Week 6: Theories of Differences
Reading V.F.
Cordova: America reminded me of what I have been thinking about constantly.
I have been searching for the truth and understanding of life itself which I
feel like will last a lifetime on to life after death. Personally, it was a
sign for me to read the words that the author says how she would never read the
myths of Christianity to her Native American children. When she explains how
the prophetess would then claim how “they” do not understand, it’s clear how it
is really those who do not understand that all this time the differences that
exist between society are meaningful in another way than what they truly think
and thus, are harmful. The “Christian” view and the “real” view have outlined
the reality, what is wrong and has caused the discriminatory processes and systems
that is the foundation of what America was built on in the first place that
disconnected humanity from its original roots of life.
Of
the Water and the Spirit was very interesting as I have never
read anything like that before. I imagine many people would question the
literature and deny that it is true, but if it is, wow. It reminds me of how I have started reading about the universe
that we live in and it is intriguing how much more the world makes sense the
more that I read and how many differences there is the farther I go and look. The
way that they expressed their emotion and culture of death, how the author
explained the process of how and why each event took place is powerful. The
magical parts of it are mystical, and amazing to wonder about. I found it
relatable to the society that we live in when the author said that the laws of
nature are broken when someone goes “private.” It made me think of how the laws
of nature are broken as the whole wide world is divided up into privacy
sections, such as the actions and results of the possessive investment in
whiteness and increasing inequality that is caused by those who are in power.
There
lived a little boy who was misled paints a picture that is
impossible to erase as I can only imagine the reality of these places and lives
that have been negatively impacted. The cities that have been built and then
neglected, only to become homes of individuals and families that have struggled
due to the suffocating lack of options to choose from, with no choice other than
being misled is just one of the most hypocritical aspects of America as a
result of the possessive investment in whiteness. There is a reason why the
smoke darkened everything, as it had been allowed to burn in the first place. This
country had all the resources it needed as a land full of freedom and
opportunity but based on the many years that have passed, society has been
divided in the very first place, deciding the way life is for people, depending
on their skin color.
After reading The
Possessive Investment in Whiteness, I approach once again one of my
weaknesses of how there are some things that I do not fully understand about
the financial and economic crooks and chasms, and I feel like I cannot be any
help if I do not. Although I do suspect corruption automatically and acknowledge
that the possessive investment in whiteness exists, I feel inclined to live the
rest of my life fighting against it. The question how I can do that still remains.
Mia Birdsong in the TED Talk makes a perfect point about how the people
themselves are the key to the solution, how we are magic. I think that is so
true and that is one of the things that was taken away from us a long time ago,
for the sole purpose of those in power controlling us all for the profit. It is
discouraging to think about how many ideas and useful aspects of people there
are that never even got the chance to share what they have to give in the
world. They just need to be given the chance. It seems like the differences
that exist are made to separate society on purpose, to keep many others from
achieving better, and I am hoping that we can fix that.
Lee Mokobe’s poem was one of the best poems I ever
heard. To me, it explains exactly how society and gender has been shaped by religion, and how it negatively effects the LGBTQ community.
Ref
ReferencesBirdsong, M. (2015). The story we tell about poverty isn't true [video file]. Retrieved from http://www.ted.com/talks/mia_birdsong_the_story_we_tell_about_poverty_isn_t_true.
Coates, T. (2008). There lived a little boy who was misled. The beautiful struggle: a memoir. Spiegel & Grau.
Cordova, V. F. (2007). America. How it is: The Native American philosophy of V. F. Cordova (40-45). Tuscon, AZ: Tucson University Press.
Lipsitz, G. (1998). The Possessive Investment in Whiteness. Philadelphia, PA: Temple University Press.
Mokobe, L. A powerful poem about what it feels like to be transgender [video file]. Retrieved from https://www.ted.com/talks/lee_mokobe_a_powerful_poem_about_what_it_feels_like_to_be_transgender?language=en.
Some, M. P. Grandfather's funeral. Of water and the spirit: ritual, magic, and initiation in the life of a Shaman (56-73). Penguin Books.
"There lived a little boy who was mislead" was very confusing to me at first. I couldn't quite grasp what it meant, but after reading what you wrote about it, it all clicked together.
ReplyDelete"The cities that have been built and then neglected, only to become homes of individuals and families that have struggled due to the suffocating lack of options to choose from, with no choice other than being misled is just one of the most hypocritical aspects of America as a result of the possessive investment in whiteness."
This statement really hit home with me. Just this past week I met a guy my age who lives a very different lifestyle than I do. I had the opportunity to speak to him about his past and was blown away. You see, he was also a little boy who was mislead, left in a neglected city with no other option than to survive. He did that by joining a gang for protection and selling drugs for money; he was 14 years old. Now, at 21, he has 3 felonies and has to continue his illegal ways of making a living because no place of business will hire him for the crimes he committed as a teen. This puts him at risk of being sent to jail again and suffering a worse fate. He is a victim of oppression, institutional racism, gentrification, and many other things. But still, he carries on, resilient as ever. I think we often forget that the misled children are still people; people who turn into adults, and sometimes, they have to follow that misled path because it is all they know, and because we, as a society, have left them with no other choice.