So…there’s this doll right. 1 family keeps the doll & protects the doll from year to year. During the festival, the doll is trotted out as the representation of San Juan (Saint John if you haven’t figured it out yet) & he is thanked for answering their prayers. Sounds familiar right. So the doll is dressed up for this festival & carried around through the streets of the towns where the drums are played with the accompanying songs & the dances to the saint. It’s 1 big party. & we all know how we the
Anywho….this is the doll.
Looks familiar too, right? So I guess I need to check myself on questioning this group of people’s desire to worship the symbols that in NO WAY reflect their own greatness. We clearly do that EVERYWHERE in the world. Colonization is a fluthmucka. Still, is it too much to wish that in a FREE town founded by African descendants that they would be able to connect with a sense of pride so deep that these kinds of symbols are not necessary? I kept being fed something about not seeing color & because they come in so many shades themselves that it doesn’t matter what the saint actually looks like. My question was always, “well, if it doesn’t matter, WHY can’t it look a little more like 1 of you instead of NONE OF YOU?” Me & my thinking again. I really should stop that shit.
Anyway, so I danced in the street with the people, had a good time & even felt…teched (read with a southern accent) a little as the drums & songs took over. See, no matter where in the world you go, when black folks get started payin homage it can catch you right in ya th’oat, long as you’re black & got that innate gene that lets you know you’re bein summoned for your participation, no matter what the nature of the ceremony. You ain’t got to understand it, but you WILL feel it.
Back to the story…or whatever this is. I followed the doll & danced with the people at noon & at midnight. I saw the doll carried through the streets. I saw people stand before him like Christ & make prayers or show gratitude. & for the life of me, I still don’t know what the deal is. Then we traveled to another town. The 1st town, La Sabana, was for Saint John the Baptist(e) & the 2nd town was for Saint John of the Congo. Now, according to what I was told, the only difference between 1 Saint John & the other is a penis. Go figure. Which 1 do you think has the penis? The Mandingo 1, of course. So 1 would assume this doll would be black, right? You would be WRONG!! In the 2nd town, Curiepe, there was also the meeting of the 2 saints. I don’t have the picture on my camera (because I was hooked up to an I.V. for this part of the trip) but 1 of my fellow travelers caught just how…creepy these saints got. In La Sabana the representation of Saint John the Baptist(e) was Jesusian in nature. In Curiepe they looked a little closer to Chucky minus the wicked sneer. They looked more like the patron saints of pedophilia & made me wonder if this whole country is just smokin’ that good good.
But who am I to judge?
I’m not knocking anyone’s
But nobody asked me, right?
Watch me move.