MOVING ON.....2024

A Note From The Author: Jacqueline E. Hughes

I am so happy to welcome in the new year, 2024!!! My Blog is changing-up a bit....mainly because I am evolving. Travel will always take precedence in my life and, my journeys will be shared with you. This 2024 version will offer a variety of new stories and personal ideas, as well. This is all about having fun and enjoying this Beautiful Journey called......Life!!!

Showing posts with label Bigotry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bigotry. Show all posts

Thursday, December 15, 2016

THE TASK OF MAKING AMERICA SMART AGAIN.....?



A series of essays.....






.....as seen through my eyes!




By: Jacqueline E. Hughes
 


To make America smart again, you would have to assume that it was smart to begin with.

And, it was....before Washington D.C. became 'the swamp' following the November 8 election, it was known as a fair and balanced ecosystem that incorporated all people, faiths, and ideologies within its borders. It was quickly drained of its kindness and left vulnerable and open to greed, fear, and foreign influence!

As a young child living with my parents, older brother and, eventually, my two younger brothers, I was young, naive, and authority figures surrounded my everyday life. They wore grown-up clothes which included suits and ties, long black 'habits' that covered everything with the exception of their face and hands, and high-necked dresses adorned with silver chains from which a studious-looking pair of eyeglasses dangled from, often resembling an awkward piece of sculpture resting on their bosom. Authoritarianism.

This doesn't include the male authority figure who would preside at daily mass and then hide in a small cupboard as he listened to our sins, offered the forgiveness of God, and then sent us out of the cupboard to pray for that forgiveness. I can recall being on the playground when this holy man would stride through us kids on his way from the Rectory to the school building. We would all silently pray that he could not recognize our voices, connect them with our faces, and know what we individually confessed to him during the week! Humbleness.

Our respect for policemen went without saying. They were there to protect us from evil. Although, at such a young age, I really didn't know what that evil consisted of. Those were the days, as well, when the family doctor came calling at our house to check my throat and take my temperature before telling my parents that I had strep throat.....again, and would have to bed rest and take his prescribed medication. Consolation.

Growing older, my world greatly expanded and my own thoughts, lifestyle, and habits began to mold and shape my individualism and formulate my ideas as an adolescent and young adult. Maturity.

Fear was an obsolete term for me as I approached adulthood. I may have only applied it to the fact that I feared losing my parents one day....the only authority figures who, whether out of love or heavy doses of pure guilt, would always have the power to affect my life like no one else could. Loyalty.



I am, significantly, older now. I have lived through so much while making many decisions along with minor/major life changes. I have become book-smart, responsible, commonsensical, often goofy and carefree, with one of my greatest attributes being the ability to listen. It has always been a pleasure of mine to listen to what others have to say. Everyone is important and everyone has something they need to tell someone else. But, not everyone has the patience to just.....listen to them.

Aging and living a full life has taught me how important all of life's lessons are, whether good, bad, or indifferent.

Now that I am older, the level of my intelligence, I've determined, is not measured by an I.Q. rating or how many Facebook quizzes have been aced recently. Rather, it is based upon the observance of what is going on and being said and being acted upon (or not) within this amazing world we live in. 

Admittedly, we now live in a world of massive doses of positive and negative stimulus, mainly due to social media. Does having all of this information, literally at our fingertips, make us smarter? Or, is it information overload at its most ineffectiveness? Having graciously earned senior adult status, I have a few things to say about this.....

While I was living out my childhood under the thumb of the authority figures who impacted everyday life, I, more than likely, was making mental notes about what was going on within my own small world. Did I know or care about who the President of the United States was, what his job or purpose was? No.

What I did note was what influenced me the most at the time, which included how my parents treated one another, what my closest relatives (including grandparents) taught us about the world and the people around us, the importance of an older brother obtaining a college education, and the unimportance of girls, in general, achieving that same goal. How all young girls needed to protect their innocence, remain chaste, and never give in to their instinctive feelings or emotions. And yet....a boy wasn't considered a man until he had had sex for the first time! No double-standards here!!

When you stop to think about it, children growing up in the 1950's were primed and in full acceptance of their beliefs and experiences that were to follow in the mid-1960's. 

Simply stated....we had had enough!

