What are we going to create?
I’m not sure if we recognize it regularly, but we are creators. We create it all. Not the trees and the sky, per se, but indeed the life we live, the America we live in the world that our children, young people, and generations from now are inheriting and will inherit. And tomorrow we have the chance to either create it in a mindset of fear, or know the truth that as a powerful creator, the point of change starts with our minds and extends from there. Every single thing that we are doing right now - be it typing on our computer, reading this email, or drinking a cup of coffee - each one of those things started in a mind. Take the coffee for instance - the design of the cup…someone’s mind, the choice to taste coffee beans….someone’s mind, your want of coffee…your mind. Think about it, how many times have you decided that you “woke up on the wrong side of the bed” and thing after thing met you right where you were, on the “wrong” side? Even these systems of oppression like racism and classism…the first kernel of them - the need to keep power - was first created by someone’s mind and have morphed and grown into the behemoths that we challenge today. What if hope and possibility had the power to do that? It does.
So, my question to you is, what are you going to create tomorrow. Tomorrow isn’t about changing the world, it’s about holding firm and solid in your knowledge of yourself as a creator. A creator of change, a creator of hope, a creator of light, a creator of peace, a creator of possibility, a creator of a world where no one has to do without, a creator of a world where people can see someone hurting and reach out rather than turn away, a creator of a country where we see our differences as things to dive into and understand - while valuing each human and being even in its difference. Sure, folks might say that you are a “Pollyanna” - I’ve been called that my whole life…but what I now know is that Pollyanna was a bad ass. She held firm in the face of negativity. She chose to see a possibility and a promise in what some might call darkness. Try that some time - it’s not easy. It’s like standing in a stream while the flow of water wants to carry you away. Tomorrow’s water will want to carry you. Decide what you will choose to be tomorrow, today. And stand in your knowing. I invite you to join we in a few practices tomorrow that will help remain in your knowing:
Folks, we are creators. We have the ability to create a world that works for everyone. We do. We actually do. We first have to create a world in ourselves that moves through moments like this with presence and purpose.
The Commission on Presidential Debates (https://www.debates.org) is a non-profit organizational body run by a board of directors. After looking up some members of their board, I decided to send one of them an email (seriously!) and this is what it said:
Hello Ms. Hernandez,
This is a bit of a shot in the dark, but I just wanted to give a try at a possibility for influence. I looked up the Commission on Presidential Debates and read a little about the organization and the governing board and thought that I would reach out to you. Who knows if you’ll receive this, or read it, or take it into consideration, but I thought I would try.
I really love the thought that our country gives candidates an opportunity stand up, state their beliefs and potentially defend mistruths that might be in the public belief system - but what our debates have become in the Presidential realm are far from that. And it didn’t just start with the mockery of a debate that we saw this week. Candidates have long talked over one another, interrupted each other and ignored the moderator. We know if these debates were in a true debate competition, the candidates - both of them - would have been disqualified and escorted out of the building.
I don’t think your change of rules in the debate format will help - it actually might escalate things because when someone is shutdown (in this form of having their mic turned off) there is the potential of having someone feel like they have no voice which might trigger a reaction of yelling. This update to the format actually is a continued mockery of what is trying to be accomplished - to have the individual represent themselves, speak about their beliefs, values and plan for the country, and perhaps show themselves as an embodiment of the kind of leader we want to represent us in this democracy.
We need to see more than people yelling and talking over one another. We need to see more than people be silenced at the whim of an outside party. We need to see more than even the presentation, defense, and redirection that debates provide. We need the example of dialogue. We need to see our leaders consider what their opponent offers as a thought, the consideration and connection to that thought, and the presentation of a new idea or a question. Dialogue actually can be a model that helps people understand that the fractures that we are experiencing in our nation is not all that has to exist. Having been trained in dialogue, I know that something else is possible. There are many of us in the national that know that dialogue is a form of communication that transforms. Debate just gives the appearance of a fixed mindset. Dialogue offers the opportunity for curiosity and consideration - both of which is what is needed and what needs to be modeled. We need to see that the person with positional power in this country is more than someone who can deliver a quick retort, but rather model reflection, the ability to change their mind and hold the reality of complex thought. Even more than their platforms, these are the skills that I want to see - their platforms tell me little of their skill and only slightly more of their values. I expect more and need the commission to expect more, as well.
