This is the first draft, it was later rewritten and shared 

Dear Black Parents,

When you send your children to PWI's (Predominantly White Institutions) please teach them that it is okay, acceptable, and even a demonstration of SELF-RESPECT to make eye contact with AND to say 'good morning, afternoon, or evening' to OTHER BLACK PEOPLE.

Daily, I encounter Black students who either:
1. see me from a distance approaching them and when I get close enough to make eye contact, they pretend that they are checking their cell phone or conveniently look away as if afraid to say hello.

2. see me looking at them trying to make eye contact but simply refuse to acknowledge my very big, very Black, very natural hair wearing SELF in the dining hall or the corridor of an academic building etc.

**Tell your children that being the only Black person (the Lone Negro) in their class at college will be very different than on the high school level, if they came from a situation where they were the 'only Black person' or one of a 'hand full of Black students'. It will definitely be different if they came from an ALL Black high school, neighborhood, or environment.

**Tell them that other Black people, especially older Black folk in these environments can be their first line of emotional support for rough days or rough situations (some of us, not all of us, so teach them to recognize different 'kinds of Black Character Traits). **

**Tell them that sometimes, just walking into a room can be a rough situation because you run the risk of "offending people just because you are Black, breathing, and smart enough to be in the same classroom"

**Tell them that just because people think 'affirmative action' is why they are at the institution does not mean that THEY have to think or believe or accept this type of racist bullshit from their peers and they should be prepared for responding to this with intelligence, quick wit, professional deportment, and good grades.

**Tell them that even in 2015, they can not do what White people do and expect to be viewed the same way by the institution, even though the rules may be applied the same way, the social circumstance surrounding their actions will mark them in ways it will not mark their White peers.

**Tell them that their 'youthful indiscretions' will become 'youthful expectations' because of their Race. THEY ARE EXPECTED TO BE OF A LOWER INTELLIGENCE, MORAL CHARACTER, AND TOLERANCE LEVEL or they are expected to be a "Super-White-Black-Person" and meet some "American idealism" of Whiteness that White people don't even adhere to.

**Tell them that when an older Black person (such as myself) tries to say hello to them that they need NOT fear me, ignore me, be uncomfortable speaking to me because I represent a 'certain kind of Blackness' (that you, their parents could have told them to stay away from) -- because IT IS MY KIND OF BLACKNESS THAT WILL SEE YOUR BLACK CHILD AT A WHITE COLLEGE CAMPUS OR ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD OR UNIVERSE AND OFFER THEM 'UNCONDITIONAL CONSIDERATION' AND FIGHT THE INSTITUTION (OR THE DEVIL) TO PROTECT YOUR BLACK CHILD SHOULD ANY LEVEL OF SHIT HIT ANY SIZED FAN, EITHER UNTIL YOUR CHILD FEELS SAFE OR UNTIL YOU CAN GET HERE TO PROTECT YOUR CHILD YOURSELF. Your child needs to recognize 'my type of Blackness' versus the type of Blackness and Black practices that will tell your child to follow the rules of the institution without helping them NAVIGATE the institution (you have to know the language and codes of White Supremacy to Navigate these institutions, perhaps ALL American institutions)

We know what has happened to us psychologically as Black people, no matter how hard we try to ignore it and simply blend in to White institutions. Therefore, we owe each other minimal forms of care, concern, and SUPPORT on a basic HUMAN LEVEL.

If your child is out in the world and sees an older Black person on a campus where we are few in number, Black Cultural Traditions dictate that YOUR CHILD initiate the contact, your child should say 'good morning Mother (Mama)' or 'good morning Father (Baba)' out of respect for the wisdom the older person has and their (your child's) NEED for that wisdom to be shared with them to make them better human beings. THIS IS BASIC AFRICAN / BLACK FOLK PROTOCOL!

My 9 year old does this at the Wal Mart, the Golden Corral Restaurant, in churches or other spiritual institutions, IT HAS BECOME SECOND NATURE TO HER AT AGE 9!. "Ooo, mama, there is an elder, can I go greet them?" SHE DOES NOT HAVE TO KNOW THEM, ALL SHE NEEDS TO KNOW IS 'THAT COULD BE MY GRANDMOTHER OR GRANDFATHER or THAT COULD BE MY MOTHER OR FATHER or THAT COULD BE MY SISTER OR BROTHER so I NEED TO HONOR AND ACKNOWLEDGE THEIR PRESENCE!

