Author: ADOrduna

The following is a copy of the ‘Introduction’ to a Master’s thesis (a program in Bilingual/Bicultural studies that I actually never completed) written in 2011 seeking understanding of anti-Black racism in Cuba society. This was written before I had the opportunity to travel to Cuba as part of a dance program to understand how Afro-Cuban culture was embodied in dance and other Afro-Cuban Folkloric cultures, so some ideas have since evolved. However, Trump support out of Florida in the recent election made me reflect on this study and wanted to offer it to others seeking understanding, particularly when African Americans and Latinx often talk about building cross-cultural political alliances.

“In the nation beloved by me I would like to see born the nation that can be without hate, and without color. In the generous game of limitless thought, I would like to see building the house, rich and poor, black and white” (qtd.in Kirk 130). In October 1889, José Martí, a leader of Cuba Libre, the insurgent movement to fight for independence from Spain, spoke these words to express a vision of a new patria built on equality where citizens would not be identified by race, heritage, class or religion, but by a common Cuban national identity. Motivated by his words and a promise of emancipation from slavery, thousands of Afro-Cubans took up arms in support of the Cuba Libre movement.

During this time black men such as Antonio Maceo, “the Bronze Titan,” were able to rise through the ranks of the military based on their skill and achievement and were not excluded based on the color of their skin. In this post-Haitian revolution era, European colonists were fearful of additional slave revolts and would not arm blacks under any circumstance; Cuba was a rare exception (Helg 4). Afro-Cubans participating in the liberation movement understood the significance of fighting alongside white mambises and began to believe that a free Cuba could meet Martí’s social promise of a new racially united nation (Helg 119). In the article “ ‘Race and the Cuban Revolution’ Review of Castro, the Blacks and Africa by Carlos Moore,” Lisa Brock and Otis Cunningham explain that “because the Cuban fight for independence and abolition from slavery shared the same historical stage, there developed an ideological congruity between the fighting for equality for blacks and against colonialism” (n.pag.).  Sadly, Martí was killed on the battlefield in 1895. However the war with Spain continued under the passionate leadership of the Cuba Libre revolutionaries to create a Cuban society under a new social paradigm in alignment with his ideal nation. 

After many years of fighting, United States intervention brought an end to the war and ushered in the political transition of Cuba as a new nation-state. Cautiously optimistic of the U.S. post-war on-the-ground presence, many Afro-Cubans still believed that their sacrifice and efforts in the fight for independence would be recognized and honored through executing the promise of Martí’s ideal nation (Peréz 160).  In addition to their military sacrifice during the wars of independence, slavery had been abolished and blacks had begun a process of emancipation.

Metaphorically, the Cuban national narrative embraced an image that the new nation would be racially democratic and built on the principles of Martí’s vision of a “race-less nationality” (Ayorinde 33).  In reality, during the first quarter of the 20^th Century a social hierarchy based on preferences of ancestry, class, and race that mirrored colonial society was instituted.

Having undergone three significant national transitions during the first hundred years of nationhood; Independence, the 1959 Revolution, and the Special Period, and facing a fourth in the millennium with the transfer of power from Fidel to Raul Castro, there is a growing sense that the aforementioned social hierarchies will no longer be accepted. In his article “Recreating Racism: Race and Discrimination in Cuba’s ‘Special Period’ ” Alejandro de la Fuente states, “as in previous transitions, blacks will not quietly acquiesce to displacement or exclusion from a nation they helped create” (n.pag.).

Frustrated by the continued exclusion from the nation building process, blacks in Cuba have sought various strategies of resistance and adaptation to hold the republic accountable to promises made during the time leading up to its founding (Planas 89).  In this thesis, I will examine strategies applied by Afro-Cubans in response to national leaders who during periods of political transitions, failed to deliver on the colonial promise of “one” nation; raceless and non- discriminatory. 

Chapter one entitled “Cuba Libre,” will examine the construction of the conditional promise of freedom in exchange for Afro-Cuban participation in the Wars of Independence. Cuba had been fighting for independence from Spain since the 1830’s.  In 1868, Manuel Céspedes, a wealthy Creole sugar mill owner, organized a massive rebel movement that included his slaves who he freed to help with the insurrection. This led to the Ten Years War. The rebels were defeated, however, the spirit of independence continued along with growing international pressure to end the slave trade in Cuba and to emancipate all slaves. Approximately 500,000 slaves were imported to Cuba between 1812 and 1865.  In the 1850’s, the combination of Afro- Cuban freemen and slaves made the black population over fifty-six percent (Benson 26-27). Due to Haiti’s recent independence caused by a slave rebellion, many plantation owners were fearful of slaves overtaking the island if freed and therefore; were reluctant to emancipate their slaves (Jiménez 37-38). Through an agreement with the British, Spain abolished slavery in 1886, at a time when sugar profits had begun to decline and the nation was experiencing an economic depression.

