I want to share with you the many forms of Racism I have encountered. To you some of them may be nothing, you may event consider some of them positive. But add them all up over 30 years and its too much to swallow.
my first encounter of “Racism”
I had been about 4 years living in the same area. Just getting to know all the children living in my building and around.
I am playing on the monkey bars and for the second time, a certain little boy, calls me “N” I did say it was the second time right, by the way I was about 8 years old when this happened. This little boy also used to beat me up and I would run home crying.
Just before this incident occurred….I told my Mom that a boy in the park was beating me up. She told me the next time He did it I needed to punch him hard! So that last time he called me “N” and I was on the Monkey bars, I jumped down off the monkey bars, punched him in the stomach, he doubled over, I ran home…He never called me “N” again.
So, I am in the bar (before I was Rastafari ofcourse) having a beer and doing my thing. There is a white guy, immediately he notices me. He starts talking to me….he says Yeah My ex girlfriend was black. We hadnet even been talking 5 mintues. I almost feel like as soon as he saw me he planned to get these words out.
Do you know How many times I have heard variations of the same sentence…..
- My babyfather is black (Jamaican)
- My God Mother is Jamaican
- My Son is Black…
First of all I really dont care, second…I dont want you to treat me or talk to me, or date me because of my skin color. This is just sick! You should get to know me.
I love when I meet people Asian, white, black, who make no mention of my skin color. Then I feel like we are relating as two people.
Dont talk to me because I am black and Jamaican, and then tell me of all the Jamaican or black connections in your life. I feel that is ignorant. It doesnt make us sisters, and it doesnt mean you understand my experience as a black woman any better. To know it you have to be it.
When I was 11…
When I as 11 years old or so maybe 13 I had a girfriend her name was Erin. Anyway we were planning for a night out with some other girls…she made the comment right in her bedroom infront of all 3 of us…”oh yeah black people never have any money.” Do you know she ended up marrying a black man…he was a pinp for goodness sakes. I think that is totally racist. And this girl was my friend for goodness sakes….
So there is the blatent and the not so blatent.
There are many more examples but I dont like to think about it because I get upset and start doubting the people around me…..
I encounter Racism every day. I am exausted by it. I think people will never be able to see me a just a person. Only a black woman, and do most that means something fearful.
One thing I promised my self when I became a Rastafari, is that I would never try to make people like me….I just think if they dont like you, then they dont like you. It made me really see how many people like me because I like them and how many people like me for me.
I just wanted to tell you guys how much I appreciate those who visit my blog, and take the time to “like” posts, and leave comments etc. So as a way of saying thank you…I have included a segment of my new book ….entitled “Rastafari Is…”
Who was the First Rastaman?
The first documented Rastaman was, without a doubt, Jesus Christ. Every Rastaman knows this. I am not saying this to ‘big up’ my Meditation. I know this by the behaviour, and the words of the Mighty Jesus Christ, as recorded in the Christian Bible. As Rasta our whole life is to serve Jah, and teach the peoples about preparation to meet The Most High. Jesus Christ …withdrew to lonely places to pray, Jesus Christ began Ministering when he was 12, (because he was born with the gospel, same as Rasta) Jesus Christ was a Nazirite (he had dreadlocks) Yeshua (Jesus Christ) was often misunderstood by the masses. All of these things Rasta man and Rasta women of today do, and encounter today.
‘Leonard Percival Howell was known as The Gongor G.G. Maragh (forGong Guru), was a Jamaican Religious figure. According to his biographer Hélène Lee Howell was born in an Anglican family. He was one of the first preachers of the Rastafari Movement (along with Joseph Hibert, Archibald Dunkley and Robert Hinds), and is sometimes known as The First Rasta.
