/o Studies was not just an academic endeavor. It was a praxis grounded in community. He was also at the Chicano Moratorium on August 29, 1970, when Los Angeles County sheriff deputies and police stormed peaceful participants—mothers and fathers, children, and the elderly—wantonly swinging batons and firing tear gas. As Rudy attempted to deescalate a situation between his students and law enforcement, he found himself assaulted by the police and forced into the SFVSC bus with his colleagues and undergraduates while the police ignited a tear gas cannister in the vehicle and barricaded its door. The police also harassed Rudy and his students on their way to a meeting by pulling them over, searching them, and detaining them for hours. This treatment by law enforcement brought to life what they had studied in the classroom about the Texas Rangers, LAPD violence, and data presented in the Armando Morales’ 1972 classic Ando Sangrando/I Am Bleeding: A Study in Mexican American-Police Conflict.
When the MEChAs of Moorpark College and Ventura College reached out to Rudy to be a speaker for Cinco de May, Mexican Independence Day, or on a topic of controversy of the day, he was there. Rudy even participated in campus sit-ins with students and got arrested with them. In his eighties, he spoke at CSU Channel Islands in 2015 when MEChA de CI invited him to speak on his latest book at the time The Making of Chicano Studies: In the Trenches of Academe (2011). A room with sixty seats was jammed pack with people standing and sitting on the floor. A librarian mentioned the fire marshal as the room was filled beyond capacity. Half of the people in attendance were former students and friends of Rudy. The audience hung on his every word, especially those who listened to the Chicano Studies legend for the first time.
In the sense of Antonio Gramsci, Rudy was an organic intellectual of los de abajo, born and raised in a much more multicultural East Los Angeles, than today, with a mix of ethnic Mexicans, Blacks, Jews, and Asian residents. His parents were immigrants from Sonora and Jalisco. Consequently, he was a Mexican, an American—a Chicano all at once. As a US Army veteran, he experienced the virulence of US racism. NO DOGS NEGROES MEXICANS. The nation’s white supremacy informed his expertise as a teacher and academic. No matter the venue, he did not freight his messages with academic speak. Students related to his lectures because they held similar stories of their own or had listened to the oral testimonials of their families. In many ways, ethnic Mexicans who lived in the communities of Sunland, Sun Valley, Oxnard, Pacoima, Moorpark, etc., experienced the racial subordination portrayed in the 1956 movie GIANT. Maria T., a SFVSC Chicana/o Studies alumna of the early 1970s, and a retired public health administrator in Ventura County, who grew up in the City of Sunland stated to me that “Racism…It was blatant, and in your face” back then. Chicana/o Studies, Rudy, and his faculty colleagues taught her and her peers to be proud of being Mexican and to fight back, que no se dejen.
He was also a role model. Cognizant of his own myth, Rudy exemplified an impudently defiant resistance to a society that loved Mexican food but hated the Mexican. He calculated when to be a Chicano Studies Malcom X professor that complemented more amenable Mexican Americans with a politics of respectability mien when they jointly engaged the racist white power structure. Rudy knew that students needed to see Chicanas and Chicanos tell “The Man” where to go so they would be empowered to do the same when they left the cloistered halls of academe. Liars, especially administrators, must be called out as liars publicly when they told mentiras. Rudy made speaking truth to power with moxie a learning objective.
At CSUCI, Rudy’s legacy lives in its Chicana/o Studies department. He and his colleague, Jorge, shared course outlines and syllabi for me to consider in the creation of Chicana/o Studies courses at my campus. He, his CSUN ChS colleagues, and students, Jose and Louie M., collectively trekked to Camarillo for a meeting to imagine a CSUCI Chicana/o Studies degree program. Their presence was both practical and a political movida. When the university decided to replace the B.A. in Chicana/o Studies on its Academic Master Plan with a milquetoast Multicultural degree, Chicana/o Studies alumni and supporters rallied and successfully demanded its reinstatement. Jose M., one of Rudy’s protégé students, collected hundreds of signatures from around the country in a petition and presented it to the CSUCI leadership at an academic senate meeting. If it were not for Rudy’s influence in Ventura County by way of his extensive network of students and fans, there would not be a Chicana/o Studies program today at CSUCI. And there would not be a: ¡Si Se Pudo! commencement, Raza College Day, the Michele Serros Learning Community, Latina/o Santa Rosa Island Retreats, and other Chicana/o related programming.
Up to the point when he still could, Rudy wrote and wrote. He conveyed to his readers and students the imperative that Chicanas/os write their own stories. Narratives are algorithms that empower people to achieve their liberation and self-determine their own destiny. If we did not write our own stories, others would and control us.
¡Dr. Rodolfo “Rudy” F. Acuña presente! Rest in power.