During the time period of 1878 to1895, José Martí, a young writer, journalist and activist travelled to the United States to leverage support for the independence movement within the Cuban exile community (Kirk 48-49). While traveling around the United States, disgusted by the discriminatory treatment of blacks, Native Americans and Chinese, Martí was inspired to design a new social paradigm in his patria that would support social equality without regard to skin color or national heritage (107).  Upon his return to Cuba, Martí gained support for his vision of a free, united Cuba and was elected party leader of El Partido Revolucionario Cubano (the Cuban Revolutionary Party). Martí was killed in 1895 before his vision was realized. In 1898, the United States joined in the Cuban Independence War after it was believed that one of its naval ships, the USS Maine, was attacked by the Spanish, although later it was discovered that a boiler on the ship had exploded. In three months, the eager, young, U.S. navy had defeated the Spanish and gained ownership of Cuba, as well as Puerto Rico and the Philippines (Thomas 369). Cuba had traded one colonial master for another, as the U.S. did not formally grant sovereignty to Cuba until 1902 after integrating the Platt Agreement into the new nation’s constitution. This act allowed the U.S. military to occupy the island according to certain terms and conditions, one of which was the exclusion of Afro-Cubans in decision making capacities.

In response to their exclusion from the nation-building process by the new Cuban government, Afro-Cubans, especially veteran leaders from the independence wars, formed their own political party, the Partido Independiente de Color (PIC), in 1908 (Andrews 129). In 1910, Senator Martin Morúa Delgado, a mulatto, sponsored an amendment in the Cuban Congress to outlaw political parties composed of a single race. The general consensus in the literature regarding Morúa Delgado’s motivation is that he believed racial distinction in the new nation-state would only continue to fragment the social structure and impede “up-ward mobility” among Afro-Cubans (Helg 122). Others in the government simply viewed the organizing of a black political party as a potential threat to national security (Thomas 227). Consequently, over two hundred PIC party members were arrested and imprisoned (Andrews 129). In protest, remaining members of the PIC party planned an armed demonstration in Oriente Province in 1912 to overturn the Morúa Amendment. Militia of the Cuban government met them with a “campaign of extermination” and several thousand Afro-Cubans were killed, including most of the PIC leadership and rank and file, as well as bystanders, around 3,000 in total (Andrews 130). This event influenced social integration strategies later pursued by Afro-Cubans that ranged from public school integration campaigns to subversive expressions of African heritage through religion, dance, and music. 

            Chapter two, “Race and Revolution,” will focus on Fidel Castro’s rise to power on a wave of anti-Batista sentiment and his leveraging of Afro-Cuban loyalty in support of his “new society” (Strug 14). Ruben Fulgencio Batista Zaldívar seized military power of the Cuban nation on September 4, 1933 through the Revolt of Sergeants where he overthrew the government of Gerardo Machado (Sierra, “Batista” n.pag.). A mulatto from Oriente province, Batista offered an initial glimmer of hope for Afro-Cubans. However, even as President he faced racial discrimination, as he was not allowed to enter certain public and private facilities. The fact that even the President of Cuba encountered racial discrimination dampened the hopes for the realization of Martí’s dream of a Cuba based on the equality of all it’s citizens.

During his presidency, Batista was known for using brutal force against his opponents. In David Strug’s article, “Why Older Cubans Continue to Identify with the Ideals of the Revolution”, Alicia, a seventy-eight year old Afro-Cuban who participated in his interview, lived near a police station during the Batista era and recalls the “cries of jailed political prisoners”(n.pag.). She stated that “one felt the pain of these people being tortured. It was horrible”(n.pag.).  It is no surprise then that she and her neighbors were fearful of going out at night, especially if Batista was traveling through, “If you were caught on the block, they [the police] would round you up” (n.pag.). Living conditions among Afro-Cubans and others were also poor prior to the 1959 revolution. “Forty-five percent of Cubans had never been to school and half of them were malnourished to some degree. Most dwellings lacked running water, and most homes had dirt floors” (Strug n.pag.). The island’s elite were also frustrated with Batista for his on-going governmental control, brutal force against anyone who spoke out against him, the shutting down of the University of Havana after many student protests, and his preference for U.S. investors and members of the U.S. mob in opening large-scale gambling enterprises. Instead of re-investing revenue back into the economy and the nation’s general fund, Batista pocketed many corporate kick-backs for himself and members of his inner circle, enriching the quality of life for very few Cubans (Sierra, “Batista” n.pag.).

            Fidel, the son of a wealthy Spanish sugar planter and the former maid of his father’s first wife, became interested in social justice issues while pursuing a law degree at the University of Havana (A&E T.V. Network 1). Later a follower of former senator Eduardo Chibás who fought against government corruption within the Cuban political system, Castro began to shape his ideas about Cuban nationalism, anti-imperialism, and socialism (1-2).  In 1953, Castro “attacked the Moncada Army Barracks in Santiago on July 26” in his first attempt to overthrow Batista (Sierra, “Batista” n.pag.). Having failed, Fidel and several of his accomplishes were sent to prison while others were killed. Freed in 1955, Fidel and his brother Raúl went into exile in Mexico where he met Che Guevara and organized an insurgent plan. After a second failed attempt in 1956, Fidel and Che escaped to the Sierra Maestra Mountains to further organize. Finally on January 1, 1959, they triumphantly entered the streets of Havana. With some skepticism, most Cuban people were ecstatic that Batista was no longer in power.

