Ew A Pigeon. Or; If You Will How White Folks Feel About Melanin.

This reblogged post is a reminder of mindfulness and comfortableness in one’s skin. What other people think of you is their business. As long as you know who you are and what you want, don’t let other people’s view of you get in the way.

Race and Privilege

Recently I was sitting on the beach with a friend. The air was crisp. There were parachutes flying at distance in the ocean. Sail boats could be seen on the horizon and all around us people were immersed in their lives. Each of them experiencing the beach in our own way.

Suddenly my friend grimaced: “Ew a pigeon.” His disgust was palpable. I paused for a few seconds taking in my friends experience. Next, I watched as the pigeon waddled along the sand. In my mind the pigeon appeared to be living its’ best life.


The pigeon unencumbered by my friend’s disgust, was a walking metaphor for life.

Black folks are the “pigeons” of the world. Just like that pigeon we could be gingerly walking along the beach, the grocery store aisle, heck even down the side walk. Ultimately at some point we’re going to get the “ew a pigeon”…

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Stand By Me Courtesy Of Take 2, Playing For Change And The Kingdom Choir

It’s Sunday, the Lord’s day of rest. Take a moment to enjoy three versions of my favorite song, Stand By Me. One version reblogged from OSPREYSHIRE’S REALM that inspired this post.  That version is by Take 2, a summer camp for children, 11-15 years old, with mental conditions.  Another version is by Playing For Change and the final one is from the UK Royal Wedding, The Kingdom Choir, from South East England.

OMG! I had chills after listening to all three. Black people can sing!!! We make music!

Stand By Me has special meaning to me because I want someone special to stand by me.


UK Royal Wedding: Gospel Choir sings “Stand by Me”


Lyrics for Stand By Me

When the night has come
And the land is dark
And the moon is the only light we’ll see
No I won’t be afraid, no I won’t be afraid
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
So darlin’, darlin’, stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand by me, stand by me
If the sky that we look upon
Should tumble and fall
Or the mountains should crumble to the sea
I won’t cry, I won’t cry, no I won’t shed a tear
Just as long as you stand, stand by me
And darlin’, darlin’, stand by me, oh stand by me
Oh stand now by me, stand by me, stand by me-e, yeah


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Here’s another video that I took part of recently.

I got to play ukulele alongside my friend Korisa while two teens in the Take 2 Creative Camp (Laron and Jada) got to sing. We all played that timeless classic “Stand By Me”, and they sang while Korisa and I were their backing band. It was a lot of fun performing as I haven’t done music in a while. I even busted out a percussive strumming solo as I used my uke as both a drum and melodic device. Both Laron and Jada are talented singers and I’m honored to have been a part of this project.

Special thanks to YWCA Elgin and Take 2 Creative Camp.

Support Take 2 at http://take2creative.wordpress.com.

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As Catholic Hospitals Expand, So Do Limits on Some Procedures


By Katie Hafner

One in six hospital patients in the United States is now treated in a Catholic facility, according to the Catholic Health Association, a membership organization that includes 90 percent of the Catholic hospitals in the United States. In a 2016 report, MergerWatch, a nonprofit group in New York that tracks hospital consolidation, found that in 10 states, 30 percent or more of the acute-care hospital beds were under Catholic ownership, or in a hospital affiliated with a Catholic health care system. In a growing number of rural areas, a Catholic hospital is the sole provider of acute care.

Most facilities provide little or no information up front about procedures they won’t perform. The New York Times analyzed 652 websites of Catholic hospitals in the United States, using a list maintained by the Catholic Health Association. On nearly two-thirds of them, it took more than three clicks from the home page to determine that the hospital was Catholic.

Communication Styles: My Jamaican-American Culture

Comments motivated this post. One of the most consistent feedback I get from readers is my tendency to generalize. Often I don’t even realize I generalized.  One question is does “generalizing” get in the way of my message? Another question is does this kind of feedback reflect cultural indifference?

My culture is Jamaican-American. We tend to be quick and loud talkers. Hearing our conversation from a distance, people unfamiliar with the culture incorrectly assume we’re arguing, but that is a regular passionate discussion. Further, if you listen carefully, you will hear many generalizations.

I grew up in a culture where we communicated in generalities. When I talk with family, we understand each other despite speaking in generalities. You see it’s a given that not every white person is racist or hate black people. Does common sense need to be prefaced? We understand our communication style and so do not get caught in what I term semantics.

Cultures communicate differently. To appreciate each other, shouldn’t we embrace our different communication styles?

A 2008 survey showed almost 50% of whites believed blacks had achieved racial equality as opposed to 11% of blacks. Nearly 75% of blacks thought racism was still a significant problem as opposed to about a third of whites. That highlights a cultural difference in perception about the existence of racism.

Does generalizing get in the way of the message? For a culture that wants assimilation yes it does. For a culture that is unwilling to embrace other cultures yes it does.  For a culture that is indifferent yes it does.

Going forward, I welcome more feedback.   Presume unless I say 100% I don’t mean everyone. We learn from each other by communicating.  Lack of communication is what divides us so let’s be flexible and use common sense when we communicate.

What is more important in communication?  Understanding the culture and message of the communicator or making sure the communicator assimilates to the prevailing values and standards.
With that said, I recognize there will be a price to pay for my communication style.

My intent is to increase awareness and get readers thinking about issues surrounding culture and social justice.