Daily Dingleberry 05-02-12 Snake in Our Garden


Yesterday, I was the recipient of some pretty hateful speech and I want to share it with you because at first, it may seem personal but trust me it is very political and relevant.

My husband posted what seemed an innocuous status on his Facebook page about it being time to find out what I wanted to do for my birthday week…(he has decided to give me a whole week this year cuz I’m awesome)

His friend responded with “your money“…I was immediately taken aback and insulted but decided to give him the benefit of the doubt and took it as an example of just a joke gone awry…as my husband answered, it became clear he was not joking as he then went on to insult my intelligence.

So I said…in Creole, “sorry fi you” which you know in real Creole would be way less English than that…to which he then responded with wth does it mean and I explained “Sorry for you” making me wonder about his intelligence ‘cuz really, how hard was that to decipher?

He then attacked my immigrant status saying he is sorry if I can’t speak the language of the country in which I live…I put it in proper grammatical form so you can read it…anyway I knew what he was saying so I said less than eloquently: “Anyway, f*ck you” because by this time it was obvious he was not joking, he really was going there and he was going to just go on…

He then went on to explore his point even further by asking about what kind of money I bring in and even if I bring in any it’s so little that I don’t pay taxes…blah, blah blah…I removed my previous three comments, hoping he would notice that I no longer wished to communicate and discuss my marriage, employment etc. But he didn’t notice or didn’t care so he went on to say that my husband could do much better and that bc of my social work background, I was holding him back and that all I wanted him was for his money and proof is that I, as an immigrant, couldn’t possibly bring my own food to the table and that democrats like me would miss him when he died because he pays for everything I have…hmmmmmmmm.

SO MANY MESSAGES HERE

So what do I take away from this…besides the jealousy displayed towards my husband, our marriage, me and my beauty (he compared me to Marilyn Monroe and Jim as the Kennedys LOL)? He hates Obama, immigrants, social programs,women, democrats, and goodness knows what else….

He is an example of the worst kind of Republican…believing that everyone is out to get him and that anything with a hint of social interest is someone trying to get something for nothing: zero sum mentality…immigrants want free ish from the government; poor people are poor because they choose to be and don’t work hard enough, women get married so they can use men for their money; Obama is ruining the economy and this country and what it stands for….OMG

So what does this have to do with Belize? Plenty….we look to America for precedents in law, social policies, education…you name it. We want American investors to come to Belize and develop industry. We want Americans to come as tourists and explore our beauty whilst giving us a living. We look to America to send volunteers to help us set up clinics, school programmes, sports scholarships etc.

Is what he thinks what they all  think of people like us? Unfortunately, some of them do and from the fury of the Republicans and the nuts in the Tea Party, this sort of hatred seems to be escalating.  We need to make sure who we let into our country, giving them concessions and leases to our land…selling them everything down to we ass and wi chambah. We better be careful that soon nuff we don’t become second class citizens in our own country because we chasing the almighty dollah.

Not only am I asking us as Belizeans to be careful of who we invite into our garden, I also want us to use my story as a cautionary tale. We must NOT act like this. We have our own immigration issues. We treat them badly. We give them the worst jobs and don’t care how they live. We complain about our tax dollars paying for school for “them”, and medical for “them” and worry about how they sell their votes to get their papers fixed. How ugly is hatred. Let’s try to remember that behind every “issue” are real people. He is someone’s father,brother,son. She is someone’s mother, sister,daughter. While we treat them like dirt, they are someone’s heroes.

So what I am saying is: if someone can think I am a piece of dirt and treat me as such…I, who have never committed a crime; I, who paid my way through school with scholarships and grants by working hard; I, who raise two special needs children with virtually no help; I, who dedicated almost 8 years to social service, first as an intern, then as a therapist; I,who volunteer, make donations to charities, work to raise awareness for cancer, injustice, human rights, you name it….how do you expect someone with no education, no voice, no hope to be treated and more importantly, respond? Do we want to make others feel defeated? desperate? unworthy?

Don’t be a part of that. Raise the bar. Don’t allow anyone to treat you as less than human because they say you are, or think you are so desperate and need their money, or think you are so ignorant that you know no better. And as such don’t treat anyone like that either.

“The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good.”

-Unknown

05-01-12 MAY DAY! MAY DAY! Mayday?


May Day has its origins thousands of years back to the days when it was celebrated as the Festival of Flora or the Roman goddess of flowers. Bonfires were lit to signify the end of winter and the coming of summer. As Christianity spread, many pagan celebrations such as this morphed into other religious holidays such as Easter, Christmas etc. May became known as the Month of Mary and all over the world, statues of Mary are adorned with crowns of flowers, offerings of fruits are made. More secular celebrations involved crowning the Queen of the May and Maypole dancing.

