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Wednesday, May 4, 2011

In honor of the freedom riders

50 years ago, two buses left Washington D.C. in what would become known as the Freedom Rides, a nonviolent interracial movement to end bus segregation.

With the death of Osama Bin Laden many people have publicly thanked the troops abroad who risk their lives, to keep us safe here. As I sit here and watch Oprah's tribute to the Freedom Riders, I am humbled by the ordinary people who risked, and in many cases gave, their lives right here to make this country more equitable.  Only 50 years ago young people dared to make that difference, including one of my mother's best friends, Jean Denton-Thompson (in the pic below to the far left)


the PBS documentary airs May 16th for anyone interested


I think I posted this interview excerpt already, but today reminded me of it. It tells of one Panamanian woman's experience on the bus in the U.S. south.

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I had an experience when I came to this country and I don’t know what part this would take in your questioning, you know if I say it. If it’s ok

Oh, of course.

Well of course, other countries knew about the black and white problem in this country. In many other countries I believe that class is what makes a difference of the top echelons in each countries.  I knew about this from reading, especially Ebony magazine. From my brother I used to borrow them. And when I left Panama in 1966, when I came here there was an airline strike. Planes weren’t coming in or out from wherever around the world. I finally left July 9, 1966. when I came into Miami it was ____. This was the first time I had ever left home. I was 21 (laughing). I am 61 now so you know how long I am here. This is a little interesting thing and it never really took hold inside of me until a couple of years ago. We had to leave from the Miami airport and the bus was going to take us from south of Miami we had to catch the bus. You are young, so you don’t know about the Trailways bus. They had Greyhound, and there was trailways.

That was from the south right?

Well, they come and go all around the country I don’t know if it’s still there now. I got on the bus and of course, don’t forget that 1965 was the Civil Rights. I came a year after that. And I got into the bus and I was in the middle. I sat in the middle of the bus. And I saw that the blacks were still in the back of the bus.  I remember especially some black men that seemed so scared. And a Spanish lady and her son were across and he just glued on to me! I am telling you, now. He glued on to me and the mother and I started to talk. I told her my name and she said, oh my mother’s name is Clara also. And then there was a white guy sitting right over there. And he says maam I have to tell you something.  He said when we reach to Georgia, you know we have to stop at each point to get off and stretch you legs, he said they are not going to let you into the restaurant. I said yes they are going to let me into the restaurant. I kept looking to the blacks there and I thought, they are going to get off with me! And I think about what I was wearing now. We had started dressing like Europeans; I had on my hat and my gloves. And when I got down from the bus, I told them, about six or seven of them, I said, you are going to go in with me. And I will never forget the little carryout. I can remember the kind of counter that they had—a marble counter. I told them to sit down with me and I would buy them something to drink. And they were scared. That is what I will always remember. They were really scared. I wonder _____ the attendant were really calm, which was interesting. ‘Can I help you?’ they were young people. White. And asked what they could do for me and I told them that they gentlemen were going to tell me what they want. I had no problems. I was like, you are not going to do that! (laughing) And when we got back on the bus, they thanked me. And it is still to this day in my mind how scared these people were.  And I did not understand how nobody said anything to me, you know? And somebody the other day said to me, oh they thought you were somebody big from another country! Since I was dressing the way I was. And I said, oh my goodness! And that is something that I think occurred in all conscious especially in the United States when it comes to classes and race. And it is something I might write a book about.

That’s interesting. That’s interesting that no one said anything to you.

No, they were kind to me! They were really kind, making sure that I am ok. That these guys are sitting there, I don’t want to upset them or say anything cruel to them. I was determined. I thought that that white man was ______ to tell me, but then I realized he was probably wanting to save me in case that anything happened that he was letting me know what could happen. It took a long time for me to look at that that way because of the other issue with black Americans. 

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Raúl Leis, el sueño de una Panamá democrática

Raúl Leis, el sueño de una Panamá democrática (click link for article)

a great loss for Panama, Latin America, sociology, and activism everywhere. I met him the National Library in Panama. He was on a panel discussing the 20th anniversary of the 1989 US invasion of Panama. Very friendly, inquisitive, and was an inspiration to many. Que en paz descanse :(

Raul Leis, center, talks about the current effects of the 1989 US invasion

Friday, April 29, 2011

the memory of Rod Carew (interview notes)

Panama's national baseball stadium is named for the most famous player, Rod Carew. 





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Me: You grew up in the Canal Zone, no?


So he grew up in a black town in a white borough. He grew up in Gamboa in the borough of Santa Cruz. It was segregated.  There were two schools, two gyms, two tennis courts, two baseball fields, two clubhouses. The Commissary had two entrances. You could be arrested for walking in the wrong door. Of the first thirteen Panamanians in the major leagues, five of them were from Gamboa. Most Panamanian athletes were from the Zone. Only Panamanian in the Hall of Fame is Rod Carew, who was from Gamboa. Baseball was so popular there was a cradle league, which was below little league! 

#29 Rod Carew’s number was retired in California and Minnesota. He holds (held?) the record for stealing home [on consecutive attempts in one season. Seven.]. “Do you know how difficult it is to steal home?” He had over 3,000 hits. “And you know what? The thing is, no white Santa Cruzians ever saw him play when he played in Panama. Never.”

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

growing up bi lingual

I have been awful at posting. sorry. I will continue to post snippets of interviews that others might find interesting.   Of my interview population that grew up in Panama, as opposed to the Canal Zone, (born 1960 or earlier) many people spoke English at home and Spanish in school.   They tell about going to English school on school breaks and over the summer to reinforce what they learned in Spanish and also to get ahead, and concurrently learning school lessons in English and Spanish.  This particular woman grew up between Bocas del Toro and Colon, both strongly West Indian communities in the time.


