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Posted in mamahood on November 14, 2008 by aprildelfuegoTalking about racism
Posted in activism, mamahood on August 2, 2008 by aprildelfuegoI was reading the blog, Stuff White People Do, and in a comment I saw a reference to an event that happened in my hometown of Austin, Texas. Not just Austin, but specifically the Lake Travis area on the west side of Austin, where I grew up.
So I googled it, and found the local television news station’s website with their description of the events. It brought back a flood of memories of hearing this kind of shit. Growing up in a “liberal” household, I learned to stand up to people who said the n-word, but I wasn’t really taught to pick apart the constant barrage of subtle (as well as blatant) racist stories in the news. Now that I have a few more skills in this area, I can’t seem to shut up about the racism I see all around me.
Another thing missing from my experience growing up was the chance to hear diverse perspectives on news stories. I was in an all-white bubble, surrounded by people who, like me, had the unearned privilege of not hearing newscasts chock-full of negative stereotypes about us, and who had the choice of staying oblivious to the realities of the racism around and within us.
I remember having moments of awareness, thinking things like, “Geez, every time they show a sketch of someone wanted by the police, its a black guy…surely that’s not right!” But those moments were just blips on the radar. Most of the time I lived in oblivion, like all the other white people around me.
So, back to the news story. Basically its about a young black athlete, Cedric Benson, who was boating on Lake Travis and got hassled by the police. Here’s part of the story from the news station’s web site (www.kvue.com), as well as local people’s comments quoted in the story. In italics are my interpretations of the underlying racist message.
“A former UT football player is arrested on Lake Travis. Police say Cedric Benson, 25, was boating with about a dozen people Saturday night when police pulled his boat over for a random safety inspection.” (Random safety inspection means they pulled over the black guy because he didn’t belong ’round there, and you can’t trust a boat full of n*#*s having fun.)
“Officers say Benson, who is now a running back for the Chicago Bears, was behind the wheel and had been drinking.” (The cops ignored all the drunk white boaters and took the opportunity to teach a lesson to the uppity negro in the nice boat.)
‘He’s a celebrity, thought he could get away with everything I guess. I mean, sometimes they believe they’re above the law,’ (Just because he’s famous, that don’t mean we want him ’round here, and that don’t mean we cain’t still string up n*#*s that break the law!) said Lake Travis boater, Tom Concienne.
‘Just another spoiled athlete he believes he’s above the law. Unfortunately they are subject to laws and they have to follow them as well. If they’re not, they should get arrested,’ (Even though white folks do what he was doing all the time without getting hassled, that spoiled n*#* needs to remember his place!) said Lake Travis boater, Tom Rajan.
After reinterpreting this news item, I took advantage of the internet, and looked around to find some different perspectives on this event. At http://sportsonmymind.com, I found this blog-post, as well as 2 comments on the post:
“Lake Travis is a sanguine body of water in the tony section of Austin, Texas. Each weekend the lake is filled with boaters of all ages. As night drops over Texas’ capital city the manses on the hills above the lake shimmer. The likes of actress Sandra Bullock and tennis star Andy Roddick reside in the hills and often party on the lake.
Inevitably on those Friday and Saturday nights young, mostly white revelers can be heard out; the high-pitched laughs and screams of women and the primal frat boy drunken yells to no one in particular abound. As their crafts glide by older partiers they wave but the hip-hop and rap music remains clearly audible even from 60 feet above the shore. The young yell their hellos a little too inebriated while the slightly more sober older folk cordially wave and smile.
I have seen this scene perhaps 50 times on Lake Travis. I have seen people on party boats diving into spotlighted water late, late into the evening. I have heard the boom of the bass of rock or rap music as if a speaker was next to my ear.
But I have never, ever seen a Lower Colorado River Authority officer do anything other than float by and ask the white partiers if everything is all right.
Now if you’re a young, black and wealthy NFL running back, and ex University of Texas star named Cedric Benson and you own a 30-foot party boat and you’re on Lake Travis with your boys and some women and the same music is playing that was heard on the by white partiers just five minutes before – well, you’re getting busted. And if you say a word, you’re getting sprayed”
Tka-Tka
Posted in mamahood on June 28, 2008 by aprildelfuegoThis morning at 5:50am (too early!), Sonnet was waking up next to me and making noises and wiggling around. I was just laying there, hoping she’d change her mind about waking up. Instead, she started tickling my neck with her soft little fingers, making the little tka-tka noise that we use when we tickle each other. I just taught her how to tickle my neck yesterday, and already she’s incorporating it into her life, wow! Anyway, I couldn’t help but laugh, since it was just sooo cute, and a few minutes later we got up together.
I’m not a true stoic.
Posted in general, mamahood on June 15, 2008 by aprildelfuegoI’m feeling less enthusiastic about life than usual, and I’ve been trying to figure out why. Is it because I’m so tired?
