Taken from different Journal Entries:
This is my second GO (Global Outreach) trip with Fordham University.
I don’t know if its because I am more mature or more aware of my race and what its representation means but being here has evoked many thoughts and feelings.
At St. Francis of Assisi
We attended mass at the Aberdeen Catholic church, St. Francis of Assisi, that is affiliated with the camp. The priest, spoke very matter of factually and was full of arrogance. I found myself blocking out what he was saying because I could not get over his character. I thought it was a bit…dainty and very turn stand-offish. However, at the very end of the sermon, he said these words:
‘…in the mean time, while I wait for the Lord to return and take me, I will joyfully do his work’ which spoke to me because one, as a Christian, I am seriously waiting for Jesus’ return and this thing called life- which is a full time Job- I want to do with a smile on my face. It’s always easy to dismiss people and very seldom do they captivate me again once I’ve dismissed them- and he did.
A Black Virgin Mary
What Can I give while I am here?
I sat still and thought, here I am taking. As my neighbor once said to me, don’t always be ready to take. Give. I thought, what can I give? I can give joy and love and a real smile even when I am uncomfortable or in the middle of dismissing someone or an idea.
‘Pray Big. Love Big’ A quote on the back of a tee shirt. I am surrounded by a lot of quotes. Almost everyday someone wears a tee with an inspiring quote.
Comparing my GO acceptance
I can’t help but think the reason I had to wait so long to be accepted to a GO trip (many years ago) was because so many students were leading trips and feeding their own prejudices. I mean really, I waited about three years to be picked! And, GO trips are about giving back to communities not picking and choosing friends.
GO Alaska was totally friendship.
Thinking about Back Home
I’ts 6am and I am up in the main cabin. My biological clock gets me up at 4am daily and since I couldn’t go back to sleep, I prayed and tried to shake off thoughts of my friends and family back home. I can play Pandora but its so peaceful here. The birds are singing and rising with the sun.
Observations and Answers to Questions
I have eight children in my group. 5 blacks and 3 whites.
While talking about race, a black young man who works at the camp, told me most of the slave homes are passed down through generations so the white own most of the property and blacks are dispersed throughout Mississippi.
As we drive, I see that red looking sand that many authors wrote about when writing about the deep south.
I taught the girls how to play ‘Tweet Baby’. The black girls got it so fast. I only wanted to slap with them. I feel that we are all really related by some common thread. I thought of two things, how difficult would it be to start a black cultural camp or run a camp at my church?
Some History of the Camp
I am now outside near a lake. Ms. Heidi showed me a special place to sit and watch the sunrise. The Presbyterians built the camp in the 1940’s. There is a little outdoor chapel. and leading to the outdoor chapel, there is a sign that reads, ‘The Lord is in His Holy Temple, Let all the Earth Keep Silent before Him”. As you continue to walk, there is a arch that reads ‘Let’s worship God’.
The lizard in the girls dorm
When we got back from lunch, the girls let out a shriek.
They crowed around the door all eager to see the green medium lizard. The news of the new comer spread like wildfire. The camp counselors gathered in the bathroom and spent several minutes trying to catch it.
Aberdeen Lock and Dam/ Aka the Waterway
There was a short nap time. Then the girls were told to put on their swim suits and the whole sun screen and bug spray parade began. The air went from fresh to chemicals.
We all boarded a yellow school bus and went to Aberdeen’s waterway. I watched as children and adults got into a lake to swim. This truly is living with the land. Simple living at its best. The water dirty and muddy. I’ve never swam in a lake before.
Happy Times Consist of…
Driving through the county, smelling the grass. Listening to the language of the children. Hearing their accents and looking at their expressions.
Dialogue- Let me Slap you
Camp Counselor: Stand still! There’s a bug on your back! Let me slap it!
Me: Wait! No!! Just fan it off.
Camp Counselor: I won’t hurt you!
I started jiggling so it’ll fly away. Bug flies away
Camp Counselor: I wasn’t going to hurt you. Those bugs bite and leave bumps as big as this (uses both hands to show how big the bump can get)!
Me thinking: No bug was going to bite me and one one was about to slap me.
Dialogue- Slap Me!
Me (calmly): There’s a bug on you.
Camp Counselor: Slap It!
Me: No, I don’t slap bugs.
Camp Counselor clicks teeth and rolls eyes.
Camp Counselor 2: Turn, let me help.
Camp Counselor 1 turns.
Camp Counselor 2 slaps back with force.
Camp Counselor 1: aaaahhhh! Ouch!!!
Me: Roll eyes.
During free time, I spoke to one of the young girls and asked her what she wanted to be when she grew up. She told me she didn’t really know even though she loved to draw.
Really, you draw?
Yeah. I can really draw.
Then draw something for me in my journal.
Give me something to draw.
I went on my phone and pulled down this image from Instagram. (https://www.instagram.com/p/BopR_2zFzi8/)
And she sat there and drew it.
When I saw her work, I was blown away. We spoke more about her career. I showed her different works of art to encourage her and give her some ideas. She was really interested in Cliffanie Forrester, who is a teen from Brooklyn whose painting hangs in the Met.
Finally, she asked me about a career I had never heard about- Textile Technologist- She said she was interested in textiles. We looked it up and spoke about different art mediums and how to mix textiles. I told her about the artist Jackie Peters-Cully who I just learned about at BAM before I went to Mississippi.