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Thursday, April 29, 2010

please help however you can

Imagine going to the ER wondering if you have an ulcer, and instead after days of tests, finding out that you have stage IV Hodgkins Lymphoma. Meet my friend Charles.

31 years old. Actor/model. Duke alum. former football player. Professional smiler. Uninsured.

I am asking, BEGGING that you all open your hearts to him in whatever way you can: forwarding the website to your networks, donating money, writing words of support and encouragement.

http://neverquit.charlesfporter.com

I will not lecture about the need for better healthcare in the United States. Instead, I will just ask that you please click the link, watch his fight, listen to his struggle, and know that however you choose to act, you will be helping save a life.

(I hope he doesn't mind that I stole this picture from his facebook page. I think it is powerful)



http://neverquit.charlesfporter.com

Monday, April 19, 2010

Hard. in solidarity

Last month I received an email on my mellon (Mellon Mays Undergraduate Fellowship) listserv. One of my fellow Mellons was uninvited to perform her work (at a Mellon meeting!) because some her work could potentially make the "conservative" meeting attendees uncomfortable.  For some reason, her poem was in my head today. In solidarity, I am posting it below.



Hard
by Rosamond S. King

I just wrote a poem that changed my 
life
which 
is not hard
so I cannot listen to the white girl who says college
is hard
school 
is easy
watching your brother necklaced 
is hard
erasing your 3yearold self
so you do not see your father’s thing 
is hard
I am appalled at how I hear this girl’s words
and even reply while ignoring her, dismissing her
but it’s not 
hard
passing the exam will be difficult
graduating ivy league will be challenging
fighting a revolution when you’re 13 
is hard
being Black 
is exhausting
being Latina 
is fatiguing
being Native American 
is wearisome
being Asian 
is laborious
being raped by 17 soldiers 
is hard
dying alone 
is hard
choosing where to eat 
is perplexing
meeting your ex-lover 
is awkward
deciding what to wear 
is complex
getting up in the morning takes effort
surviving 
is reflex

life is hard

Thursday, April 15, 2010

modelame asi, pose!

*singing* si tu eres fotogenica, te invito a mi pasarela

Many months ago, I was in a fashion show (the blond next to me is the other Fulbrighter working in Panama City. The two asymmetrical shirts on the left are my favorites of this look)


There was a conference for Afro Latinas from all around Central America right here in Panama City! I was not invited. Lol. However, in the company of other young future Latina (and non Latina) leaders, we danced and modeled clothing for the conference participants.  I did not dance. And yes, ungraceful shy Ariana modeled. Not well. But I did it! (yes, I am shy. I don't care who says differently. I am.)

People who know me well know: I hate when people look at me. That is not an exaggeration. It makes me very extremely furiously uncomfortable. It sounds silly, but it is true. It made me cry as a little kid. Yes I have taught classes, given presentations, run group programs. It is something I have to work on daily.  Sooooo I thought this would be a nice way to be social and keep working on the fact that I hate when people look at me. (if you are ever trying to get my attention, I implore you: Do not stare at me).

I was one of the stiffest, fastest walking, most awkward looking models I am sure lol. Pero paso a paso... here is me, looking quite... uncomfortable! lol (which is sad because this outfit was sooo comfy)


Most of the pictures on facebook are blurry, but many thanks to Veyra's uncle for taking pictures of all of us!

In true Panamanian fashion, the show started very late. We did not have enough models because of the time difference and Kari (the designer) started pulling women from everywhere. The program was not at all what we were told it would be. The “runway” changed locations right before the show started thus messing up our entire rehearsed program.  HOWEVER

In the end I had fun. I met some great women, made some new friends.  Ate a free dinner. I was able to see some (in my opinion) beautiful designs.  My aunts Nazarena and Nelly came by to see me!

In the beginning and the middle, however, I did not have fun.  I never really had a body image issue, but the more I do not fit into things, the more I have an… issue.  This show, Tal Como Soy (As I am), was supposed to inspire feel-good vibes for all models. As a collective, we were supposed to say: Whatever shape I am, I am beautiful! I am fashionable! That was not how I felt (initially)

The clothes I wore were huge, except a dress which did NOT fit at the top. Someone twice my size could have easily worn them. Why did I choose those outfits, you ask? They were the only things that fit. Of the five looks, I participated in four. I could not wear anything for the denim look because absolutely nothing fit me. I will not turn this into a woe is me body image blog. I like my shape. But initially, I was disappointed in the choices that were available to me and the standard shape (thin, no chest) to which they were tailored. As other girls chose their outfits and tried this and that, I stood on the sidelines offering to narrate instead. Thank you, Kari, for not listening to me and giving me clothes to wear.



Soon thereafter, I got over myself and had said fun and enjoyed said women and new friends.  I think Kari’s clothes really are beautiful so I encourage you to check out Fusion Artwear by Kindred
 http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Fusion-Artwear-by-Kindred/68784495884?v=info&ref=ts

THIS is my favorite dress of the show. Veyra is my personality opposite lol and is a great model.

Monday, April 12, 2010

US soldiers and sex

some notes I wrote linking one woman's complicated beliefs, experiences, and hearsay about US soldiers as desirable partners, sexual predators, and idolized blue eyed mates.
(these themes also run throughout Luna Verde)



During the invasion she was advised to wear two pairs of panties and walk around with pants on at all times- no skirts or dresses. [I always assumed this to be for protection against American soldiers, but in fact she was concerned about Panamanians. She believes that the looting and destruction of Panama city was done almost entirely by Noreiga’s dignity battalions and people from the PRD. Reasons explained in interview notes]

It was said (according to her) of US soldiers (which unless specified she means white Americans) to be careful if you had sex with them because they wanted to put it anywhere and everywhere there might be an opening. They were thought of as some kind of insatiable sexual creatures. Paradoxically, they were the most desirable of partners, especially those who had blue eyes. Panamanian women who married gringos were “lucky” she said. “well, most of them.”

