segunda-feira, 10 de outubro de 2011

Challenging the Cognizant Mind: A Reponsable Action

More than 517 years after the arrival of Cristoforo Colombo, honoring and celebrating suffering with the vision of economic development and cultural affray continues to structure our conversations. The systematic understanding, acknowledgment and production of inequalities, human rights violations, gender/racial/ economic oppression dissolves in the submissive avoidance of public action.

In a nation acknowledged as civilized, the question of weather we should celebrate the encounter "two worlds" as a national representation of American values is lamentable.  The governmental and societal understandings of why we deem to celebrate, and furthermore, why we continue to allow such celebration in the anti-genocidal, human rights, and post-exploitation era needs to challenged.



The Old vs The New-World 

The division of two different nation-states contends the globalization process as a direct product of European arrival. The New-World becomes new, when the the subsequent European power can explore its physical, cultural, and spiritual body. Geography, as a set measurement of global celebration shortfalls the constructed idea of  global networks and cultural development. Much evidence exists about non-European elites arriving into what we now now as the Americas. Archaeologists have argued for policy reform in regards to the several cases involving Chinese boats, African men, and other old world plebites as the introductory cultures of global collison. Furthermore, if Colombo inaugurated the true globalization of the world, then we must redefine our definitions of globalization in terms of power structures, economic lines, and the racial implications of it.

The Economic Development of the Americas

The economic development of of Abya-Yala, [land in its full maturity] has being that of an indubitable production of wealth verticalities where the pre-established northern lands [those in the located above the equator]  systemically locate themselves on the top.

Such idea of the top has created a Utopian image of economic prosperity of the Americas. The development of a plutocrat free-market industry has not allowed for the economic development of all Latin-American countries which compromises 21,069,500 km² (7,880,000 sq mi), almost 3.9% of the Earth's surface. Compare that to the US's 3.79 million square miles (9.83 million km2) The US has ha GDP of of $14.53 trillion for 2010 compared to that of Latin-American which is 5.16 trillion. Even in a nation facing economic recession, the beneficiaries of wealth production through a introduced system continues to allude. The Wall street protests have a substantial reason.

Economic recession is among the top 100 most googled words of 2010-2011. How is this economic development helping us all? In a local, national and international perspective such celebration is economically miscalculated.

If we celebrate this day as means of economic capacity, we again fail.


The Qualmish Celebration of Progress

In Latin America, 200 million people live in poverty -- 81 million of them in extreme poverty -- but the economy has posted gains in eight of the last nine years. The proportion of indigenous peoples in the region living in poverty – at almost 80 percent – did not change much from the early 1990s to the early 2000s and continues to increase in the 21st century. In most of Latin-America, 80 percent of Afro-descendants live in extreme poverty.

Searching for the economic disparities in Latin-America will give this accessible information very easily. Historic and current produces of marginalization are the qualmish of this celebration. Most Latin-Americans live in poverty. To acknowledge the encounter of worlds as eliminators of famine for indigenous peoples living in depleted environmental areas is a true fallacy. Nevertheless, to assume the corrupt enslavement of African peoples as evidence production of wealth for all is simply a palpable anomalous insult.

To geographically disfranchised this perspective, it is important to mention that the numbers of disparities in the United States against the original inhabitants are equated to that of the rest of Abya-Yala. Should I even mention the situation of African-American/Black communities, or such issues not longer exists?


Why do we insist to negate oppression when such images are constant and persistent. Morally progress can not be celebrated.It is objectively disheartening. Economically poignant. And politically invested.


They Call it Civilization

If civilization crosses our consciousness for celebrating the metaphorical, religious, and physical impose of colonization the we must reflect in the current wars, genocide, police violence, death penalty and execution of our current modern-state. How would Indian populations challenge such perception of civilization when compared to sacrifices and "inhumane" rituals. Is death penalty a ritual with more a more constructed moral argument? How about the responsibility that the state and society has to keep America children from dying of poverty? Is that a form of modern-state sacrifice?