We evolved into free-thinkers with an education and the ability to discuss with our peers the challenges, insecurities, and inequalities that made-up our lives, including the working establishment that we knew we could not avoid if we were to survive in this world. We remembered how many of our Mothers had been treated as second-class citizens by our own Fathers. How our relatives preached white supremacy under the guise of self-protection from the Negros that could do us bodily harm. And, how, as a young woman, we were guilty of 'leading men on' by the style of clothes we wore, if we filed our nails in the public eye, or if the kids we hung around with lived on the 'wrong side' of the tracks. Ah! No bigotry or racism there!

Sitting here pounding the keys of my i-Pad today, having already lived through many Presidents, some bad and some better than most, it's difficult to wake up in the morning without thinking about what is transpiring on the political scene today, in this case somewhere between Washington D.C. and a golden tower on Fifth Avenue in New York City. I, literally, attempt to suppress my feelings of fear and anxiety about the future by keeping myself away from cable news and Facebook. How's that working for you, kid? Admittedly, not very well. 

Always questioning what is going on around me, I decided to analyze the slogan made famous on the 'chapeau rouge' worn by this President-elect throughout his campaign. "Make America Great Again!" Thinking back far into my own childhood, I tried to recall what made America great back then and for whom was it so great and wonderful? 

Certainly not for many females, especially when, even in the mid to late 1960's, they were told that sending them to college was a waste of time and money. Certainly not for the poor who earned minimum wages while attempting to put food on the table each day. Certainly not for a person of color who had to fight for his/her equality every waking moment and were chided and controlled by a military force known as the local police. And, certainly not for the lonely, oppressed Mother who made the decision not to have more children even if it meant bleeding to death by a wire coat hanger knowing that this was the only way she had control of her own body......

Basic control over what others may say and do.....is that what this new administration believes will make America great again? 

In Baton Rouge, Louisiana earlier this week, after having recently won the title of Person of the Year by Time Magazine, the President-elect was openly complaining to his constituents that this title used to be called Man of the Year before adapting to the (in his words) politically correct version of 'Person.' Evidently, making America manly once again by not acknowledging the hard work of women or the presence of strong women within our society, will aid him in making America great again!!!

Being a woman and having two strong woman as daughters who, in turn, have introduced to the world three amazingly intelligent daughters of their own.....  I REFUSE to go backwards into the future. Especially, not back into the dark ages of our country's history where equality among people as a whole was non-existent, most men and women had no designs on their own destiny, and absolute power was in the hands of a few rich, mature white men.

The definitive progress made by mankind in the last several decades that was guided by mutual respect and understanding for one another is about as far back in time as I choose to go. Most of us have worked way too hard to have all of our long fought battles reversed by people who just wanted to shake-up our government, take back jobs that have been mechanized and are non-existent, who failed to understand that lies and deception are the new rules and guidelines set-up by the very person they voted for, and taking the benefits of a decent life of education, health care, earned rights of Social Security benefits and Medicare back into the dark ages.

If 'The Dumbing-Up of America' serves the handful of filthy rich and greedy characters that desire to deny Americans their basic freedoms, then hope will go by the wayside. The once great United States of America will tumble into a heap of rubble that cannot and will not be respected by the rest of the world. That decline has already become evident to many of us.

Is it too late, fellow Americans, to 'Make America Smart Again?' If it isn't, we had better get our act together NOW and do something to renew our Hope and Faith in a nation that is quickly melting into the hands of foreign powers, unhealthy greed, and the frigid bonds of dictatorship.


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Thursday, July 14, 2016

"BIRTH OF A NEW SPIRIT IN AMERICA"


A series of essays.....




RACHEL ROBINSON: ENORMOUS  COURAGE AND MORAL INTEGRITY


.....as seen through my eyes!





By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


This is a message for all of the strong women out there; past, present, and future. This is a message about repression and its flagrant use throughout the history of this great nation.

Last evening, after the Nightly News was watched, our daily events discussed, and dinner consumed, we decided to watch Part One of the Ken Burns' documentary entitled Jackie Robinson which we had recorded a few weeks ago.

As the credits rolled, we must have spent another hour, at least, discussing what had recently been unveiled before us. As the Brits might say......, we were gobsmacked by the revelations compiled and brought to the screen by this ingenious documentarist, with kudos reaching out to his daughter, Sarah, in the 'writing' category.

KEN BURNS

I must say that I am always deeply happy when my own research takes me far below the surface and into places that I'd previously only skimmed over, or remembered from college courses.