Another day she recounted a story when she was working with the Peace Corps here in Panama. One of the workers, a young blue eyed white boy, confided to her that he was approached by multiple families in the hopes that he would have sex with their daughters so that their children would come out with blue eyes. They didn’t want anything from him monetarily or support wise, but they wanted their kids to have blue eyes (reminds me of El Ramo Azul, a story by Octavio Paz- about a man who is collecting un ramo de ojos azules for his girlfriend HERE is the story. it is in Spanish, sorry.). 



On the day of the 20th anniversary of the invasion, she wore her US Peace Corp t-shirt. Laughing, she recounted that her sister was sure they were going to get hit with flying objects.

Despite thinking that US soldiers were sex craved, her eyes teared in disbelief when I told her that someone told me at the 20th anniversary March that the stories of people being sexually violated by US soldiers were removed from the documentary. “estadounidense?? No. no puede ser. Estadounidense? De los panameƱos si, pero los americanos? No puede ser.” [American? It can’t be. Americans? Panamanains yes, but the Americans? That can’t be] I was pretty shocked at her disbelief, not only given the stories she has told me about insatiable American sexual appetite, but also because of the Abu Ghraib scandals in Iraq which made international news.  She said she always knew Panamanians abused each other but never that Americans did the same thing. I did not ask, but wondered why the thought of American soldiers’ abuse of other men and women was incomprehensible to a  woman who weeks earlier described these same Americans as voracious sexual predators.
                
She lamented this point also for her friend, ****, who I interviewed. He was detained for 16 days after the invasion because he was part of the Panamanian military, albeit the band. She said “I hope to God nothing like that happened to ****. Many people were taken and the invasion affected many. But everyone comments that he is different. He was affected differently. Please god do not let anything like this have happened to ****”

She has a female friend who married a US soldier, not sure what part of the military, but the sex became abusive and her husband expected her to have sex with his friends as well. She came home one day and a few of his friends were in the house and her husband told her she had to have sex with them as well. She did not say whether or not the friend agreed to have sex with the man’s friends, but the woman, who was considered so lucky at the time to have married an American and moved to the US, divorced and returned to Panama.

Another friend married a Black US solider, moved to the US and has lived happily "as far as we know. When she returns she always looks happy. Maybe Blacks are different,” she told me.

Saturday, April 10, 2010

party party party let's all.... type notes?

Looking for some validation from my fellow or past graduate students here:

Am I a sad and anti-social being if I am perfectly content and actually feel happiness staying in (again) and typing up notes (I swear they multiply while I am sleeping)?

Thursday, April 8, 2010

DUKE! what else?

It is amusing how many "Duke sucks!", "I hate Duke", "Duke got lucky" messages I received not only during the NCAA tournament, but also after our win against Butler. It was a good game. But as I told my brother, Duke didn't get lucky. Butler was lucky they still had a chance in the last seconds. That is something NO other tournament opponent can say.  We convincingly beat teams all the experts said were better than we were (Baylor, West Virginia).

This Duke team is probably one of the most humble in my memory. I am so proud of what they have accomplished. Nolan Smith won a title in the same city as his late father. Andre Dawkins bounces back this season after his sister was killed in a car accident in December on her way to see him play.
On any other team, these would be reasons to support. But not Duke. People would rather talk crap. Newspapers would rather depict Coach K as the devil and all but call Duke a racist school.

That Duke is an "elite white school" is laughable in this day and age as a reason to hate Duke basketball.  (I am not even getting into the sad complexities that America feels more comfortable with a sports team of majority black people). To be clear, I am not interested in convincing anyone to support my school. If people want to hate Duke basketball for what we are not, because our mascot is a blue devil (?seriously?!), for what media perceive the school to be, or for no reason at all, just remember:

We have never had a scandal. We have never had to give back any money or titles. Our coach is so good he brought prestige back to the Olympic team. College basketball is full of ups and downs, and Duke's ability to remain among the best 64 teams in the nation year after year is noteworthy. (congrats, UNC on placing running up in the NIT. You are #66 in the country....)

I was SO EXCITED when we won and I plan to coerce one of my undergrad friends to buy me a t shirt. One of my freshman dorm mates tagged me in this picture. I LOVE IT!
CONGRATULATIONS TO THE 2010 NATIONAL CHAMPIONS, THE DUKE BLUE DEVILS

Saturday, April 3, 2010

Happy Easter from Playa Blanca

In between reading about Black movements in Panama and the nationalizing project of Omar Torrijos, I have been enjoying my easter weekend in Playa Blanca with my family and family friends.

Just this morning, I woke up early and went for a long walk/jog along the beach. 40 mins of peaceful beauty. I arrived back at the apartment, ate an apple, and left for the 2nd largest swimming pool in the world with my Aunt Nelly. We arrived at the pool before anyone else and enjoyed our vast and lovely solitude for at least an hour y pico before other people arrived with their children and such.


















This aquajump in the background is tomorrow's project. I will finish my first batch of articles today, watch the Final Four tonight (!!!!), and conquer the art of jumping off the trampoline into this huge salt water pool tomorrow morning. As you can see, I have lofty goals for this Fulbright year.

(In the picture below, that dot in the picture is my Aunt Nelly! This pool is huuuuuuge!)


also, I do not think I have been dressed since Wednesday. It has been a bathing suit- cover up- bata - pajama rotation. 

HAPPY EASTER!!