Thursday, December 21, 2017

Sistahs Statement from #40

This is an attempt to keep the conversation going in our own voices and not allowing others to speak for us.

“As attention is called to the ugly reality of present-day sexual harassment, there must also be attention to the historical sexual violations of Black women during the enslavement era and beyond. For well over 350 years Black women were viciously raped, savagely beaten and tortured, and had fetuses cut out of their bellies, oft times by the perpetrator of sexual assault upon them. Women who resisted were terrorized, continuously defiled and disrespected, and lynching’s were commonplace. Oft-times White women were complicit in condoning the sexual crimes of White men against Black women, and oft-times falsely accused Black men of rape, leading to their murder and dismemberment. Just as we do not condone or take lightly present-day disclosures and accusations of sexual harassment, the unfettered crimes against Women of African Descent during the enslavement era and beyond that to date still await remedy must never be forgotten.” * In the aftermath of the Alabama election Black women are in the spotlight for organizing and spearheading the decisive defeat of known sexual offender Roy Moore.  These efforts were not done for Doug Jones but for the protection of the women and their families from further draconian policies. Alabama has a legacy of Black women who have taken a major stand such as Rosa Parks; however, we don’t want to forget Celia who in 1855 killed her white master after being sexually assaulted by him for over five years and was convicted by a slaveholding jury and lynched.**  Many are startled by the fierce determination of Black women in this election and unfortunately resurrect the stereotype of the strong Jezebel woman who can withstand abuse, retort with a sharp tongue and move on to the next challenge.  This however is not the reality for most, the torture, denigration and marginalization of Black woman is as evident now as it was when Celia attacked her “Master”.  Black women make up over 30% of those incarcerated and are likely to be imprisoned four times the rate of white women (incite.org); 67% of Black women are sexually abused before they reach the age of 18, unfortunately by Black men who have inculcated the societal ideas that view Black women as worthless, not deeming protection, care and respect (Bureau of Justice Statistics).  One out of every four Black girls will be victimized by sexual abuse in their lifetimes often leading to alcoholism, drug addiction and suicide.  More Black women are killed in America than any other race (Bustle.com), between 2011 and 2013 Black women in the US died at a rate of 40.0 deaths per 100,000 live births compared to 12.1 for white women (huffingtonpost.com 6-27-17).  Gruesome statistics such as these do not materialize from the sky but for a society that has historically denied respect, justice and protection to Black women that is directly connected to their former enslavement. Our bodies, our humanity has been historically under attack. We did not show up for the candidate, we showed up for ourselves as we have been doing so for centuries. Reparations must be made to those who continue to bare the badges of slavery, our status should not be tied to our historical caretaking and engendering success for whites, but our own merit as rightful citizens of this country.

*Statement by a group of women of African descent involved in the reparations movement, Institute of Black World Reparations Conference, New Orleans, December 8, 2017.
**DeNeen L. Brown, “Missouri v. Celia, a Slave: She killed the white master raping her, then claimed self-defense”, Retropolis, October 19, 2017.

Ife Williams and Yvette Modestin (Lepolata Aduke) and Members of #40




Statement/Video - Women of African Descent on Sexual Assault

Video/Statement - Women of #African descent on #SexualAssault

Women of African descent came together at the National & Global Reparations Meeting convened by IBW/NAARC in New Orleans to speak on the long history of sexual assault and unfettered crimes against women of African descent during enslavement. 

Statement 

Just as we do not condone or take lightly the present disclosures of sexual harassment, we want to make sure it is never forgotten the unfettered crimes against women of African descent during the enslavement era and beyond that to date still await remedy. 

For well over 350 years Black women were viciously raped, savagely beaten, tortured, and had fetuses cut out of their bellies, oft times by the perpetrator of the sexual 
assault.  

Women who resisted were terrorized, continuously defiled and disrespected, and lynchings were commonplace.  Oft-times white women were complicit in condoning the sexual crimes of white men against Black women, and oft-times falsely accused Black men of rape, leading to murder and dismemberment. 

As attention is called to the ugly reality of present-day sexual harassment, there must also be reparatory justice to the historical sexual violations of Black women during the enslavement-era and beyond.  

This can be accomplished through the passage of HR40 - The COMMISSION TO STUDY AND DEVELOP REPARATION PROPOSALS FOR AFRICAN AMERICANS ACT.

View the video at

https://www.araac.org/single-post/2017/12/02/Watch-Africana-Women-Stand-United-with-Video-Statement-Against-Systemic-Oppression-and-Violence-against-Black-Women-Across-the-World?_amp_=true&__twitter_impression=true

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

An African in Panama

An African in Panama

My African state of soul has been fully present not only in my work but in the way I wake up and the way I close out my day. I am fully aware and clear of what it means to be an African in the Americas and to move with the soul of an African. What has been interesting is the response of the state of soul from other Africans from the Americas.

I live in a constant state of explaining my visual presentation, the tone of skin (yes, my color gets a breakdown) and the language I am speaking in the moment. A few recent events, the founding of ARAAC EEUU, an identity training for young women of color and a performance at the MFA in Boston placed in spaces where I rose up unapologetically African. 