In Belize, it is Labour Day and is usually incorporated into a long weekend of “Agric” where all produce that is grown and animals that are reared are featured as part education/part celebration. There are 80 countries around the world engaging in similar celebrations on this day borne out of tragedy. In the late 19th Century, tensions rose between workers and capitalists resulting in the May Riots of 1894. In response, socialist organisations all over the world formed labour unions in an effort to create better working conditions for workers. May 1st became a day for many to continue to bring attention the conditions of the labour force and as such has become known as Internation Worker’s Day. Many countries decided to make it a public holiday in recognition of importance of workers.

In the US, despite failed attempts to make today its official labour day, it is still observed as a day to protest and send a message to corporate America. This year the Occupy Wall Street, OWS, is staging a general day of protest asking people all across the nation to just do nothing for one whole day in an effort to highlight the impact of the labour force on the economy:  No Work – No School – No Housework – No Shopping

So, what began as a pagan ritual celebrating the end of winter, has now morphed into a day of protest and dissent, a day to send out a “mayday” to anyone who will listen to the cries of distress  of the labour force. http://occupywallst.org/

How will you celebrate today? May Day or sending out a mayday?

 

The Rambling Reflections of the Birthday Girl by: Aria Lightfoot


This is my birthday week (And Faye’s is next week) and every year I use this time to reflect on my accomplishments, failures, friendships, aspirations and most importantly my family. I am a complex person who have been through many trials and tribulations from a very early age. I have never used it as an excuse but rather a driving force in my life. I treasure my roots and I think I was very blessed to have had such great parents (even though growing up, many days I didn’t think so). Parents who spent the time to show me core values and the appreciation for integrity and love of Belize. I was a well traveled child and was very culturally exposed. My mother and father struggled many days and sacrificed a lot to give us the things they did not have. My parents are responsible for me being the confident, intelligent woman I am today.

This year I will be 38 years old and I decided to do a full health check up before my birthday. At this age my favorite aunt was battling breast cancer, a battle she eventually lost. This year I decided to follow the advice of my husband, my doctors and one of my aunt’s best friends (who is also a doctor), urging me to get my mammogram because of my strong family history with the disease. It has been a test I dreaded all my life and pretty much ignored for many years because of the fear of the results. However, after seeing the struggles of our first lady, who is also battling cancer,and who in many ways remind me of my aunt- young, beautiful, ambitious and smart, and knowing I am reaching that critical age, I decided to take the step and do the mammogram and ultra sound of my breasts.

After my mammogram, my doctor called me to tell me that they saw something suspicious and would require more testing and a biopsy. I did not know how to react or if I should react. As a person who tend not to panic, my first thought was my children and how such a diagnosis would affect my family. I try to envision who I would want in my children’s life and even gave my hubby the list with the type of women I would approve of when I met my fate. My husband was not amused. In fact, he seemed more distraught than I was. I said a silent prayer and went to the specialist and did the biopsy. During the process I met a nurse who was a ten year survivor of breast cancer. She was very supportive and made me feel extremely comfortable during the process. The diagnosis. No cancer. It was relieving to hear the news, but I realize with my family history, it is a diagnosis that is only good for a year. However, it allowed me to take one of the scariest steps in my life. I urge people to find out your status when it comes to any disease that could save your life with early detection. Face your fears and overcome them.

On a different note, it has been four months since Faye and I have been writing our blog. We have had people who encourage us to continue expressing our opinions and highlighting the issues. Conversely, we have also encountered those who want us to shut up. They have been insulting and rude. I am sometimes taken aback at the personal and mean nature of the criticism, but I guess we should expect it when we put our writing in the public arena.

I am a confident person. I don’t write my blog to make friends or enemies, but rather to spark discussions about Belize that need to be said or heard. Someone sent me a private message to share that some people in one forum really don’t like me…I really don’t care. People fail to realize that we should be in a forum to have discussions about issues and ideas, not personalities. I don’t care that some political proponent or someone who plays absolutely no role in my life, thinks about me. They are entitled to their opinions even when riddled with hate and immaturity. My life decisions and accomplishments have nothing to do with the opinions of such people.

As I complete my 38th year of life, I realize there is so much I want to do and contribute. I will continue to advocate for change and advocate for a better Belize. We must realize that no one in life is all good or all bad. We have differing opinions in life and we all come from different backgrounds. That is what makes democracy rich and Belize culture so beautiful and diverse. . It is important as a country that we continue to advance the ideas of all those who are willing to contribute. We should discourage pettiness, hate and jealously that infect our souls. As strong as my opinions are on an issue, I will never hate or disrespect someone because of it. I am vigorous in defending my position. If people cannot engage in healthy debate and need to shut out differing opinions, maybe they are part of the problem why we cant move our country forward. In everything we do in life, Respect!