Within his first hundred days of office, Fidel immediately implemented a Proclamation Against Racism and amended the laws to abolish racism, specifically outlawing racial discrimination and segregation. According to Sara Lobman’s article, “How Revolutionary Gov’t Outlawed Racist Discrimination,” blacks were now allowed to go into public spaces such as beaches, parks, pool clubs, schools, and hotels alongside of whites (n.pag). In a speech delivered on March 22 1959, Castro addressed the nation:

…are we a small people who need each other, need the effort of all, and are now to be divided into white and black?… Are we to be weak and also divided by color?…We have to uproot the last colonial vestiges, conscious of making that phrase of Marti a reality: he said it before, we have to repeat it now, that a Cuban is more than white, more than black, and we are Cuban. (Robaina, “20^th Century”102-103)

Clarence Luanes observes that the new law also minimized racial distinction by blacks, “any effort at expressed racial group consciousness for blacks as well as white Cubans, could and would be determined to be racist”(76).  Fred Quintano states, “… for Cuban blacks, with their grievances declared addressed by Fidel Castro, this meant that their claims for distinction was a threat to the regime and repressed” (11). The consequences of the suppression of grievances expressed by Afro-Cubans would become evident throughout Castro’s reign, particularly through economic disparities. However, immediately following the revolution, many Afro-Cubans interpreted Castro’s new order as an opportunity for them to achieve the social mobility they had been denied historically. For example, Carlos Eire’s shares an exchange with his Afro-Cuban housekeeper a few days after Fidel came to power when she says to him, “pretty soon you’re going to lose all this. Pretty soon you’ll be sweeping my floor. Pretty soon I’ll be seeing you at your fancy beach club, and you’ll be cleaning out the trash cans while I swim” (4).

Fidel launched an island-wide social campaign funded by the government that included compulsory education, healthcare, food and nutrition, public housing, and full employment. In education alone, “black educational advancement was most impressive … Afro-Cubans capitalized on the opportunities created by the post-1959 revolutionary government to such a degree that racial disparity in education almost disappeared” (Andrews 163).

Castro’s swift actions to modify the law to reflect his vision of Cuba proved that he had the power and the commitment to fulfill his promises for creating a new nation built on the principles of José Martí. In response, the Afro-Cuban community joined the revolutionary movement taking full advantage of Fidel’s social programs, active engagement in military affairs, and participation in the various unions of the Confederation of Cuban Workers. Gonzalez and McCarthy frame this exchange as a “social compact” that “the state promised to deliver a better life to its citizens in return for their support and devotion to the Revolution” (7).

Chapter 3, the “Soviet Withdrawal and its Impact on Race Relations” will analyze the negative impact of the sudden withdrawal of Soviet financial resources on racial equality within the nation and the rising voice of dissatisfied Afro-Cuban youth. Castro’s infusion of state funds to subsidize critical social programs supported his elimination of discriminatory practices and helped to reduce social hierarchies. According to Dr. Johnetta B. Cole:

…the primary cause of the oppression of black people in Cuba was an inegalitarian economic system …socialism struck at the heart of that cause. When unemployment was totally eliminated, it was the single most important blow against racism as it eliminated competition between workers for what had been a limited number of jobs. (9)

Thirty years after the revolution the quality of life of Afro-Cubans had improved significantly. According to Alejandro de la Fuente in “Recreating Racism: Race and Discrimination in Cuba’s ‘Special Period;’” life expectancy among Cubans of all races (i.e. black, mulatto and white) was close to that of developed countries, illiteracy was eliminated, the proportion of blacks and mulattos who had graduated from high school was higher than whites, and blacks and mulattos were well represented in the professional labor force, including composing 31% of workers employed in the Cuban medical field (n.pag).

            Social advancement for Afro-Cubans ended when the Soviet Union withdrew financial support to Cuba in 1987 and subsequently collapsed in 1991. These events led to great economic instability in Cuba, which in turn resulted in the return of racial hierarchies. Oil, consumer goods, agricultural products and other essentials needed for daily life and production disappeared almost overnight with very few available alternative suppliers (Pérez, “Cuba’s Special Period” n.pag.). Washington Post journalist Eugene Robinson states, “the whole country, used to middle class living standards, suddenly had had to endure an awful poverty. There was no gasoline to fuel the trucks that brought food from the countryside to the cities, so people were hungry for the first time since the Revolution” (154).

