Friday, December 25, 2009

Latino Internet Use on the Rise

In the Castaneda household, where five people share one laptop, use of the Internet has gone up. “From using Twitter to checking email, downloading music and applying for jobs, everyone I know is using the internet more and more,” Aaron Castaneda told The Final Call. “I’m especially using it more on my phone too since I can get internet on it.”

That’s what a new report by the Pew Hispanic Center and the Pew Internet and American Life Project found. Latino adults are increasing their use of the Internet faster than other ethnic groups.

Between 2006 and 2008, the percentage of adult Latinos in the US who used the Internet grew to 64 percent from 54 percent, according to the survey. Among whites, Internet use increased to 76 percent from 72 percent. Blacks saw the smallest overall gain - two percentage points to 63 percent.

The report found that Latinos who were born in the US were much more likely to go online than those born outside the country. This gap persisted even after accounting for differences in education levels, household income and English proficiency.
Latinos with low incomes went online less than those with higher incomes.

“The survey results come as no surprise to those in my industry,” says John Abbott, CEO of Quepasa Corporation, owner of, an online social network targeting the Latino community that is seven million strong. 

The site recently announced that it is steadily gaining one million new subscribers each month and has generated five million unique visits per month.

“Our impressive growth in membership is attributable to Latinos’ distinctive social dynamics and their strong desire to keep close ties with friends and family abroad or simply across town.”

Read more about this is The Final Call Newspaper.....

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Peace Building Relationships at Home and in the World

It’s Saturday and time for my workshop. I am presenting with Mrs. Deepa Ra from India. She’s the Director of the Manford Institute, which helps companies resolve conflict.

I speak first and talk about the need to create cultural cues that help guide youth toward marriage. I tell the story of life in the US where once upon a time there where societal signals that led young people to consider marriage. I shared with them that children used to sing, “Michael and Janice sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Janice with the baby carriage.”

That simple song gave an order to the way things were supposed to go. It told children without telling them that first there was love, then there was marriage and then there was a baby carriage.

Old school music reinforced that idea. Songs by the Temptations, the Supremes, Aretha Franklin and the O’Jays sang of love with responsibility. Bobby Taylor and the Vancouvers sang, I am Your Man. “Now my life can begin for I am your man.” Brenda Holloway said, “Baby, I’m Yours.”

American culture supported the institution of marriage and the Black community had high rates of marriage. My audience, a mix of people from around the world, was captivated by what I was saying. It was breaking news for them.

I went on to say that things changed in the late 60’s and 70’s. The cultural cues began to disappear. Sex began to sell everything and the message of sex without responsibility began to take over. The song changed. Today it's first comes sex, then the baby carriage, there is no love and little chance for marriage.

I spoke at Morehouse College November 19 and asked the young men to name a song for me where a Black man is saying to a Black woman that he loves her. They looked at me in amazement. They couldn’t name one, not one song.

I shared this with my audience who were increasingly horrified at our condition. I speak on our plight constantly with mixed reviews but it wasn’t until I experienced the reaction of people from abroad who could not even comprehend such a condition in a people did I realize just how really, really bad our situation is.

Marriage and family are what adults do to build their society and continue their legacy. There are famous families around the world; there are even famous criminal families. These families of note are comprised of husband, wives and children. There are no famous single parent families.

I was asked questions like, what is the problem, why don’t Blacks want to get married, why don’t they understand the importance of marriage and family? The answers were too complicated for them to understand, racism, destruction of the Black man, white supremacy, high incarceration rates and the list goes on and on.

The session made my work even more necessary and important. This is the time and what must be done as Minister Farrakhan has said.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

The Only

Growing up Black in America many of us are used to being “the only” Black in class, in the school, in the community, in the whatever. It’s a distinct position that my grandmother would code as being “the only fly in the buttermilk”. It makes a difference because if that’s your experience wherever you go you look for others like yourself. I was the only Black girl in my sixth grade class after my parents moved from DC to the suburbs. I am sensitive to being “the only”.

Well on my third day in Manila what stood out most was not my workshop on peace building in the family which went very well, not the concern the participants from various countries had for the plight of Black people who have such miserably low marriage rates but the fact that during a visit to the Mall of Asia (yes, I said mall) our group of four Blacks from the US were “the only” Blacks in this huge mall. Let me be clear, not the only Blacks from the US but the only Blacks from the planet, Africa, Caribbean, or wherever. We were just “the only”.

There were tens of thousands of shoppers in this mall. I mean tens of thousands and we were the only Blacks. It didn’t really occur to me until we were about to leave and were sitting near the entrance waiting for the rest of our group to return. I started paying attention to the people coming and going. I started looking for myself in the crowd.

Well the Mall of Asia is fabulous. It has 5,000 parking spaces, goo gobs of stores, a movie theatre including an IMAX theatre, bowling alley, Olympic size ice-skating rink, an open air Music Hall and a Science Discovery Center. It is the second largest mall in the Phillipines and the fourth largest mall in the word. 200,000 shoppers come there daily. The exchange rate was better than the hotel, the bargains were great and with so many people shopping the recession seems to have skipped Manila.

It seems Black people had skipped the mall too and as I recollect my travels through the city I don’t remember seeing any Blacks in the city either. My group seemed to be “the only” everywhere we went.

