The Spirit of Love and Resistance Behind St. Valentine's Day

Although I'm no longer a practicing Catholic (or Christian for that matter), February 14th still resonates with me as a committed activist and evolving spirit. I understand why so many loathe this holiday because, once again, capitalism has robbed it of any substantive meaning. But if you look at the history behind this day, there is much to inspire both politically and spiritually, especially in these times of economic crisis, global terror and greedy warmongering.

In a nutshell, Valentine was a priest who was martyred for marrying soldiers. The ruler of his time was a relentless hawk. Because he waged endless war and this weighed heavily on the morale of his homesick soldiers, he banned marriage. Valentine defied him and married couples in secret until he was caught and executed.

Valentine's spirit particularly resonates with me today because of the movement to nullify the legal union of thousands of gay couples in the wake of Proposition 8. As a heterosexual woman who has the right to marry (and intends to one day soon), a person who is committed to social justice, a spiritual being that understands that the opposite of love is not hate but fear, and a heterosexual citizen who owes a great deal of debt to LGBTQ activists for my sexual liberation, February 14 holds new meaning for me. And it really is irrelevant to me whether or not marriage is an institution worth fighting for. The choice to express one's authentic self or not is alway worth fighting for, and until all of us can make that choice, that freedom is under constant threat for everyone. This is why one of my acts of love and resistance today will be devoted to beating back the forces of hate that would deny gay people the right to marry. Give them the choice. Let them decide for themselves - as heterosexual people do -- whether it's something they want to do or not.

And as a socialist at heart, I'm really not about conceding anything -- least of all a positive spiritual concept -- to the crass agenda of capital. I'm thankful for thousand things everyday, but I still make a point to be extra mindful on Thanksgiving. So I celebrate Valentine's Day, not because I don't show my love or appreciate the love I am fortunate to know every single day. So I send cards, blow kisses (real and virtual), call my loved ones, and continue to fight the good fight. To me, reclaiming this day and making it my own -- my socialist, feminist, spiritual-but-not-religious own -- is an act of love for myself, my family, my friends, my, community, my ancestors, my comrades.

It is also an act of resistance.

To watch a fun video about the man behind the holiday, click:
http://tinyurl.com/d5agvy

Call for Submissions by Dominican Women Writers

I'm pleased to share this, and hope you will pass it on, too.
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Saludos escritoras,

I am writing to you because I have finalized the call for submissions for the anthology of Dominican women writers. I am currently in Santo Domingo on the Fulbright grant I received to conduct this project. As I collect stories from creative writers here, I would also like to ask Dominican women living in the U.S. to submit pieces for consideration. A publishing contract has still not been finalized because of the current financial crisis but an editor is willing to look at the book once it is compiled, so we are moving ahead.

Following is the call for submissions in English and Spanish. Please distribute widely. Forward it to other Dominican women writers you know, or to people you know who may know other Dominican women writers etc. I appreciate all of your help in getting the word out there. I look forward to reading your work.

Erika
www.erikammartinez.com

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS
Quisqueyanas: Contemporary Writings by Dominican Women
Edited by Erika María Martínez
To be published in the United States in English and in Spanish
Dominican writers are under-represented in literary discourse. And most literary studies of the Caribbean focus primarily on some male writers of the past century such as Jose Martí. There is a similar unfamiliarity of female writers in comparison with male writers of the Dominican Republic, yet Dominican women, at home and abroad, have created a space for literary and artistic production. The body of literature developed by Dominican women depicting the cultural, social and political life of the country, is a testament to the talent of all Dominicans. Quisqueyanas: Contemporary Writings by Dominican Women, an anthology of prose by women in the Dominican Republic, and women of Dominican descent living in the United States, will strengthen the voice of Dominican women in the world of literature.
This project develops at a crucial point in the history of Dominicans and Americans; during the nineties the Dominican-American population grew by two hundred percent, making it the fourth largest Latino community in the United States. With this growth, the community's cultural values were often merged with the larger Latino identity. In order to genuinely associate with our numerous parts, it is essential to reconnect with origin-based artists. Writers give a viewpoint that is informed by history and tied to the Dominican Republic, yet at the same time it is affected by the greater American culture. Through a sampling of various Dominican and Dominican-American women's narratives the literary legacy and unique history of the island will be highlighted in content and style. In addition, it will be evident how the history and the future of the two countries are intertwined. This anthology will be a step in the direction of greater understanding between these two cultures and how each one affects the other as we approach the turn of another decade.
This collection will be unique yet use successful techniques from preceding anthologies. As in Lillian Castillo-Speed's anthology Latina: Women's Voices from the Borderlands the work will include both fiction and nonfiction. Like Edwidge Danticat's anthology The Butterfly's Way: Voices from the Haitian Dyaspora in the United States, the book will have a thematic structure according to the contributions received.
Possible themes include but are not limited to:
Family
Feminism
Exclusion
Femininity
Fertility/Infertility
Maternity
Migrations/Immigration
Racism/Prejudice
Silence
Double lives
Politics
History
Work
Relationships
Infidelity
Machismo
Editor: Erika María Martínez is a Dominican-American writer with an MFA in English and Creative writing from Mills College in Oakland, California. She is currently residing in Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic as a Fulbright Fellow. Her work has been featured in Colorlines Magazine, The Womanist, Homelands: Women's Journeys Through Race, Place and Time and in Terror?, an exhibit at the Intersection for the Arts in San Francisco.

