So Marfa is a small town in West Texas.

It's been known since the 70s as an artist colony

and became a destination for tourists from the cities and the coasts.

But like most American cities, it also has a history of racism and segregation.

The train tracks literally separate the two sides of Marfa.

The north side, which is where the white people lived, is all surrounding the main street,

and the south side is where the Latinos lived.

On that south side of Marfa, there's this old school.

It's a school where teachers once paddled Latino students for speaking Spanish.

Now, some of those same students, grandparents and retirees in their 80s, are working to save that long-shuttered, segregated Blackwell School. And there is!

There's a Spanish church!

Where that Spanish?

So in 2007, several former students at the Blackwell School in Marfa organized a reunion at their old campus.

In 1954, a year before a giant arrived in Marfa, students at Blackwell were forced to bury their Spanish language.

And so as a part of the reunion, they staged this unearthing of Mr. Spanish,

where they buried a Spanish dictionary in a little coffin,

and then they dug it up and held it up triumphantly

and said, you know, we have our Spanish and cheered.

My dad's passion for that, probably is the reason why

I'm the way that I am today, that I'm proud

of who I am, that I speak Spanish, that I'm not ashamed of it, that I encourage it.

And it was a really celebratory moment for a lot of them.

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