Thursday, February 28, 2013

“I don’t see color” ???


"I don’t see color"

Recently, these were the words spoken to me by a woman who had been a humanitarian for over 25 years. I am always puzzled by this sentence and yet, I have heard many people say this quite often. Each time, I am un-eased by it—the very opposite emotion I believe those words intend to bring about.

I admired the woman’s work and her brilliance, but the moment she uttered this four-worded sentence to me was the moment the process of our community building halted. Surely, we could still build bridges together and believe in each other’s work, but now, the process would be ever more slower, because now, I must struggle through the sludge of wondering if she really saw me for who I was, am, and will always be. Was she even the slightest bit aware of what the world looked and felt like through my lens of all her years of practice? And more importantly, why turn to me with intention—me, the only person of color in the room—and then say those words ‘I don’t see color’? No one even brought it up. Wasn’t this very act intentional acknowledgment that she did in fact, felt the need to say it to me because she saw my color? Where’s the gain in that? Did she mean to say ‘I don’t want to see your color?’ did she mean to say, ‘I don’t want to acknowledge my own whiteness’?

Don’t get me wrong, I was certain she meant well and that her heart was in the right place, but how could I move at a 100% ‘I trust you’ kind of pace when it has now been stated that she didn’t see something on me, which I was fully aware existed?

I literally sat there and said to myself, ‘so, that hasn’t really been a Black woman staring back at me in the mirror for the past 35 years’...um, okay...

My question is why would anyone not want to see color? Color is beautiful! And I love my color. I want people to see it. I love my brownness, my curly-kinky black hair, my African full lips, and my Native American nose. I love everything about being a Black woman despite the historic mockery of such features. For that very reason, I appreciate my color even more. But, I love to see all human beings in various shades, hair types and body shapes. We are beautifully made—all of us. I wouldn’t want to ignore anything about our unique bodies.

Why would anyone with half decent vision not see color unless they chose not to?

Besides, how boring would we be if we took away all our varieties and differences? Would it then, be socially acceptable to say things like, ‘I don’t see color’? Is that what we’re after? If so, what’s next? … ‘I don’t see you as a man or a woman because I don’t see gender’?

That just seems silly.

Declaring that you don’t see color, or obvious differences doesn’t increase our human similarities; it just declares that you are going to imagine that differences are invisible because it makes you uncomfortable. It says that you are relying on an elementary lesson that differences are strange and strangers are bad and you’re too afraid or lazy to wrestle with what is unfamiliar. It says, that you’re going to pretend to erase the differences from your sight. And out of sight, out of mind, right? Well, not really.

Perhaps a more culturally sensitive thing to say instead of ‘ I don’t see color’ would be ‘I am becoming less and less confined by the constraints of the concept of race’.

Or something like that. It’s longer winded than ‘I don’t see color’, but at least with this, one’s differences can be validated and appreciated—not overlooked. In this, both parties can be included in each other’s reality without having to betray, forfeit, or ignore whom which they see in the mirror everyday.

Let’s face it; human beings are not color blind. We just aren’t. But, that’s not a bad thing. The color of one’s skin is God given and or a genetic/birth trait of whom they are; much like the gift of sight, it’s nothing to be ashamed of, or denied. Race however, is socially constructed. Racism is real the issue. Color-ism is not. We ought not pretend to not see racism either. After all, when has there ever been a victory gained where pretending not to see the real issue helped alleviate it?

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

Dear Awo/Alesia

My lovely Awo,

How are you, bella?

The other day, I went to the Multiplaza—a HUGE mall here in San José—breezed by a Charlotte Russe-like store and immediately thought of you. The dresses were adorable! I’m sure you would’ve loved them.

On the flip side, (and because I am fully aware that you are a woman about more than just mere fashion) I also want to share subjects regarding more pressing matters. In fact, fashion has been the least discussed subject since I’ve been here—along with what people do for a living and the ‘toots’ of one’s own horn. In general, people I’ve met in Costa Rica thus far are more concerned with getting to know individuals as interpersonal beings. Many people here have a lot less than we do in America and yet, are much more emotionally healthy than the average neurotic New Yorker/New Jersian. Imagine that! LOL Along with the weather, it’s been quite refreshing to live in a culture where humanitarian works takes the place such judgments during the chatter of small talk. AAAANNNNnnddd (naturally), whenever I come across a phenomenal humanitarian, (which I did, by the way) I think of you as well. (FYI, the counselor/humanitarian in you out-weighs the fashion diva BY FAR) ;-).

Any who, today I visited a community called La Carprio. La Carprio is the poorest community in Costa Rica and the majority of the population is made up of Nicaraguan people, which were displaced after the earthquake of 1972. Approximately 10,000 people died in 30 seconds from this 7.2 Nicaraguan earthquake. With the loss of loved ones, property, income, and their way of life, many Nicaraguans went through the horrific extremes of relocating to Costa Rica. Much like many Blacks and other people of color experience xenophobic behavior from many whites and non-black people of color in the United States, Nicaraguans too, are discriminated against in Costa Rica by many Costa Ricans.