Last evening we were formally introduced to this truly amazing couple, Rachel and Jack Robinson, via the spirit, wisdom, and talent of Ken Burns. I know that Rachel and Jackie, both strong and caring individuals in their own right, would have marked great strides down their independent paths......however, together they were a powerful partnership that blossomed constantly within the goodness they created and the hate they were forced to endure.

The blatant hatred of the color of their skin.......a fact that often eclipsed the intelligence, sound judgment, and innate talent possessed by this team, should and will be a blight on our society, forever!

There had to be a good reason we waited until now to watch this documentary. Following this past week of violence by and directed towards our police, it was time to stimulate our sense of equilibrium with another solid dose of reality. Life has a way of taking things from one extreme to the other and, eventually, meeting in the middle, if we're lucky.

"Robinson couldn't have done it without his wife, Rachel," proclaims Burns in an interview with Newsweek. "Rachel was his confident, his rock, and his only refuge from the incessant abuse he endured."

Burns was able to highlight the strength behind the relationship of Jackie and Rachel, college sweethearts, in an interview with Barack and Michelle Obama. Their 'journey' has been similar to Jackie and Rachel's. "Jackie is the first to go through a door back then. The president is the first to go through a door, and he's saying (to paraphrase President Obama in the documentary), that when people are giving you shit for stuff that has to do with the color of your skin, it’s good to go home to where people love you and have your back."

RACHEL AND JACK ON THEIR FIRST DATE

Rachel would always have Jackie's back! "Home was our place away from the world, and it was central," said Rachel. "We made a point not to talk about every negative encounter that happened. That would have been too much. We treated our home like a haven and when you come into a haven you don't want to bring in painful things. You want to cherish it. You use the haven to get yourself ready for the next day."

Rachel graduated from UCLA with a bachelor's degree in nursing and went on to obtain a master's degree in psychiatric nursing from New York University, according to Wikipedia. Last evening, we saw this beautiful lady, mother of three, constantly protect Jackie's back all through the time when Jackie was breaking baseball's color barrier in 1946 and 1947. Later, with Rachel by his side, Jackie went on to fight for Civil Rights in this country and assist in getting John F. Kennedy into the White House.

Number 42, first baseman and shortstop for the Brooklyn Dodgers, Jackie faced adversity from birth: He was born a black man in a white man's world. One of the stipulations he had to comply with as a member of the Dodgers' team was to turn the other cheek when racial hatred came aiming its ugly fist at him. Rachel helped Jackie control his temper and realize exactly why his opportunity/venture into this elite side of baseball was so important to both black and white people alike.

When Number 42 became confronted by racial hatred and bigotry, he defined the moment as the "Birth of a new spirit in America!" He went on to explain that when a white team player defied convention, he was known to possess 'spirit.'  When he, a black player, defied convention, he was noted as 'an uppity n***** or ungrateful.'

Jackie's ability to live a good life with his strong wife and amazing
family during this time is a testament to his true spirit. He was an honorable gentleman, family man, and leader who was given exceptional athletic abilities and was able to use them to everyone's advantage. His notoriety as Number 42 helped to launch his career as a Civil Rights advocate and to make his way through new doors as a Black Man who had experienced repression first-hand.

*Fear
*Hate
*Slavery
*Misinterpretation of Religion
*Bullying
*Lack of Education
*Need For Power
*Denial of "All People Created Equal" Under God
*Genuine Lack of Respect For Others
The above are all contributing factors in a world that chooses war over peace, hatred over love, and guns over verbal communication and understanding.

When you can look an adversary in the eyes and say, "I can't treat you right or with genuine respect if I look at you as being inferior to me," you have taken a giant leap in the right direction of understanding racism in America.

Yes, Black lives do matter and should matter to all of us who have never had the color of our skin be a threat to the quality of our life. If Jackie and Rachel Robinson were standing here today, I believe they would say this to all of us who, after so many years, continue to live through these difficult times: "We're all in this together, even if that's not easy."

Greatness, strength, and understanding are ultimately supported from the bottom....up, creating a strong foundation. Respect for others is a right given to all of us at birth. We must never allow others (parents, piers, friends, even high ranking leaders) to take this privilege of equality away from us. Let's teach our children that the color of their skin makes no difference and that we're all equal to one another in this world.

