Transparent: Part II

Attending college was rooted in trauma. I wanted to prepare myself to
work to heal and restore my community, family and myself to health.
What did I find? I found course studies needed for graduation and to
work within specific institutions and attempts at intimidation. Students
walking carefully trying not to upset the apple cart. Colleges are filled
with professors and a system Hell bent on perpetuating a failing non-
system of education. What did I not find? There was no authentic
creative spaces for  thinking, nor a psychology that spoke to the total
person. One rooted in real healing. There was no curriculum with
which to connect socially, politically, spiritually, and culturally. All
concepts of Western healing were divorced from a holistic framework,
mind, body and spirit. What did I earn? I earned student loans I’m still
trying to pay off. I cannot receive my degree until my student loans
are paid off. I’m fine with this.

Professors were learning from our discussions and carving many of
the contributions of Blacks and students of color into curriculums.
We recommended books, that were never institutionally embraced,
Books thought to threaten the status quo, instead of expanding the
education and knowledge of all parties. Focus continues to remain
on prevailing ideologies supporting suppression, oppression and
control. Classmates with no ties or interest in communities of color
desiring on graduation to counsel/save communities of color. Folk
never having engaged fellow classmates of color. Sounds like the
centuries old maternalism and paternalism.

Learning and implementing constructs that address, connect and
serve to dismantle paradigms of  suppression and oppression.

©Lorraine Currelley 2017. All Rights Reserved.

Transparent: Part I


I witnessed and experienced trauma and pain in my family, friends and
members of my community. As a child and teenager. I couldn’t name it.
All I knew was that something was not right.  I wanted and needed real
answers and solutions to the questions I asked. I needed more than
being told to take it to the Lord in prayer.  Make no mistake prayer
sustained me. It held me together. Prayer remains a part of my spiritual
practice. Raised with a prevailing philosophy in so many Black homes,
taught not to air our dirty laundry or put our business in the street.
Discussing family business was an act of betrayal, so you kept your
mouth shut, losing yourself deeper and deeper to your pain. Besides,
airing your business was seen as a sign of weakness, the inability to
handle your business.  Black people had and have every right to be
cautious when it comes to our health care. We have a history and
herstory of America experimenting on our black bodies.

It took years before I understood the roots of the pain around me and
in my home. There are so many stories of the wounded and
traumatized. I hear their voices and see their tears still. I spent a
large part of my life  with my heart and soul drowning in pain. Pain
so raw and deep, at times I felt I would not survive it. Today the legacy
of shame has been replaced with openly embraced community and
individual healing. We’re sharing our trauma, in order to survive and
thrive. The old paradigm has been replaced with one of wellness and
transparency, all leading to healing, self and collective empowerment.

©Lorraine Currelley 2017. All Rights Reserved.