Then Abokosem Sun Sum happened. Attending Mama Marimba's Abokosem SunSum allowed me to bask in my African light without explanation. My deep love of this state overflowed. Sharing space with her and the righteous Africano that walks with me and those in my light circle, I was given this gift of transformation. It is not an easy thing to do, that is, to be African and feel free to be. I continue to see and feel this truth. 

Currently most of the spaces I enter are in conflict with my state of soul. I recently attended an African Diaspora Roundtable meeting at Harvard University. I identified myself as an African Panamanian and that we needed to begin seeing each other, seeing the continuum and connection of a common history in our journey for African liberation. After all the exchanges that led to feeling heard and included, I had two brothers come up to me and say, 'how do you do it? You look so African but you said you are from Panama. I did the 'really?' Look and said, 'this comes natural.'

This is natural in heart and mind. In the way I love and in my loyalty to those whose shoulders I stand on and those I love and care for. Natural, in my intellectual awareness as an African in the Americas, and as an African Panamanian.

Then I arrive home, to Panama, the place that brings forth my full state of being. I was then faced with the same looks and questions.

I found on this trip while joining Toshi and ‘la Reina Diasporica’, Sheila on a few film showings of 'Cimarronaje en Panama.' A discomfort from those who say, I am Black and Proud, I am Afro Panamanian, Orgullosamente Afrodescendiente wanting me to dilute my African state of soul.

The film moved many to a place of celebration, discomfort and self reflection. I truly believe it opens up the deep and necessary dialogue at home of what does it mean to be Black/African in Panama and how do we demand our position in this country we have shaped.  I found myself saying, a lot, Pregunta para mi gente, que pasa despues de Mayo 31? Question for my people, what happens after May 31st? 

Are we truly embracing the depth of that identity? What I saw this time home during the film presentation and just walking as an African in Panama, the answer was, No. 

What I saw was, I will only go so far and those that go beyond or what I say connect at the soul, get excluded because they are a reminder of an internal and external struggle.

In this light, my African Panamanian community brings forth the daily challenges that in Boston. 
As we get older and hopefully wiser, we are in a constant state of reflection that leads us down a path of internal and external check in. My father has placed me in this deeper place as he keeps rising up.
 
The state of blackness/Africanness in the Americas needs to include a self reflection and critical analysis of the place I call home, Panama. I saw and felt a level of racism and internal denial of Blackness/Africanness from my people like never before. Yes, age and awareness make it easier to see and oh, let me tell you, it was strikingly visible.

My cornrows/trenzas, which I grew up doing, was scorned on. My visual was seen as not being Panamanian. The film has given me factual information to respond to this challenge. All this to say, being an African in Panama, was not easy on the heart and soul. I felt a level of push back and exclusion energy from the 'so called' leaders in the black community, without even saying a word.

I have been sitting in meditation on this because it was so visible in words and acts. I am choosing to define myself as an African Panamanian. We have gien many others too much power to defina us. This is not easy for me, to call out my own people in such a way that may exclude me even more. Baba always reminds me, 'conflict is the order of the day.' I am choosing to move through this conflict in a direct way with the hope that my people will be there, standing next to me, when we land on the positive side. 

But not all was a struggle. Being in Colon, Portobelo, with my family, with Toshi, Sandra, Soledad, Gustavo, Tatu, c
onversations with Mr. Richards and all those who stepped in closely, my African state of soul was free to be. The showing in Portobelo was heart and soul overflowing followed by a sweet dose of creative vibe of music and poetry hugged by the Atlantic Ocean. Oh, how sweet it is! This is to be African in Panama, to feel complete and nurtured. 

As I do in Boston, all over the US and everywhere I travel moving with my African centered spirit, I will also do it at home. 

In Panama, I will show up screaming, I am unapologetically African! Soy Africana 
PanameƱa, pa que tu lo sepas! Uhuru!














Giving thanks, in light and love,

Yvette 

Thursday, June 8, 2017


He is Colon! Rest in Light and Peace, Querido Hermano Mauro Esteban Martinez

We connected from a place of Love for our hometown of Colon, Panama. My dear hermano ‘en la lucha’ Mauro Esteban Martinez transitioned yesterday. May he rest in peace and light.

After Juan Williams insulted our dear community, we came together to respond to his claims. From that moment on, we joined forces to bring attention to the disparities, the exclusion and the racism in our country.

https://egbertowillies.com/2012/07/20/i-am-colon-a-response-to-the-negative-and-unjust-representation-of-colon-by-juan-and-raphael-williams/

Our connection was deeply rooted in highlighting the resiliency, the daily struggle of our beloved Colon.
Mauro was an example of C3 resiliency, fearlessness and righteous dedication to Truth. He became an extension of my voice as he kept our Proyecto Yo Soy Colon alive on the ground. Co-Founding the project with him has been a highlight on this journey.

Hermano, thank you for walking with me. Thank you for being a warrior voice for those who are silenced. Thank you for sharing your unconditional love and commitment for the people of Colon. We will continue Rising and Fisting up in your name.

I will miss you! My deepest condolences to your family and friends. To your daughter Ruth, he loved you to the moon and back.

Gracias Mauro por tu dedicacion a nuestra gente!

Much love and admiration

Yve (as he called me)