I just finished reading the book, Let Justice Roll Down, by John M. Perkins. I am now working on the book, Do All Lives Matter, by John M. Perkins and Wayne Gordon. I already knew that issues of race and racism were interconnected with my Christian faith. However, these books really explain that biblical connection between faith and eradicating racism.
To start this off, I thought I'd share part of my initial racial autobiography. Here goes:
September 1, 2015
I was born in the Panama Canal Zone in 1971, a beautiful
baby, the product of my two parents; a combination of many races and cultures. My mother, Isabel, is
Panamanian. My dad, Bill, is from the United States. So what does this mean?
I can trace back my racial lineage to Spain by way of my
maternal grandmother, Livina Águila. Once upon a time there was a contingent of Spanish Catholic missionaries that arrived in
Cañazas, in the Province of Veraguas.
One of these missionaries was not so devout and thus the Águila branch
of the family was born. I understand
there must have been a large number of Spanish that settled and populated this area
because when my grandmother first went to the big city of Panama she was
surprised by the racial diversity. Apparently
the population of Cañazas was fair skinned and had light colored eyes. I have her hazel eyes. So does my son, Samuel.
My paternal grandfather, Concepción (Concho) Ramos, was a
self-described “mestizo” from Penonomé in the Province of Coclé. He was born in 1896 when Panama was still
considered part of Colombia. He would
tell my mom that he was part “Indio” and part “Cholo.” He had very tight curly hair and dark brown
skin. He only finished elementary
school, but was a carpenter and a master builder.
I visited one the churches he built and still have the dresser he made
for me when I was born. If only he had
been afforded more educational opportunities, I wonder what he could have
done?
My maternal grandmother’s (Lola Stuewe) family came from
German stock. My paternal grandfather,
Herbert Beatty, had British and Scottish blood. Think Outlander by Diana Gabaldon. Both my paternal grandparents while of
different European cultural backgrounds were white. They struggled
financially and sacrificed a lot to put their four children through college
when they themselves did not have college educations. My grandparents helped my dad with his
undergrad degree in anthropology. After
finishing a stint in the military, getting married and becoming a father, my
dad decided that he had better use the GI Bill for a degree that would be more
financially rewarding than this one. So, he went to law school.
My mom grew up in Panama City, the “lighter skinned” of two
sisters. This was an issue that affected
my Tía Minita throughout her life. She had other struggles, but my mom’s lighter (not white, mind you) but lighter
skin, was always an issue. Minita was
always referred to as the dark one and Isabel was the light one.
I will digress for a moment to point out here that when I was in elementary school
my idea of a beautiful girl was a blond with blue eyes. I remember being in Texas with my dad’s
family and being given the choice of two dolls:
the blond or the brunette. I
chose the blonde, named her Mary and she still lives with my parents. My daughter is blondish and has blue eyes. She epitomizes
my early ideals of beauty, yet my girl doesn’t see it, which just blows my
mind. Physically, this child is
everything I dreamt I could/should be. She sees faults – but that digs
deeper into what our society is doing to all of our girls.
So, my parents were married in October 3 of 1970. As I said earlier I was born on February 2, 1971. I was not a preemie. Yes, I figured this out at an early age and
it was a topic NOT to be discussed at our house. Though as I got older I did hear the story about Mami throwing her engagement ring down during a fight with her fiance, my dad. She threw it inside the car and not outside the window. The ring could be recovered! I am cognizant of the fact that if my parents
had not married, my life would be so different. My mom would probably have stayed in Panama. Would she have married another American, or married at all? Would I have learned English? Where would I have gone to school? Would I have gone to college? Would I still live there now?
I wanted to be white growing up. I noticed the financial advantages that came
with that. Though my Beatty grandparents
struggled financially, as a child I was already able to see the fruit of their
sacrifices in their children. My dad and his siblings were all college educated and my uncles all had good jobs. My Ramos grandparents lived in a humble home
in a humble part of town. I noticed
this. As a child, I attached this to color. At one point in my childhood I
remember not wanting contact with my abuelito because I thought his darkness
was contagious.
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My children consider themselves white. They are white. Their dad is white, of Irish German descent. That they have only recently started appreciating their own ethnic background. This is because we talk about it now. When I had three kids in diapers my life was about survival, and in order to get through the day I had to let go a little bit of who I am. It took more than I had in me to speak Spanish to them. I own the responsibility in this loss, but I am trying to rectify it. My kids fight me though. English is easier.
When I worked on my first resume, I started to really acknowledge and appreciate the stuff that makes me uniquely me. I landed on this path because of my history. I have Livina’s eyes and Lola’s nose. There’s a hint of Concho Ramos curl in my hair. ” All of my grandparents were incredibly hard workers. Had they not been, I would not be here.
When I worked on my first resume, I started to really acknowledge and appreciate the stuff that makes me uniquely me. I landed on this path because of my history. I have Livina’s eyes and Lola’s nose. There’s a hint of Concho Ramos curl in my hair. ” All of my grandparents were incredibly hard workers. Had they not been, I would not be here.
Thank you for sharing this, Gloria! I loved reading about your heritage and appreciate your insights about race and culture. Keep writing! You do it so well and have an important life story to tell!
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Maurna