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November 2024

October 2024

ARBORIST WALK: NOT FOR TREE HUGGERS ONLY!
10/29/2024

Bill Wishner: Visual Hunter
10/29/2024

Can a Village Group Fix Our Healthcare System?
10/29/2024

Community Board Directors Strengthen Village Board
10/29/2024

Connecting with Village Connections: The A, B, C, & D’s of Medicare @ 65+
10/29/2024

Grief is a Journey: Two Paths Taken
10/29/2024

Message from the President
10/29/2024

Promoting Informed & Involved Voters
10/29/2024

What Will Be Your Legacy?
10/29/2024

1619, Approaching the Election...
10/27/2024

Beyond and Within the Village - A Star is Born
10/17/2024

Happiness by Priscilla Leonard
10/11/2024

Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden
10/11/2024

Unpainted Door by Louise Gluck
10/11/2024

In the Evening by Billy Collins
10/10/2024

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver
10/10/2024

Betty Kilby, A Family History
10/01/2024

Betty Kilby, A Family History
10/01/2024

Betty Kilby, A Family History
10/01/2024

September 2024

August 2024

1619 Wide Ranging Interests
08/19/2024

1619 Wide Ranging Interests
08/19/2024

First Anniversary
08/19/2024

Alexandra Leaving by Leonard Cohen
08/16/2024

Muse des Beaux Arts by W. H. Auden
08/16/2024

The God Abandons Antony by Constantinos P. Cavafy
08/16/2024

Ch – Ch – Ch –Changes
08/15/2024

Cultural Activities Team offers an ‘embarrassment of riches’
08/15/2024

Engaging in Pasadena Village
08/15/2024

Future Housing Options
08/15/2024

Message from the President
08/15/2024

There Are Authors Among Us
08/15/2024

Villagers Welcome New Members at the Tournament Park Picnic
08/15/2024

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas
08/14/2024

A narrow Fellow in the Grass by Emily Dickinson
08/13/2024

Haikus
08/13/2024

One Art by Elizabeth Bishop
08/13/2024

Poem 20 by Pablo Neruda
08/13/2024

Still I Rise by Maya Angelou
08/13/2024

Trees by Joyce Kilmer
08/13/2024

July 2024

June 2024

May 2024

Emergency Preparedness: Are You Ready?
05/28/2024

Farewell from the 2023/24 Social Work Interns
05/28/2024

Gina on the Horizon
05/28/2024

Mark Your Calendars for the Healthy Aging Research California Virtual Summit
05/28/2024

Meet Our New Development Associate
05/28/2024

Putting the Strategic Plan into Practice
05/28/2024

Washington Park: Pasadena’s Rediscovered Gem
05/28/2024

Introducing Civil Rights Discussions
05/22/2024

Rumor of Humor #2416
05/14/2024

Rumor of Humor #2417
05/14/2024

Rumor of Humor #2417
05/14/2024

Rumor of Humor #2418
05/14/2024

Springtime Visitors
05/07/2024

Freezing for a Good Cause – Credit, That Is
05/02/2024

No Discussion Meeting on May 3rd
05/02/2024

An Apparently Normal Person Author Presentation and Book-signing
05/01/2024

Flintridge Center: Pasadena Village’s Neighbor That Changes Lives
05/01/2024

Pasadena Celebrates Older Americans Month 2024
05/01/2024

The 2024 Pasadena Village Volunteer Appreciation Lunch
05/01/2024

Woman of the Year: Katy Townsend
05/01/2024

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Does My Neighbor Care About My Black Feelings?

By Vicki Hodges
Posted: 08/17/2020
Tags: vickie hodges

So as I’m taking my daily morning walk last Friday I noticed that my neighbor’s tree had two slender ropes hanging from a low lying branch with nooses at the end. “Hmm,” I thought to myself. “Does this mean what I think it means? Is she trying to send a message?”  But no, she’s a nice white woman with brightly colored “Craylola” hair who always speaks to me whenever we cross paths. Surely this must be an innocent thing, right?

But it bothered me. Especially in light of the two recent hangings of young black men here in Southern California. Whether one was a suicide and not, in fact, murder was still to be determined. Even if the ropes hanging from her tree were of an innocent nature the optics were bad. The images provoked unbidden memories of the history of lynching in this country and the inherent racism that precipitated such acts. It was worrisome to say the least to think that this would happen on my block, in my neighborhood where I have lived for the past 12 years with no racial tension whatsoever. The block is largely white and Hispanic. There are a total of 3 black residents.

I decided to write a nice note asking if she would “consider removing the ropes.” I told her how they made me feel in light of history and current events with black men being murdered. I placed the note in her mailbox and included my name and address (I live across the street) and invited a discussion.
The next day I walked by and noticed her mailbox was still had mail. That evening I noticed her car in the driveway and decided to have a conversation since the box still looked full. I attempted to slide her gate open but found it was locked. On Sunday morning, the gate was still locked and the mailbox full. I had not heard from her and assumed she still hadn’t seen my note.

Meanwhile, I chatted with two neighbors I trust and asked them for their thoughts. One was perturbed but thought maybe it was “a swing in the making” and the other was quite nonchalant and said it was “something for her kids to play with.” Both of these neighbors were white. Later I asked a third neighbor who assured me, “oh she’s VERY liberal and would never have those things up there on purpose.” Hmm…he was also white.
Monday morning, still not much happening. No feedback, no gate access but the mailbox appeared to have been emptied. Later that day….the ropes were gone!!!
What happened? Did she read the note and decide to do the right thing and take them down? But decided not to reach out to me? Did a neighbor say something to her?  I don’t know.

I am disappointed that we could not have had a “teachable moment” type of conversation especially if she is supposedly “so liberal.” Doesn’t she WANT to know that this image bothered me, one of her neighbors? Doesn’t she want to know more about the “why” of it? How is she feeling about my note? I want a conversation, damn it!.

NOTE: It goes without saying that I feel very “alone” and marginalized in my neighborhood. Although my white neighbors mean well nobody can really understand what those nooses “mean” unless you are black or very attuned to the history of racism in this country.

But there is more to this story… continued here.

-    - Vickie -

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