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Thursday, April 2, 2015

Being Black in the U.S.

Being Black is not as easy as you think. That's a joke.

With this "B" post, I hope to help readers understand how I approach people and how they approach me.

You see, there is no way of 'hiding' the fact that I am Black. I wouldn't want to. When you see me, you know. I look at people and try to see their eyes and personality and how we are going to connect and on what level. I notice color. I look for trust. I look for kindness. I look for similarities. I look for differences. I look for honesty. I'm like Robocop or the Terminator but, corny as it sounds, I feel love and forgiveness for everyone. Who am I not to?

When my husband first showed his co-workers a photo of me, a couple of them said, "She's Black!" and his response was feigned shock. He grabbed the picture back and with eyes wide, said, "She is?!"and it only made me love him more.

Look at him and you'd say...White. His father was a dark Cuban, his mother, of Scotch-Irish descent. My husband had auburn hair and pale skin growing up. Now, his hair is gray and everyone sees White. Cubans come in all tones, like Americans and Africans.

When Caucasians look at others, they know they are Caucasian and begin to assess one another based on clothing, grooming, handshake, whatever. When I am seen, the first thing is, "She's Black." and along with that comes whatever experiences, exposure, rumors, whatever is in the news that week, attempts to remain nonplussed, or bewilderment as to what comes next. Blacks are being 'blamed' for whatever is done by the President of the United States as if he called us first to check-in! The sad part is when I'm looked at by other Blacks, that's also the first thing seen and then it's either a positive or a negative, too. At times, I think we are all harder on ourselves, than who we believe is our enemy.

This can be a source of amusement, bemusement, or frustration depending on the stage on which it occurs.

My entire childhood was spent with other Black children telling me "You talk so proper!" as if it were a confusing problem. Non-blacks were accepting of me in High School because they would say "I don't see color." which would make me think they weren't seeing me. At first meetings I loved to read the confusion on their faces of "She didn't sound Black on the phone!" which is one of my favorite tricks, actually (Naughty me!).

By 40, I really couldn't care less what anyone thought about anything. Ah! The freedom of aging! Don't fear it. Embrace it and all the perks that come with it!

I've spent a good portion of my life being the only Black in the room (DON'T say it, Americans!), at the party, in the meeting, on the plane, in the theater, or the restaurant. People of all colors have attempted to push me to represent an entire RACE of people just because I happen to have more melanin in my skin. I've had men try to pick me up thinking that I was a "sure thing" and try to take liberties they would fight against if it were done to their mothers or sisters. I've been proudly told by people that they get darker than I do when they tan, that they didn't know Black people but watched us on T.V., that we could tan or burn, that I was the first one they'd ever met or had as a friend, would either compare me to whatever Black woman was famous at the time, congratulate me in that way that shows they didn't believe I could do whatever it was, and, yes, call me names outside of my given proper name, of course.

My life has been spent meeting all types of people in and from all types of places in the World. I have learned that if I respect them, usually I will receive the same respect back. My father commanded respect through his demeanor after growing up in the Southern States of the U.S. and he got it. He never shared every story of the times he didn't but know that he was spat upon, called names, and denied progress in his life due to the amount of melanin in his skin as an adult and not only in the South.

Please don't think I'm bitter about any of it. Some of my best friends...(Haha!). It's life with other humans who've had their own experiences with other humans. I won't be placed in the position of speaking for everyone with more melanin any more than I would ask a Caucasian, Asian, or African person to speak for all who have more or less. It's not fair and certainly results in disheartening inaccuracies. 

My skin is brown. My hair is kinky. My nationality is American. My religion is Catholic (a WHOLE 'nutha story!). My race, according to the U.S. is Black (a color). Or sometimes African-American (long time since my ancestors were there). I'm a 'sister' but in Florida, I'm also called "Mami" by Cubans, Puerto Ricans, Colombians, et al. Why I don't have a multiple personality is beyond me! However, I'm still not as confused as poor Raven-Symone if you've been keeping up with her. I'm going to take a wild stab at the idea that she might have faced racism from both sides of the fence in her life and has decided not to be either because of the pain of rejection. No one has a monopoly on racism.

