I am racist, and so are you.

Posted: August 23, 2014 in Everday Life

Being Shadoan

And the sooner we both acknowledge this, the sooner we can begin to address the problem. So let’s talk.

“Wait just a minute here, Rachel. You’re like, the least racist person I know. You’re always sharing stuff about race and racism. You couldn’t possibly be racist.”

Here’s the deal. Racism isn’t just guys in white robes and Paula Deen shouting racial slurs. Racism is subtle, racism is insidious, and our culture is so deeply steeped in it that it’s impossible to grow up in the US and not be racist. It’s a kind of brainwashing: a set of default configuration files that come with the culture. It’s a filter, built up from birth, that alters our perception of the world. (Literally–racial bias makes people see weapons that aren’t there.) Racism isn’t just conscious actions; it’s judgements that happen so fast that we may not even be aware of…

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Myths and truths about santeria!

In following from my previous  blog…

I think its important to address the steps into initiation into the Ocha. There are several different steps which a person would take before they are able to receive Santo( to seat your orisha on your head.) Prior to this ceremony there are several steps.

The First Step: You need to have your spirit guides and ancestors in order. What do I mean by this? It’s simple, lets pay homage to  all those guides who are in your spiritual  relm that are guiding you adn helping you each day. this can be from family members who have passed away and spirits who have come to help guide you in your life. This homage can be done  by setting aside a table where you set up cups of water. I’m sure you’ve seen plenty of images of this or people who make reference and say…

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Another year begins and I’m a year older . As my anniversary of my birthday comes to an end. I have to say this past year  has been one of the most difficult I’ve ever had to endure. It’s been that one year in your life whereby you question your direction, your purpose and whether your  on the right course. You begin to awaken  to the words of wisdom and question everything about how one is living and how to gain strength to change  the way we are to self improve our identity as humans and to correct the errs where created along this non conformist life we’ve been given. Short some of us have been dealt a bad hand but it’s times to learn everything is variable and the only constant is you yourself. One ultimately must live through their choices but not be held captivate my ransom of fear.
Engaging with friends and families one begins to revise I’ve begun to hear how hurt so many people are. How many problems we’ve created  just so we could re live our child , recreating the desires and projecting those until our friends and family


I just finished watching channel 55 and I’m just appauled by some of the things I hear on the news. Most recent was the news story  of a campaign to stamp out hunger on Long Island. Caned goods were being donated and  were being shipped  to a nassau mall for students to create sculptures with the can goods. I understand the theory and motivation and perhaps the motiviating factors behind the children and young people involved. But, give me a break! People are hungry and your holding can goods for a sculpture contest?. I cannot just fathom the idea. It just doesnt sit well on my mind. Could they maybe have created food kitchens, a bike race or a run where they could have had people donate more for the cause. Just amazes me how people think. It makes me remeber how one organization on long island decided to study the migration habits of migrants from Oaxaca Mexico . Great idea Long Islanders but it doesnt take a phD to relise that the majority of migrants are from El Salvador and perhaps understanding their migration  motivations might ease the racial tensions than study the migratory patterns of another culture.

Long Islanders and people who are out for lunch! Lets put some practicality into the way we think and into the way we deliver our promise. If you were hungry how would you feel about food that could potentially  be in your hands is in a mall  being used as goods for a sculpture? I dont think the idea would sit well woth you.  Nonetheless I said my pieace.


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A Year later and still in search!


After reading job ads after job ads  employers still have the audacity to ask why do you want to work for us.

I really welcome the next job interview I’m invited to attend.  Perhaps, its time , as  an employee(S) we hold accountable employers when they ask ridiculous questions such as above. How many of you were ever asked such questions? It sad till this day there are employers till asking this question. Is it a valid question  I  would say it isn’t. As a former Human Resource manager, we know  why people are searching for work! It’s simple we need a job. American is no longer a place  where  a career is permissible, however the “career” as we know it is the ability to continue finding another job. A career almost equates being a gypsy, without all the glamor. 

Remember what it feels like to receive that phone call…

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The city that never sleeps
Buzzing around the clock
Army of ants building its mounds
Lights ,  the clamour the noise
Of a thousand bottles of coke
Crushed to the blow of car saying
get out my way!

That was the new york I knew

Civil disobedience peace unknow
Hassadic jews in williamsburg
Blacks in crown heights
Silver lined with alcohol crossed racial line in two separate folds
Light spiff a rude awaken gavo gato was born in yesterdays line

That was the new york I knew

Tripping at the night sky
Placing my right hand on my chest
I pledge allegiance to the family
Who protected me
Who made things right
Who guarded my streets
Who showed me the ropes
Who played stick ball in the streets
Who made headlines ut umm
Fulton fish market
Need I say more
Lights out forgetabout it

That was the new york I knew

Waterfall of a birmingham campaign
Defiant children smiling, laughing
To a Foce of a thousand drops of the cold crest
Hiding in its shine from the sweltering heat of a uknow culprit
Little minds filed with dreams of making it big
Unknow  traits of the favorite bodega  buzy with a crew of 66
Man in white and two piegons
Minds licking their icey watching as the man in right grabs the piegeons and lets free they go
years pass several wounded
my cherry filled body lays on the ground cherry icey spilled

That was the new york I knew

Army of ants rule
King bloombito
Fascist at heart
Ticket  here ticket there
Toll here

Street food karts civil disobeidnace.
Pretzsls no more
Carrots and peas on a stick
Open pump is a hydrogen bomb
And filled with a thousand bullets

This is new york now!
Good bye new york!