This blog has been very enriching and I am happy that I decided to write with my friend Faye. I also want to thank those who continue to support us. Please continue reading and commenting. Your input is very important. We all want the same things in life, regardless of age, sex, sexual orientation, religious affiliation, race, ethnicty or political persuasion. We all want the freedom of personal choices, success of our families, peace of mind, a safe, free and enriching life.

Daily Dingleberry 04-30-12 Frog Sitting Like A Human


It’s the last day of April and let’s just smile and give thanks that we made it!!!

 

The fact that this frog is evolving gives us humans hope…or does it mean as frogs get more like us, we’ll get more like them??? hmmmmmmmmm

Daily Dingelberry 04-28-12 Way to Miss Da Point Y’all


Take off the blinders, man.

My partner here at Twocanview wrote the article Legitimized in Belizean Society by Aria Lightfoot https://twocanview.com/2012/04/26/legitimized-in-belizean-society-by-aria-lightfoot/ and nearly a 100 comments later on another page and a few others here and there on other pages, as well as here, there seems to be a deliberate misunderstanding of her point.

Aria was NOT and I will repeat it (because no matter how many times I said it or how many ways I said it, it was ignored), NOOOOOTTTT exploring HOW we came to have gangs. She was only pointing out that we Belizeans legitimize their activity in ways perhaps, we don’t even realize? Is that where the defensive opposition is coming from? A lack of realization of how many little ways we really do legitimize the drug dealers/gangs in our society?

Look. Legitimising doesn’t mean legalizing. It doesn’t necessarily mean that you are singing their praises to your children…some of the responses we got just made me feel like I had entered the Twilight Zone. So let’s explore what “legitimising” means.

-When you look the other way as one of your friends or family smokes a joint

– When you occasionally indulge in smoking a joint, snorting a line

-When you don’t show up to court as a witness in a case prosecuting one of these gang bangers

-When you think it is ok that the son of Mr. Soh and Soh “get off” for murder bc his family is soooo respected

-When you don’t call the cops when you just watched a crime being committed

-When you hear a domestic fight between a thug and his girl and you don’t call the cops because “da nuh nun a yer bizniz”.

-When you see a kid reach into his backpack and suspiciously palm something as he hands it off to your son.

-When you ask Mr. Soh and Soh for a donation for your youth program when you know where the money comes from.

-When you call the latest squeeze of Mr. Soh and Soh “Mrs.” and invite her to your fundraiser cause she will buy the $100 tickets

-When you admire their new car, their new house…their clothes

-When you let them buy you a drink or you go to their child’s birthday party, take you to the cayes, Can Cun

-When because his name is “brother” “son” “husband” you tell yourself “he isn’t all that bad”

-When you tell yourself “mek dey kill out deyself” thus making murder ok as long as it  is one of “them”.

I could go on and on but the point I am making is simply this: When you apply a different set of rules and standards for people because you secretly envy their material success or because you are afraid of retaliation or you simply want your cut, you legitimise gangbanging. It is not only the “gangbanging” itself. It is an entire set of behaviours, from misdemeanors to felonies.

You legitimise by NOT accepting that the gangbanger is not just the thug sagging his pants BUT it is Minister Soh and Soh. It is Mrs. Soh and Soh. The lone attitude that it is a minority in the depths of our city legitimises all the other ones living in Buttonwood Bay, San Pedro, Belmopan? By perpetuating the myth that it is the teenager riding barefooted on the bike, you are legitimizing the crooked lawyer you have dinner with or the business person you know is smuggling or money laundering.

People. The thug on the street is the symptom, the mere tip of the iceberg. If we want  to solve this so called “inner city” problem, you have to look at your mansions hidden in the hills along the Hummingbird Highway. You need to search the yachts docked in front of Placencia and San Pedro. You need to search the containers being shipped to churches. You need to turn in your friend the pilot who just flew a plane full of cocaine.

You need to get real. You need to get over your prejudices. You need to open your eyes and see what is right in front of you.

Daily Dingleberry 04-27-12 Misery LOVES Company


Hey! YOU! Yes, YOU!

Lookya! O^O

Belize has been getting a lot of negative press and for good reason. What is ironic is that many Belizeans quick fuh hallah dat govament nuh di duh dey job! Tymes haaaaaad! People tieeeeeef! Police corrrrrrupt! And then when they get put in the limelight by international agencies, instead of rising up and hollering “yes! Da tru! Da tru!” uno run inna uno hole and play victim.

My point? Why do we obsess about bad press? Why do we create hysteria and give this horrible impression that everybody is starving and dying and basically living in squalor?

Check out the Facebook updates: smiling people at the bar, the beach, Cancun???? Fancy ride, pretty house, lush gardens? And how did you upload those pictures? On your iPhone….not cheap people so…methinks you do complain too damn much.

SO! I will re feature a lovely story from Channel 7 about someone who beat the odds and has quite the frank discussion about his childhood, the ramifications and how he overcame his “demons” as he calls them: Dr. Leroy Almendarez

http://vimeo.com/41125956