The #dominicanrepublicis a beautiful place I had the pleasure of visiting during my senior year of college. I remember the delicious meals, nights dancing, and the calm and awe I felt while swimming, reading on the beach, or seeing a whale while out fishing.
On the other end, I also remember being refused service by a restaurant owner simply because I am an African woman who happens to speak French (see my older post on France); he thought I was Haitian and that it was appropriate to behave that way. That day I experienced persecution rooted in the dark past shared by Dominicans and Haitians, and I was introduced to the concepts of identity, perception and judgement in a real way. Once safe, I reflected on the baggage transferred down from generations and rooted in colonialism and slavery, and I wept. ☀️Like the restaurant owner, we can fall into these inherited patterns OR we can face them, and consciously break them each day. This is our work. Years later, I have a greater understanding of the effects of slavery and I take pride in every instance I and others rise above it and choose love. 🔑🌳Tell me about a time you chose love.