by AJ Rodriguez
Santería: A syncretic religion of West African and Caribbean origin, also known as Regla de Ocha, La Regla Lucumi, or Lukumi. Its liturgical language, a dialect of Yoruba, is also known as Lucumi.
Having had Santo (baptized into the religion) years ago when I was a child, I never practiced. I grew distant from the religion when I started to see the chismes and drama behind the whole thing. Everyone knew each other. Everyone has had some personal encounter with each other.
I do, however, take care of my santo Chango as it was taught to me. I pray every once and a while. I visit respectable misas when I can. But I don’t do echisos, amarres, or any other black magic. I don’t do card readings or caracoles, shell readings, either.
You may wonder why I am even still in it. Well, it’s simple: out of respect to my grandfather. He always thought that by now, I’d become a high priest, or a Babalao as they are called. But, I decided long ago that Santería just wasn’t for me.
I get my respect from others. People have bowed before me. They have asked me for bendiciones. I even helped crown (initiate the process) someone a few years back.
Which leads me to my point of this article. Part of the reason I’ve grown distant with it is that the Santería that I grew up in is not the Santería that’s being taught now.
There have been quite a few controversies involving this religion: from an animal cruelty lawsuit in Florida to a mother and daughter in NY, suffocating a sibling to rid of demons. All of these things were not things taught when I was practicing.
I have noticed people doing Santo, or initiating, are getting younger and younger. They have no respect for the religion. To them, it’s all about making money, learning the tricks of the trade. To them, it’s a style: the “in” thing.
The young Gay recruits see it as an opportunity to meet others like them, for a chance at a quickie at one of the meetings. Little do they know that this religion is tight knit and everyone knows everyone else’s history. Word eventually gets around.
The new Santería is more of a social gathering, where a misa takes place, food is prepared, gossip is spread and a few Santos come down to tell you what you’re doing wrong.
The new Santería has lost all of its cache. The crowd who think it’s in style to be a Santero largely ignores its historic roots.
Being a child of Yemaya, Chango or even Ochun used to be respected. Now, everyone tries to trump the other, or even question if you really are a Santero.
If I could turn back time, and had a voice, I’d definately would have said no to becoming a son of Chango. But, as my grandfather would say: it’s in the cards, AJ. You just got to embrace it.
And embraced it I have, on a limited bases.
¡Ache! para todos.
Further reading:
Being Latino’s previous blog post and an introduction to the religion.
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To learn more about AJ,
visit The AJay Rodriguez Blog.
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Disclaimer: The views and opinions expressed in this article are solely those of the author and should not be understood to be shared by Being Latino, Inc.
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