Publication: The anthology will be published through an independent press in English and in Spanish to be distributed internationally.

Guidelines: Dominican women living on the island or women of Dominican descent living in the United States are encouraged to tell their stories. Submissions may include fiction, creative nonfiction, personal essays and memoirs. Please only send unpublished work. No simultaneous submissions. Writings submitted will not be returned.

Deadline: January 31, 2009

Length: 3,000-5,000 words

Format: Pieces should be typed, double-spaced and paginated. Please include your mailing address, e-mail address, telephone number and a short bio on the last page.

Submitting: Electronic submissions are preferred. Send work electronically as a Word or Rich Text Format file (with .doc or .rtf extension) to Erika María Martínez at HYPERLINK "mailto:antologiaquisqueyana@gmail.com" Put "Anthology" in the subject line. If e-mail is not possible, mail essay to
Erika Martínez 1-12682
3508 N.W. 114th Ave. Suite A
Doral, FL 33178
Reply: Please allow until June 1 for a response. If you haven't received a response by then, please assume your work was not selected. An effort will be made to contact each writer.

Solicitud de Colaboración
Quisqueyanas: Narradoras Contemporáneas Dominicanas
Editada por Erika María Martínez
Se publicará en los Estados Unidos en Ingles y Español
La literatura dominicana tiene escasa representación en el ámbito internacional, donde los estudios literarios del Caribe se enfocan principalmente en algunos escritores importantes como José Martí. El mismo desconocimiento ocurre cuando se comparan los escritores dominicanos con las escritoras dominicanas. A pesar de esto, la mujer dominicana ha estado envuelta en procesos creativos, tanto en su país como en el extranjero, donde muchas se han radicado en busca de mejores condiciones de vida y espacios para la producción literaria y artística.
Esta presencia de la mujer dominicana pone de manifiesto la capacidad creativa y el talento del pueblo dominicano. Muchas han escrito obras interesantes en las que reflejan la realidad de su cultura y de la vida social y política de esa nación. Quisqueyanas: narradoras contemporáneas dominicanas surge como un proyecto que procura producir una antología de narrativa de escritoras de la República Dominicana y de escritoras de ascendencia dominicana residentes en los Estados Unidos, y que tiene como objetivo dar voz a la mujer dominicana en el quehacer literario.
Durante los noventa, la presencia dominicana en los Estados Unidos experimentó un considerable aumento que la llevó a convertirse en la cuarta comunidad latina emigrante más grande de esta nación. Este crecimiento ha conllevado una mayor presencia de los valores culturales de nuestra comunidad, los cuales se han fusionado en gran parte con los valores de otros países de América Latina; factor este que contribuye al alejamiento de la identidad de nuestra población en el devenir de sus vidas en el extranjero.
Esta realidad plantea la necesidad de fortalecer la expresión cultural dominicana en la sociedad norteamericana, a fin de que, los referentes culturales y la identidad de nuestro pueblo mantengan una presencia dinámica que nos permita encontrar las manifestaciones producidas por nuestra gente a través de la narrativa, el cuento y otros géneros literarios con los que se expresa la manera de ser del ente dominicano.
Una muestra de escritoras dominicanas y dominico-americanas contribuirá a preservar la herencia literaria e histórica de la isla a través del contenido y del estilo. Esta antología será un paso hacia un mayor entendimiento y una mayor dinámica entre estas dos culturas.
Si se identifica con este planteamiento, la invito a formar parte de esta propuesta en la que se utilizarán técnicas de antologías estadounidenses como la editada por Lillian Castillo-Speed, Latina: Women's Voices from the Borderlands, que hemos tomado de ejemplo por el éxito tenido al incluir ficción y memorias. Como en The Butterfly's Way: Voices from the Haitian Diaspora in the United States, seleccionada por Edwidge Danticat, elaboraremos una estructura temática. Nuestra antología seguirá el mismo modelo escogido por esas dos autoras. Como pueden observar, habrá una gran amplitud para desarrollar diferentes temas en áreas como:
Familia
Feminismo
Exclusión
Femineidad
Fertilidad/Infertilidad
Maternidad
Migraciones
Racismo y prejuicios
Silencio
Doble vida
Política
Historia
Trabajo
Relaciones
Infidelidad
Machismo
Editora: Erika María Martínez es escritora Dominico-Americana con una Maestría en Bellas Artes y Escritura Creativa de Mills College en Oakland, California. Actualmente reside en Santo Domingo, República Dominicana como becaria Fulbright. Sus publicaciones están incluidas en Colorlines Magazine, The Womanist, Homelands: Women's Journeys Through Race, Place and Time. También colaboró en la exposición Terror? del museo Intersection for the Arts en San Francisco.
Publicación: La antología se publicará en inglés y español con una casa editorial independiente que se encargará de la distribución internacional.
Requisitos: Se solicitan obras literarias de escritoras dominicanas residentes en la isla o escritoras de ascendencia dominicana que residan en los Estados Unidos. Escritoras interesadas pueden colaborar con ficción, ensayos personales y memorias con un mínimo de 3,000 palabras y un máximo de 5,000 palabras. Favor de enviar trabajos que no hayan sido previamente publicados o que se encuentren en proceso de estarlo o de participar en un concurso No se devolverán los trabajos entregados.
Última fecha de entrega: 31 de enero de 2009
Formato: Los trabajos deben ser escritos a doble espacio y tener las páginas numeradas. Favor de incluir en la última página dirección de domicilio, correo electrónico, número de teléfono y una breve biografía (50-100 palabras).
Presentación: Preferiblemente vía e-mail. Favor de enviar trabajos como un documento en formato Word o Rich Text Format (extensión .doc o .rtf) a Erika María Martínez al correo electrónico <antologiaquisqueyana@gmail.com>. En la linea de asunto escriban "Antología."
Si no es posible entregar por correo electrónico enviar a:
Erika Martínez 1-12682
3508 N.W. 114th Ave. Suite A
Doral, FL 33178
Respuesta: Se enviará informaciones con respecto a la antología antes del 1ero de junio del 2009. Si no reciben respuesta para esa fecha es porque su trabajo no ha sido seleccionado. Se hará lo posible para contactar a todas las escritoras.