Despite the usage of race and ethnicity in the same way, there are some actual differences in the definitions. It would be nice to all recognize the difference and use them appropriately if we ever seek to have any semblance of peace among us. There's an article explaining how race is "your biologically engineered features. It can include skin color, skin tone, eye and hair color, as well as a tendency toward developing certain diseases. It is not something that can be changed or disguised." I will add, it does not define you as a person and ethnicity is not a statement of what color of skin you have as shown by all countries and many varied people of different colors (skin-tones). Example? There are people of Asian descent born and raised in places like Peru. They are Peruvian. Correct?

Read more: Difference Between Ethnicity and Race | Difference Between | Ethnicity vs Race http://www.differencebetween.net/science/nature/difference-between-ethnicity-and-race/#ixzz3W7Yxx0mI


Watching Trevor Noah's standup act recently made me think of this again. He's having a hard time 'justifying' being chosen as a host for The Daily Show. Really? After considering all the racial problems we have had in the States that I've had to 'choose sides' about, he summed it up as an 'outsider'. As a mixed race person, here he is Black. He also noted, we had a mixed candidate for the Presidency but now have the first "Black" President. Nailed it.

I have hope for future generations who will force the U.S. to remove the 'check one' boxes of race because they will be inapplicable, nor will it matter. There will be no way of breaking it down. I hope I'm around to see that Census.



 

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Ask Me ALL Questions and I'll Tell You No Lies

I find it amusing that our elders will ask anything they want directly to your face. It doesn't matter how embarrassing it may be, how personal, how insulting, how tactless it may be. They will spit it out AND expect you to answer!

I used to be offended by certain questions and then I realized an important Life Lesson.

If you want to know something...you ask.

One should never be too proud, too full of themselves, to ask a question. You can't hesitate because you may appear foolish or that you lack knowledge. You DO lack knowledge until you get the answer to the question! You are afraid to appear ignorant. Guess what? You are in the absolute meaning of the word ignorant. Good Old Merriam-Webster gives a short and sweet definition:

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a :  destitute of knowledge or education <an ignorant society>; also :  lacking knowledge or comprehension of the thing specified <parents ignorant of modern mathematics>

b :  resulting from or showing lack of knowledge or intelligence <ignorant errors>
 
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By that definition, we are all ignorant of something as we are not omniscient. We weren't made to be. Until you ASK, you are definitely ignorant of the topic and have a lack of knowledge or education of something or someone. Ignorant comes from the word ignore which put simply means, you refuse to do anything about what you hear or see and/or do nothing about or in response to it. I refuse to ignore my ignorance.
 
If you want to know something....you ask about it. There.
 
Ask me anything. I will answer in one way or another, but I will answer. I won't think less of you. In fact, I applaud that you approached me to find out what I might know. It takes guts with many people to overcome the hesitation and, even, fear, to do so. It isn't that I'm scary (Well, OK. I can be at times) or will degrade another person. I welcome it. I hope others feel the same when I approach them. Perhaps, this is why everywhere I go in the World over the years, I've been asked if I'm a teacher. I have never been as a career. I do hope that I have been able to 'teach' in the traditional sense of the word and able to impart whatever I knew to others after I'm gone.
 
I like to take it one step more and say if I don't know the answer, I try to find out. It's for the person that asked now AND for myself. It is said that knowledge is power, right?  (It's also said that "Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely". Therefore, use your knowledge for Good.)
 
Really. What is the worst thing that can happen? I began to think of everything in that term. Will I die from an answer of "No"? Will my feelings be hurt? Big deal. I'm a big girl and I can take it. Will someone refuse to answer? I'll look to someone else to ask, then. Will they think me silly? Again, that won't kill me.
 
