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An Open Letter to U.S. Mayors

Dear  Mayors:

Communities in pain do not need a police state composed of National Guard and multi-jurisdictions of law enforcement to facilitate the grief process after witnessing a public execution in the middle of the town square.

Black people are in pain nationally/internationally. Our spirituality connects us so that when one of us is harmed, we literally feel the pain in our chests, our breasts, our heads, our hearts.

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We are in pain not just because of George Floyd, but still in the rawness of grief over the murders of Breonna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbrey, Atatiana Jefferson. Heck I am still grieving the loss of Nipsey. Some are still grieving Kobe. Two public figures who gave our community hope. We are hurting. And yes, contrary to popular belief, we feel pain.

We are at the same time grieving the tragic loss of so many African Americans due to COVID-19. We are grieving the deaths of friends who we just saw smiling as Mardi Gras, nieces and nephews who worked at the grocery store, the pregnant mom who was a nurse, the neighborhood bus driver who safely took us to work each day, or a family friend who worked at meat packing plant. We grieve a parent who lived at a nursing home or the first responder uncle who lacked PPE aiding others.

Instead of reallocating resources to safeguard the health and welfare as numbers of the great racial disparity come out, we are being told to go back to work in unsanitary and unsafe conditions to have stakes to grill this summer, address the health of those who choose not to wear a mask, and replace unemployment with minimum wage jobs.

Coronavirus is a Trojan horse that grasped our attention. Entering into “stage 2 and 3 of re-opening”, we are given an opportunity to face historic inequities and make them right. All of these deaths are at the hands of racism – a state sanctioned strategy weaponized to control placement of the Black body as bio-fuel for the national economy and white privilege.

#BlackLivesMatter posted on SM walls by allies cannot describe this pain. #HealYourHate and #StopKilling may be a little closer.

Right now, our communities need support to heal. We don’t need criticism. We need reallocation of new funding designated for law enforcement and the National Guard to be redistributed to communities for local based solutions that provide living wage jobs, adequate healthcare, land for community gardens and changes in zoning law to allow live animals for affordable access to food.

We need medical reimbursement for art spaces and community centers to incorporate mental wellness and building positive self-esteem. We need to subsidize social enterprises that provide jobs, skill training, and community benefits. We need equitable funding for Black-led organizations and increased funding for community interventionist programs to name a few.

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We need adequate infrastructure investment to upgrade wi-fi networks, increase electrical loads, take the lead out of water lines, unplug sewer lines, mitigate air pollution, and expand greenspace for socialization and respite.

We need flexibility in developing an education curriculum that validates life and offers a comprehensive view of history beyond being taught that we were slaves as if this is all that we can rise to.

We need housing and land ownership to experience a sense of permanency and stake to build community.

We need space and time for our elders, community healers, spiritual leaders, activists, business owners, and other indigenous crisis response network members to gather us and let us grieve safely.

And in this process of healing, we need humility to reach out to our Native American and Mexican American (remember Texas to California was Mexico until around the 1850’s) Brothers and Sisters and sit in a Council of Elders to acknowledge their ownership of this land and ask permission to leverage time, blood, and sweat invested to-date to co-exist here into the future.

Meanwhile – you all can focus on gathering your staff, departments, and non-Black communities in dialogue, anti-Black bias training, and others means to heal anti-black sentiment that leads to acts of hate and decisions that kill black bodies.

Resmaa Menakem stated: “White fragility is a lie, a dodge, a myth, and a form of denial. White Americans can create culture that confronts and dismantles white body supremacy. Any suggestion that they are unable to rise to this challenge is a lie. White Americans are anything but helpless or fragile. They are (of course) precisely as capable as other human beings. But the need to refuse to doge the responsibility of confronting white body supremacy- or the responsibility of growing up.” (My Grandmother’s Hands)

Similar to Minneapolis, Los Angeles is home to a rainbow of races, ethnicities, and identities, however anti-Blackness condoned by a majority white culture has permeated the psyche of all. We need the Latinx, LGBQTI, Middle Eastern, Persian, Asian American, Jewish Americans, Korean American, Feminist, Indian, African, Caribbean, Cuban Lucumi, Mexican, Central American, + communities to address anti-Blackness biases within. The People of Color banner is not protecting us.

We stand in solidarity, but it is important to awaken (you can’t be woke until you have awakened) and heal the embodied anti-Blackness conditioned through American culture that creates behaviors and decision-making that kills us and creates mistrust and tensions between our communities. There are many good organizations who can help you lead this anti-racist work- engage them.