Born in May Crawle River, Jamaica, Howell left the country as a youth, traveling amongst other places to New York, and returned in 1932. He began preaching in 1933 about what he considered the symbolic portent for the African Diaspora—the crowning of Ras Tafari Makonnen as Emperor Haile Selassie I of Ethiopia. His preaching asserted that Haile Selassie was the “Messiah returned to earth,” and he published a book called The Promise Key. Although this resulted in him being arrested, tried for sedition and imprisoned for two years, the Rastafari movement grew.
Over the following years, Howell came into conflict with all the establishment authorities in Jamaica: the planters, the trade unions, established churches, police and colonial authorities, and he was allegedly arrested more than 50 times. He formed a town or commune called Pinnacle in Saint Catherine Parish that became famous as a place for Rastafarians. Nevertheless, this movement prospered, and today the Rastafari faith exists worldwide. Unlike many Rastas Howell never wore dreadlocks. Leonard Howell died in Kingston Jamaica.’
Mr. Howell is known for writing the book, “The Promise Key” but I could only find a book called, “The Promised Key.”
‘In 1961, the Jamaican government decided to send a delegation of both officials and Rastafari leaders to meet Emperor Haile Selassie I. Rases Planno, D. Mack, and Fillmore Alvaranga were the three in the Rasta delegation. Their Minority Report of the mission differs in several significant aspects from that of the non-Rastafarian delegates,e.g.:
April 16, 1961: “Later in the afternoon the Rases were invited to visit His Holiness, Abuna Basilios the Archbishop of the Ethiopian Orthodox Church at his residence. The other delegates came along too. We discussed H.I.M. Emperor Haile Selassie, being the returned Messiah. His Holiness the Abuna told us at the conclusion of the discussion that the Bible can be interpreted that way. We had tea and honey with him.”
April 21, 1961: “The Mission was granted audience with H.I.M. Emperor Haile Selassie I at the Imperial Palace, Addis-Ababa. We were introduced to H.I.M., by the Minister of the Imperial Guard. Emperor Haile Selassie I welcomed the delegation warmly. Speaking Amharic which was interpreted by the Minister of the Imperial Guard, H.I.M. told us that he knew the black people of the West and particularly Jamaica were blood brothers to the Ethiopians and he knew that slaves were sent from Ethiopia to Jamaica. He said we should send the right people. The Emperor said Ethiopia was large enough to hold all the people of Afrikan descent living outside Afrika and he would send a delegation to the West Indies. Dr. Leslie told H.I.M. that Jamaica had plenty of sugar cane factories making sugar and rum. H.I.M. replied that in Ethiopia there was a refinery making sugar but not rum. H.I.M. thanked the delegation and presented each of us with a gold medal.”
“All the rest of the delegation left His presence except the three Rastafarian Brethren (Bros. Fil, Mack, Planno, as we had presents for H.I.M.). Alvaranga presented H.I.M. with a wood-carved map of Afrika with a portrait of the Emperor on one side of the wooden case. The Emperor then spoke in English for the first time to us. He said, “That’s Afrika. Is it from the Rastafari Brethren?” (That showed that he knew us before). We said “Yes”. Brother Mack presented photographs of the Rastafari Brethren in Jamaica. H.I.M. said again in English, “Photographs; thank you”. Mack also gave H.I.M. a painting of Errol Flynn’s island in Jamaica (i.e. Navy Island, off the mainland of Port Antonio). Brother Planno gave H.I.M. a woven scarf in red, gold and green. H.I.M. said “Is it you that wove it”. He said “Yes”. He said “Thank you again”. We also gave H.I.M. a photograph of a widow and six children—her husband, a Rastafari Brethren, was shot and killed by the Police in Jamaica. H.I.M. asked us to who was taking care of them now. We told H.I.M. that we took the case to Jamaica’s Premier but left the island before it was settled. The Emperor said that he would do what he could to help. We then took leave.’
A Rastafari friend of mine says there is a book about Mr. Plannos life called “The Strangest Rastaman” but I could not find it on google.com, or amazon.com
Check out my book “How to Become a Rasta.” This one is published and available on amazon.com
Jah Bless You my beauties. Rastafari.