Why am I telling you this? Well, while I was in La Carprio, I met a woman named Gail Nystrom, a former Peace Corps participant and founder of the Montessori School. Gail is helping to restore the community of La Corpria and the lives of the Nicaraguans who live there. Gail is such an amazing humanitarian. Check out her website here http://www.graciascostarica.com/CRHF.html. I thought of our conversations and thought her work might interest you.

Any who, I wont make this too long, as I know you are probably in the corner of some library get’n your study on. Ha Ha!

Continue to stay warm and enjoy every moment of education!  I can’t wait to see what God has on the other side of it all for you, dear future Humanitarian. It’s going to be big! You ready?

Many hugs, tail-wags, and infinite kicks & giggles, Peek-a-choo!

Peace, Love, and photos (see below),
Nar-shay-shay 




Here's to my first solar powered microwave experience!

And YES, the food was hot!

One of the Vagina Monologues posters up! We have so many students from different countries at UPeace. This could get interesting...

A cute little cat that hangs around campus

Mi familia <3

More food

UPeace campus tour



This bird was very bold and confident despite his odd facial appearance. 




Translation: Happy is the Costa Rican mother who that knows, when she gives birth a son, he will never be a soldier 


Standing with the students from PACE University



Hawks are on the property~ MU


Pretending to steal rocks

My host mother and a fe of her guests


Gail and I

Campus grounds of La Carprio














My sister from another country




The children put on a play 

Sharing her story






Monday, February 25, 2013

Dear Ruth: Shalom and full moon rain






Ms. Lovely Ruth!






I feel as if I have not seen you in so long! I suppose I got used to your house being my resting point among my hopping via NYC, Drew, and dance school.

Any who, as you envisioned, I am enjoying CR immensely. :-D The past 24 hours have been extraordinary.

I couldn’t sleep last night for the first time since my arrival to CR. The earth was so still and there was barely a breeze. Somewhere around 3 in the morning began this chorus of wildlife—baying, barking, mooing, meowing and other animals sounds all calling to something unbeknown to me—the voices from the night were too extraordinary to not be out of a Twilight Movie. I got up out of my bed and stepped closer to the window, [but I dared not go any further than this—not out of fear, but out of respect]. Apparently, it was a full moon last night and the wolves, dogs, cats, monkeys, and all the animals near and far literally howled at the moon. I had never witnessed something so unexplainably divine and something so beyond all human theology. Can you imagine?

Somewhere after lectures and running to and fro meetings, I got caught in the rain and I must say, to get caught in the rain in the rain forest is unlike getting caught in the rain anywhere else on the planet. To say that the sky opens up and bottomless buckets of continual rain pour out for an infinite amount of minutes is an understatement. It smells like heaven afterwards. These are the times where I wish human understanding would upgrade its language to a more universal conversation. What if… Can you imagine?

Now, I’m not saying we should all go howling at the moon, but perhaps we could cease our worries of a bad hair day for the sake of a dance in the rain, or simply leave rain be for the development of future generations. Or perhaps we could try upgrading our language to bridge gaps—not out of fear, but out of respect.

Ah well, this is a rather random blog, but perhaps full moons, the animal kingdom, lectures, and rainforests have something in common.

Either way, I miss you my dear friend, sister, teacher, and Rabbi. Until we meet again, may you continue to bring Shalom to those under your wing.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

Dear Alex,


Hey lovely lady,

How are you? So, I've got a few crazy stories for you. See below...

 ~ Firstly, every person whom I've asked 'When is your birthday?', the response has always been 'Tomorrow'. No lie.

 ~  The most fascinating conversation occurred between myself and the woman working at the nearest convenient store—she, being Chinese and I, American, both speaking to each other in our broken Spanish.  We both seemed to affectively butcher the language something horrible and I'm still not quite sure if we understood a word of each other. These are times when a smile goes a long way.
  
~ Meghan and I hiked up and down this HUGE mountain for about five hours (Pics to follow of this awesome journey. FYI...we are covered in dirt in most of these photos. You've been warned)

~ There's no cure to minor food poisoning like cotton candy and rum raison ice-cream. Ask me how I know. ;-) 

Any who, I've attached the photos from my outings thus far. And yes, I agree that a skype date is mandated for near future communication. Miss you, girlie! <3
Brunch with new friends from UPeace







The view from Sol's tree house

A warning about killer flies. Woah...








WE ARE KINDRED spirits.

On our way up UP Up the Altos Mountains



Expressing the impossible steepness of incline 


Incline madness


The windmills in the far distance were our goal


We are not far! YAY!




Nearing our passing out point...

Wearing some of the purple die from my bag that I managed to sweat off into pieces 

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Becoming one

At the top and hug for a job well done
















The bike I've been eyeing 

Dancers at the Horse Parade in Tope





Costa Rican Red Cross




Sugar Rush


Some of the cowboys at the Horse parade

Rum & Coke in a can!

Absolute cuteness <3

These ladies were GORGEOUS! 


And the fellas weren't too bad either...










And then I had my share of rodeo! YEE HAW!