As a Haitian American and Black American with Pentecostal and Vodou roots, the snake is both as mundane as any other reptile and as spiritual as the very serpent hanging around the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Yet in holding myself accountable for the destruction of the earth and the ways Christianity has played a role in the current climate crisis, I find myself thinking things over about the Serpent from Eden and the ways it informs the inseverable connection between spirituality and the earth and her snakes.

My life started to become better as I tended my spiritual altar called a boveda. However, I felt incomplete. Thoughts of my Garifuna heritage and spirituality were always lingering but had no idea how to begin that leg of my spiritual journey. I did know, however, that I did not want to proceed in any other tradition before paying due homage to my own first.

Harmonia Rosales is asking us to change the master narratives we hold within and that we tell ourselves, even as Black people. She is asking us to look at the divinity of Black Lives, not only in Black depictions of deities, but in depictions of quotidian Black people. She is communicating to all visitors that Blackness is divine, and that Blackness is sacred. This aspect, the sacredness of Blackness, is not usually mentioned by any of the narratives we traditionally hold.

Music that hails from Latin America or is made by Latino/as is so influenced in African rhythms that to deny this should be considered illogical. From Merengue to Cumbia to Tango, all our music, and even the names of the genres, are African Based. The music that we colloquially know as Salsa is composed of many rhythms which we know hail from African and Afro-Cuban roots. Most of our music has so much Africanity in it that it’s sound can’t be any more influenced by the African Diaspora.

I once showed up in the world as a black-appearing man. Yet now, I’m simply a black man who embraces beauty in multiple variations: Kinky. Wide. Melanated. Soulful. Ebony. Brilliant. Griot. Earthy. As loud as, “I’m black and I’m proud.” As subtle as the dark matter that holds our galaxy together.

Just like my great-great grandfather, there are many stories of Latino/as of African Descent who became early converts to Pentecostalism and helped its spread throughout the Americas. These stories are not usually highlighted but are important to our understanding of Pentecostalism because they help us see it as a movement that “has been a home to the people’s cultures and to marginalized groups”[2] and one such group has been Afro-Latino/as.

The different and creative capillary styles of many Afro-Latin American women (Afro-Caribbean, African American) have allowed us to redefine our existence in the Amerikkkan continent.

Francia Marquez represents the face of a country with historical memory. Thanks to the brave presence of Marquez, Colombia can recognize and confront its history by seeing someone like her on the ballot.

¡Sazón, sabor, un aleluya!

flavor, taste, a hallelujah

A hallelujah to be Black

¡Alabanza!

We know that Afro-Latines are present, we see them in our churches, we know they attend our institutes but we often do not allow their lived experiences, their faith and their navigating of the world to inform our theological perspectives that come from a Latine perspective.

My Blackness is a truth that simply cannot be separated from my Latinidad, yet at the same time, my Latinx community refuses to fully address its existence.