To manage the nation’s rapid downward spiral, Fidel instituted an austerity program that limited the allocation of goods (Pérez, “Cuba’s Special Period” n.pag.). He also allowed the in-flow of U.S. dollars to help boost the economy through remittances and private joint-ventures between the state and non-U.S. nationals (Fuente, “Recreating Racism” n.pag.). This process created a severe class distinction as whites, with greater ties in the Cuban Diaspora in Miami and others cities, tended to be the recipients of remittances (E. Robinson 35).  Fuente states that Afro-Cubans could not even benefit from paladares, restaurants inside of private homes, because many of them lived outside of the tourist routes in predominantly non-white housing projects that were deteriorating and had higher crime rates (“Recreating Racism”n.pag).  Quintano concludes, “the bifurcation of the Cuban economy in the early 1990’s into dollar and peso currencies and the increasing supremacy of the dollar in the Cuban economy has effectively created the conditions for the marginalization of black Cubans” (15).

In addition to the a new system to create private wealth, the government also faced no choice but to defund many of the social programs that had given Afro-Cubans a fair opportunity to advance such as adequate healthcare, education, housing, and guaranteed employment. Fuente notes that the commitment to racial discrimination also ended in the workplace as in the fury to attract foreign investments, particularly in the tourism industry, the Cuban government turned a blind eye as foreign firms only hired whites and very fair skinned mulattoes in hotels and casinos (A Nation, 321). A 2002 study by Cuba’s Center for Anthropology states that “whites accounted for 80 percent of the personnel in the tourist industry, compared with 5 percent for blacks” (Gonzales and McCarthy 58). 

With limited access to dollars to purchase basic goods such as fresh fruit, toilet paper, and appliances, Fuente states that Afro-Cubans fought the growing economic disparity through active participation in the emerging black market (A Nation, 326). Older Afro-Cubans like Alicia, “believe it is important for parents to teach their children about the energy and sacrifice on the part of her generation that went into building the revolution and sustaining it through difficult times, including the special period” (Strug n.pag.). However younger Afro-Cubans who were born after the revolution are waning in patience with the revolution’s motto of self-sacrifice while it ignores inequities. Eugene Robinson states:

Like it or not, the Cuban Revolution had produced, and now would have to deal with, a hip-hop generation- a cohort of young people who had no memory of life before the Special Period, who know all about the promises the Cuban Revolution had broken, and very little about the promises it had kept. (255)

Using the same social channels as the black market, Afro-Cuban youth in Alamar, one of the largest housing developments outside of Havana, began writing, performing, and recording hip-hop (E. Robinson106-107). Influenced by the African American sound that they heard over the airwaves from Miami, Afro-Cuban youth found a vehicle to express their frustration with failed government promises (E. Robinson 107). Raps like “¿Quién Tiró la Tiza?,” “Who threw the chalk,” by Clan 537 opened public dialogue about growing racial disparities as it asked the audience who would the teacher blame for throwing the chalk, the white son of a prominent doctor or the unknown black son of a sugar cane laborer (E. Robinson 205). Eugene Robinson further notes that, “Cuban hip-hop sounds as if it isn’t really about the music at all, but about the screwed-up present and the uncertain future of the nation” (107).  The government eventually tried to control the hip-hop movement after an incident at the Eighth Annual Alamar Rap Festival through the Cuban Rap Agency, however according to an interview with Papa Humbertico in “Havana Times,” journalist Yusimi Rodriguez learns that a strong underground movement still exists through social media (i.e. You Tube, Facebook, blogs) and black market export channels (n.pag). The Hip-Hop movement is even recognized in the mainstream as during the 15^th Annual Arturo Schomburg Symposium, Tomás Fernández Robaina, a researcher and professor in the National Library of Cuba credited the youth hip-hop movement with opening up new space for dialogue about race in Cuba (“The African”). 

 The transfer of power from Fidel to brother Raúl in 2008 symbolized yet another major transition in the continual development of the Cuban nation. More opened to private enterprise to stabilize the national economy, the government will be promoting self-employment or cuentapropistas to help keep people employed. However, without access to U.S. dollars to purchase supplies and secure necessary permits, Afro-Cubans will continue to be disadvantaged.

As one of the few remaining socialist countries in the world, Cuba is at a critical juncture as it strives to define how it will manage the transition from its “redistribution revolution that benefitted the lot of the Cuban people” and its archaic “powerful state apparatus” into a free enterprise system to sustain its economy (Gonzalez and McCarthy 5). Assumed to be complete loyalists to the revolution’s government for all of its advances, Afro-Cubans are a great topic of discussion among international diplomats and political scientists interested in the future of Cuba. According to the official Cuban 2002 census, 34.9 percent of the11.2 million population is black and of mixed race ancestry. Most Cuban academics however increase the estimation to between 60 and 70 percent black or mulatto (Grogg, Racism n.pag.). Gonzales and McCarthy state “that Afro-Cubans taken together make up close to half the island’s population should give black and mulatto representatives political clout with which to press for greater racial equality in business and government” (65). Currently however, “Afro-Cubans occupy 33 percent of the seats in the National Assembly of People’s Power, and nine of the 31 members of the Council of State” the most powerful political body (Gonzales and McCarthy 60). Furthermore, Afro-Cubans only make up two Ministers of the 40-memnber Council of Ministers, 2 out of 15 provincial First Secretaries of the Communist Party of Cuba, 0 of the 15 Presidents of the Provincial Assemblies of People’s Power, 0 of the 10 top generals or senior posts in the Revolutionary Armed Forces, and 5 of the 24- member Political Bureau of the Communist Party of Cuba (61).  What will be the place of Afro-Cubans in a new future state?