Again, who knows if you will read this, but I wanted to give it a try. Please feel free to reach out if you have further thoughts or questions.
take good care,
As a Texan by birth celebrating Juneteenth has always been part of my life. Hand cranked ice cream, Grandaddy on the barbecue pit, red soda water. Potato Salad. Watermelon. Yesterday felt a little surreal for the little younger Tanya that exists inside. As I talked with a friend on Friday - the word to describe what I was feeling came to me. Expansion. My friend, when I felt stumped about how to describe the feeling I felt on Friday, wondered if it was like when you know about a band or musical artist for years without them being recognized widely. Then the time finally comes where folks know them - having them hit “the big time”, everyone finally knowing about their magic, gift and skill. Yeah. It was something like that.
It was my joy to wish EVERYONE a Happy Juneteenth! EVERYONE. Without this holiday and the emancipation that we commemorate on this day, the United States and everyone in it would have a very different way of being. Not to say that the way of being we have now is where we settle in and get comfortable. But it would have been vastly different. As I watched White people wish me “Happy Juneteenth”, I wondered if they felt the importance of wishing themselves and other White people, the same. Though that day, June 19, 1865 was not a liberation of the psychological, mental, or material impacts of slavery and its grandaddy, White Supremacy, it was a moment of catalyst for everyone in the United States. Who would we be without it? What would we look like as a nation without it? Even with all that has yet to be transformed and changed, we need to all celebrate this day as a day of liberation and celebration. And therefore use it as such.
I’ll be honest. I want Juneteenth to be a holiday that is owned, directed and dictated by African Americans. I know the grubby little hands of greed/lack based capitalism is already in its back rooms devising how to get more money out of this “new and shiny toy.” And I will fight like the dickens to have it been seen as something more than that for the rest of my life. I want it to be seen than more than just a chance to try on “Black culture” for a day - you know, eat some soul food, wear some Kente cloth, get your hair braided kind of try on. And I want it to be more than just another history lesson where Black folks talk about how we got over. Where we drudge up every movie of how a Black figure - struggled against the system to defeat it and has a smiling white child at the end asking for an autograph to help us understand that we’ve made it.
Yes, it is a holiday whose catalyst was a moment in history, but the people who were emancipated that day only were around to be emancipated because they had been thinking about the future. The blood that is running through my veins belonged to ancestors that honored history, but did not get stuck there. They saw something out beyond and they worked in ways I can’t imagine to stay alive in unconscionable and horrific conditions so that I might put these words to the page. We can honor the day most by thinking about Black Futures. I will forever use this day to both read the narratives of enslaved ancestors and to dream about mine and others’ possibilities.
Part of the story of Black folks in the United States has been a story of waiting. Enslaved folks waited two years to get the news of their physical emancipation. I think we have internalized that in some harmful ways. When my friend and I were talking on Friday, I wondered if my feeling was about feeling finally seen by White people in this way. To have a day important to me, about the history of my people, acknowledging the truth of our struggle. As I stated earlier, we’ve been celebrating Juneteenth for eons...for me it’s been a 48 years. The celebration felt bigger on Friday, and I wondered if I had been caught in that same familiar manifestation of internalized racism, waiting to be seen and validated by whiteness and White people.
On my long walk Saturday morning, every person that I passed got the head nod and hello, whether we caught eyes or not - whether they returned it or not. It didn’t matter whether or not they saw me - the hello and head nod was for me. I was in an energy of wanting to acknowledge every being that I encountered. I realized I was not waiting to be seen, but I my hello was about me rather than it being about them. Whether they saw my head nod “hello” or heard it - it didn’t matter. I wasn’t waiting to be seen. It was great if they witnessed the hello, but it was still there whether they saw it or not.
There is a different energy in waiting to be seen, as opposed to being witnessed. To be seen - you’ve given all of your power over to someone else. You’re waiting for them to see you to give you worthiness and their notice of you gives you worth and meaning. In the witnessing, the power is retained and you are inviting others to bask in your brilliance with you. I needn’t wait any longer. Juneteenth is a beautiful space of not waiting to be seen, but having Blackness be being witnessed. And choosing into the brilliance of it right now. It is time for us, as the brilliant, the beautiful, the boundless - the Black - to know that liberation, emancipation, freedom, divinity, and worthiness can be our in an instant. Our world needs us to know that now.
Everyday we all have a lot of thoughts flowing through our heads...these are just a few of mine that made it to the page. It's an opportunity to understand my perspective and a bit more of my style.