Open letter to the government of the United States of America.

Dear United States Governing body,

I am writing as a gravely concerned citizen, but also as an utterly fed up human being. Your actions and at times of importance, lack thereof, have repeatedly shown, that you truly don’t care about the people of the US and even less about humanity itself.

I am also writing as a single mother of four children, ages 13-25. Three of whom currently attend public school. I am writing as the mother of a gay daughter. I am writing as an Afro-Latina, with four Afro-Latina/Latino children, who before the age of 10, had already experienced discrimination and racism in many forms. I am writing as a first-generation Puerto Rican born in the US, concerned about how the US treats the people of its commonwealth as though they are not US citizens. The inhumane aspect of your lack of action in Puerto Rico, speaks for itself.

I am writing as someone who is tired of both Democrats and Republicans alike. I am writing as someone exhausted by this two-party system that is reminiscent of the civil war every election day. In actuality, not much has changed since that time. This system does not work. I’m tired of being at the mercy of whichever side wins the election and how that will impact our quality of life, our ability to be equal, obtain proper medical care or be seen as someone worthy of the rights stated by our sacred Declaration of Independence and Constitution. I am also writing on behalf of those of us who see us ALL as HUMAN BEINGS occupying the same planet, with the same inalienable rights, regardless of race, sex, religious belief, sexual orientation or country of origin.

First came the Catholic Church, technically the first official governing body, used to keep people in line and under one law and/or God. This church, which from the first century until now, has repeatedly abused the faith of the people and oppressed women. A church that hid for years the sexual abuse of thousands of children. Faith and religion is a personal choice, not one to shove upon people as the accepted and approved way of life. That is not freedom.

I consider myself a spiritual being, who believes in a higher source and in prayer. I do not believe God is a punishing God, I don’t believe in teaching the children of the world, that some people will burn in hell for who they are. I do not believe in a God that separates us as human beings because we’re gay or straight, pro-life or pro-choice, go to church or meditate. These are very personal choices, not ways to run a governing body that is representative of ALL of its people.

Then came your hunger for land and the wars forged in your quest. Valuing property above all and using the Church and its power to your advantage, all in the name of God. Using the structure of the Church and its power to control, rule and invade. You combined the ancient Greek democratic systems, with your God and your thirst for power, to control the masses.

Though you couldn’t keep everyone and everything under one God. People had thoughts, ideas and opinions and so you formed your armies around the world. The Romans, Vikings, France, Portugal and of course at the top of the heap, Spain and Britain. You raped, murdered, enslaved and obliterated Indigenous cultures across the globe, in the name of land, power, money and  yes, white supremacy.

Then came these United States, under the guise of freedom, colonizing as much as they could and seducing citizens into the belief of freedom and the pursuit of happiness. There have been very few of you close to the right side of history and often, they ended up 6 feet under quickly.

In 1870, the 15th amendment was passed, stating that the right to vote cannot be denied based on race, however states caused voter suppression via voting taxes and literacy tests for blacks. In 1876 the supreme court ruled that native Americans were not legal citizens and cannot vote, even though they are the rightful owners of this land. Lincoln passed the 13th amendment in 1864, Women obtained the right to vote in 1920 and African Americans in 1965, isn’t that something. Everything has always been on your time and for your benefit. It’s a seducing way to make it seem to the public that things are shifting, when in actuality, they are not.

Keeping women and minorities decades behind, gave you a big advantage US (white males), the biggest head start of all head starts. While the nation was embroiled in Civil rights, human rights and WWII, you slowly shoved capitalism down our throats.

You backdoor let the mob into politics, whether the actual mob back in the day or our current day mobs/lobbyists like the NRA. The war on drugs, just another set up to give the oppressed and disadvantaged what they need to destroy themselves.