We are eager to absorb Part Two of Jackie Robinson tonight. I will listen, take more notes, and learn from the experience.


Author's Note: Rachel Robinson will turn 94 years young on July 19, 2016. Happy Birthday Beautiful Lady!


Copyright © 2016 by Jacqueline E. Hughes
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Thursday, April 16, 2015

DAYCARE BLUES.....REVISITED IN 2015



A series of essays.....




BRENNA BAKING COOKIES WITH 'GWANDMA'



.....as seen through my eyes!


By: Jacqueline E. Hughes


Several years ago, when our oldest grandchild was three years old, I sat down and wrote my original Blog entitled, "Daycare Blues." Unfortunately, the story I am about to relate is as sad yet prevalent today as it was in May of 2010......and, regretfully, has been for so many years before this time.

Just as we should always embrace our young sons to respect all girls and treat them as equals, the continuing focus of instructing our young children to acknowledge, respect and accept everyone on this planet as mirror images of themselves is vital to our future existence. Hate, bigotry, disrespect all evolve from one emotion...Fear. Let us advocate Love instead and help alleviate the pain endured by so many families that lose a son or a daughter, husband or wife, all because someone is afraid of the color of their skin.

My story should definitely be a wake-up call for all of us......


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DAYCARE BLUES.....REVISITED IN 2015

Each Wednesday of my rich and wonderful life I am privileged to be with my beautiful granddaughter, Brenna. With the exception of an occasional vacation or two, we have bonded each week for over three years and my Wednesdays are special for me in many ways.

Brenna has recently turned the ripe, old age of three and is participating in her fourth classroom and level of challenges offered by her daycare experience. I have been privy to observing pertinent changes within her personality during this time. Her bastion has actually strengthened with each move she makes so that by the time she enters the public school system, her defenses will be fortified to their highest degree.

She has had to learn to hold her own against the best of them, as well as learn that 'the best of them' can be her very good friends, too. I believe the world better be ready for all of these strong, opinionated and highly motivated children who will be responsible for, hopefully, a better and more loving world in the future.

Her loving spirit, the sweet center of this amazing child, consists of rich and decadent French butter creme piped into the cutest little being I know. When she melts into my arms around eight o'clock in the morning, I know my life is complete and the planets are aligned. My petite cream puff and I are ready for whatever the day has to offer us. Heading the list is a good, hardy breakfast!


 
 


"Gwandma, eggies please!?" Upon her request, I proceed to make them with a flourish, accompanied by blueberries or strawberries, wheat toast and milk. She munches away with gusto as I settle down beside her with my tub of Greek yogurt, cup of black coffee and conversation. I ask her how her time at daycare has been so far this week and if she is prepared to tackle the rigors of dance class facing her Saturday morning. Ah, the life of a three-year old!

As I sit here now, I wonder about my own daughters at such a vulnerable young age and if we weren't constantly missing out on some of the underlying factors that contributed towards the adults they had yet to become. Certainly we listened for improper use of the English language and corrected them. We taught them not to chase the ball out into the busy street or talk to strangers. We encouraged the five-steps to advanced learning which included being able to wink, recognizing up from down, whistling, snapping one's fingers and blowing sweet bubble gum bubbles. Naturally, we reinforced the constant progression of coordination and talent all taught within the confines of their highchair during meals. Everyone loves a captive audience!

Is it possible to even recall being three years old again ourselves? It can be quite a stretch for most of us until we are reintroduced in time by our own children and grandchildren. We conjure-up the wonderful memories of a distant Christmas morning surrounded by so many presents to open or, the more painful times of when an older brother would bend your arm behind your back and make you cry while your parents were off in another room. Ah, the interesting life of a three-year old!

It is precisely because I can recall many of the pivotal yet innocent moments of my own early childhood that what I was about to hear from Brenna affected me so deeply. Brenna told me during breakfast that morning that she didn't like Shout anymore. Shout is one of the main characters in her new favorite television show called Fresh Beat on the Nick Jr. channel. I was a bit confused by this because this show was what she and I had been watching and talking about for the past few weeks. She never takes her 'Nick' characters lightly so, out of curiosity, I asked her why she was discounting Shout all of a sudden. "I don't like his hair," was her instant reply. His hair, being short, a bit kinky in texture and black in color aroused my suspicions even more. I held my tongue and allowed her to say what was on her mind.