I Had a Dream

Last night I had a dream that while I was doing something ordinary, the unthinkable occurred in the world of electoral politics. 

 

Giving a particularly dirty frying pan an extra scrubbing, I’m half-listening as a Fox news crew is chasing Sarah Palin on a run-of-the-mill campaign stump through a mid-sized American city in the South.  (OK, I’m interpreting after the fact that it was Faux News Channel just because I can’t imagine any other network trailing this chick while she does nothing newsworthy the way TMZ hounds Lindsay Lohan.) Suddenly, Palin flashes those maverick stripes by making an announcement she obviously did not vet through the RNC. She says that she is committed to instituting a nationwide employment program targeted at women engaged in prostitution. 

 

Did I just hear that?  

 

I drop the frying pan and run to the television.  Using language that spins this controversial proposition as a workfare job training initiative, Palin continues to explain that its objective is to guide and support these women as they transition from this dangerous, illegal enterprise into life-affirming, legitimate work.  And she wants to make it clear that her passion for this program is not rooted in the liberal tax-and-spend paternalism that gives handouts to people who have proven unworthy of a helping hand.

 

On the contrary, Palin explains, she feels deeply for prostitutes because, “I, too, was a sex worker.”

 

The live crowd before her – and I in my kitchen – gasp. With the same brevity and comfort with which she talks about being a hockey mom and moose hunter, Palin reminisces about being a young woman who slept with men for money to pay for college.  Mind you, despite her beauty pageant credentials, Sarah was no high-class call girl á la Ashley Alexandra Dupre.  Without shame she cops to being a fishnet-n-stiletto sporting, gum-cracking, thick black eyeliner and candy apple red lipstick wearing ho on the stroll in the dark corners of whatever college town she happened to be in at the moment (apparently, there were quite a few.)

 

And in those few seconds of marginal lucidity, I think Damn, I may have to vote for her after all. 

 

Then I woke up, a silly grin still etched on my face. A tad part of me is actually disappointed that it was only a dream.  As I pull back the comforter and kick my legs to the side of the bed, I ask myself What the hell inspired that one?  

 

Was this a lesson in compassion from my subconscious, warning me not to be so judgmental of the women who are thinking of voting for Palin just because she’s a woman because, given the correct stance on the right issue, I’m not incapable of what I presently insist is unthinkable? Is this my frustration with all the coverage and analysis of the women’s vote being focused, once again, on women of privilege and their right to choose, ignoring the masses of poor and working-class women struggling for basic survival. Or perhaps it’s simply what my dreams usually are – a visceral cocktail made of the freshest ingredients my life has to offer which lately includes everything from ongoing, passionate discussions about the current election to reading the inspiring scripts of the young women in Chica Luna’s latest F-Word class.

