Thursday, October 31, 2024

THURSDAY THOUGHTS: WHY I VOTE

Few of us can say that our ancestors were already here, when Columbus got lost in 1492. Some, like him, had their trips here, financed. Others were viciously stolen or sold, and brought here to be slaves. Some agreed to be indentured servants. Many fled oppression, war, famine, and lack of opportunities for a future. 

History matters. The more you know, perhaps, the more compassion, understanding, and empathy you’ll have for others. Knowing about one’s ancestors, and all that they suffered, overcame, and sacrificed makes you grateful. Mine, on both sides, made Louisiana home.


This is my paternal great-great grandmother, Emma Dean Martin Hamilton. The year she was born, the 1855 Louisiana gubernatorial election was the second election to take place under the Louisiana Constitution of 1852. As a result of this election, Robert C. Wickliffe became governor of Louisiana. He reduced funds for public education, advocated the spread of slavery to the islands of the Caribbean, and the removal of free people of color from the state— lest they be a negative influence on slaves.


“Louisiana, looking to find a more straightforward method to exempt whites, created the Grandfather Clause in 1898 which allowed those who were able to vote before 1867, and those whose fathers or grandfathers could vote before 1867, to skip the tests and taxes. As no Blacks could vote in Louisiana before 1867 (the year in which the Reconstruction Act ordered universal male suffrage), the grandfather clause excluded Blacks in an explicit manner, thus, in theory, avoiding the ire of the Supreme Court and Northern Congressmen. Additionally, the enactment of the Grandfather Clause avoided national scrutiny because the national media was preoccupied with the coinciding outbreak of the Spanish-American War." ~BlackPast.org


This is my maternal grandmother, Ethel Mae Johnson Washington. She was born on Cinclare Sugar Mill Plantation (Cinclare Central Factory) in Brusly, Louisiana, in 1898–only 35 years after Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation. On June 11, 1970, the state of Louisiana finally ratified the 19th Amendment. My grandmother, a teacher, could not cast her first vote for president until 1972. She was 74 years old. 



This is my paternal grandmother, Spencena “Rose” Hurstian (Herstain? Hersin?) Williams. She was born in Red Cross, Louisiana in Pointe Coupee Parish, Louisiana in 1910.  (I’d love to know more about her father, Charles.)

At 62 years of age, she cast her first vote in a presidential election.

"Between 1887 and 1892, Alabama, Arkansas, Florida, Georgia, Louisiana, Mississippi, Maryland, North Carolina, Kentucky, Tennessee, and Virginia refused equal access to African Americans on public accommodations and transportation. These laws forced Blacks to sit in the back of the bus, on separate cars in trains, and in the balcony at theaters, for example. From this period on, segregation became a rigid legal system separating the races from cradle to grave—including segregated hospital facilities, cemeteries, and everything in between—no longer tolerating any flexibility in the racial interactions that had previously existed."

This is my paternal great-grandmother, Nellie Gordon Martin. She was born on Australia Plantation, in Louisiana, in 1887. 

The first implicit literacy test was South Carolina's notorious "eight-box" ballot, adopted in 1882. Voters had to put ballots for separate offices in separate boxes. A ballot for the governor's race placed in the box for the Senate seat would be thrown out. The order of the boxes was continuously shuffled, so that literate people could not assist illiterate voters by arranging their ballots in the proper order. The adoption of the secret ballot constituted another implicit literacy test, since it prohibited anyone from assisting an illiterate voter in casting his vote. In 1890, Southern states began to adopt explicit literacy tests to disenfranchise voters. This had a large differential racial impact, since 40-60% of blacks were illiterate, compared to 8-18% of whites. Poor, illiterate whites opposed the tests, realizing that they, too, would be disenfranchised." 

This is my paternal great-grandmother, Aydell (Census enumerators wrote Idal and Idella) Seals Williams. She was born in Louisiana in 1882. 


It’s a shame that a law is required to ensure the right of every eligible citizen to cast a ballot. It should be a given, but it’s where America has been, and unfortunately, here we are. People are actually burning ballot boxes in some states, and voters are being removed from rolls, in others. 