"He's black and I'm white and I don't like him anymore," came rolling out of her tiny mouth mingled with as much innocence and sincerity as a small child can muster. Her words floated across the table at me as if I were in a dream state and I tried to contain my composure as my 'baby' was now pointing at her thin, white arm while instructing me in the knowledge of opposite skin tones between her tiny appendage and Shout's similar one. Yes, similar but not exactly the same.



INNOCENCE
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Are children her age even supposed to care if their arm is a different color from someone else's arm? Does society reach out to our very young and infuse such striking negativity into their young hearts and minds? I now know that the answer to this is a resounding.....yes! Somehow, someway my granddaughter had been told by persons unknown to myself that her skin color was superior to other skin tones. My heart was encased within a fragile shell of fine glass and ready to break into a million pieces..... This conversation should not be happening already and yet, it was.

The best tact I could take at this point was not to question the root of this assumption, but rather to help dispel it by offering her as many positive alternatives as I could come up with. I asked if she had black children in her daycare class. She did. I asked her if she played with them and if they all got along well together. They did. I asked if the character named Shout on television ever said or did anything to upset her. He had not. I asked her to name some of the good things she thought of when seeing Shout and she immediately replied that he sings and dances and makes pretty music. Good.

Then, once again, with a small finger pointing to her arm she reiterated, "My arm is white and Shout's arm is black!" She was most emphatic about the difference in color between their arms, coupled with a negative emphasis regarding the character of Shout himself. Was it time to ask her who, if anyone, might have pointed this explicit difference out to her? Oh, how my poor heart was ready to crash and burn!

We continued to discuss other personages in her life who might have positive influences on her whether they were black, white, tan, red or blue.....thinking of Elmo and Grover in the latter two cases, respectively. She cited many good qualities in all of them and even included some black characters from other shows we had never mentioned before. This was encouraging.

This all transpired within a span of four minutes or less. All the while, eggies, toast and sweet, fresh fruit was being consumed along with a wash of cold, white milk. 'White' milk........as opposed to what, brown or chocolate milk? Could something as nondescript as the type of milk she was drinking contribute to such isolated beliefs? I knew better. Someone outside of this house had been talking to her, not with her. The stark realization that someone had been coaching my little granddaughter about any imagined differences between white skin and black skin and the superiority of one color over the other cut me to the bone. Somebody was attempting to get inside her head early enough to create a negative influence upon her via the impeccable innocence of her youth!



I could not and did not allow Brenna to see my anger. That would only serve as yet another negative in her life. Instead, I smiled on the outside and spoke highly of all God's creatures but cried within because even the above mentioned "someone" fell into this category, too. Sadder still, I could only imagine the culprit being a sweet, young innocent him or herself.

We spend valuable time encouraging our children to do the right thing because we love them beyond anything else and want them to grow-up strong and with a positive attitude. Part of this process includes giving them enough slack or room to grow in order for them to move about with ease and learn to make decisions of their own, good and bad, along the way. Sadly, there will always be situations where children and young adults lack a positive roll model in their lives allowing weakness and negativity to corrupt them....disallowing the chances for their true potential to blossom and grow.

Brenna's parents are excellent role models who have allowed her to grow like a young sapling in a forest of ancient cedars. Their love for her is strong and binding with the desire for their 'sapling' to be able to sample life in every way while she grows straight and tall towards the sun. As long as Brenna has such positive influences in her life she will have the freedom to choose right from wrong and be able to navigate all of the gray areas in between. Every child learns by example and, with any luck, can gradually ease into the art of important decision making. Soon enough they learn the power of each decision they make, as well as the consequences rendered by those decisions and via this process they become stronger human beings.

I wholeheartedly believe that this "someone" is actually helping Brenna grow stronger and taller by pointing out the wickedness that is harbored deep within our society today......bigotry in its most loathsome form. My grandchild is a 'blank canvas' right now and this represents the opportunity she has to hear both sides, think about each one as time goes on, and decide for herself what is right or wrong. If the positive influences outweigh the negative....she has a fighting chance.

This is only the beginning. She will make it through this trial and continue to grow stronger in order to meet the next one head-on. I must have faith and believe, not only in Brenna, but in good overpowering evil. This beautiful child of mine needs, no, deserves the right to know the difference between them and be capable of embracing what are the right decisions for her. Ah, the not so simple, but should be, life of a three-year old today!


***LOVE***



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