As Mayors your role must change from safeguarding the interests of elite empowered by their monetary wealth and be more collaborative with community calling for Council of Elders to build environments that allow all to rise  and harness the collective power of community regardless of race, income, identity. This is the only sustainable way to reshape America in a post-COVID reality. Healed and Awakened, we can then truly walk in unity, and together birth the nation where we all can “Be” safely in our divine space on Mother Earth.

Thank you Mayors for your attention!

Sincerely,

The seed my great grandparents planted.

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Cultural Citizenship, Uncategorized

Online Communities: Lovemaking of Ogun & Oṣun under the covers of Quarantine

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[Writer’s drawing – 2014]

Now that I have your attention:

I know I am so, so late to the online game, but one blessing of quarantine for which I am grateful has been the creativity blossoming around the use of technology for social connection, network and community building, knowledge sharing, and building of an alternative economic system.

In my world of the imaginary we are in a time when Ogun (the energy of metal, technology, implementation of creations through a clear path) is collaborating harmoniously with Oṣun (the energy of creation, fertility, humanity)  to open new pathways for the upliftment of humanity and bring us into a new state of being of planetary citizenship. A time where it is possible to align the energies of the Divine Feminine and Sacred Masculine to usher in a time of peace and end (at least temporarily) the war between men and women.

Platforms like Zoom, Blue Jeans, MicroSoft Teams, Google Classrooms, Slack – existed pre-CoVID as well as SM such as FB, IG,- maybe not Tik Toc – but these apps were associated with class, access, and for the most part applied as transactionary tools to support corporate and individual agenda building. A masculine approach of business that placed profit over people, soul, and community.

Now these platforms are being transformed into builders of mutual aid networks, dialogical spaces to raise the vibration above current news talk, learning and exchanging ideas, creating respite spaces for healing and mental wellness, and generating income.

They are creating a counter-economy where indigenous knowledge (that created outside of formal institutions through storytelling and sharing among family or one’s personal lived experience and research) is honored, respected, and paid for.

While we still have to go through the intermediary of a Comcast, Spectrum Verizon, etc. – we can tap into the wisdom of the giver of knowledge directly, and compensate them for their sharing – creating a new flow of wealth based on the value of reciprocity and mutual aid verse exploitation and greed. Also valuing sustainability through creating virtual networks that exchange and recycle material goods locally instead of buying from around the world. In essence conjuring the vibration and formation of Beloved Communities.

Not all content producers are a part of this emerging movement, yet with intention and discernment, one can find one’s own tribe or community or movement, to flow into for support in the birthing of one’s own ideas and manifestations.

I am amazed that in the past week alone, where for example, I participated in the following events:

  • Presented remarks on the Divine Feminine Church of Ocean Park, a non-denominational church community, in collaboration for the first time with friend/mentor Queen Leia Lewis (Iya Oriade) creator and founder of Beautiful and Sacred Things (beautifulandsacredthings.com). She lives in Shreveport, Louisiana and I and the church are in the Los Angeles area ;
  • Witnessed my Pacifica Graduate Institute classmate Themis Dela Pena Wing present her oral defense and receive conferment of her doctorate, joined by friends and family from Brasil, Spain, Mexico, and the United States;
  • Participated in a global call with 1 Million women with over 600 participants from around the world championing climate change and the need to direct over $2 trillion in economic recovery funds to be distributed by nations to a sustainable agenda;
  • Tuned into New Moon messaging from a spiritual mentor and astrologist Iya Tirra Omilade of Goddess Body Mind Spirit (goddessbodymindspirit.com);
  • Attended a virtual Urban Voices Project Board Meeting to discuss how to enrich our community sings and other music wellness programs to better reach persons in permanent supportive housing and other independent housing settings through technology as a supportive tool for housing retention, socialization, and mental wellness. (https://urbanvoicesproject.org/);
  • With a few tech difficulties, saw my nearly 80 year old father light up as my siblings and I connected over Zoom (although not sure about doing this EVERY week 🙂 );
  • Had my first class with Yeye Luisah Teish on the Orisa Aje to learn how to cultivate a divine relationship with money and redefine the meaning of abundance. Participants were from across the country and Canada;
  • Watched the replay of Dr. Funlayo’s ADRSA 2020: Wind & Fire Conference on YouTube (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5-1pnjpvWA) and was so blessed by the stories of the Ifa and Orisa tradition as it has evolved across the Diaspora, loved being able to stop and replay deep drops of knowledge, and still felt the ase through the screen when words touched soul. So excited to reciprocate this receiving of knowledge by supporting the vendors she highlighted and by taking upcoming classes in her online series through Ase Ire Communiversity (https://aseire.com/) ;
  • Logged into Kimberly Miguel Mullen’s Virtual Dance Studio that offers stretch and Orisa dance movement classes on-demand which best fits with my writing and research schedule. However there are many online dance and movement classes including Extra Ancestral, Dancing Diaspora, and with the amazing and kind Kati Hernandez – all are on IG;
  • Connected with an author Lilth Dorsey whose new  book “Orishas, Goddesses, and Voodoo Queens- The Divine Feminine in the African Religious Traditions” I just read and enjoyed;
  • Learned of a local maker of Afro-Centric headwraps and masks from my friend Rufiena Jones’ “impromptu” photo shoot on IG and able to order online – supporting a small business in my own zip code and one who is providing academic scholarships to neighborhood children; and
  • Now listening to an Africadelic’s musical highlights with plans to watch the replay of my Ibeji’s Iya Dr. Monica Coleman’s Octavia Butler series (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyLsqaFjl44) during an afternoon break.

