My thoughts to my class this week:
I’m always reading. Whether for class or enjoyment, I
bury myself in books. Maybe I don’t lead an interesting life. But I love big
books and I cannot lie… Well anyways, I was reading through some HIV related
material the other night when I found something that was in its own way related
to our class, more specifically to our folks who presented on Santeria this
week. I’m fascinated by this belief system in how Africans who were sold
into slavery brought their beliefs with them to the Americas and found a way to
incorporate their beliefs alongside the beliefs of their masters /
tormenters. The symbolism changed but it was still very much their own
and of their own making. It was something they could hold onto, something from
their own heritage. Santeria lives on. I’ve seen some of their altars;
specifically I have a good friend who at the time had a beautiful altar in his
home. Offerings of food and liquor, cigars and candles and so much
imagery, some much implied meaning. It was somewhat overwhelming, but my friend
was patient in explaining the particular Orishas and their functions and
duties. There are many Orishas, but in the end I think my favorite is
Eleggua. A couple of years ago I visited a botanica in Washington DC and found
his image there. So he now sits in my home and guards the way for me.
Again I digress; I was reading
this weekend and came upon some material related to HIV involving the Orisha –
Babalu Aye. He was originally associated with being Lord of Smallpox. In times
past, persons afflicted with smallpox would pray to him for healing. Well, as
we all know, smallpox is a thing of the past, but what was interesting to me is
that Babalu Aye is now sought after by worshippers who are looking to be healed
from HIV/AIDS. Prayers and offerings are offered to him in the hopes of
healing. Times change and so do the functions of various deities. In this way,
he remains relevant and up to date.
I shared with you the other evening about how I was
struggling inside with what has taken place in Boston. I’ve been searching for
words to express some of what I am processing. I don’t “get” violence, I mean,
I understand it on some level, but at least for me, this is something that is
so alien to me and the way I conduct my life.
I was schooled and brought up to believe the Golden Rule. And I do, I
believe that we should do unto others as we want them to do unto us, and I find
that when I practice this in my own life, that I’m better for it. That’s what makes these violent acts so
horrific to me. I’m still trying to find my own words, but until I do, I
really like the perspective that Tim
Wise has shared just recently. And herein is maybe another lesson for us as a
class. The link is here: http://www.timwise.org/2013/04/terrorism-and-privilege-understanding-the-power-of-whiteness/
And if you are so inclined, you’ll read a perspective that in my
opinion deserves to be considered.
I hope everyone has a good week.
Namaste’
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