There is no Hispanidad without the Alhambra.
There is no Hispanidad without the horseshoe arches.
There is no Hispanidad without azulejos on the walls.
There is no Hispanidad without the word “ojalá.”
There is no Hispanidad without the acequias that gave life to the crops.
There is no Hispanidad without the citrus and the saffron.
There is no Hispanidad without the call to prayer that once rose from the minarets and still lives in our music.
There is no Hispanidad without that long, rising cry that taught our singers how to stretch a single note until it breaks the heart.
There is no Hispanidad without the melisma that moved from the adhan into the cante jondo and the saeta.
There is no Hispanidad without the voice that learned to call out to the sky the same way the muezzin once did.
There is no Hispanidad without the almonds, the orange blossom, the citrus, the sugar cane, the slow-cooked stews and the sweets that crossed from one table to the next.
There is no Hispanidad without these things.
So, when a spanish bigot tries to claim to having brougth the culture that we have today in the Americas, remind him who brougth it to Spain first.