B. May 18, 1932-D. March 23, 2026
C/S
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Any Sunday, a la e-mountain biking, pt I
Any Sunday, a la e-mountain biking, pt I
Well, it’s been a while since I posted on social media my last e-mountain bike adventure of Sunday, December 7, 2025--#19. Number 20 was a solo ride on Thursday, December 18, through Sycamore Canyon to the Guadalasca Trail and downward to Backbone; during unaccompanied rides, I’m alone with my reflections and relationship to Mother Earth. That Sunday, December 21, Dan, Javier, Ralph (The San Fernando High Tigers alums), Joe, and I rode the Bulldog Trail for e-mountain bike adventure #21 that starts on Mulholland Drive in Calabasas and passes through the defunct MASH filming site; a short hike from there will get you to the helicopter landing that is part of the series’ opening credits. While walking across a waste-deep creek over an unsteady plank, one of us fell into the water. Luckily, the e-mountain bike was kept on the board. It being submerged would have been bad news for the bike’s electric motor. For a few miles, the wind made the ride chilly. On the way back to Dan’s truck, parked on the side of the road of Mulholland, we must be vigilant crossing the road as high-performance motorcyclists and big-bucks sports cars (Ferraris, Porsches, Lamborghinis, Maseratis, McLarens, and others) noisily race by. There is a good chance of being hit by one of these crazies if you’re not trucha.
The following Sunday, on December 28, for e-mountain bike adventure #22, we—Dan, Javier, Ralph, and I—beat just barely the forecasted atmospheric river while riding the Los Robles Trail in Thousand Oaks. We caught light rain later in the ride as we slipped and slid when our tires lost traction. Then, the Wednesday before the New Year, Wednesday, December 31st, Dan, Javier, and I (btw, for me, being retired is nice), we rode the Albertson Motorway/Fire Road to the Norwegian Trail for e-mountain bike adventure #23. The prior storm felled good-sized tree limbs onto the trails, forcing us to maneuver through them. This trail also has two huge boulders that make us tip-toe our bikes between then to avoid damaging our handlebars.
No ride occurred on the Sunday after New Year's. But Dan, Javier, and I returned to the Albertson Motorway/Fire Road to the Norwegian Trail for e-mountain bike adventure #24 this past Sunday, January 11. This time, we were more prepared as Dan (aka Dan the Man That Can) carried within his bike-rider's backpack filled with tools and first-aid items, a Stihl PS 10 folding saw. So, when our path was blocked at the same place as last time with more fallen branches, we took turns sawing our way through. While dumping a large bough over an embankment, I fell backward just as Dan said, “Watch your step. Don’t fall.” As I lay on my espalda, I worried about my right knee ligaments as my lower leg got trapped underneath my hamstring. With my leg straightened out and facing downward, brothers Dan and Javier pulled me out after they lifted the branch off. Thanks, guys. Dan supervising my sawing a branch
I enjoy our e-mountain bike adventures as I’m physically and mentally challenged by them. As a former athlete, I love pushing myself cardio vascularly up to my lungs burning and feeling nauseated after stopping. Maybe I’m subconsciously attempting to experience a runner's high that I enjoyed once in a blue moon when I ran as part of my folk-style wrestling training days at Oxnard High, Moorpark College, and Fresno State. Kinda weird and not so smart, especially now that I’m over sixty. The mental component involves quick thinking when facing terrain obstacles (rocks of all sizes, deep ruts, tight switchbacks with immediate climbs), coordination, and keen judgement in relation to breaking the front and rear tire just right to avoid flipping over, repositioning my seating going up and down narrow and rocky inclines, and shifting gears while manipulating the electric-motor assist.
Some of you may think, as I first did: “E-bikes do the work for you. So, how is it exercise?” E-mountain bikes are designed only to assist you on your ride, not a full load of energy to move forward. Studies have found that e-mountain bikers get from 90-92% of the workout that a person on an analog/regular/non-assist mountain bike. The assist is particularly helpful when facing sharp, prolonged slopes like the ones on Albertsons to avoid looking like Jesus bearing the cross. During a ninety-minute ride, I have burned close to nine hundred calories. This kind of exercise, regular walking, and at least one weekly visit to the gym keeps my blood pressure in the normal range with a resting heart rate at 55...and med-free. Trying to eat right (no easy feat as I love sweets) and cutting way back on my alcohol consumption helps a bunch, too.
Not bad for a sixty-two-year-old. Knock on wood. I need to cherish and take advantage of this level of physicality as long as I can. Because once it's gone, it's gone. And it will disappear be one day.