Challenging Action

We must refuse our governmental bodies to continue using dialect of Columbus day as an event worth of celebrating. It affects most of us the 99% in the US and the rest of Abya-Yala. Why do we continue to invest in it?

Indigenous issues in progressive, ethnic, and politically active communities has been overlooked. Arguments such as "they are not that many" "they are only ancestral beings" "I am a mestizo, so I seeks mestizo consciousness and politics" "it is not that important, lets focus in poverty." Nevertheless, almost no one will disagree that indigenous communities have being exploited and margnalized and celebrating this day is wrong in many different levels. 

The inclusion of a genocidal day in our nation's calendars, major events and public school day-offs means something. It allows people to recognize that celebrating pain and violence is completely acceptable. It allows ethnic based agendas to argue that we should celebrate Italian heritage when those forms of celebration replicate our world's tragic history. It allows several Latina/o and African-American agendas to acknowledge the issue, as an "indian" problem and therefore not addressing it.

We must not allow projections of the past to become mystified and solidified in an "far away" world which is more current than ever. The issue of celebrating the root of many modern problems in our families, communities and nations needs to re-addressed and valued differently.

We must seriously demand our governments this issue as extremely important. Indigenous and Afro-descendant communities must be acknowledge as the true representations of celebration. We did not perish, we did not die of disease, slavery, rape, murder and exploitation. We are present more than ever and we need the solidarity from all. How can we demand the United States to provide rights to our communities, when we annually celebrate the most basic form of human rights violation through the celebration of a historic figure that brightly arrived to this land.

How can we continue to understand celebration through the perception of the holocaust entity. It is a matter of the cognizant mind that must become active in addressing the basic issues of our society. Lets begin by de-colonizing what we understand as celebration.

In an era of major protests against the system of free markets - those peoples that constitute the legacy  of American repression should be leading those movements while seeking freedom and a better life. How can we do that, when we are eventfully reminded that our nations, governments and leaders continue to address such issue as an anniversary worth of Presidential proclamation and advocacy. 








 

terça-feira, 27 de setembro de 2011

Ni de Aqui, Ni de Alla - Self Destructive Contructivism

Me dicen que soy de aca, yo digo que soy de alla, me quieran llevar pa' alla, pero yo digo que no puedo dejar aca, me dicen que aca hay algo, pero cuentan que alla hay mas, el problema es que no pertenezco, ni aqui, ni alla
(They tell me that I am from here, but I told me them I am from over there, they want to take me overthere, mas I said I cannot leave here, they tell me there is something here, but they said there's more over there, the only problem is that I do not belong, to here, or over there)

Contructivism  is the theory of knowledge which argues that human generate knowledge and meaning from interactions between experiences and ideas. To be destructive relate to the the idea of causing irreparable harm or damage. In this paper I write irreparable wounds which healing requires dementia and subjugation. The process of amelioration requires social disruption, cultural chaos, and self-irresponsibility. The simplicity is mere fantasy, the dream of utopia relates to ancestry, and ancestry become the verge of pardon. Ancestry becomes depressive, formality obligation, and equality a feminist collapse. Opening spaces, means you close them, entering spaces, means you cannot understand them.


My colonized name means I am of bright fame in a Germanic language. My last name gives me power, it reminds settler colonial misfortune. My presence is noticed, and my voice ominous. Many say you grow up to have an abnormal sexuality, many howl is a personal choice. Others dare to involve genetic formation and arithmetic data, while others ignore it, it is customary malady. None of you are right. Now, this might be a basal argument, but anti-racism was a mental disease during transatlantic times,then, that such claims are worthless, inverted and anachronistic.

My writing might cause befuddled homo sapiens to ignore it, hopefully it does, I write entanglements for a reason, it com-modifies knowledge and produces perfectly inventive yahoos, after all, intangible voices are commercialized. If this does not lights neuron energies, sequence tv.com and search "the 1.3 million total viewers, the Wedding... became the highest rated episode in the series history with nearly 3.2 million viewers and also brought in the highest rating in the women 18-34 demographic E! had ever had" ( Wikipedia, 2011). What is the political, anthropological, physiological, Darwinian explanation to such human velleity. If sanity is defined in terms of the 3.2 million watchers, then the out of Africa theory over the development of brain is right, brain developed to caprice and dejection.

