AFFIRMATIONS: Honoring Self & Community Care for & with Educators of Color

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I am proud to have illustrated and designed the flyer for:

Affirmations: Honoring Self & Community Care for and with Educators of Color! 

Did I also mention I am PERFORMING! 

I invite you to affirm your greatness, your purpose, your beauty, your healing. Affirm YOU!

Growing into 2015, I affirmed to re-emerge as Artist.

This year I have been working on projects outside of my classroom walls.

Event details are below, share, invite and hope to see you there! 

As educators of color we are often expected to take the lead–or asked to remained silent–on difficult conversations about race, and other aspects of our identities. At our respective institutions this role can often be both a necessary responsibility as well as a burden. Particularly in an age of contentious debate and protest over the heighten visibility of the police state and its affects on black lives and ongoing marches and protests calling for racial justice, the need to re-center race, self and community care and healing are crucial and imperative.

AFFIRMATIONS emerged out of NYCoRE’s Inquiry to Action Group (ItAG) #BeyondtheMarches: Living, Teaching and Organizing through the Intersections, and our collective desire to support #blacklivesmatter movement building. Through performances, sharing heart stories, songs, dances and herbal teas AFFIRMATIONS intention is to honor, explore, lift up and affirm self and community care by and for educators of color. The hope is that we all can build a pedagogical practice that is courageous and also sustainable.

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EVENTBRITE TICKETS: http://bit.ly/1dmNJB9
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Performance Nights
Saturday, May 30th, 6-8pm. Followed by fellowship hour 8pm. *For people/educators of color only*

Sunday, May 31st, 6-8pm. Followed by fellowship hour: 8pm. *For people/educators of color only*

Sunday, June 7th, 6-8pm. Followed by fellowship hour: 8pm. *For people/educators of color and white allies*

All donations and proceeds from the door will go to healers and organizers in the #blacklivesmatter movement building.

Because of the donation ticket structure for this show, multiple tickets must be purchased in separate transactions. We’re sorry for any inconvenience this might cause; it’s a limitation of this website. No one will be turned away for lack of funds.

A Note from the Journey.

I saw his face when the crowd ran towards him. Was told he was stabbed. I cant lose another child. A sigh of release when I saw his face. He is ok. for now? 

He came to visit me today in Art class. He doesn’t have Art anymore and isn’t happy about it. He stands tall. I am up to his armpit. We laugh. He sits down on my stoll. We are facing the entire class. They are creating logos.

He lays his head on my shoulder. We stay in that position. I can feel his heart beat. I lay my head on top of his. How are you my child? I am tired Tiffany. I can’t believe he’s gone. I am tired too. I know what tired you are. You know I love you right. You’re my special baby like Raphael. You love us trouble makers huh Tiffany? You trouble makers need the most love. smiles and warmth. He lays on my shoulder in silence. 

A student asks for help. Can’t you see we having a moment. I giggle. Stop it be nice. He doesn’t move. I answer the request for a logo edit. He moves. I love you Sean. I love you Tiffany. 

Last 5 mintues of class. Review of the day, deadlines and now it time for the next class. I love you all come back to me in one piece. They leave. Some with hugs. 

Tears fall down my face as I remember stories and visions of my child. Smiles. Show them his sketchbook. 

They make me laugh. They know me the best. Blessed. A mom and sister as best friends. 

Humbled.

With a heavy heart

It has been a longtime since I have been on tumblr. Since I have experienced such amazing growth and strength. However last Friday night I lost someone special. Someone I called my child. 

Raphael was a sweet and golden child. He was shot and killed last week. Tomorrow marks a week of the last time I saw him, hugged him and heard him say “I love you”. My heart is broken yet open. It is humbling to know I impacted his life. 

In my mourning and healing I completed my post on my other blog.  Enjoy. Please hug and say I love you to those that you care about. 

With a heavy heart