We owe each other AT LEAST an 'I see you' nod of the head, ' a how you doing?' WHETHER WE ARE HANGING WITH OUR WHITE FRIENDS OR NOT. And,

** tell them to let their White friends know that they (your child) does NOT have to 'know' another Black person to ACKNOWLEDGE another Black person when they see them, it is a Black Cultural 'way of being in the world'.

** Tell them to Tell their White friends to go somewhere and be the 'only white person' in ANY SITUATION for 48 hours, and to come back to let them (your child) know if they found themselves looking for another White Face to find a common experience, a common cultural expression, a common language or custom, or a common skin color, but ONLY IF THEY (your child) FEELS THE NEED TO EXPLAIN OR TEACH their White friends. DO NOT DO THIS OUT OF ANY OBLIGATION BECAUSE THEY (your child) DON'T OWE THEIR WHITE FRIENDS SHIT!

** Tell your child to BE WHO they ARE AND BEING BLACK AND CULTURALLY CONFIDENT SHOULD BE A PART OF WHO they ARE.

If your child's 'White friends' want your child to explain why they speak to Black people they (your child) don't know personally, tell your child to ask their 'White friends' to explain why 'white people they don't know personally demonstrate contempt, bias, injustices, and hatred of Black people through the institutions created to protect their whiteness.

Then tell them they may not have those white friends anymore and they can go find some more if they need to and to not be hurt by this, it is normal operating procedure for practicing self and cultural knowledge and competence.

I am Jolivette Anderson "The Poet Warrior" and I wrote and approved this message.
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Cross or Crossroads: The Practice of African Spirituality in the Deep South 

by Jolivette Anderson 
(c) January 19, 2004 

    

As I sit here in Indiana, the 'Crossroads of America', called this I assume because of its position on the map, I am struggling with a way to define what I consider a deeper meaning of the term 'crossroads'.  Based on my understanding of the Ifa Tradition, Esu/Elegba is the guardian of the Crossroads, and it is Esu whom we ask permission to enter into any decision by giving him an offering before seeking guidance.  I usually toss three pieces of chocolate to Papa Legba before I proceed to ask for guidance, safe travel or assistance to make an important decision. I have been guided by elders in making offerings to Orisas since I have yet to be initiated, nor do I have any formal training in the tradition. It was at my father's burial site in our church cemetary, back in the woods of North Louisiana, where I realized how deep the hoodoo runs in my family. It is my understanding that West African Religious practices migrated with the slave trade and became VooDoo in the Caribbean and the South and later became HooDoo which is totally a Black Southern term and can not be claimed or owned by any other people on the planet, and because of this understanding, the simplest things from my childhood now have profound meaning and significance. 

    1) my grandmother slept with a pail of water under the foot of her bed. Why?  It is believed that the soul would get out of the body at night and roam and if it got thirsty it would have water to drink.  Some people sleep with a glass of water beside the bed or put containers of water under the window sill for various reasons. 
   
2) my grandmother always wore an ankle bracelet with a dime on it. Why? This was to ward off evil spirits. There is something about Silver that is suppose to act as a deterent to evil. Perhaps there is a parallel to the silver bullet and the werewolf in horror stories, this idea having come from somthing in African Tradition and was misinterpreted. NOTE: an ankle bracelet with a penny was used for medicianal purposes, helping with arthritis.  It is funny and sad to see copper bracelets for sale in the pharmacy today. 

   

When I say 'hoodoo' I am speaking of the practices of Black people in the deep-south to ward off bad or evil spirits or to thank God for the blessings bestowed upon them in the form of healing herbs and healing words.  Hoodoo is the African American (Black Southerners) version of Voodoo or Voudou which means 'protective spirit' and can be found and identified in many countries in Africa especially West African Yoruba Religious practices.   It is the PRACTICE of becoming God as opposed to waiting on God to do for you what you can do for yourself. No greater 'protective spirit' do we lay claim to than Jesus the Christ but there are other protective spirits that were passed down to us orally that blended in with the worship of Jesus the Christ very well because of the CrossRoads that smybolize the powers or forces of nature smybolized by Esu/Elegba. 



AT THE CROSS 

"At the cross, at the cross where I first saw the light and the burdens of my heart rolled away.  It was there by faith I received my sight and now I am happy all the day" 

    

Happy indeed, the holy ghost got me even.  Arthur Flowers, moderator of thehoodooway listserve posted some information on African American Archaeology in South Carolina.  An archaeologist by the name of JW Joseph mentioned  the signature of potters who 'made their mark' with an X. 