On July 8^th, I received an early morning call from the doctor informing me that my test results were positive for Coronavirus. I tested because I had mild symptoms that I thought were seasonal allergies and my dad wanted me to be “safe than sorry.” Asymptomatic with allergies or COVID showed up in my bodies masked as allergies. Bottom line, I was infected with COVID-19. Thank goodness my gut told me to stay home on the 4^th or I could have endangered my family. Contradictory feelings of fear and relief fell over me as I hung up the phone. Thankfully I am still doing well and just about on the other side. Sharing these words of reflection to process and offer HOPE.  

After three and a half months of following all of the rules of staying at home and socially distancing, I needed a break. I needed a chance to be with me without the constant intrusion of others’ emotions reacting to this epic moment.    

Not only are we in a global health pandemic, but a social pandemic – one of reckoning morality for systemic crimes against humanity, crimes against Black people, crimes rooted in a system of colonization that has been illusionary from the start. An authentic nation of freedom and equality “for all” cannot be created through the stealing of land, human trafficking, mass murder, and violent oppression of others. Yet reconciliation is a bitch.

Before the tragic murder of George Floyd, Coronavirus was unearthing the effects of systemic racism as Black bodies began unveiling proof of its collective impact in hospital ICU’s, under ventilators, and in pop-up morgues. Like inoperable bullets lodged in the bodies, underlying health conditions such as asthma, hypertension, diabetes, sickle cell, and obesity began truth-telling stories of:

• Chronic stress from daily micro-aggressions at work, in public, through frequent or anticipated police interactions;
• Respiratory diseases from living in poor air-quality communities due to historic patterns of environmental injustice such as oil drilling, cell phone towers, auto repair shops, chemical dry cleaners, and meat processing plants, etc.;
• Hypertension and Diabetes from limited fresh food choices in addition to chronic stress. Why is establishing community gardens so controversial in low-income communities?;
• Lack of affordable housing leading to overcrowded conditions, especially when everyone is home;
• Greenspace and recreational inequities that hamper access to daily exercise and respite in nature like found in other communities; and
• Workplace discrimination that creates apartheid conditions for people of color.

The visible death of George Floyd, with millions at home to watch – unknowingly witnessing the particularities of a Jim Crow public lynching ceremony, was the match that lit the tinderbox in the streets, starting a take-down movement of markers of historical injustice, bringing to the forefront a roaring fire that has been raging in the womb of the nation since at least 1492.

Telling of so many truths of the Black experience buried in the soul to survive began all emerging at once. Righteous anger in the streets. More than 100,000 people dead in 90 days from one cause. Hate intensifying. Growing number of people unhoused on the streets. Black women dying in the “safety” of their homes. Youth committing suicide. Stuck at home feeling helpless against the magnitude. It became too much. I needed to drive. I needed to be in the desert – a hostile landscape that always tests my humanity and will.    

A “walk-about” in the desert is an annual ritual. Normally I go in August, one of the hottest months when I know the heat is unforgiving yet purifying. But I couldn’t wait. Plus the forecast was for triple digits – perfect. I needed the wisdom of its majestic mountain ranges that have seen the toiling of civilizations, the knowledge of the sage and other greenery that find ways to survive through the dry cracks of the earth – regenerating each year. I needed to sit with an Elder who has experienced life and has lived long enough to find humor to see the long-term- game beyond short-term reactions. I also needed to connect to a water source. To me, water in the desert offers a well-spring of hope. So I broke free from quarantine for a personal retreat. On the way back stopped at the Colorado, the source of L.A.’s water, and paid respect and to ask for coolness to moisturize the dry-heated energy that was spreading so much anger and division within families, communities, and the nation.

For my mental wellness, it was worth it. Yet in taking all precautions, somewhere in the journey Lady Corona and I crossed paths. Our fate was inevitable. In fact, predictable given I went to the desert to break free of fears attaching to me in these times.

Still in quarantine, I am doing well. Blessed. Recovery has been a collective effort of family, close friends, and faith. I even saw my Grandma in heaven pray for me.  And I honor (difficult at times) the voice of the Guardian Angel who watches over me: Breathe… Sit still. . . Surrender . . .            