I’ve been having all kinds of health problems that have been wearing me out…last month I lost a ton of blood, and this month I’ve had major stomach problems, which may end up requiring surgery. And Sonnet has regressed in her sleeping habits lately, so I’m not getting enough rest. It feels like I’m never going to feel good again.
There’s so much good stuff in my life, and yet I’m feeling kind of down, and I sound like a complainer when I try to talk about it. There’s this self-critical voice that says I should shut up about all my problems and be grateful for all of the wonderful aspects of my life…particularly my healthy, beautiful daughter (who is toddling all over the place these days, by the way:-)
I have found, though, that I’m not really a true stoic. When I try to be stoic, I just end up feeling miserable until I talk about whatever it is that’s getting to me, and go ahead and feel my feelings. Then I can really move on, and I don’t have to fake it by trying to look strong. I guess its my astrological destiny to find my strength by going into my weakness. I have to let my frailty have its way with me, and be super vulnerable and raw. That’s when I’m at my strongest, when I’m at my weakest.
Sometimes I forget this, or fight it, so its good that I’m remembering. I guess there’s a new layer of learning around this aspect of myself, now that I’m a parent. We want to be strong for our children, right? What irony that to be strong for Sonnet, I need to be willing to be weak. I hope that this gives her room to find her own path to dealing with her strengths and weaknesses, and that she doesn’t feel driven to be stoic. I want for her what I want for myself, so maybe if I give it to myself, I give it to her? That’s deep.
The first year
Posted in general, mamahood on May 15, 2008 by aprildelfuegoReflecting on our first year with Sonnet…
I am SOOO loving being a mama. I feel like I’m better at this “job” than I have been at anything else in my whole life. Like I just had so much love in my heart just waiting to be poured into a new little person, and now I’m finally getting to let it all out. And I see it reflected back to me in the very present, aware, curious, loving, affectionate, sensitive, open, resilient being of my daughter, and in the amazing relationship between the two of us.
These days Sonnet is practicing walking and she says words like kitty cat, doggy, up, da-da, hi. And she’s learning sign language for lots of other words. She is such a little nature girl, always wanting to be outside, pick flowers and watch animals. She loves to go up and down stairs. She likes to touch her toes to her nose. She follows her daddy down the driveway waving bye-bye in the morning. She loves music and dancing. She’s always picking up sticks and rocks and leaves and carrying them around. She gives me kisses. Every day is a new adventure, as she explores and learns about the world (well, mainly our back yard and the play ground!)
I’m often tired, since nobody in our house gets a full night of sleep yet. And sometimes I have to take a deep breath for patience and persistence when she wants me to walk around the house YET AGAIN, or when she fusses and I have no idea what she needs/wants. I struggle to find time for myself, and to know what to do with myself when I finally detach myself from Sonnet and get out into the world. Everything that I was before she was born is still there, and yet its different somehow, and I’m figuring things out day by day. Because of all of this, sometimes by the end of the day, I’m just toast. And still, I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Told you so…
Posted in mamahood on May 5, 2008 by aprildelfuegoThe ONLY good thing about my daughter having so much trouble with night weaning is that I can say I told you so to all the people who claimed it would only take a couple of nights and that she wouldn’t cry for more than thirty minutes. I said then, “you don’t know my daughter! she is a very determined and expressive little person, I think she’ll cry more than that.” And, unfortunately, I was right. We’re a week and a half into it and last night she was awake and crying for 2 hours.:-( And even on the nights when she doesn’t cry that long, she still hasn’t just given up on getting nursie in the middle of the night. So I can say I TOLD YOU SO to all those people who said it would only be hard for one or two nights, and that she wouldn’t cry for very long.
Its Tough
Posted in mamahood on May 2, 2008 by aprildelfuegoIts tough when my baby cries. Poor little punkin. I love her so much, and I want things to go her way, but unfortunately that doesn’t always happen. So I just have to be strong, do what I can to comfort her, and know that this too shall pass. Its tough when my baby cries.
Sleep Deprivation and Oppression
Posted in activism, mamahood on February 4, 2008 by aprildelfuegoBecause I have periodic bouts of sleep deprivation due to the baby factor, I’m having some new insight about class oppression.
Sleep deprivation makes it harder to do everything: its harder to get tasks done, stay focused, learn, get along with others, have dreams and goals (beyond getting more sleep!), assert yourself in a calm way when something goes wrong, think critically about important issues, or take on extra tasks beyond survival-level work.
Lots of folks who are in the lower socio-economic class in our culture are subjected to sleep deprivation on a regular basis. I’ve known lots of struggling families where at least one, if not both, of the parents are working more than one job as well as taking care of home and family responsibilities, which leaves them with very short hours for sleeping. People who are homeless often get poor sleep due to lack of safety, exposure to the elements, noise, being harassed, etc. People who are struggling with poverty, classism, racism, homophobia, immigration issues, mental health issues, etc are often subjected to stressful day-to-day situations that can rob them of peaceful sleep.