Interestingly, during times of reflection, this interviewee spoke in English. During the more political or contemporary parts of our conversation, she spoke in Spanish.


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Listen, in Bocas I learned what was to live in a community, what was sharing, what was like go over by Ms. Gerly and tell Ms. Gerly I say, "if she bake any Jhonny cake send me six". And then tomorrow night my mom would make some mogo and make a big pot of mogo and say this pot is for Ms. Gerly, this is for Ms. Julian and this is for us. I learned that. I learned that definitely you have to go to school and when you come out of school you had to go to English school because we had to learn to read and write Spanish just as we learn English. So I went through what was Infant reader and Royal reader you know.

This was during the summers?

Well that was during the school year. If I had classes in the morning I got to rush home, have lunch and take my homework to Ms. Smith, who was our English teacher and Ms. Henry after Ms. Smith couldn’t do it anymore. And then they would help us with the Spanish homework. And then we would do the English. And then in summer time, depend on you grades, then you would spend a month in Colon, which was our vacation. I would spend it with our relatives on the Zone here in Colon. And then go back because I had to go to summer school. By the time classes were going to open, I had to have at least a month a month and a half going to my English school to reinforce whatever we’re gonna see in the other grade. Like if you came out of second grade and went to third grade then my English teachers will give me more arithmetic and more reading and stuff like that so that when I go back to school in the Spanish school, I’m advanced. That’s one of the things I learned. A the love for the land. And each person. If you don’t have you land and you house you don’t have nothing. And you had to respect that. That’s what I learn. And I try to teach my kids that even though we live in the city, you know. 

Monday, February 14, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day!

I have been a horrible horrible blogger. Nothing like the day of love to bring me back.  This has nothing to do with anything, but I thought I would share my favorite love poem ever!
Happy Valentine's Day! Que el amor, la amistad y la buena suerte  les acompanen siempre. Everyone needs some love in their life, no matter who the source. <3


Resignation by Nikki Giovanni

I love you
because the Earth turns round the sun
because the North wind blows north
sometimes
because the Pope is Catholic
and most Rabbis Jewish
because winters flow into spring
and the air clears after a storm
because only my love for you
despite the charms of gravity
keeps me from falling off the Earth
into another dimension
I love you
because it is the natural order of things 
 I love you
like the habit I picked up in college
of sleeping through lectures
or saying I'm sorry
when I get stopped for speeding
because I drink a glass of water
in the morning
and chain-smoke cigarettes
all through the day
because I take my coffee Black
and my milk with chocolate
because you keep my feet warm
through my life a mess
I love you
because I don't want it
any other way
I am helpless
in m love for you
It makes me so happy
to hear you call my name
I am amazed you can resist
locking me in an echo chamber
where your voice reverberates
through the four walls
sending me into spasmatic ecstasy
I love you
because it's been so good
for so long
that if I didn't love you
I'd have to be born again
and that is not a theological statement
I am pitiful in my love for you
The Dells tell me Love
is so simple
the thought though of you
sends indescribably delicious multitudinous
thrills throughout and through-in my body
I love you
because no two snowflakes are alike
and it is possible if you stand tippy-toe
to walk between the raindrops
I love you
because I am afraid of the dark
and can't sleep in the light
because I rub my eyes
when I wake up in the morning
and find you there
because you with all your magic powers were
determined that
I should love you
because there was nothing for you but that
I would love you
I love you
because you made me
want to love you
more than I love my privacy
my freedom my commitments
and responsibilities
I love you `cause I changed my life
to love you
because you saw me one friday
afternoon and decided that I would
love you
I love you I love you I love you

Friday, December 31, 2010

ingredients for a great new year

  • clean the whole house/apt before midnight
  • eat 12 grapes
  • drink champagne
  • eat pork
  • hold money in your hand/in your pocket
  • have fish, salt, lentils and rice on the table
  • hold a suitcase/ passport (if you want to travel)
  • rub champagne on your earlobes/ drop a gold ring in the champagne (to promote marriage)
  • eat black eyed peas and collard greens
  • wear red underwear

anyone have any more to add??


good luck to all and wishing you a healthy, happy, and amazing 2011!

(picture I took of a family in Hamilton Park, Weehawken, NJ )



Thursday, December 30, 2010

Becoming more Panamanian

I haven't posted on here in a while. This an excerpt I ran across while reviewing transcriptions in preparation for a conference next week. This person,  a high ranking ACP official who grew up in Silver/Rainbow City in the Canal Zone on the Atlantic coast, makes a distinction between being of West Indian parents and becoming Panamanian. For him, becoming Panamanian meant building a future in the country of Panama, not looking to go to  the US or return to the Canal Zone life...

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me: When you moved to this side [he moved from the Atlantic Coast to Albrook, former Canal Zone on the Pacific Coast] and you were thinking about where to live, did the fact that you were living in Clayton mean anything special?

him: No. It wasn't, I was not looking towards being in the canal zone necessarily. Even though I was coming from living in Gatun. I had been living in Sabanitas and I had already, I think, over the period of time that I lived in Cativa and I lived in Sabanitas, I had given up on that Canal Zone link. I , in fact, was becoming more and more Panamanian I think in my thoughts, in my way of being.

me: What do you mean by that?

him: Not feeling...so...I was losing that vision, that everyone else would have had that the hopes (me: in the US?) was in the US. So I started seeing potential. And I started looking for us to develop options over here. And hoping for the government to really make things works. So I was not looking for, I want to be back in the Canal Zone. There was nothing like that in my mind. What was really looking for was an escape from the traffic. So when the options came up for to buy into those buildings, I just moved at that. Because it meant being able to get a place that was going to be outside of the traffic channels...