 

Instead of being drained or distracted, or even feeling like a “Zommbie” – I am feeling determined, fierce, focused, and energized. I have felt empowered to say no or decline invites that give me angst. It is not that these are bad, they may not be for me “right now” or may be at a vibrational level of attachment to a model that I intentionally chose to release to stop weighing me down. Still working on the feelings of guilt, part of the growth process. And values clarification keeps ringing as a common theme of this time, so take a moment and have an honest conversation about what are your values. Don’t judge, just tune in.

Attending the conversations that bring joy, I am just so in awe of the teachers emerging during this time from my 5 year old nephew who is teaching me the importance of marriage to my 10 year old nephew  teaching me about Tik Toc and how he sees his world, to experiencing the gifts and talents of friends who are teaching their joys from gardening to cooking to yoga; to having access to community Elders without intermediaries or interpretations of their work, and being able to compensate and acknowledge their wisdom in the moment.

I guess you could say there has been a democratization of knowledge sharing and a knitting or linkages of sharing that deepen connection. Anyone can post a DIY You Tube video, or entertainment video, but at least what I am tapping into is witnessing collaboration and new institution/ movement building that is shifting mindset.

It reminds me of the practice of African Tradition Religions. While there is structural hierarchy, it is circular where no one person can practice alone or the tradition will die. The traditions live through the community coming together to transform ordinary places into sacred spaces where everyone can bring their gift to make ritual happen. You need people to set up the tools, share the lecture, sing, dance, drum, welcome people, cook the food, feed the orisa, clean up and dispose of the instruments used properly, do the ebo, etc. I am seeing this same practice of generosity, reciprocity, and humility online and it is so empowering.

A few weeks ago my Iyanifa Fayomi Osundoyin Egbeyemi reminded, okay no told me, to go back and review the commitment I made when I initiated into the mysteries of Osun/Obatala. What was the promise I made? What was the promise I made in heaven on coming to this earth? Reclaim it and use this time to realign as the best guide in navigating through this opening of a transforming world.

Quarantine overall has been a deep time for this level of personal reflection to assess where do I want to be in six months, nine months, 18 months; and calling forth from the universe the road(s) that supports the necessary action steps to get there.

We were in an unsustainable time when our behaviors threatened the livelihood of human existence on the planet. We have be given a time of reset, a pregnant pause to sit still and re-imagine what wasn’t working with the individual and collective power of conscious choice to go back or use this time to innovate new ideas to make humanity functional once again.

The title of this work is a play off of a story told in different versions throughout the Diaspora between the qualities of Yoruba deities Osun and Ogun coming together. Summarizing, in a state of drunkenness Ogun killed many towns people. Out of shame, he retreated to his home in the woods and withdrew his power, hoarding his tools from the town he almost destroyed. The townspeople recognized that despite his transgression, he was a member of the community and his skills and tools and energy were needed to sustain and grow. How could one farm without a hoe, how could one walk their path without Ogun to clear away their enemies?

They needed Ogun, but in a functional form that respected his own talents and gifts and would be committed to sharing in reciprocity with the community and earth. After attempts to coax him out of his home failed, Osun agreed to give it a try. She adorned her body in honey and with her brass bracelets and sweet melodic voice, called his attention, enticing him out of his home. On the road near the river banks, they made love, bringing sweetness to his roughness, bringing him back into community, and honoring the good things his presence brought to clear pathways for the creation of wholeness. In essence, bring back balance.

Let simple minds return to “normal” of rugged individualism that does not mind killing and stepping over others as part of the process of material accumulation. Yet let creative, innovative, brilliant minds ask themselves, “why you are on this planet in this moment of time?” What idea have you been holding back on out of fear, scarcity, lack? If you were told the Universe/God is giving you permission to be reborn in the image of your ideal self, what would you do differently? What are you waiting for? and make a commitment to do your work to help us all create a new way of being.

