To: Tom Clarke who wrote (79259 ) 4/30/2000 2:23:00 PM From: lorrie coey Read Replies (1) | Respond to of 108807
"The courts are the only check on this renegade mob." "Turns out that Babal£ Ay‚ is the name of a West African deity that came along with the thousands of people who were enslaved by Europeans anb brought to the Americas to labor. Ricky Ricardo, played by the-rather-caucasian Dezi (Desiderio) Arnaz brought it to this country from his native Cuba, but, alas, only for its entertainment value. Later, encouraged by the Castro regime, thousands of Cuban believers brought Babal£, Chang¢, Yemay and many other African deities in their worship. In Cuba and the Caribbean, as well as Brazil and other parts of America, the Africans managed to keep their religion and deities alive by mascarading them as Catholic Christian saints and icons. For example, Africans made La Virgen de la Caridad del Cobre (the Virgen of Charity, the matron saint of Cuba), a proxy for Osh£n. Chang¢ became Santa B rbara. And Babal£ Ay‚, San L zaro, Saint Lazarus . The Spaniards either didn?t catch on, or looked the other way, and the practice continued and was passed on as oral tradition. These days Cubans of all shades and colors know these deities and religion and they've been incorporated in popular song and culture. Many still worship them, too (and, no, it's not voodoo, OK?)."dropby.com "Each Orisha embodies three levels of existence at once: 1.A force of nature such as wind, lightning, the earth, or the ocean. 2.A person who once lived on this earth. 3.A psychological archetype (e.g. a trickster, a strong woman, a warrior )."dropby.com **********************************************************"9 Flow on, river! flow with the flood-tide, and ebb with the ebb-tide! Frolic on, crested and scallop-edg'd waves! Gorgeous clouds of the sunset! drench with your splendor me, or the men and women generations after me!" princeton.edu ******************************************************** "In 1903 the last words in the sonnet "The New Colossus" by poet Emma Lazarus (1883) was inscribed at the main entrance to the pedestal: 'Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame With conquering lims astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-brigded harbor that twin cities frame, "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pom!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddle masses yearning to breath free, The wrechted refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" An Awe Inspiring Vista...home.sol.no