But THIS Moment isn’t about any one person. We ARE in this together. Here are a few self-reflections that I hope may help you navigate through these times.  Writing them helped remind me of what I can control and what I need to continue to release. I pray no one gets infected. I pray we all meet up in person this time next year when we can give thanks for life, grieve all losses, and celebrate small wins as we continue to strive making systemic change that this period’ s sacrifice is calling for.

Mental Preparation

Reduce the hate. Limit exposure to the news and social media. By now you have your opinion on this Administration and its communication strategy to create division. Don’t help them spread further mental fecal matter. Bully’s and psychopaths feed off of attention.

Find your cause. There are a lot of needs in the world right now. Find one cause and go deep- not wide trying to do too many things where you get overwhelmed and paralyzed. For example, distribute food to seniors or people with limited ability, collect and distribute art-projects for people experiencing homelessness isolating in Project RoomKey or even those permanently housed in PSH, become a pen-pal for people in prison, increase technology access to low-income households to help survive social isolation . . . Lot’s to do, but pick one. Forgive yourself for not keeping up with it all – conserve your energy and work on YOUR cause.

Find your joy. Spend at least a half hour on your joy and don’t let anyone judge your choice. If you want to make sourdough bread or walk on the beach at sunset (wear a mask) – do it. My joy is taking care of my plants – houseplants and vegetables; learning pest management & staying vigilant for hornworms on my tomatoes.

Decide to stay. Every day brings news of a newly departed soul. The bottled up grief may sound like a call to depart the planet now, BUT I ask you to resist. Fight to stay. Let the universe and everyone in it know your intention to stay on this planet through this pandemic and beyond. If you find any resistance in saying this take note and reach out to a mental health specialist or trusted support circle.  We need your talents and strengths to rebuild humanity.

Spiritual Preparation

Not a curse. I don’t accept that this virus is a curse but it is a wake-up call. I respect it like I do a rattlesnake. To me, the virus is an energy awakening our deadend soul to the destruction of our collective behavior. In its destruction, it has created a reset, a pause, a release, and re-imagination. Watch judgement.  

Lean into faith. My Ifa practice, spiritual family, and biological family have been by rock through this. Lean into your faith. How is your faith guiding you? What is it asking of you? Have you done it? Do you pray/mediate/connect to your inner power each day? Do you talk with your ancestors? Do you have a prayer circle? Build your support system now. None of us will get through any of this alone. We need community. Build your “spiritual immune system.”  

Talk with Elders. Talk with elder family or community members about their life experience through trying times. It helps to hear stories of victory in the midst of war. If no one to talk too, turn off the computer and read a good biography or autobiography as most people have had to overcome hardships. I am reading “Working the Roots: Over 400 years of traditional African-American Healing”by Michele E. Lee, learning many stories from elders who worked the land for medicine.   

Make your house a home. With the intrusion of Zoom, we must resist “professionalizing” our homes. Now more than ever your home needs to be a sanctuary. Clear out clutter and other aspects that may cause stress. And don’t over clean with harsh chemicals. Open windows and doors every day to allow air to flow through and take out any stifling energy. Burn sage or Palo Santo or other purifying herbs or incense to clear out negativity. Recharge your crystals under the proper moon cycle (not my area of expertise but works). Grow plants, play music, make art for the walls.  If you live with roommates, focus on your immediate living space, while maybe making suggestions through a “family” meeting.

Love yourself up. Our bodies have absorbed so much just since March, compounded on whatever was going on in our lives before then and since then. Rest, eat breakfast in bed, take a fun bath with favorite essential oils and petals and honey and whatever else. If you don’t have a tub, get a large plastic basin and fill it up. After you shower, use a smaller bowl or calabash to dip into the basis and pour on your “magic” over yourself then pat dry, but let the essence that you created linger. Yes you may have rose petals and other things in interesting places but who cares. ***Note self-love is different than over-indulgence. Monitor excessive use of alcohol, sex, drugs, food, gambling, sweets, etc. These may be self-anesthesia- not love. Don’t numb out. Find healthy ways to cope.

Awaken you. Start doing or at least identifying the real things you want to do. Be honest and shake up ideas of what is “enough” or expected. I mean we are in the midst of a global shut-down, toppling of long-standing confederate statutes and burning, demands to defund the police or at least re-image are being discussed, and North Carolina just offered an apology and plan for reparations. When would there be a better time to awaken the YOU desiring to be born?

Physical Preparation

Maximize Protection. Wear a mask. A clean one every day over your nose. Socially distant. Wash your hands – 20 secs in between your fingers and your wrists. Self-quarantine with any symptoms (dehydration, sore throat, sudden tiredness, difficulty in breathing, cough, etc.). Get tested.

Have a plan. Just as you prepare for a natural disaster, prepare for self-quarantine/isolation. If you live with others, what is the designated quarantine room? Do you have access to your own bathroom? Create a “go bag” with a 14 to 21 day supply of personal hygiene, Tylenol, disinfectants, cell phone charger, etc. Is there someone who can pick up your mail and take-out your garbage? Are you signed up for Instacart or can someone buy groceries for you? Make a plan. P.S.: If self isolating at home is not possible or unsafe – know at least L.A. County has resources.

