17 Sep House In The Park
I have never been to anything like House In The Park!
Picture being surrounded by carefree people with facial paint, dread locks covered in sweat from dancing for hours. You’ve either walked into a crowd of hippies on a molly or you found yourself at House In The Park! Now not everyone is black for all you reading into this. There was a nice mix of people of all racial backgrounds. It was a little overwhelming for me because I am not much of a crowd lover but it was still a bit enjoyable. My husband and I walked around for a while and just people watched. It was amazing to see people together in such a positive atmosphere just being carefree and enjoying life with their fellow human community. The experience was great but one thing stuck out to me as I moved through the crowds: SEGREGATION!
Sure there were thousands of people but in the midst of that there was still segregation. As my husband and I walked through the entire park we noticed the different social groups clustered together. The first group we encountered were “the typical hood black people”. You can find your drug dealing, drunk sports talking, booty watching, fifties crisis old men in this crowd. These are the OG’s that call young black men “youngin” and typically want to “school” you on life. Then we moved to the crowd of Afrocentric people. This group was a bit mixed, as far as age, but each character was the same: painted face, dancing, and appeared to be intoxicated with dancing energy, drugs, or alcohol (the cups in their hands and heavy smells of weed led me to that conclusion). This group was primarily black and in African Kente cloth clothing. They were heavily into connecting with the spirit realm and doing tribal dances. All of them wore natural hair. The next group was the advocate group. They had a purpose: raise money, there with an organization to promote helping kids in poverty, helping the homeless, etc. This group was playing double Dutch and promoting health. The next group of people were the earthy, natural hair (locks), and oil wearing group. They were all about organic smells and foods and being in tune with nature. This crowd included black AND white humans. The next crowd were the extremely, high as a kite, men who were talking about nothing, doing nothing and could barely remember that Trump was president. The next crowd (my favorite) were the LGBTQI crowd. These individuals included: lesbians, gays, transgenders, and undercover brothas. This group took over the corner near the second pavilion and were SLAYING each song and just being happy and free. Moving to the next group… the sorority and fraternity groups. These individuals proudly displayed their group with paraphernalia, chants, steps, and banners. These groups had their own BBQ going on and separate party. The next group after that were the typical Atlanteans: THE FLEXERS. These are the dudes that have quick money made from dealing, scamming, MLM’s or scamming (yes I said it twice). They had blow up couches, gold chains, branded clothes, expensive sneakers, Ciroc, Hennessy, and all those ridiculously overpriced spirits brands, to what church… FLEX! They were smoking weed and blacks and some of them had cigars (these are the flexers in debt up to Jesus himself). And the last group of people were the stragglers. These folks were just there to get drunk with their friends and family and enjoy laughing at inside jokes, other people, and talking about serious things while drunk.
This is isn’t to stereotype the black race or any other group by ANY stretch of the imagination. These are specifically my observations. In the midst of all these people at a GATHERING they were still segregated. I spent more time learning about people and their comfort ability than taking pictures. I love humans. I love how they conform to what is comfortable to them and the things that make them happy. I love seeing people connect with others that mirror their likes. I love watching people fall in love with music and new experiences. Those are moments that my camera couldn’t capture quick enough. I love people of all racial backgrounds. I love their “stereotypes” and behaviors. I love how diverse black people are. I love how black people can be hood, ratchet, intelligent, creative, Afrocentric, engaging, innovative and so proud of their skin. I have never embrace my blackness because I consider myself to be a spitting image of God. God is all colors and so am I. The black race is just so fascinating to me. I also love the Indian culture. I love how established they are and how beautiful their culture is. I love their intricate and creative minds, detailed eye for fashion (hijabs), accents, smells (yes I love the way people from foreign places smell, don’t judge me), and their music. I also love Dominicans. Oh my LORT! I love how cultured Domicans are. I’m from New York and one of my most vivid memories I have is getting my hair done at the Dominican salon. The lady that did my hair was so heavy handed but so loving at the same time. She pulled every inch of my scalp out of my head but she wiped my snotty face, rubbed my shoulders and told me being pretty hurts. Now as funny as that sounds, her care for me at that moment and warmth made me feel at peace. Plus Dominicans are beautiful people! Dominicans have the most beautiful people (next to a Saudi Arabians). Listen I just love people! I can’t explain it I just love staring at people and remembering their faces. I may not ever remember your name but I won’t ever forget your face!
Festivals in the city are always amazing! You will see so many people and so many cultures that exist in your area. I challenge you to observe the people at your next festival. Look at their different DNA make up and how different people connect with others that “look” like them. Watch how they communicate with people and how they act when they are with new people of a different culture. Take mental pictures of the experience of human interactions. It’s such a learning experience and so humbling. God took the time out to make all these people and we all look so different in a special kinda way.
Now at the next House In The Park, I’m going to take my happy tail on the dance floor and show these youngin’s how to REALLY dance to house music!