Capitalism, your own systematic way to keep the money and power where you want it, with the whites, whom you’ve decided should have the power. Not much different than Hitler, deducing who the superior race is. By the 1900’s, the US was predominantly a nation of immigrants, you know, the ones you’re trying to get rid of today. Those immigrants and slaves built the nation as you expanded West. Thanks Adam Smith for laissez-faire economics, which America embraced wholeheartedly, every man for himself.  Even Britain at this point had learned something from history.

I see Fidel Castro as a perfect example. Fascinating how you worked so hard to make that man look like the devil, because he stood for everything America didn’t. Everyone having access to basic necessities like education and healthcare. I’m not saying Fidel was an angle, yes he executed those thought to be traitors. However, lets not forget the multiple assassination attempts on his life by your secret service. The US has blood on its hands too, a lot more if we keep it real. The embargo on Cuba because of their human rights violations, is hysterical. You were trading with other countries who were violating human rights left and right. You hated the fact that Cuba refused to be colonized. You couldn’t stand the thought of a potential thriving Socialist economy, so you destroyed them, much like Panama and Venezuela, the list is long. You destroy via infiltrating, inciting chaos, disorder and even installing your own opponent to whatever regime. All  through quiet and sneaky back door tactics. Inciting riots and protests in countries where you have a vested interest. I mean, hello, you still have a colony (Puerto Rico), at least when it serves you.

The seductive idea of free enterprise is a pile of bullshit, a rigged system that is not meant for all to survive, it’s a set up. Present day, children in low income neighborhoods do not have access to the same level of healthcare, education or even clean drinking water. Our first black president didn’t stand a chance of making a difference, you made sure of that. Yet here we are, present day, with a literal circus show happening in your beloved “White” house and not a muscle moved. Future name change suggested by the way, White house needs to go.

Our children are being slaughtered at the hands of your flat-out refusal to tighten gun control laws, because, well, you’re making money from it and that’s always been the priority.

Black and Brown lives are lost daily at the hands of your police, who trained by you and your laws, do not see each American citizen as having the same rights. No big deal though, right? White supremacists rally, burn down churches and even shoot up schools but that’s normal.

Suicide rates in LGBTQ community rise, citizens everywhere denied services based on sexual orientation. Isn’t this like Equal Employment Opportunity act?  So, we can work anywhere, but not receive services anywhere? I don’t know man, this is all sounding a lot like low key slavery to me.

Take your God out of the government that was meant to govern all people who practice all faiths, let’s start there. I’m tired of every political party, really, I am. However, the biggest difference between the liberal left and the right, is that the left isn’t shoving their beliefs down the rights throats. The liberal belief system practices that we are all entitled to live the lives of our choosing. The right wants to shove their conservative views down our throats and make them law. They want to change abortion laws, recognize religious rights which is no different than recognizing white supremacy, and that is not inclusive, it’s divisive and let’s be real, that’s exactly what you want. It’s what you’ve always wanted, and it’s always served your ultimate purpose, total Social, financial and political dominance over the people of the world.

Here’s your problem, you ultimately created a democracy and a democracy in literal terms is a government by the people, especially rule of the majority. The supreme power is vested in the people and exercised by them directly through free elections. Well elections are another issue as the US government has done everything in its power to enact voter suppression. The electoral college system must change. As a nation, we’ve lost all credibility. This is a nation built on suppression and before we can truly affect change, we must acknowledge that. We must all be on equal footing and white supremacy must be obliterated and seen no different than terrorism. We live on stolen lands, built by slaves and on the corpses of the erasure of an indigenous population. Honoring this and this countries repeated oppression of women and how that has also had a tremendous impact on the road the US has inevitably found itself on is paramount. Can you admit that, own it, whether you were alive or not, it doesn’t matter. This is our history, and we are doomed to repeat it, lest we learn from it.