The X itself has always symbolized the unknown for me and the X has always been a Cross in my mind. I designed an entire curriculum in the form of a 'cultural equation' that requires students to 'solve for X with X equaling an unknown, "x+y^5 = self". (D. Ciphers Language Migration: Explorations in Reading, Writing and Critical Thinking by Jolivette Anderson published by She Prophecy Entertainment). 


   

Because of illiteracy, the inability to read and write, many of the people of the south, decendants of the American Slavery Culture that turned into the Sharecropper Culture that turned into me, (Black Southerners) had to accept another persons interpretation of the Bible (their only written spiritual policy) that often left them submissive and passive when it was time to liberate themselves from oppression. The glowing example being Jesus, symbolically a white, blue- eyed Jesus.  Never did the question arise regarding seeing God or Jesus in ourselves and if it did then we did our very best to immulate white people because Jesus was always depicted as a white man. Those that used the Bible to rebel did it in the name of Non-violent social change by using churches to organize around gaining Citizens (Civil) Rights. They changed the words of Spirituals to reflect a struggle against a government that was Pilot and Judas ie Hell on a Black man and woman. 
    The inability to read and write was a problem when conducting business of any kind so many Blacks who were illiterate would have to "make their mark" on documents.  I know this because I still have a relative who can not read and write very well and an uncle who learned how to write his name shortly before he died.  The mark made was sometimes an X. J W Joseph responded to one of my inquiries in the following way: 
             Cross marks were used in the several African cultures, most notably by the 
Kongo who had a cross mark within a circle known as the Bakongo Cosmogram 
 and the Yoruba, who had a cross mark that to them symbolized the cross roads. 
It was used in African-American culture in the New World as 
recorded   by 
interviews 
conducted during the WPA in the 1930s.  The meanings of the cross mark to African-Americans in the southeast appear to be varied - some regarded  it as representing a 
         cross roads and used the mark in ceremonies where a decision had to be made, others 
considered it a mark of evil.  Others may have used the mark as a decorative treatment 
without it having meaning and to some it represented their African ancestry.  The 
Yoruba thought of the mark as a crossroads is similar to your notion of the unknown, 
as a crossroads implies making a decision about choices whose outcomes are unknown. 

                                                                                                         

Being the daughter of two distinct kinds of Black Southerners, I see the tragedy of both existences. My mother came from a Sharecropping Family, a family that worked the land for white folks.  My father came from a Land Owners Family, a Black family that owned 309 acres in Keithville, LA for 120 years as of 2004.  The tragedy I see in both of these situations is Poverty.  While both of my parents had excellent work ethics.  (You work an honest job, earn your pay and get what you need and then get what you want if there is something left over after your needs are met.) Their work ethic came out of the NEED to work the land to live and to escape the death grip of being black and poor in rural Louisiana between the 1930s and the 1970s. They BEARED THE CROSS (the responsibility and the consequences of the decisions they made) and stayed together to raise 5 children in a two bedroom house. Their preparation for the afterlife began and ended at the Cross(Jesus the Christ) and their day to day struggles were at the Crossroads. (Esu/Elegba).

Both the Cross and the Cross Roads have deep penetrating meanings 

AT THE CROSSROADS 
    As I left the cemetery, the resting place of my fathers remains, I made an X with my foot in the mud.  I remembered my grandmother doing this and when I asked her what it meant she would not tell me. Perhaps it was something passed down to her and she did not know what it meant anymore. Perhaps, it was her unknown leftovers of Esu/Elegba given to her by her mother and father. Whatever it was, she passed it down to me, and I respect it and take ownership of it as a part of my own. 
    If the cross is a place where we can 'first see the light' then we can not ignore Esu/Elegba.  For, what is it that happens when we are forced to make a decision? The Light is but a symbol of knowledge, wisdom and understanding.  Once we decide to go in a particular direction, to take a certain road or path, that road opens and we receive the things we need to move forward. Right and Wrong are relative to many people but based on what you think about God and the Afterlife, you choose a Right or Wrong path. 

   

While living in Mississippi, I would often stumble across even the most casual conversations about the Blues.  It seems that everybody knows or has at least heard of the story of Robert Johnson allegedly "selling his soul to the devil at the Crossroads of Highway 61 and Highway 49 in the Mississippi Delta.  If you travel to the Delta and stay a while, you will feel, know, and understand why Mr. Johnson may have been tempted to sell something, anything to escape the poverty of the Mississippi Delta, but was it the Devil or people's misinterpretation of Esu/Elegba, the guardian of the CrossRoads?  There is nothing evil about Esu/Elegba. He is but the guardian and the tester.  He presents you with options and based on what you know and what you don't know, you make the decision regarding which way to go.  Bad decisions equal bad consequences. 

