Andro Bailly is a junior at TERRA Environmental Research Institute in Miami. He is studying Environmental and Field Studies, and set to graduate in 2018. His love of nature and understanding of  environmental sustainability led him to complete a Junior Naturalist internship at the Deering Estate in the summer of 2016. During this time, the large amount drift pollution on the coast of Miami troubled him. In particular, the amount of garbage on Chicken Key was of most concern. A small island off the shore of Miami, Chicken Key is utilized for nesting by sea turtles. Alarmingly, the amount of debris severely hindered the native habitat, preventing turtles from access the island.

In partnership with the Deering Estate, Andro arranged regular cleanings of Chicken Key and the surrounding area. He has coordinated days of up to 30 people, as well as individual efforts which are just what he does on a free day.

Melanie Rodriguez is a sophomore at the Florida International University honors college, who studies natural and applied sciences. She also minors in biology and psychology, as she hopes to have a career in the medical field, specifically dermatology. Her long term goal is to open her own practice in Miami, and hopes to help others feel beautiful in their own skin. She currently holds a role in the healthcare field as a certified medical assistant, and values supporting her community. Daughter of two Cuban immigrant parents, Melanie is a first generation college student who has been a Miami resident for twenty years and continues to explore the city’s great history.

Downtown Miami As Text

“A Village Becomes A City” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at Downtown Miami

Miami, to me, was the culmination of cultures, a perfect blend of people from all different stretches of life, a melting pot of heritage, lifestyles, and traditions. If you ask anyone what Miami was known for, they will all likely give you the same answer: nightlife, warm weather, and amazing beaches. Now, Miami has an entirely new definition to me, as I look at the city through a wider lens. We, as a population, tend to overlook the history of where we are, and who was here before us. The majority of Miami’s population is frankly not aware of Miami’s history, and live life in a surface-level experience of this city. As a class, we explored downtown Miami and had the privilege of being engulfed with history throughout the day. I can say that after this day, I feel like a well-rounded citizen, who is able to have conversations about the founding and first beginnings of Miami, and most importantly about the notable people who have left their imprint on our city: The Tequesta. 

Throughout the day, it was impossible to go without mentioning the Tequesta, as they were involved in so much of Miami’s history, and this just goes to show the importance that this tribe had on our city, which was once theirs. Occupying the Miami river and Biscayne bay since 500 BCE, the Tequesta was one of the first tribes in Florida, and thrived by taking advantage of the bays as well as hunting and gathering in what is today known as the everglades. Evidence of a trade network was also found in the Miami Circle, located in Brickell point and discovered in 1998. Many artifacts, such as shells, stone, and animal bones were found in this historical landmark of a Tequesta village that was sadly demolished with no remorse by Henry Flarger. On our tour, as we walked by the Miami Circle, many of us thought we were being led to a dog park. Unfortunately, this historic landmark was new to even me, a lifelong Miami resident. Walking alongside this river I could not help but wonder who was walking on this same patch of land as me, many years before colonization took place. The Miami circle is a prehistoric structure that represents those who were here before us, and is a hidden wonder in the middle of the city that, like much of the Tequesta culture, received little respect and consideration. The Tequesta vanished as a tribe due to slavery, and settlement battles when the British obtained Florida. “Collateral damage” is all I can think about when I learned about the treatment of this tribe by early settlers. Just a short walk away from Miami Circle, another historic landmark covers 500 bodies under its walls, and is being “honored” with a mural, essentially culturally appropriating native american tribes. Ever since learning what lies beneath this Whole Foods store, I must say that I am disgusted to even step foot in this establishment, and firmly believe that the history of these bodies is priceless compared to the profit being made from the building. The modern city that we know and love today has a sinister past that is quite literally, being covered by beautiful architecture and luxury.

I can only hope to honor and bring awareness to this crucial part of Miami’s history through telling its story to others. While I am embarrassed to say that I knew very little of what was a very important culture to Miami’s beginnings, I have been enabled through this walking tour to get a taste of its story. I specifically chose to write about Tequesta, among all of the other important topics we touched upon, in order to inspire others to take a deeper look at the world around them. I encourage everyone who lives, or visits Miami, to stop having a surface level view of the city and let yourself be truly engulfed by the beauty of this city’s history. 

Overtown As Text

“protect it at all costs” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at Overtown, Miami

Music and laughter filled the streets that were once called “Little Broadway” in the 1920’s. 2nd avenue was filled with Theatres and restaurants where you could find Billie Holiday or Louis Armstrong performing and staying in this area. There is deep, deep significance within this community, and it has a strong hold on our city’s history. This neighborhood is in Miami, Florida, and is known today as Overtown, although the scene will look different today than described above. All of this rich history was washed away by the tsunami of modernization. Overtown is a captivating and historic neighborhood in Miami that often gets overlooked. This area was once booming with life and filled with excitement and energy. It is unfortunately greatly undervalued by the city and is not what it once was. Not all change is good change, and this neighborhood is a victim of tactical urbanism, harming not only the landscape of the area, but also the residents of the community. I got the privilege of hearing personal accounts from Alberta Godfrey, a long time citizen of Overtown, who spoke to us about her experiences in the neighborhood. I connected Ms. Godfrey’s anecdotes about life in this neighborhood before vs. what it is now to the urban renewal of the area. 