Enough is enough. As does any problem, the first way to address it, is to acknowledge its existence, and as a country we have not done that.  For the sake of our children, the future generations, I implore you to do so. Based on recent events, if you don’t, I gather we will be facing something quite like a civil war soon. The worst thing that could happen is people resorting to violence to protect themselves and those they love, but it will happen, as history has shown. Wake up, if the number of lives that are at stake isn’t enough, which seems to be the case, maybe the reputation of your precious nation is reason enough? If enough people resist, the fall of the US government is inevitable, it has happened before, all over the world, it can and will happen here, if nothing is done. Listen to the indigenous people, listen to minority women. They have something you don’t, honor, a reverence for the earth, people and a natural feminine energy that vibrates nurturance, inclusiveness and a connection to something greater than us all. This is the only hope this country has.

Why I was so afraid of dating white men and what happened after I did.

Ever since I started noticing boys which was probably around 4th grade, I had this feeling that white boys were not an option for me. No one had ever literally said that to me, it was a notion that I had clearly inherited, it’s not just our looks that we inherit unfortunately. Either way, that’s just how it was for me, I simply excluded them. I started to notice in grade school how I gravitated toward only black and Hispanic boys. It just seemed to me this is just naturally how it “should” be.

Though, before I go further let me point a few other things out. I am an afro Latina, with very fair light skin and green eyes and in my family, I am one of only two light skinned women.  It never really occurred to me what that meant to either myself or the outside world until one moment in 7th grade. I lived in a predominantly black and Hispanic community. I spoke Spanish, I loved Spanish and fried foods, R&B, Hip Hop, Salsa and everything about my rich culture and my people. This was how I was raised. I never thought that I could be perceived as anything different than that. Let me say this is something I struggle with even today, I’m aware of the privilege my light skin gives me, and I struggle between wishing I looked more like my people and owning all of who I am, especially in this moment in time.

In 6th grade I had a crush, he was black, and he was beautiful. He was smart, funny and had a great smile. We talked and one day waiting for the bus outside school we kissed, just a tap kiss. Nevertheless, shortly after that we began “dating”, which at that time meant, holding hands, eating lunch together and walking me to the bus. One morning I remember getting off the bus at school and hearing that some girls wanted to fight me. I couldn’t imagine who or why. Later that afternoon I found out from my best friend, that a few black girls whom I wasn’t exactly friends with were pissed because I was dating this boy. I racked my brain trying to figure out what the issue was and soon realized they didn’t see me as I saw myself. I talked this out with my friend who is black, and though she didn’t feel that way. She was able to understand their position. Now I will not assume to know how they felt because the truth is, it was never discussed. I called my mom from school and she came to school and essentially threatened everyone and well nothing ever came of it, though I was left impacted for life.

After this incident, I began to question who I was, was I a fake, did I just acclimate to my surroundings etc.… An existential crisis at 10, and with parents who had no clue on how to have a real discussion with me about any of this. So, what I did was I chose to claim who I believed I was, I kept dating this boy and I didn’t let what other opinions were on the matter affect my choice. However, they did deeply affect my self-identity. Living in a household of chaos and where my needs were at the bottom of the list, I was left to explore and define this on my own.

As stated, I claimed who I was, and I also realized that I lived in a world that was not ready for such an exclamation or lack of excuses. This had me look at everything, I began questioning what I liked, disliked, all my choices. Now though I knew who I was, it didn’t change the fact that what they saw was a light skinned girl with light eyes and not the Indigenous girl I am. Or if they were also indigenous, they saw a light skinned privileged girl.  I was constantly stepping outside the boundaries of others and having to deal with the impact of that, just by existing. So, that’s where the fear of dating a white boy originated. I started to read books and magazines. I watched every movie I could find. What I came away with was as Anita told Maria in West Side Story, “stick to your own kind”. That was my safest bet. I began studying everyone and everything around me. I saw our cultural differences and the assumed views our cultures had of one another. It was traumatizing, and it was sad. Based on what I had been told, seen, read, and experienced, I came to the following conclusion. White men dip into the Latina/Black pool for few reasons. 1. To experiment, 2. We’re thought to be slutty and sexually promiscuous 3. We are the women to have on the side. My response to this was a quick fast get the hell out of here. That’s when I officially made the decision for myself, no white boys for me and I stuck to it. Stuck to it I did, at least until after my divorce from my Puerto Rican husband. Hey, trauma changes people.

