It's Sunday! Today is the day before my phone gets cut off but I am determined to make it a good phone day and last blog for a while. Ironically enough, I get a new replacement phone in the mail tomorrow because this one is faulty. Sure, that phone won't be on but...it will work once I get service restored.(whenever that is) I also broke the doctors orders and talked. I wanted to hear my sisters voice. She's so loud when she laughs. :-) I miss my sisters, Ebony and Melani.
Without my phone this place will be lonelier. New York will feel smaller to me without my phone. It sounds crazy right? But think about it, I'm in a city of strangers with no money or people I can rely on and the majority of my communications are via phone. I get job interviews via my cell so I may miss a job too. Crap, I'm not doing a good job of uplifting myself huh? Off to the sunlight I go!
I decided to go to the Staten Island Ferry. Gerald has been mentioning it for weeks and the museum. As soon as I come out of the subway I see architecture and know I'm in the right place. But wait, how is this the American Indian museum with to put it bluntly white people's statues all around it? Atop the building are Roman, Greek and Spainyard representation. I did find one sculpture of a Native American but he was hiding behind the white woman and barely visible. Is this a joke? Are they serious? Once I get past security I walk into the Atrium and see Christopher Columbus and his ships voyage depicted on the ceilings. Talk about oppressive!
There is so much forgotten history here! Some of them are the same color as I am! Who knew?! Looking at a person in the face you will never guess their heritage. I ran into a lady (looked white to me) her name was Babs who's great grandfather had works of his and his wife on display. She says she knows her heritage but doesn't participate in any of it but one her daughters is deeply rooted in her heritage. I took a picture of her and daughter standing next to her ancestors work. The daughter standing with her was like her and not active but her other daughter made crafts. I also encountered a nice guy named Leslie. I'm not a great journalist so I forgot what tribe he hails from but I do remember he was from SC. He was as dark as me and showed me pictures of his family. We walked and talked about the history of his people and Native Americans all together. He pointed out that Columbus mural to me and said he refuses to look up. It feels like a mockery of the exhibit to have all of the "other" statues and paintings lording over the ancestors relics. I know that my family decends from Cheerokee but that's all my grandma told me. She knew that because that's who her grandmother was. It was all very fascinatingly sad. It's funny how the ugly truths get swept away to make the decendents of such a nasty history of betrayal and violence feel benevolent. I needed to pause from my rising indignation so I left to ride the ferry.
I didn't take a picture of him but Leslie stuck by me even on the boat ride. As it turns out, he has been in NY for ten years and never road the Staten Island Ferry. It was refreshing! I love to be near water. (it was nasty looking) lol The scenery was great! I love bridges from afar, not crossing them. The Statue of Liberty was right where I left her last time. lol She must be getting old because she looked shorter. Water has a was of cleansing your spirit when you let it. Crossing over to the island and back brightened my mood enough so I went back to the shelter feeling good. I even snuck in my dinner! Sandwich and chips! I guess I'll catch Yall in time. I still accept donations! I'm raising money for Help My Road to Broadway . Click to Donate: http://www.gofundme.com/bqebhc #gofundme
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