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Perplexed

I carry Spanish genetics and with this I share in the Imperial tragedy known as greed.  I carry other genes, but the most embarrassing is Spanish.  The memes have been diluted with humility and spirituality but the historical impact of my ancestor is a reminder of the stupidity that a part of me descended from.  The Spanish established the first market for corruption, greed, and exploitation in these Americas.

The Spanish brought the maniacal qualities that corrode symbiosis like corruption, conceit, and reckless ambition.  The Spanish introduced Jihad to the Arawak nation.  This has since opened a thoroughfare for other injustices.  The Spanish free for all seemed to normalize corruption and inhumanity, to the point of dehumanizing indigenous peoples.  They propagated a sinful European culture of cheaters.  This is not to lump the entire Spanish culture into the category of Imperialists.  Interpretations of history tell us that at the time of Columbus, 98% of Spain was peasant class, meaning that the top 2% were royalty or the catholic church.  It was the ambition of the these top 2% that financed and gave birth to the demand for what the Americas had to offer.  Not too different from today's top percentiles.

I am dissolving the dogmatic structures that have calcified my cultural and religious joints to learn to extend my human appendages like collaboration, concern, community, and altruistic reciprocity.  This dissolving of hardened memes is painful, discouraging, uncertain, and scary.  It is an attempt at seeking forgiveness for the savagery of those I feel connected to in the past.  And for today it helps me be an advocate against the same stupidity I recognize in today's elite percentiles.

¡Toma!

Hipocrita

So when I look at this in front of the Albuquerque Museum I question the valiance and prestige that I once held for my Spanish heritage.  It is easier to sift through this proverbial bath water, before throwing out the waste.  But in continuation of what was discussed below to honor the gallant without disclosing the savage is distressing.

How you see them contradicts how you see them

 Criminal                       Pioneer Mother

Above you can see the advantages of being of the dominant white culture.  In these images I see a contradictory perception, belief, and prejudice towards the emigrant.  I got some parking tickets and had to go downtown and pay to have a boot removed.  So as I was walking toward the payment location I saw this memorial to the "pioneer mother".  How romantic the word pioneer is, yet equally unwelcome.  This infuriated me because once again when a white soul is restless it is memorialized, honored, and even encouraged.  But when a darker featured soul shares the same passion, we are seen as a nuisance, a burden, and criminals.  The placard below this "memorial" to white emigrants read “To the pioneer mother of America, through whose courage and sacrifice the desert has blossomed, the camp became a home, the blazed trail a thoroughfare.”

I say with slight hesitancy, "Fuck that!"  It should have read, "To the struggling poor, restless, and desperate refugee, may she remind her children that her reckless survival will lead to devastating demolition of many cultures and beliefs, while her offspring will exploit and disregard the hope of others who are still emigrating from despair and distress."

If interested or by chance you are on 4th street and Lomas this statue stands facing west about 200m north of Lomas.  Likewise, you'll likely never see the other woman and her child, because they are being taught to hide, evade, and be ashamed.  For the struggles of emigrants who are seeking a meaningful life, I honor you, and hope your humanity shines its best light.

So this is Christmas

So this is Christmas, a celebration with too many flavors.  For me the childish fervor has long been overshadowed by the abrasive maturating process.  I miss the simplicity of knowing this is the best time of the year.  In many ways it is.  New Mexico, or I should say its people, like many other places and peoples around the world, have embraced Christmas' invitation to prepare for newness with food, song, presents, and community.  It is a time that has caused battles to pause, enemies to forgive, and strangers to bond.  If only for a collections of days at the end of a calendar year, humanity can and does teeter towards compassion, peace, and forgiveness.  So with perplexing circumstances still enthralling our American lives, I hope you find ways to have a Happy Christmas.

Make my heart a manger, so in case a miracle child should need a warm place to be born, I might be just enough.