Values Exhibit Art Access Gallery Artist Mentor Exhibit
- the lightness or darkness of a color
Brown Paper Bag Test– Slave owners held brown paper bags to the skin of a slave. Those as light or lighter than the bag would be allowed to work in the house.Those of a darker skin hue were sent to the fields. These were two very different life sentences, life circumstances and life expectancies. The residual expectations of beauty from the brown paper bag test still affect society today.
Colorism is a reflection of unjust expectations, within ones own race, of acceptable standards of worth and beauty based on lightness or darkness of skin tone.
Its like starving for acceptance and being given a beautiful inedible piece of cake.
• How does colorism affect our capacity to understand, love and accept our multi-ethnic families, villages and ourselves?
• Can we heal the misunderstandings of the beauty of value and the value of beauty?
For me, ethnicity awareness brought an awakening. The challenge of racism isn’t one I chose. It chose me.
On August 20, 1980, Joseph Paul Franklin, a racist serial killer was trying to start a race war across America. He murdered Ted Fields and David Martin, who were African American. I was hit with bullet fragments as we jogged from Liberty Park in Salt Lake City, Utah. I was 15 years old at the time. I grew up in Utah. But this wasn’t my first or last taste of racism.
When I fill out a census report I never feel like I choose the right description. White not Hispanic, isn’t true for me. Hispanic doesn’t feel right either. I am multi-ethnic. I come from a long line of open-minded lovers. Many were lost in their need to be as worthy as the white people in their world. Some of my beautiful Mexican ancestors bleached their skin. My mother remembers hearing her Mexican grandmother tell her, ” We may be dark but we are just as good as the Okies.” She believed there was a rating system of worth and importance. She told her “we are better than white trash.”
If she really believed this, how did she feel about herself and her grandchildren who carried the less “favorable” traits of dark hues and ethnic physical characteristics or the children whose skin was lighter?
My ethnicity is tied to the culture of my sphere of influence; my friends and my family as well as their friends and families. Our lives touch each other to shape our experiences. It is a ripple effect.
At times I’ve been told I look like an exotic white woman but my ethnicity is more connected to the African American and the Hispanic culture. My father had blonde hair and grey eyes, my mother is first generation Mexican American, with dark hair and eyes.
Growing up in Utah, my family was often ostracized and called “spic”, “wetback”, half breed” by our white Mormon neighbors whose parents didn’t allow them to play with us. To them we had no worth, no redeeming value.
“Tell Me Who You’re With & I’ll Tell You What Your Worth”.
Being a fair skinned, bright, shy, obedient, quiet and introverted child, I seemed invisible as I observed the grown ups around me. I quietly fell through the cracks and listened. I heard their unguarded conversations (as children often do) and learned about the toxic give and take of racism.
Those conversations treated me to the double-edged sword of white privilege at a distance. I still marvel at the poisonous mind-sets or sayings that imprison those who just want to fit in, to be valued and belong, to be seen as a person.
I believe in the law of three fold. You get what you give, times three. That’s why I don’t want to fight prejudice or declare war on racism or anything that offends or scares me. My intention is to heal racism with art and uncomfortable conversations. Healing begins within, exploring self imposed biases and prejudices. Everything touches everything.
My art is a hopeful prayer for the voiceless. It is an invitation into the void of uncomfortable conversations where the healing begins.
STATEMENT ABOUT MY ARTIST MENTOR EXPERIENCE
I think the women at Art Access are really fairy godmother’s who grant wishes for art waiting to be born.
I’ll always be grateful Art Access granted my wish and gave me the opportunity to work with such a talented and giving artist, Liberty Blake. She’s is teaching me the fundamental, structural and artistic process of collage art. Her generosity of time and wisdom has been priceless.
The evolution of this exhibit grew from exquisite conversations of vulnerability with Liberty. Her professional and personal advice allowed me to give a voice to the family secrets of colorism.
I look forward to working with Liberty in the future. This has been a challenging beautiful experience I will carry forward in my artistic career.
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Healing Begins Within
Article from Southern Poverty Law Center, By Don Terry
Four weeks from now he will be executed.
I truly believe that JPF should be relieved of his suffering. His energy has been nothing but dark, evil and murderous. I equate it to an abused animal that can’t be stopped from killing and harming at will.
I am not seeking revenge. If I sought revenge I would want him to die in prison in his 90’s. I am seeking the mercy for his suffering life.
I think about what happens to our energy when we die. Energy doesn’t die it transforms. His energy is a black hole of hate. How could that be healed? I think of Martin Luther Kings quote, “Darkness cannot drive out darkness. Only Light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate. Only Love can do that.”
Some people think of God as Light and Love. I am one of them.
Maybe his dark energy could be transformed into light before he dies. I hate to think of his energy binding with more dark energy.
He never knew love. As a child he was brutalized, starved, beaten under the peripheral vision of family members who didn’t help him. “It wasn’t polite conversation. It was none of their business.”
He was a product of the village that turned their eyes to the suffering of an unprotected abused child.
I am not making excuses for him. I can only forgive when I truly hear his narrative.
But knowing how he was raised I understand how he grew up to murder the children in the village. Averting our eyes to the suffering of a child, doesn’t shield us from their pain.
I pray for him.
I pray he is sincere in his apology and renouncing of racism.
I pray for his healing before he dies.
I pray there is a God.
I pray for reincarnation.
I pray he is born to a loving nurturing family and is raised to value love and life.
I pray for the end of child abuse, racism and apathy of the village.
I pray for a TSUNAMI HEALING RIPPLE EFFECT in Humanity.
Eloquent explanation of white privilege from a white man. Macklemore is one of my favorites. Healing racism begins with facing this important truth.
White Privilege Louis CK
I love it when a white man speaks the truth about race relations or white privilege!
Comedy can be an effective way to help people UNDERSTAND the truth.
This video is totally worth 3 minutes of your day:)