Now is the time to find your community, claim your sense of belonging, put your idea and thoughts out into the world (while you literally have the whole world’s undivided attention), and trust your internal wisdom. You don’t do this alone, but with the support of trusted elders and embracement of the community of family, friends, and strangers that have been searching for you. The real you. The authentic you. As more than one Iya has recently stated – TRUST!

In the meantime, let’s advocate to incorporate free wi-fi (guess cable no longer exist) as a basic and essential utility in all housing units, give free lap tops or tablets to school children like the distribution of books, and SMART phones with quality data packages as a social benefit distributed by either government or philanthropy to seniors, people experiencing homelessness, and other economically marginalized groups. Let’s also uplift small businesses and ensure they have the technology needed for e-commerce, distribution and delivery, and e-marketing.

Thank you for reading. Gotta go and DO MY WORK!!!! Blessings!

Race, Uncategorized

Measuring the impact of whiteness on the spread of COVID-19

On a Zoom call hosted by a mainstream national organization about COVID and a racial analysis on the impact of Black people experiencing homelessness. I can’t. I have to be honest, when Black people are contracting this disease as essential workers in the “reopening of America” and disproportionately dying from underlying health conditions brought on by unequal access to healthcare, this is not the time to intellectualize racism.

It is simple. Racism sucks. it kills. It is destructive. It is anti-feminine and woman. It is anti-LGBQI. It is anti-Trans. It is anti-Black. While it oppresses other groups, it creates a hierarchy of difference with Blacks and Native Americans interchanging on the bottom of a social pyramid and creates disproportionate impacts of annihilation across outcome measures. It goes against nature. It is the greatest threat to humanity and the planet.

I know this and I live this and I am not tired. I am pissed off. I am angry. I am collecting names. I am ready to fight but proceeding cautiously as this is the vibration this negative energy is conjuring and therefore I RESIST. Yet, I am also fervently praying for a spiritual response with self-protection and guidance so I don’t go too deep in creating a debt I won’t be able to deliver as the ceremony the night before the Haitian Liberation is deep in my mind and on my tongue. I am fire. I am calling on all the words of my spiritual teachers and spirit guides to transmute this ever-present yet rising rage into creativity so I use my gifts to design the fair and just world I seek. No matter how provoked, I will not destroy Earth or humanity to aid in the goal of my enemies. I honor this struggle the universe has placed me in.

So today, I don’t want to hear any more data on Black people and the rate of death caused by White patriarchal supremacy. The only data I want to hear are metrics on the impact of Whiteness and the contribution to an unstable, ill, collective consciousness currently being fueled even greater as people are at home “socializing” on the internet.

I need metrics that redefine the social determinates of health – not based on variance from an ideal society centered on whiteness, but add meaning to the psychic pain level if the illusionary mirror of white privilege were cracked; to know how much space and time you will need at that true moment of eruption when the Mothers upholding this planet have truly had enough and the false mirrors are broken.

I need metrics that measure the pain of disconnection from soul because you have been conditioned to believe that spirit and soul are feminine compared to the masculinity of reason; to understand how you value love and your own sense of belonging.

I need metrics that measure the degree of hatred toward your mother because she was born in the image of sin, and the variance of her being from God and the amount of value of the women in your life, including how you value your own divine feminine if you are a white woman; to understand how you value the principle of creation and your motives to continually attack the womb.

I need metrics of your anxiety and fear of erasure to understand how much my presence consumes your thoughts and influences your compulsive actions like killing while jogging Black; to understand the length of this quarantine from the untreated disease you shed that kills me.

I need a measure of your intelligence as you think that the symbolic “re-opening of America” (as if it ever really closed) is going to increase the wealth of you and your household; to understand the level of your comfort in being an economic slave.

I need a metric that rates your investment in your whiteness- the value of your membership in a socially constructed identity- over your freedom as a human being; to understand your value in your relationship with God (If God made you great, what do you then fear and why do you have to work so hard?)

I need metrics on the destruction of whiteness to calculate how much longer we all have here on Mother Earth; to understand the time I have to create a vaccine against Whiteness to breathe. To breathe. To breathe.

To be clear, these metrics are not just for white people, but for anyone and everyone who is conditioned in whiteness. As Queen Leia said – how do we use this quarantine to understand all of what we have been exposed to that does not serve our well-being.

Therefore:

I don’t dwell alone – I live in community.

I don’t dwell in fear – I live in hope.

I don’t dwell in debt – I live in promise

I don’t dwell in the “OR” – I live in the wholeness

I don’t dwell in hate – I live in love.

I don’t dwell in race – I live in the gradual improvement of my character.

I’m working on the anger – to live in coolness

Breathe, breathe, breathe

May the Mothers of the Earth protect and guide us. Bring us together in ease. Heal. Renegotiate. Cultivate harmony to end the war of men and women.

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