Some might might thing I am indulgent, unorthodox, and even supportive of a permissive society. Such conceptualizations are not only incorrect, but  Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi would agree with his "flow" theory that I am a Buddha ambassador. That is exactly my point. I cannot learn ancestal philosophies because they were historically denied, so I use euro-centric social approaches of liberation to free myself from post-colonial contemporary docket? Underground much? Africanist much? Indigenist much? Orientalist much?  Perhaps, I posture the same question to Eurocentrist zealots, taking an global theoritical and philosophical approach is impossible. Defining such term requires humilliation and chaos. The reason? Social reformation over colonial suffering and disorder requires the inverted form of afliction, it was painful master. It requires definite ignorance of European models for 500 in the Americas and Africa, and Asia, demarchy I call upon you.

I decide to deine me as  idiosyncratic from here precisely because I have a hanging tool, a powerful tool, a marginal tool, a defining tool, a procreative machine, destructive production of tears and bewail. My tool constructs my internal democratization, a lawful game of safeness and accommodation.  The mechanical utensil subjugates me, it pleasures me, merriment my dignity. Because of it I cannot understand a secret world, aloof spaces, glorious constellations. Because of it a part of myself mutilated dances, like a moribund bird, singing murkiness and dolor.

Two-spirt they say, berdache they materialize, a spirit becomes academic proof of third-gender dynamics but I've revolved words around for too long, so I declare a SEPARATE NATION for native third-gender folks. A sovereignty, autonomy, and ethnocracy- A berdachy, an indigesy, a femanesty. I will not longer bound to the conceptual forms of all oppressive institutionalized, individual, collective, racial, feminist, machista, nepantlistas, aztlanistas. I declare the nation of the brown-skin metaphorical where tool full men, as I, seem and will be trapped between the machista discourse and the feminist responsibility. Neither understand us, neither ascults us. The machine and the ladder of oppression it not vertical women of color, or queer women of color, it is unbroken and deep holes function at the edges. Neplanta is not for me, such fantasy has not been created for us because the beautiful radiant power energy of vaginal and cisgendered women contains within divine women. We berdaches are still broken syllables except and without liberation ideas. I abnegate vaginal berdache women because they are not like me, not I am like them. I speak of us, the forgotten, the ones without rumbo.

Somos los que le lloran al camino, en un circulo de hombres eres mujer, en un circulo de mujer eres hombre. En un circulo de los dos, eres materia perdida, energia agotada, pensando demasiado en los rincones de dolor. Mi espalda esta cansada y mi alma desgastada. En laberintos escondo mi corage, sin rumbo ni de aqui, ni de alla.





sábado, 26 de março de 2011

Salvador, Brazil--Arrival & Orientation

It is almost two weeks since I arrived to Salvador Brazil and I will say that this has being a very challenging, hopeful yet complex experience. The idea of being away from having great friends, great family and great commodoties is perhaps sad, nostalgic but neccessary. Why Brazil? Because I dont know anything about it, because to me it was intriguing the idea of studying something (public health) that I dont know anything about in an environment where I will have to learn everything about the culture and about myself. It was a though decision but I am sure it was a good one. A decision that if one day I regret, I will also know it was necessary. 

 Below I will describe what I remember day by day since my departure to Brazil. I am new to this blog thingy so I will try. Believe me I dont usuallly have time to write stuff about my experiences in life. Es mas, I am already tired! 