In closing, my favorite prima, Armida, among a great bunch of cousins, has been reading my my e-mountain bike adventure social media posts. Hence, she thoughtfully gifted me this Christmas an awesome water-resistant mountain bike backpack. It has nifty components and compartments: a water bladder, pockets for snacks, and accessories for electronic gear. If I ever get lost on a solo ride, I will be prepared. Thank you, Armida! Me sporting my new mountain bike back pack
Final point: Notice in the accompanying pics my Chicano-styled riding shirts. I’ve had these camisas in my closet for years, largely unused. Now I wear one for each ride to let brother and sister gueros know—-and they are 99% gringos on the trails—-that Chicanos and other ethnic Mexicans can enjoy the great outdoors, too! C/S
fpb
Well, it’s been a while since I posted on social media my last e-mountain bike adventure of Sunday, December 7, 2025--#19. Number 20 was a solo ride on Thursday, December 18, through Sycamore Canyon to the Guadalasca Trail and downward to Backbone; during unaccompanied rides, I’m alone with my reflections and relationship to Mother Earth. That Sunday, December 21, Dan, Javier, Ralph (The San Fernando High Tigers alums), Joe, and I rode the Bulldog Trail for e-mountain bike adventure #21 that starts on Mulholland Drive in Calabasas and passes through the defunct MASH filming site; a short hike from there will get you to the helicopter landing that is part of the series’ opening credits. While walking across a waste-deep creek over an unsteady plank, one of us fell into the water. Luckily, the e-mountain bike was kept on the board. It being submerged would have been bad news for the bike’s electric motor. For a few miles, the wind made the ride chilly. On the way back to Dan’s truck, parked on the side of the road of Mulholland, we must be vigilant crossing the road as high-performance motorcyclists and big-bucks sports cars (Ferraris, Porsches, Lamborghinis, Maseratis, McLarens, and others) noisily race by. There is a good chance of being hit by one of these crazies if you’re not trucha.
L-F: Javier, Dan (aka Dan the Man that Can), Joe, and Ralph
The following Sunday, on December 28, for e-mountain bike adventure #22, we—Dan, Javier, Ralph, and I—beat just barely the forecasted atmospheric river while riding the Los Robles Trail in Thousand Oaks. We caught light rain later in the ride as we slipped and slid when our tires lost traction. Then, the Wednesday before the New Year, Wednesday, December 31st, Dan, Javier, and I (btw, for me, being retired is nice), we rode the Albertson Motorway/Fire Road to the Norwegian Trail for e-mountain bike adventure #23. The prior storm felled good-sized tree limbs onto the trails, forcing us to maneuver through them. This trail also has two huge boulders that make us tip-toe our bikes between then to avoid damaging our handlebars.
No ride occurred on the Sunday after New Year's. But Dan, Javier, and I returned to the Albertson Motorway/Fire Road to the Norwegian Trail for e-mountain bike adventure #24 this past Sunday, January 11. This time, we were more prepared as Dan (aka Dan the Man That Can) carried within his bike-rider's backpack filled with tools and first-aid items, a Stihl PS 10 folding saw. So, when our path was blocked at the same place as last time with more fallen branches, we took turns sawing our way through. While dumping a large bough over an embankment, I fell backward just as Dan said, “Watch your step. Don’t fall.” As I lay on my espalda, I worried about my right knee ligaments as my lower leg got trapped underneath my hamstring. With my leg straightened out and facing downward, brothers Dan and Javier pulled me out after they lifted the branch off. Thanks, guys. Dan supervising my sawing a branch
I enjoy our e-mountain bike adventures as I’m physically and mentally challenged by them. As a former athlete, I love pushing myself cardio vascularly up to my lungs burning and feeling nauseated after stopping. Maybe I’m subconsciously attempting to experience a runner's high that I enjoyed once in a blue moon when I ran as part of my folk-style wrestling training days at Oxnard High, Moorpark College, and Fresno State. Kinda weird and not so smart, especially now that I’m over sixty. The mental component involves quick thinking when facing terrain obstacles (rocks of all sizes, deep ruts, tight switchbacks with immediate climbs), coordination, and keen judgement in relation to breaking the front and rear tire just right to avoid flipping over, repositioning my seating going up and down narrow and rocky inclines, and shifting gears while manipulating the electric-motor assist.
Some of you may think, as I first did: “E-bikes do the work for you. So, how is it exercise?” E-mountain bikes are designed only to assist you on your ride, not a full load of energy to move forward. Studies have found that e-mountain bikers get from 90-92% of the workout that a person on an analog/regular/non-assist mountain bike. The assist is particularly helpful when facing sharp, prolonged slopes like the ones on Albertsons to avoid looking like Jesus bearing the cross. During a ninety-minute ride, I have burned close to nine hundred calories. This kind of exercise, regular walking, and at least one weekly visit to the gym keeps my blood pressure in the normal range with a resting heart rate at 55...and med-free. Trying to eat right (no easy feat as I love sweets) and cutting way back on my alcohol consumption helps a bunch, too.
Not bad for a sixty-two-year-old. Knock on wood. I need to cherish and take advantage of this level of physicality as long as I can. Because once it's gone, it's gone. And it will disappear be one day.
In closing, my favorite prima, Armida, among a great bunch of cousins, has been reading my my e-mountain bike adventure social media posts. Hence, she thoughtfully gifted me this Christmas an awesome water-resistant mountain bike backpack. It has nifty components and compartments: a water bladder, pockets for snacks, and accessories for electronic gear. If I ever get lost on a solo ride, I will be prepared. Thank you, Armida! Me sporting my new mountain bike back pack
Final point: Notice in the accompanying pics my Chicano-styled riding shirts. I’ve had these camisas in my closet for years, largely unused. Now I wear one for each ride to let brother and sister gueros know—-and they are 99% gringos on the trails—-that Chicanos and other ethnic Mexicans can enjoy the great outdoors, too! C/S
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