More to come…

Friday, December 11, 2009

My Thriller in Manila

I first heard about Manila while listening to my dad talk about the third fight between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier in 1975, arranged by boxing promoter Don King.

Manila is the capital of the Phillipines and has a slightly larger population than Philadelphia. It is the second most populous area in south east Asia, is southeast of Hong Kong and northeast of Singapore and Kuala Lumpur. The main religion is Catholicism. While many speak English for business and education the main language is Tagalog.

The Ali vs. Frazier bout was called the “Thriller in Manila” and is considered one of the greatest matches of the 20th century. Muhammad Ali would recall, “It was like death. Closest thing to dyin' that I know of," and he was the winner.

Well, I had my own thriller in Manila on day two of my trip. It’s Friday and I journeyed to find The Golden Mosque in an area called Quiapo for Jummah prayer. I am not the adventurous type but today I was. I spoke to the concierge about traveling to the Mosque. How much would the taxi be? Could I get another one there to come back? How far away was it and what was the neighborhood like? I compared what she told me with my internet research. If I was going on an adventure I wanted to have as much information as possible. Finally before I left the hotel, I left a message with Dr. Linda Malone-Colon from Hampton University so someone would know where I was going just in case. Just in case what? I didn’t want to consider the possibilities. I watch way too much tv.

So off I go in the taxi to Quiapo. My driver wasn’t sure where the Mosque was so we stopped twice for directions. After speaking to a police officer he turned to me and asked, “Are you Muslim?” Considering the recent Muslim Christian conflicts in nearby Mindanao I wasn’t sure what exactly he was asking but without hesitation I said, “Yes”.

It didn’t seem to matter because soon I was outside the opening to the Golden Mosque and Cultural Center. He couldn’t drive down the street because so many were headed to congregational prayer. I got out of the taxi and into a jitney (bicycle driven) and was taken the rest of the way.

This was my first Jummah prayer service in a foreign country and followed the women to the entrance. Not a similar entrance for the men like at Mosque Maryam in Chicago or Masjid Muhammad in DC. We went to the back of the Mosque as in the back of the bus.

I entered a world I had only heard and read about. The mothers of civilization, women who rock the cradle and teach the children were behind a wall where they could be neither seen nor heard. But the converse was also true we could neither see nor hear the Iman.

We sat patiently and waited. It was a strange experience that the other women seemed perfectly comfortable with. I was not. I wanted the freedom, justice and equality of Islam that I was used to receiving in the states. I wanted these women to know that Islam had more to offer them than this. I wanted them to know the teachings of the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. I wanted them to hear the Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan.

Alas, that was not to be on this day so after prayer I left the Mosque and made my way through the crowded streets of Manila to find a cab back to the Manila Hotel. Careful not to look like the tourist I was, I held my purse close and walked fast. While tempted by begging children, mothers with deformed babies and handicapped men I kept going. I made it to the main street but couldn’t get a taxi to take me to the hotel.

Finally a kind soul told me I was on the wrong side of the street. I made my way through the underpass to the other side and was escorted to a taxi for 40 pesos. I arrived safely back to the hotel surviving my thriller in Manila.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

Day One in Manila

My trip to Manila started Tuesday morning, December 8. I left via Korean Air from Dulles Airport. It was a 14-hour flight to Seoul, Korea. I thought I was prepared for the long flight. I downloaded three movies from Itunes to watch on my ipod. First it was Inside Man for the second time, then Mr. and Mrs. Smith for the first time and finally Harlem Nights for the umpteenth time. I then had a four-hour layover until my flight to Manila. From Seoul it was another four hours to the Philippines. We were greeted with 79-degree weather at 11:30 pm Wednesday night. My total trip took 24 hours. It felt like it too.

There were other Global Peace Conference attendees on the flight. After clearing customs, we were met by Thomas and Mark Anthony, who guided us to our transportation. I arrived at the famous Manila Hotel at 1:00 am and checked in.

Hours later after trying to recovering from jet lag, I looked out my window at the Manila Bay. I read that this is the same hotel that General McArthur stayed in while he commanded the US Army during World War II.

It is a very beautiful hotel. I spent most of my first day getting acclimated to my surroundings. The internet is free, my room is huge, the bathroom has a tub, a shower, a bidet and a TV. They have 24 hour room service, my meals are free also and the plugs use my universal electric converter. Yeah!

The conference opened with a banquet. It was a welcome not only to Manila but also to the Global Peace Convention. Attendees are here representing 28 nations and various faith traditions. The people are warm and friendly. The women like everywhere are dressed to impress. They even have Halal selections at every meal. Halal is an Arabic word that means permissible. Muslims eat a certain diet that where possible should be prepared by Halal means. I’m eating halal everyday.

The group from the US includes (from right to left) Alan Inman, a consultant from New Rochelle, Dr. Jefferey Johnson, president of the National Partnership on Community Leadership in DC, Dr. Linda Malone-Colon, chair of the psychology department at Hampton University, me and John Breyer from Brazil. His organization is called Service for Peace and he arranges exchanges for students to do service projects in Brazil.

The program ended with the Phillipine dance troupe. Day One is done and I’m headed to my room. More to come.