Move. Exercise for at least 30 minutes a day. Keep your lungs active. Breathing meditations are great. So is walking, dancing, yoga, biking, swimming, cleaning house, drumming, anything to move and work your lungs.

Eat Healthy. Check with your grandma (or a nutritionist) about old-school healthy food choices to build your immune system. Choices like honey tea (T/U Damian – my brother), homemade chicken soup, greens (really good reason to start a garden) and fresh fruits, nuts, etc. Also stay hydrated with water, herbal teas, melons, . . .  Reduce foods that cause mucus build-up like dairy products. Black Women For Wellness has great resources (https://www.bwwla.org/v2019/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Herbalism-2_compressed.pdf) and there are many IG gurus who can offer suggestions- but I would start with Grandma.

Rest. Make sure you are getting enough restful sleep. Also if you are tired during the day, figure out a way to pause and rejuvenate. Naps may not be practical – although if working from home a 20 min. snooze may help- so look into meditations, walks outside, coloring, calls with a good friend, anything to turn off the mind. You want your body in the best fighting position for you.

Don’t push through. This was a hard one for me. Even before I was trying to let go but would become critical of myself for not doing enough and would start packing my schedule with calls and Zoom events. Now, I have no choice. I have to conserve energy so before each task, I ask – will this bring me joy? If not, for now I ignore, send a little email back declining, or setting up follow through for a future date. Now is not the time for 60 hour work weeks, 10 back-to-back Zoom meetings, and other “activity” of distraction to present being busy or significant in this time. Our performance culture has to end- it is stopping us from the rest and deep work we need to be doing. Find ways to resist and set boundaries. Honor your spirit and your body. They will be you BEST defense to push back against this virus.

This virus impacts everyone differently. It shows up and then shapeshifts. Even when you “get it” you are not immune to a re-infection. It has invaded all aspects of our life. Yet we have power over it, especially when we address it collectively, all doing our part.

                               Stay well. Keep your joy. Act with purpose. Lead with love.                

Such as nature loves to hide, I imagine the Yoruba (Nigeria, West Africa) goddess Oshún hiding in a palm grove with her back to the sea as the newly birthed American Navy enters the waters of Cuba for the first time during the 19^th Century. Inspired by the Monroe Doctrine to take what is seen, I can hear Oshún laugh looking in her golden mirror as she watches the sailors fight the currents to come ashore with determination in their eyes. Oh, who is this now, she must think after being subjected to the barbaric grasp of the Spanish for over 300 hundred years and several flirtatious attempts for her attention by the British. For fun she spins around and approaches them singing her own praise songs as she bewitches them with the shaking of her sultry hips to the intoxicating rhythm of the batá drum, and the sneak peeks of her firm breasts that poke through the layers of gold and brass necklaces that adorn her neck and arms. Spellbound they fall into the honey grasp of her hands, temporarily forgetting their mission to cultivate the wildness of nature. Oshún laughs pleased that she has shown the animation of this place that they thought was full of dead matter. (Class paper – Yeye Oshún: African archetypes in discovering the anima of the new world’s soul, April 26, 2013)

People laugh – or are offended – at me when I say Coronavirus is the spiritual agent of a Black Mother scorned, like flying beetles rising out of the bow of the earth to seek revenge on human culture that has treated her and the totality of her beings as dead matter without soul. Throughout history she has sent warnings to the current civilization of when humans were out of alignment and too indulging beyond the borders of their plentiful harvests – floods, earthquakes, fires, tsunamis, deadly viruses, sexual disease, child mortality, etc. – and in many situations humans adjusted. But now we have a feral human species that arrogantly believes through technology we are smarter than nature; than God, and the feminine energy that rules the earth domain. And now we are experiencing an explosion of human consciousness uprising.

Right before quarantine – the social conversation centered on war of words, will and action regarding the inclusion of people experiencing homelessness into “our neighborhoods.” Even with the outbreak of Coronavirus – people were risking catching the disease by coming out of their homes- unmasked – truthful in how they felt and whom they were – to protest hotels that wanted to participate in Project RoomKey. Even to this day, people experiencing homelessness –especially unsheltered, have a lower infection rate due to their segregation from society. People experiencing homelessness –like Black Americans in our collective imagination – have been the projected scapegoat of inter-generational wounds metastasizing in the American psyche. They were/are so hated and feared because as long as we could encased them as a banished people- the other – we feel of meaning, of success defined by American masculine capitalists’ norms.

How enslavement spread through racism

The irony is that this need of acceptance and holding onto status on the chain of American hierarchy is our collective slave chain. It is the hook that shackles our pursuit of mental liberation to manifest our spiritual destinies and fulfill our hearts desire by doing what brings us pleasure. We so want to please the invisible gatekeeper whom we empower to deal the hands of fate verse our own fierce, smart, powerful personal heads- Oris, higher consciousness.  We believe that as long as we hold certain position, title, class membership, zip code, education pedigree, hairstyle, body-weight, speaking tones – the Joker will allow us to be. This is American Capitalism’s greatest illusion.

