Friday, November 26, 2010

The Devolution of my Invisible Knapsack

     When I was still in my early elementary school years, I could have easily identified with the fact that I owned a “knapsack of white privilege.”
     After learning about slavery, segregation and modern discrimination, I felt lucky to be white skin-wise. I didn’t have to deal with racism because of the color of my skin. I didn’t have to deal with being turned down for jobs or being stared at any time I went out. I wished these things wouldn’t happen, but I was relieved that at least I wouldn’t have to deal with those issues.
     But as I grew, I found my knapsack wasn’t as full as I thought. It may not even exist depending on if I managed to stay in the gender, race and sexuality closet.
     Towards the end of elementary school I found my first obstacle: sexism.  
     I found that women had not always been equals. We weren’t always allowed to vote, or allowed to pursue the career of our choice and the law did not always protect us. We still aren’t. The Equal Right Amendment to this day has never been passed and women only earn 80 percent of what their male counterpart earns.
     I spent my time worrying about my body; scared I was being judged. Meanwhile, in middle school, many of my female friends developed bulimia and anorexia. Developing a strong mentality took years of overcoming self-harm and dealing with my physical body image.
     My presumed knapsack had developed a worn, ratty patch.
     Later in high school, I was faced with a new dilemma. I had my fist girlfriend and coming out to my parents was inevitable. Along with my mother’s constant denial, some ultra-religious “friends” shunned me. When in the same room, my partner and I received no recognition.
     Now, in Missouri, a far more conservative place than Miami, it’s always a question of how people would react to my sexuality.
     Luckily, students have been far more open and welcoming than I expected, but outside of Columbia I’m sure I’d face adversity. And not just for my sexuality, but because of my heritage.
     My ancestry may not be evident by the color of my skin and because I speak English with an America accent, but I am Colombia. After leaving Miami, I became very aware of the cultural differences.
     At home, I could speak basic conversational Spanish to my non-Hispanic friends and they could answer back. Here, that skill is non-existent. My food preferences have nothing to do with BBQ. If I’m just walking down the street, talking to my mom over the phone in Spanish, it’s not uncommon to receive confused stares.
     Here, I cannot look at school faculty and see someone of my ethnic group. I cannot ask to speak to a manager and expect to speak with someone of my ethnic group. If traveling to more obscure parts of Missouri, I’ve been advised by good friends not to make my heritage too evident. Don’t speak Spanish too loudly. Don’t be myself too much.
     I could easily not speak Spanish or reference my culture and pass off of pure white American, but I would never want to suppress myself. I am proud of my heritage and at one point I could vaguely relate to this “invisible knapsack of privilege.” But now my knapsack has been torn apart at the seams.
Written for a Chancellor's Leadership Class assignment and based off of "White Privilege: Unpacking the Invisible Knapsack" by Peggy McIntosh. 

View from England: On Holy Ground

Leaving the house is always an adventure, so leaving to England alone was- so far- the voyage of a life time. Accompanied by my Canon (who is still vacationing abroad), I flew out to the motherland and explored the churches, cemeteries and history.

Saturday, August 21, 2010

The view from England: City and Field

Leaving the house is always an adventure, so leaving to England alone was- so far- the voyage of a life time. Accompanied by my Canon (who is still vacationing abroad), I flew out to the motherland.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Pass time crafts: Memory Scarf and Wood Burning

Just a few projects I've finished during the summer in between work and sleep.

This memory scarf i made out of old t-shirts from everywhere between elementary school graduation to journalism convention shirts.

So I had a thin plank of wood and a burning kit, so I worked on a little thing there.

Photo Essay: "Follow the Signs"

I was driving one day to school when I thought I ran a stop sign. I suddenly became nervous, started to sweat and anxiously looked around to check for cops. It was early in the morning, the sun was barely rising, no one was out and there was no evident danger. I then realized, every day I take directions from all sorts of inanimate signs. I've been conditioned since birth to read and follow the directions. It may not always be evident, or necessary, but we all follow the signs.

photographs by Laura Herrera

Friday, May 14, 2010

New member of the family

I'd like to introduce the new members of my dearly beloved family:

The Canon Rebel XS along with a 75-300mm telephoto lens.

As well as a MacBookPro and iTouch

I love you both already.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

FSPA Convention

While learning through seven intensive journalism sessions,

competing in "On-the-Spot" and pre-entered contests,

eating through eloquent banquets,

and dancing through a literally floor shaking party,

loving student journalists have proved they can be pretty silly too.

I wish it could last forever:  
Florida Scholastic Press Association Convention Tampa 2010

Photos by Jessica Gross, Mai Sari and Paulette LaValley

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Hello, Blogosphere!

This is not my first introduction to the Internet or the blogging world. The titled apostrophe was merely an "I'm back" statement.
In between old, emotional online blogs and hard, paper diaries, I got lost within actually living and not recording. The ironic part is that my life is all about recording. I record history as it is made. I am a journalist, a reporter, a news junkie.
I began this blog for a few reasons. I want to get back in touch with my voice. I want to expand onto the internet, because that's where the timely news is now. And yes, I want to show what I've got and be able to grow a career.
  My passion is writing, so now I can share my thoughts on all sorts of topics (mostly journalism considering it consumes my life) regularly. Well, here goes everything.
photo by Laura Herrera