If Mr. Johnson's choices were Blues and Gospel and he chose the Blues then based on the hardcore Christianity practiced in the Deep South, he chose the Devil over Jesus and he suffered the consequences.  The smoky juke joints filled with truth music that resonates the daily struggles and loves of a people living in poverty is it's own form of resistance to oppression. Whether oppression is an intangible system that controls the lives of Black and poor people from a distance like a juggernaut or whether we put a face and race to it (the white man), the road of resistance will be defined as the Devil's Way by many. While the road of least resistance leads us to the holy cross, the crucifix and the life and death of Jesus Christ. I love the idea of 'forgiving', it makes life so much easier, but the practice of forgiveness chokes me up every single time.  In short, it takes much work for me to forgive those that knowingly do evil to me, but because of Ifa, I am not so quick to seek revenge.The circle of life has shown me that all that I do comes back to me. Revenge is unnecessary because each action done to another is also simultaneously done to the doer. (What goes around come around - "Do unto others and you would have them do unto you") The Holy Bible 

    Jesus the revolutionary and enforcer was never the topic of conversation in the church I grew up in down in Louisiana. Nor was Jesus the organizer, activist, and intellectual a theme of Sunday School or Bible Study.  Jesus the mild meek man who was the Sacrificed Lamb of God (oops, did I say Sacrifice and Lamb while talking about Jesus? Is this Christianity or West African Religion?)  You the reader should read, research and decide for yourself.  Beyond the cross (crucifix) there is the promise of everlasting life, being one with God, and living in the spirit world but only through Jesus Christ. Jesus aids millions daily from the spirit world because "He lives", but we stop believing in the spirit assisting us in our daily lives if it is anyone's spirit other than Jesus.  If it is other than, it is considered evil. This is the legacy of the Cross. 
   

Esu/Elegba the trickster and evil doer is defined as such to the closed minded or to those whose intentions are to do wrong but not want to deal with the consequences of doing wrong. Esu/Elegba guides us to the afterlife through the decisions we make in this life based on the roads we take or the roads we make to get to our destinations. This is the reality of the CrossRoads. 

    Finally, an interesting thing happened the day I left Louisiana to drive 16 hours back to Indiana.  I was on my way to the neighborhood fish shack when I saw Cousin Sweet taking his daily walk. Cousin Sweet is my cousin becasue my grandfathers brother had an 'outside child.' His eyes are big and droopy like my Daddy's and you can tell we share the same blood.  He is 87 years old and lives a street over from the street I grew up on, Ledbetter Street. 
   
"Hey Cousin Sweet", I yell. As he makes his way to my car walking slowly, "Do you know who I am?" 
   
"I know your voice," he says. 
   
"I am Jethro's daughter, Jolivette. You know we buried Daddy the other day.  Have you been round there to see Mama yet?" 
   
"That's were I'm heading right now.  I'm just out here walking this train" he said.  "Do you know what I mean when I say that? 
   
"You out here getting your walk right?" I said. 
   
"Naw", he said. " I got this train in my side" 
   
"Is it something the doctor put in", I asked. 
   
"Naw, you ever here of HooDoo? VooDoo?" 
   
"Yeah, Yes Sir, I heard of it," I said holding back the peaceful smile of having hit paydirt.

I say hitting paydirt because knowing that there are African Practices in you family, church or community is different from actually finding an elder who believes in HooDoo and is not afraid to talk about it. 
   

"Well, that's what this is, I been HooDooed for life." 
   
"Tell me more about how you were HooDooed, " I asked respectfully. 
   
"Naw" he said "You don't want to know about this.  People say they ya friend but they not and they put stuff on ya.  The fella I use to go to to help me he died.  They tell me there is a fella out in Stonewall that can do a little something." 
   
"Well, do you need me to help you, I know a few people that may be able to help you, I offered. 
    "Naw, you got to be experienced in these things, but I thank you." 
"Naw, I got to live with this til I die." 
   

I wanted to stay and chat with him some more, but I had to 'hit the Road'.  During the drive, I was saddened that there was no balance revealed to me about how much HooDoo and VooDoo have helped people, especially during my parents and grandparents time.  I am sure the home remedies made by neighborhood doctors, midwives and Spirit Women saved lives. I must simply continue to find voices unafraid to tell the truth of their time and how they survived.