This is my maternal great-grandmother, Amanda Mims Godfrey Washington. She was born in Mississippi in 1855. She lived in St. Landry, and Baton Rouge, Louisiana.

(Did you note those surnames? Yes. Those Washingtons were in Virginia, before they settled in Louisiana...and my great-great grandfather's name was--you guessed it--George.)

When I look at the photos of my grandmothers—all natural-born, law-abiding citizens—I marvel at the strength they must have had.




#whyivote



Wednesday, October 30, 2024

WEDNESDAY THOUGHTS : REPRESENTATION



“Puerto Rico
You lovely islandIsland of tropical breezesAlways the pineapples, growingAlways the coffee blossoms, blowingAnd the money owingAnd the babies cryingAnd the people tryingI like the island, ManhattanSmoke on your pipe, and put that in!
I like to be in AmericaOkay, by me in AmericaEverything free in America
(for a small fee in America)."

Originally, the lyrics were "You ugly island". There was also erroneous mention of tropical diseases.

Lyrics heard first (on Broadway) in 1957, and 1961 (on film), written by Stephen Sondheim (who confessed that, until his participation in the production, he had never even met anyone from Puerto Rico) and Leonard Bernstein, are being used in 2024 to justify bad jokes. 

Anita, a character, portrayed BY award-winning actress, Rita Moreno, sang “America”. She and her dancing friends believed those words. 

Anita bashed her homeland. Not Rita

In the film version, the assault in the candy store, and death of Bernardo, made Anita reconsider just how great her adopted homeland actually was. She quickly changed her tune. (Listen to “A Boy Like That”.) 

Anita got a rude awakening. 

Those lyrics she so arrogantly sang about Puerto Rico, are still searchable. Anita bashed Puerto Rico. That doesn't mean that Rita co-signed. The song, however, informed and cemented some people's opinions, and they think a mere song gives them license to bash the "lovely island", too. 

Rita Moreno has spoken of her struggles with low self worth, and how she reluctantly took on stereotypical, ethnic roles to make a living, and build a career. This role, however, she wanted, but not if it meant denigrating her people. She'd seen the Broadway musical that preceded the film version. She said that the disparaging words about her place of birth, would not come out of her mouth. 

Representation matters, but it also matters what you agree to present, once given an opportunity. The picture you paint may be construed as common, normal, truth, facts, accurate, or reality. How you present, may not only be used against you, but be cast as the norm for everyone who looks like you. 

There’s a reason why groups of people are seen as monolithic. When even one person says, does, likes, wants, or believes a thing, it’s assumed that ALL people like them, will follow suit. That’s how tropes are born.

It’s funny how the focus is on what Anita, Consuelo, and the ladies sang about America, in that West Side Story dance number, but not the lived experiences and complaints of the guys, in their musical defense of Puerto Rico. The Sharks hit back with the truth about living in America as an immigrant.

Demeaning, changing, or rejecting any part of yourself—or your culture—at the direction, or suggestion of others, is tricky. People will insist on certain behaviors from you, that make them comfortable. They’ll lump you into categories based on their ignorance or inexperience, and gaslight YOU into thinking the jokes they make, tropes they use, and satire they attempt, isn’t about you. Don't be fooled. They mean you, too. To the infamous “they”, there are no “good ones”. Anything that contradicts their narrative, has to be made fun of, scrutinized, or erased. 

It's vitally important who gets to tell your story, and write your history.

Trying to fit into spaces and places where you are disrespected or dehumanized, to your face, but expected to laugh, agree, and be supportive of people and systems that blatantly disregard you, has to be exhausting. 

How deep is the delusion of those who continue to defend ANYTHING that disenfranchises, demeans, and hates them, but courts them only when there’s labor to be done, art to be made, or votes to be counted? 

It’s fascinating what some people will support.

"Dixie"? Really?...never mind.

Tuesday, October 29, 2024

TUESDAY THOUGHTS: TELEVISION

“What if, by chance, we got out of our own way?”


 






















“Caregiving is about dignity.”