Day 1 Sunday 6th
Saying A Neccesary Good Bye

It was the right time to leave I prepared my luggage, I was going to be present for my bestest friend birthday and my parents came to Austin to say good-bye. It was all too perfect to say good bye. I felt loved in amounts that I cannot explain. I want to say thank you to all my friends, especially Marleen and Polo that sacrificed so much for helping a friend. The are the most wonderful people I've met and I want to say thanks to God and the creator for sending them my way. I love you hoes. I also want to tlazocamati to my family who is wonderful and loves me and cares for me like no one else. Without the help from my dad and the support of my momma I would not be here. Gracias a mis hermanit@s por ser tan bad ass y a mi hermana mayor por ser tan noble en todo lo que hace, she would sacrifice anything for always making a positive impact. Los amo familia!

I left my parents in tears and I left my Lili, Polo and Marleen in tears too. I dropped few tears because I knew I was leaving an awesome life sorrounded by great people, great adventures, and great learning experiences. 

I took a plain from Austin to Dallas. The flight was normal and I clearly remember the blue shirt I was wearing (the same polo bought but in gray) At the flight which I can no longer remember, I slept the whole time! On the plane I met this nice Brazilian dude that helped me go through the foreigner’s line to arrive to Brazil. That was very surprising to me! The immigration system at Brazil is getting very difficult, and the police departments (which control it) are extremely extreme! LOL Sao Paulo airport is huge as well! I got lost for 30 minutes looking for the departure section!


Day 2nd
Impresionate 
I arrived from Sao to Salvador around noon. And peeps, I was extremely tired so I decided to take a taxi to the place where I was staying for a day until I met the other people from my program. And as usual! Correlated to the lack of luck I posses! My computer crashed and the internet pages where the address of the hostel where I was staying dissapeared! I wrote part of the address on a piece of paper before it crashed to soon so the taxi driver figured out with magic I guess but I got there! Thank you taxi driver you saved my life! The Casa Orquidea where I stayed was a fineeee niceeee place! For 40 dlls it was more than awesome! Con decirte que I had my own kitchen! Como la ven! And the peeps there spoke Spanish and English and French! La chick de el hostel made me a lemonade all fancy and stuff! I was like, is she gonna charge me more? Because I refuse to pay more!  The place was also a few steps from the beach! Perfect!


After I arrived to the hostel I walked to the beach in my first experience in Brazil! Carnaval was still at its momentum since it was only 2 days before it ended so people were enjoying it as much as they could. And it was hot! baby jevus, it was hot and humid, I steped out of the hostel and walked two steps and I was already trasnpiring like a pig during reproduction! I know pigs dont sweat! I was staying at a predominately low-income, black neighborhood at the outskirts of the city so the “carnaval” happening there was very different from the one at perulinho and barra which are at the downtown area of the city. I remember walking into the beach! It was amazing, Bahians were getting crunk with the music they call pagodea and also lots of reggae which I thought it was interesting… Pagodea is a fusion of reggae, samba, electronic music and other rhythms. This music reminds of what in the US would be a fusion of hip-hop and some spanish guitar and the guys that talk on the cumbia songs! A guy always says something before the songs begins haha! funny! If you want to know what pagodea is go to Leva Noiz-Liga da Justiçia, legal!No joke! Many women and men going down to the music right at the beach!


Another thing I was very impressed about was the amount of BROWN bodies! OMG! I never had seen so many beautiful colors in the same place! For the first time in a long time, I felt safe! I did, I felt safe! As I walked into the actual ocean, I noticed the huge waves bouncing everywhere! I got there around 5pm so the sand at the banks of the beach was very dirty. I wondered if somebody was going to clean the mess! It was really, really gross!

Another important thing I noticed was the speedos and the very, very, very, VERY short bikinis! OMG! I was like yeees! Imma enjoy myself here! Women of all ages and body types were showing their skin with no regrets and with two piece bikinis of very bright and wonderful colors! Yes! Do it women, do it girls, you got it! As for the men, get it with them speedos! Also, something really interested I noticed were heterosexual black men dancing on each other freely on the beach, right next to their enamoradas. To me that was so interesting! What you think?


