Blog archive
March 2025
About Senior Solutions
03/28/2025
Building a Bridge With Journey House, A Home Base for Former Foster Youth
03/28/2025
Come for the Knitting, Stay for the Conversation... and the Cookies
03/28/2025
Creating Safe and Smart Spaces with Home Technology
03/28/2025
Finding Joy in My Role on The Pasadena Village Board
03/28/2025
I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!
03/28/2025
Managing Anxiety
03/28/2025
Message from Our President: Keeping Pasadena Village Strong Together
03/28/2025
My Favorite Easter Gift
03/28/2025
The Hidden History of Black Women in WWII
03/28/2025
Urinary Tract Infection – Watch Out!
03/28/2025
Volunteer Coordinator and Blade-Runner
03/28/2025
Continuing Commitment to Combating Racism
03/26/2025
Status - March 20, 2025
03/20/2025
Goodbye and Keep Cold by Robert Frost
03/13/2025
What The Living Do by Marie Howe
03/13/2025
Racism is Not Genetic
03/11/2025
Bill Gould, The First
03/07/2025
THIS IS A CHAPTER, NOT MY WHOLE STORY
03/07/2025
Dramatic Flair: Villagers Share their Digital Art
03/03/2025
Empowering Senior LGBTQ+ Caregivers
03/03/2025
A Life Never Anticipated
03/02/2025
Eaton Fire Changes Life
03/02/2025
February 2025
Commemorating Black History Month 2025
02/28/2025
Transportation at the Pasadena Village
02/28/2025
A Look at Proposition 19
02/27/2025
Behind the Scenes: Understanding the Pasadena Village Board and Its Role
02/27/2025
Beyond and Within the Village: The Power of One
02/27/2025
Celebrating Black Voices
02/27/2025
Creatively Supporting Our Village Community
02/27/2025
Decluttering: More Than The Name Implies
02/27/2025
Hidden Gems of Forest Lawn Museum
02/27/2025
LA River Walk
02/27/2025
Message from the President
02/27/2025
Phoenix Rising
02/27/2025
1619 Conversations with West African Art
02/25/2025
The Party Line
02/24/2025
Bluebird by Charles Bukowski
02/17/2025
Dreams by Langston Hughes
02/17/2025
Haiku - Four by Fritzie
02/17/2025
Haikus - Nine by Virginia
02/17/2025
Wind and Fire
02/17/2025
Partnerships Amplify Relief Efforts
02/07/2025
Another Community Giving Back
02/05/2025
Diary of Disaster Response
02/05/2025
Eaton Fire: A Community United in Loss and Recovery
02/05/2025
Healing Powers of Creative Energy
02/05/2025
Living the Mission
02/05/2025
Message from the President: Honoring Black History Month
02/05/2025
Surviving and Thriving: Elder Health Considerations After the Fires
02/05/2025
Treasure Hunting in The Ashes
02/05/2025
Villager's Stories
02/05/2025
A Beginning of Healing
02/03/2025
Hectic Evacuation From Eaton Canyon Fire
02/02/2025
Hurricanes and Fires are Different Monsters
02/02/2025
January 2025
At Dawn by Ed Mervine
01/31/2025
Thank you for Relief Efforts
01/31/2025
Needs as of January 25, 2025
01/24/2025
Eaton Fire Information
01/23/2025
Escape to San Diego
01/19/2025
Finding Courage Amid Tragedy
01/19/2025
Responses of Pasadena Village February 22, 2025
01/18/2025
A Tale of Three Fires
01/14/2025
Does My Neighbor Care About My Black Feelings?
By Vicki HodgesPosted: 08/17/2020
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 -