This time of anarchy – of uprising – of discomfort is shattering the glass that upholds the United States House of Cards and reflects the artificial social construct where skin color and places of natural origin – not class even if you are white and born into poverty – that has scaled up White privilege on the necks of everyone else. These roots run deep. They are entrenched into the American soil over a layering of five hundred years.

Like a five year old who dreams of being a super hero, the wounded European entered this land seeking revenge and power to overcome the shame of his Dark Ages, the bastardization of his culture through the spreading of the Caucasoid slave trade and African invasions, the permanent class structure that supported monarchies on the beaten backs of even the most intelligent and ambitious persons, and the limitations on innovating new religious thoughts. Dressed in a man’s body, this five year old traveled the seas to prove his greatness to all who doubted him, reifying his insecurities and projecting them onto the people of a land new to him and where he arrogantly slaughtered and enslaved so he could not be king. When that no longer filled his hording desires, he then raped the West Coast of African and stole communities to sell into the borders of his fantasized New World. And when those subjected to his cruelty “screamed” – as did the burning body hoisted into a tree in a communal sacrificial lynching ceremony  in James Baldwin’s Go Tell it To the Man– our male-boy laughs and sadistically smiles as human torture has become his reflection of power.

This inner fragmentation of the early White settlers/conquerors/looters/thugs – has now crystalized into bacterial form or a gene mutation that poisons the minds of the collective. It is the brain disease that kills the feminine found inside healthy men and women alike – similarly to how crack cocaine and methamphetamine kills brain cells and certain functions of the human mind. It is a disease that splinters the human family and justifies the dehumanization and segregation of those of us who do not fit the imagio in the psyche of an engendered archetype of a festering, walking oozing wound of toxic masculinity finding hosts in wounded and insecure souls – many of whom, but not all – are men attached to whiteness found in wolf packs for power and whom use weapons to sexually perform, to ejaculate.

She who screams and calls for change

As a real maternal energy of the earth – not the Marion images of patriarchal religions- but the creating mother who holds life and death in her hands– another of her special children were sacrificed to demonstrate her displeasement with what we call “normal”. As a captive audience she hosted the perfect performance for us to see, to feel, to experience the slow dying that is happening each and every 8 mins and 46 seconds across this country and this world.  Mother has had enough and now must be appeased.

So out of the mouth of babes, comes truth to power. Out of the bodies of youth – comes a willingness to sacrifice their health (in the spread of COVID) if not their lives, to fight for a future that allows them to exist without the constraints of imprisoning structures or oppression based on skin color instead of the content of our character. The universal police are checking the man-created police force whose job is to maintain the current social structure. And children are tugging on their Mothers’ bosoms asking why do they support such structures. And I am sure male-childs attached to whiteness are like deer in headlights, confused as they were already stunned by the rising “(eco)(woman)feminism and Me too conversation.” Now their power of race is questioned.

Where do we go from here?

All created in a mother’s womb, all living in the womb of the earth- we all have a responsibility to be caretakers of the World’s Soul and she is deeply wounded.

We all have a role and must continue to call for the dismantlement of structures and institutions constructed as gatekeepers of systemic racism. The roulette machines that privilege the 1% while keeping the 99% striving to achieve – staying one notch above the one below and using skin color as a justifying factor. This includes transformative change to our dependence and current structuring in our expectations around policing, housing, education, physical healthcare, behavioral health, gender, nation-state, familial and other institutional agents of the disease of racism. Start in your own workplace understanding complicity in your situation. Look at your leadership, your customers, your suppliers and consultants, look at your founder, the neighborhood you are located in to help identify and begin brave conversations of change.

We must re-engage the ancestors of our past. For white readers – it is not okay to use an excuse that your family history is too painful to study – trust me we know – our family history is made up of that pain and we look back anyway to heal. Instead we all must accept responsibility that few of us have actually studied our own family lineages. We may decorate the front door for Dia de Los Muertos or we may recite stories sold in a history book to project our pain or reason our circumstances, but few and far between know the names going back seven generations. This is our responsibility to appease the Mothers and begin healing the broken bones of humanity. Trace your privilege. If you are living in the United States, in California, in Los Angeles right now – you are more privileged than you know- be honest and trace how that happened. Start sketching a family tree of names and events.

Finally, we must bring in joy to tolerate working through the pain. Dialogues, writing, poetry, visual arts, yoga, dance, music, Blues singing – bring in the joy to WORK THROUGH the pain. We- collectively- are not immune from doing “Our Work” (personal communication with Iya Sobande Greer) Osun/Oshun is the deity of joy- she brings this manifestation through abundance and wealth as medicine to create self-love and functioning structure of humanity. She is the one over the Mothers and she is handing us a mirror to see who we are.