Oh yeah I forgot to mention I went to the carnaval at Itapua, and it was interesting! A famous pop singer was there and the people were dancing and playing card games, drinking lots of skol and schim (beer that tastes like water here) jk brazilians. I must recognize US and Mexican beer are waay more heavy than this two brand of beer that most people drink. I stil get the asian flush with brazilian beer, lol.  


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SOsFJC5hOGo&feature=related I love this dance move and song, check it out! The faro that you see on the back is called faro de barra, its beatiful..



Day 3rd
Meeting Everyone-SIT


I was exciting to meet the rest of the people from my program. I was more excited to not having to pay for transpórtation and food! Although, I did not eat much the days I was alone. I met everyone at the airport and they all seem nice. Up to this point I would say that they are all incredably awesome, intelligent and bad ass. After the airport they took us to a house at the outskirts of the city of Salvador to have the programs orientation. The house was kinda big and it had a small pool at the back. Overall the house was nice and I got my own room (with no air conditioner :( ) by myself so that was nice. And then we ate dinner! The food was really, really good. I remember lots of vegetables, beans of all sorts and types, rice and some sort of soy made balls that were sooo good. I had a great night getting to know everyone and eating a lot and very balanced.


I must mention the demographics of the program:  All women, juniors, all over US, 4 students of color, 10 white students? I put a question mark because many of the students do not consider themselves white because event though they are more blonde that Pamela Anderson they have some sort of colored blood that makes them understand oppresion! blah, blah..I'll discuss this issue later, believe me I will discuss it! lol 


Days 4th, 5th, 6th, 7th
 From Enjoyment, To Exhaustion, To Trauma


We stayed at the house on jardiness of something for six days, it was a rich boring suburb! Yes six days! I wanted to just run away from there and disappear. I was dying of desesperacion y aburrimiento! Dios Mio! Anyways, at the house we did orientation and bureocratic things! Let me break it down for you! SIT (School for International Training) charges almost 20,000 dollars a semester and it should include insurance. Guess what: thh insurance covers like you scratching your index toe but it doesnt cover the breaking of your whole freaking foot! And we are studying the explotaitive system of private medical institutions and guess where they take you when something happens? To the PRIVATE HOSPITAL and you have to pay for it! Ay Dios Mio! Anyways, my professors are awesome, especially Damiana. I love that woman. She is a strong black woman! She is a certified physician in the area of mental illness and she has a PhD in anthropology. How bad ass is that! And Francisco, oh well, another heterosexual male who just does not get it. The first day he literally snapped his fingers at two of the women that do assitance work for SIT. And he kinda pushed Dr. Damiana in an intense discussion we were having! He is a nice men and I admire all he does but hommie needs to be told something and if no one says it ay va la de la boca abierta roberto flotte, ya tu sabes!


What I learned during orientation?
I obviously learn what you already know. Black and Indigenous folk were screwed and continue to be affected in all ways or senses througout the history of Brazil. I also learned about the politics of the dictatorship and the social revolutions for independence from Portugal. Brazil is a great nation with a very intricate history and people. Did you know that after defeating the dictarship, people were able to pass a constitutional law that states that the nation of Brazil must offer UNIVERSAL HEALTH COVERAGE for all its citizens regardless of race, color, gender, etc. I thought this was amazing because all people from Brazil  and even foreigners have universal health in contrast with the US! The issue of inequality is similar to that of education in the US. It is universal for all but the accesibility and the quality is the real issue for underprivileged people.  


Brazil social stricture are very similar to those of most countries of the world. Whites, and Asian immigrants concentrate and live in south in the regions of Sao Paolo and Rio. This area is the most developed and rich area of the whole country where most of the best resources for health accesibility and education exist. I livc in Salvador, Brazil which is located in the northeast area of the country and where most black descendant people reside. The amazonian region and the Northeast have the most unqueal access to health and education. And other social complexities of this amazing nation. 


I am going to include my arrival to my homestay, food and people dynamics in Salvador next blog! Otherwise, this will be very long y estoy super mega cansado! It took me two weeks to finish this ay no!