Chances are, there are others in the room who are asking the same questions in their heads but are afraid to raise their hands, literally and figuratively. Someone has to do it or we all remain ignorant.
 
Since today's post is brought to you by the letter "A", the challenge in rebooting this month is to ASK those questions you've always wanted to have answered. Step up, raise your hand, find that person with the knowledge you need, and ask. Don't forget to ANSWER the questions brought to you or help someone find the answer as it may assist you, too.
 
I'll take it further and say never be afraid to ask God for knowledge or for your needs or the needs of others, as well. He'll never insult you, be assured of that. After all, you are His favorite. As I've heard, He'll say "yes", "no", or "I have something better in mind for you".
 
Happy Easter and Pesach Sameach!

Monday, March 23, 2015

A to Z Challenge!

Considering the way my mind works....or doesn't, it's become necessary for me to invent ways to stay on track with this blog. I've had the freedom to post any theme, when I want or not. That's worked for me but I'm humble enough to realize I need this practice.

However, I am no wimp when it comes to a challenge and I've taken on a doozy!

During the month of April, I must and will post a blogpost 26 days! Basically, I'll post everyday except Sundays. That's the Challenge. If you want to see more info, check here:
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It was just something I couldn't turn down and wouldn't.

So, batten down the hatches! Friends, you won't be seeing a lot of me! Watch out for whatever comes out!


(WINK)
 

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Without a Plan, You Plan to Fail?

There's a saying that when you ask God for something, He may answer in one of three ways.

"Yes."
"No."
"I have something better in mind for you."

We arrogantly expect to be able to live our lives, make our plans...or not, and have each one of our expectations and goals met without fail. We are fooling ourselves.

Life happens on levels of which we are not aware, at times we do not count upon, and in places we could never have expected to be. The day I stopped 'expecting' is the day I learned to live my life with pleasant and unexpected results. If "A" happens, then great. If "B" happens, then I can work with it or around it. But, the thrill comes when "C" comes about out of thin air and I meet it head on with all the skills and knowledge and experience and even advice from others to 'get her done'! That is Life. That is when I get to prove my mettle, my vigor, my spirit!

Why should Life be any less chaotic than the Cosmos?

Sure, I have my Faith and I know I have a Destiny. We all do. However, we all have had that time in our lives when we beat our head against the wall, shook our fists into the sky, yelled, cried, fought, scratched, and scraped to make an event happen or obtain something...or someone, we were just not meant to have. The efforts we made should have been our cue that something was amiss. We ignored it, though. We are like children again, at those times, and want what we want when we want it, regardless of whether or not it's good for us.

It isn't that what is meant to be is a cake-walk and falls into our lap without effort. There is work involved in all activity. It's just that such struggle should tell us whether we are headed in the right direction or not. We work. The work we do should be positive and worth our efforts, in the end. The same can be said for play and resting. It's that balance I've spoken of in previous posts.

Another saying is, if you want to make God laugh, tell Him your plans.

We may be headed East and we should be going West. We will then face storms, fall into holes, trip over rocks, slip off of hills, stumble into darkness. lose our wallets until we turn around and head EAST.

The differences between working for something we want versus for what we should is difficult to determine. It's difficult to determine if you aren't paying attention, that is. If I have to fight, scheme, cheat, ignore my conscience, lie, or push people aside or into my way of thinking to get what I want, only to have it taken away or to continually fight to keep it...then that doesn't sound like I really got the best of what I was supposed to have, does it? I didn't win, at all.

This month's reboot challenge is being completely honest about every area of your life you are trying to change and what you are working to get (or keep).

How hard are you working for that goal today? Is it painful or uncomfortable? How clear are you on what that goal is and what it means to you? Do you have feelings of stress and daily fights against 'unswallowing' at the efforts in trying to attain it or keep it? Or do you feel like you are conquering obstacles in the most exciting and positive way possible? Is it time to re-evaluate the plan?

Breathe and prove yourself only to yourself.