 

Or maybe in the unPC world that is my subconscious mind, I just think Sarah Palin’s a ho and wish she would just admit it. 

 

 

The New Obama-Biden Campaign Song

 

 

it's alright, y'all hate us
It's nothin, we major, you see me, hi hater!
Hi hater! hi hater! you see me, hi hater!
Hi hater! hi hater! you see me, hi hater!

 

When Life Refuses to Imitate Art

 

Sometimes things change for the better, and it totally screws me up.  

 

This morning I turn on the television in time for the reading of the names of those lost on 9-11.  The ceremony always interests me for more than the obvious reasons.  In one of my novels-in-progress, a character who lost his father in the World Trade Center attack still cannot bring himself to join his family on the annual pilgrimage to Ground Zero. Angel’s last conversation with his father Emilio was a heated political argument over who to vote for in the Democratic primary scheduled that day.  He grows so frustrated with his immigrant father’s increasing conservatism, he hangs up the phone on him. An hour later Angel learns that his father – a server at Windows on the World on the top of the North Tower – died in the attack.

 

Now every year Angel watches the reading of the names with conflicting emotions. While he appreciates the diversity that the organizers use in selecting those who read the names, it bothers him how the immigrants who died that day remain unacknowledged. It particularly grates Angel in the face of the rising xenophobia in the United States since the attacks. He watches the ceremony on television while sipping gin and juice and making makes sociological observations and political judgments, all in an effort to avoid the guilt of having disrespected his father for expressing admiration for then-mayor Rudolph Giuliani. 

 

But watching this morning’s commemoration, I immediately discover that I have some rewriting to do.  The organizers have changed little this year. The readers – loved ones of a life taken that day – still take the podium two at time. They read a dozen or so names as each soul’s name, picture and town scrolls at the bottom of the screen.  Virtually all the duos are interracial, but this year, the reader on the left has been charged with making a special pronouncement.   

 

 

 

 

 

“I came to read with love on behalf of the people of the commonwealth of Dominica.”

 

“And I’m here today on behalf of Cyprus.”

 

“I’m proud to have read on behalf of my fellow citizens of the Dominican Republic.”

 

“I’m here honoring and remember the people of Ethiopia.”

 

“I came today with the hearts and best wishes of the people of the Gambia.”

 

“And I’m honored today to have represented the people of Ireland.”

 

“I’m proud today to have represented my country the Iran.” 

   

After the moment of silence at 9:59 AM when the South Tower fell, a Latina dressed in NYPD blue takes the podium. Her father was a pastry chef on Windows on the World. She says that whenever she and her father parted ways, he would say te quiero y vaya con Dios. She says, “Today, I want to tell my Papi the same thing. I love you and go with God.” It is one of the few times the solemnity of the proceedings is broken with applause.

 

So this minor change throws a bit of a monkey wrench into my beloved scene about this young man who harbors tremendous guilt because his liberal politics were not changed despite the personal cost of what occurred that tragic day. Yes, I have quite a bit of rewriting to do. This is not the first time that changing tides have disrupt my creative flow like when Harvard’s decision to offer free tuition to admitted students whose families made less than $60,000 per year threw my young adult novel Efrain’s Secret into a tailspin.  The writer who doesn’t admit that the occasional change for the better doesn’t sometimes trigger a moment of petty frustration with life’s failure to imitate art is a liar.

 

But for the first time, a tiny shift toward progress demands a rewrite for once I will be very happy to make. 

 

 

Once Again, Obama, Get. That. DirtOffYaShoulders

In April this year while stumping in Raleigh, North Carolina, Barack Obama gave a popular response addressing the acrimony of the previous night's debate.  It took the Democratic candidates 45 minutes to address policy issues, and even then, Hillary Clinton took every opportunity to attack him. Obama's response to these attacks the next day was so popular it inspired the following video.

Given what is bound to come now that John McCain has chosen a self-proclaimed lipstick-wearing pit bull as his running mate, Obama's initial strategy may bear repeating.

 Now I know some of you would very much rather Obama pull off the gloves and say something, you know, more like this:

But let's be real now. You know damn well a brother can't go out like that!  OK, some of 'em do it all the time, but they're not running for president, are they? All right, enough said 'bout that.

Now if only the mainstream media would give real coverage to the McKinney-Clemente ticket.  I mean, if we're having this much fun now, imagine if you threw two women of color -- one a hip hop activist -- into the mix. 

At the very least, we'd make the next generation's history classes much more, er, colorful than ours ever was. Now that's change you can believe in.

 

 

How Obama Needs Fellow Democrats to Deal with Sarah Palin