If all of these people got lots of good sleep, would they have the energy, focus and where-with-all to advocate for social reforms that would change their lives for the better? Of course they would! Would they have more energy for self-advancement through education, job training, etc? Absolutely! So here is the chicken and the egg, the catch 22, the snafu–as I see it:
Class oppression can lead to sleep deprivation, and sleep deprivation contributes to continued class oppression by keeping people too tired to do something to change things.
Even though my sleep deprivation is not due to the effects of class oppression, when I get better sleep, it is noticeable how much more effective I am in the world. And this makes me wonder what our world would look like if everyone had the privilege of good and plenty sleep.
Holiday Mushiness
Posted in mamahood on December 24, 2007 by aprildelfuego
It appears that having a child makes me more susceptible to holiday mushiness. Some people think it’s uncool to be emotional like this, but I’m not so sure about that.
Background: I’m not typically Christmas-crazy, and I’m not Christian, so Jesus is not the reason for my season, and I hate shopping frenzies and the consumerist haze that hangs over many Christmas-crazy Americans. However: I do love being with loved ones at Christmas, I love taking the time to pick out or make gifts that I think will brighten someone’s life, and I have a lifetime of memories associated with the holiday (most of them positive).
So, enjoying Christmas isn’t what’s new. What’s new this season is my daughter. She’s only 7 months old, so Christmas is not a big deal to her. But her effect on me IS a big deal.
What started it was when I put her in her red velvet Christmas dress for a little pre-Christmas gathering with some of her out-of-town grandparents. Seeing her in that little dress with her little white leotards (we called them lisatards when we were kids), and her Santa hat, my eyes filled with tears of joy. I think this was one of those moments where I realized I have what I had been dreaming of: a beautiful little family! Something about dressing my daughter up made me feel like I’m living a dream come true. Of course part of it is the RED VELVET…which I love!
In the days since the red velvet dress, I’ve continued to be really, really grateful. Little moments just make me so happy. Like at 5:30 this morning, when Sonnet (who sleeps with us) woke up and starting crawling over me and her dad, and she reminded me of those meerkats: she was on her knees with her hands on her dad’s back, popping her little head up and peering at him to see if he was awake (which he was shortly thereafter!). And at dinner lately, when she sits in her high chair, contentedly chewing on the straps of the chair, looking up at us every once in a while then going back to her very important task of mauling those straps. Or like right now, when she’s standing up in her crib (which is more of a playpen, since she doesn’t sleep in there!) and she keeps smiling at me until I look up at her and smile back at her, at which point she blows me some “I love you Mama” raspberries.
In these moments, I feel a pang in my heart, and I get teary-eyed. The tears are about the deep, deep love for Sonnet that makes me so glad to be alive. So glad I decided to have faith in love and hook up with her awesome dad. Grateful that all those years ago when I thought life wasn’t worth living, that I hung on and made it through to the other side. So lucky to have had a healthy pregnancy with a healthy baby at the end of it. And so freaking grateful for the chance to be Sonnet’s mother: to have a little being who benefits so much from all of this love that I’ve always had in my heart, love that I finally get to pour into a child, and then watch her flourish from it. Wow—so, so amazing!
This is a good kind of holiday mushiness. Very cool.



First comment: “Great post brotha Dwil. During my college days I have experienced that many times.
Expecially when the black college students would hang out on one night and the white students would hang out another night.
The way the cops treated both was totally different. And not only the cops but also businesses too.”
Second comment: “damn, I already knew about DWB, but never really thought about Boating While Black (BWB)… same shit, different vehicle…
Pepper spray? Damn again… I don’t know all the details, but I’m sure that the police officer’s life was in grave danger…”
This interpretation of the story lands on me as right on now, but I wonder how I would’ve experienced it as a teenager. I easily could’ve distanced myself based on the description of the Lake Travis area as “tony,” since we were totally working class, and were often just as annoyed with those frat rat partiers as the author is. And I could’ve let my discomfort about my whiteness keep me from acknowledging my white privilege.
I think its also possible that hearing different perspectives would have felt good to me, too. Like most adolescents, I had a keen interest in justice, and I think some realistic conversations about racism…not just the racism “out there,” but the racism right around me and within me…would have helped me channel and explore some of the discomfort and pain that I felt when I had those blips of awareness around this issue.
Now that I have a child of my own, a big goal of mine is to talk, talk, talk about racism and the other -isms, about privilege, about all cultures (including white culture), about white conditioning, and about the anti-racist white identity and community that I cultivate. And I also feel very committed to having people with different cultural backgrounds and perspectives around and in our family so my daughter doesn’t grow up in a white bubble. And perhaps most importantly, I want to help her develop the vocabulary, emotional presence, and critical thinking skills to express herself about all of these issues. I imagine that someday I will be learning from her about these issues, and I hope and believe that I will be open to that.