I had a mild flirtation going on with a white business associate I often crossed paths with at work. He was handsome, accomplished, and he was white. We never crossed any lines until a few years later when he got wind that I was divorced and to my surprise so was he.  After a few phone calls about life after divorce, kids etc. he asked me out, I was terrified, but I said yes. Every single fear I had developed and some new ones, came up. To be completely honest, deep down inside, I never really thought I would be any more than a good lay and a good time. I eventually said fuck it, I met my fear head on and went for it and we had a great time. Our first date was a blast, great conversation, great food, a night of dancing and laughing and yes, we spent the night together, but to be fair I had known him for over 5 years at this point, we were pretty good friends (still making excuses for myself). For the next 6-9 months we dated and had a great time. We had some similarities and many differences, but we had a great friendship and amazing chemistry. Our relationship deepened, and we bonded over our mutual experience as single parents and starting over after failed marriages. It was great, and I fell in love, as did he. I recall one of our last days together, after making love, he told me I really thought you were the one. Our last night together went like this; he had called me, he said hearing my voice made him want to see me immediately. He drove over an hour to see me close to the middle of the night. He came over, we talked, we laughed, and we made love and that was the end.  Less than a year later he was in a serious relationship with a single, never married Italian woman with no children. Someone he could proudly bring home to meet mom and dad.

I knew why he ended it and I confronted him about it, but he denied it. We had come to the point in our relationship where as he said, he thought I was the one. So, what would have been the logical next step be? Introducing me to his family and eventually his children.  I believe, I didn’t fit the model for a traditional Sicilian Roman Catholic family, because I am Spanish, divorced single mom. Not an Italian, divorced single mom which I assume would have eased the burden a bit. I never did get him to admit it to me, but I didn’t have to because I just knew. I knew he loved me and I knew the block had nothing to do with how he felt for me personally. It was heartbreaking, I didn’t go into a deep depression about it, but I was present to the things that divide us as human beings. The fears of letting down our families, of upholding standards that we didn’t create, to doing the “right” thing for the external perception versus following our hearts or beliefs. This was a sad state indeed and such a downright depressing way to live life.

Eventually I got over him and over it. I did end up dating another white man after him, but I kept it cool and detached, zero emotions. We are friends to this day. This experience did not leave me opposed to dating white men in the least, though I would be lying, especially in this current social climate if I said I wouldn’t hesitate. I would hesitate, but I wouldn’t let it stop me. After all, these are made-up barriers and inherited ideals we must outgrow if we are to evolve. Of course, there are people evolving everywhere all the time, but I can only speak of my own experience and it is still something I struggle with and see others struggle with too.

This conversation hasn’t gone away for me, but I’m aware of it and I know it’s not real. However, that still has not changed the fact that I know I am not always perceived by others as I am. I must work to shut off the voices that are constantly screaming at me which stereotypes society has boxed me into today, which varies depending on who I am in front of. In front of a white man/woman who knows I’m an afro Latina, I show up as one thing. In front of a black man/woman I show up as another and so on and so on…  This really does get exhausting, but even through my personal fears, inherited voices and self-deprecation, I go on. I talk about this stuff with friends and clients all the time. Rome wasn’t built in a day, and so it will take some time for us to get to the place where we see one another as human being to human being. I have hope, and I believe that we are working on breaking stereotypes and the boxes we put people in before even really knowing them.

This works both ways, all ways in fact. As a parent, I especially believe this is an important teaching, one that I’ve discussed with my children, whom have already had their own experiences regarding the color of their skin and their heritage. Of course, we can’t change everyone’s perception, but we can create change one being at a time. Right now, that is the best we’ve got.