Overtown is historically known as the heart of the black community in Miami. Bahamian immigrants and black laborers were settled in this area as of 1896, and Miami’s black community settled here due to the Jim Crow laws enforcing the separation of blacks and whites. Even after voting on the incorporation of Miami, Blacks were segregated and only allowed to live in this area, which became known as “colored town” at the time. These people were the same ones who helped develop Miami by constructing buildings and hotels, yet were assigned the least desirable neighborhood to live in. The area was filled with poverty and a growing population, but it was transformed by the black community who began opening thriving businesses. Overtown was able to prosper in many ways as the residents opened businesses that became extremely successful. Restaurants, theaters, and stores filled the streets of the newly buzzing community that attracted famous black artists who performed here, after returning from their segregated performances in other parts of Miami. The neighborhood progressed in ways which speak volumes to the beautiful art and culture that it expelled.  

“Well, the most vivid thing I remember about Overtown now is the fact that the house where I was born and lived, and my grandfather’s store was in that neighborhood, is all-and the church that I went to-were all torn down. We were victims of urban removal and in order to put in the I-95 expressway, they took those two streets.” -Doretha Nichson, interviewed by Ameenah Shakir

Displacement is a tale as old as time in the United States. By the 1960’s, Miami decided to expand Interstate 95, leading to the decline of Overtown. This interstate was expanded through the middle of Overtown, displacing over 10,000 residents. Many had to leave their homes, businesses, and lives behind. Professor Bailly shared a story about a priest who had to choose between the demolition of his home, or his church, which stood side-by-side. This story broke my heart, as no person should have to make this choice, and be treated with such little regard. There are too many stories to tell regarding this cruel and cold treatment. Through greed and selfishness, many communities have been ruined due to redlining, urbanization, and gentrification, and Overtown is just one of the many victims of this. This was an attempt to redevelop low-income areas to appeal to wealthy individuals. Concrete jungles cover what was once a thriving area, now unrecognizable as what it was before. Schools, churches, and businesses all suffered and are replaced with modern buildings, big name stores, and other construction that is meant to appeal to the public and help the “image” of the neighborhood. In reality, this ruined lives and added to the poverty epidemic in the area. This is inhumane, it is greed. Ms. Godfrey of the Greater Bethel African Methodist Church shared a frustrating account of how her church used to be filled with members from the community, all gathered together, before many of them were forced out of their homes. Now she explains how the church barely has 30 members remaining, and are attempting to promote and rebuild the community they once had. I have no doubt that the decline of this church, and many other businesses, is due to modern business tactics of the city, where many people end up suffering the consequences and forced out of their community. Many people can no longer afford to live here as more and more buildings appealing to the middle class are being constructed.One thing which completely shocked me when visiting Overtown was how little importance the city puts on preserving the historic places. Being one of the oldest neighborhoods in Miami should mean something, yet when you walk through Overtown, the preservation of history is neglected. While some landmarks, theaters, and churches may remain, I believe a greater budget should be allotted to protect this historic area. After all the harm the city has done to Overtown and those who reside here, the area should be more greatly prioritized. Today, the community is working to rebuild the area of Overtown and generate more business, but it is difficult to revitalize a neighborhood that is constantly getting torn down. I have great respect for anyone who dealt with the marginalization of this community and suffered because of it. The neighborhood of Overtown is surrounded with people full of amazing energy, and I can only wish to one day see it thrive again and be prioritized by the city, like the great historic landmark that it is. I wish to one day walk through Overtown and experience the liveliness and excitement that once was there, the jazz that filled the streets, and the community of people who held it together. 
Sources: https://storymaps.arcgis.com/stories/0d17f3d6e31e419c8fdfbbd557f0edae

Chicken Key As Text

“Nurture Our Nature” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at Chicken Key

Just one mile off the shore of the Deering estate exists an uninhabited island that is a true bayside beauty. It is so close to civilization, yet remains mostly in its natural state,except for the devastating human-induced effects of uncaring visitors, which has taken a toll on the island. Time and time again, habitats and nature are destroyed, trashed, and vandalized with no remorse or care for the organisms that depend on these natural resources to survive. “Destruction of nature is now becoming human nature,” says Dulsi Joy.

This class did not stand for the pollution of nature, and participated in a cleanup in an attempt to preserve the lovely island of Chicken Key. Plastic is extremely abundant in our lives and we are constantly being surrounded by convenient plastic packaging and objects. What is even more abundant, however, is the amount of plastic debris present in our environment, whether it is large pieces or small fragments. Packed Bags full of glass, bottle caps, and plastic debris left the island with us that day, but what will always remain is the microplastics left on the island by all this pollution, no matter how much trash was picked up. Microplastics are tiny fragments of plastic which can greatly affect soil quality, carry diseases, have a toxic effect on wildlife, and cause overall damage to an area. One of the most notable sources of microplastics is accidental release, such as landfills or humans not properly disposing of trash. Microplastic pollution is present everywhere, and these fragments are resilient, as they never biodegrade and cannot be filtered out, meaning they could remain in an area for thousands of years slowly causing harm to it. It is nearly impossible to eliminate microplastics from an area that has already been affected by pollution. Trash found on islands can be broken into even smaller pieces by water friction, wind, and sun rays, so picking it up before this happens can decrease the threat of releasing more harmful tiny fragments into the environment. Not only does this harm the land and wildlife, but these fragments are also carried into the water by wind and pushed into the sea, threatening the aquatic life and quality of water as well. Chicken Key also happens to be extremely close to mangroves, which protect water quality and nurture many species of animals. If The trash found on Chicken Key makes its way towards the mangroves and introduces contaminants, it could damage them and lead to coastal damage, a decrease in fish availability, and even increase erosion.

This is a chain effect of damage that begins in the hands of humans and how we can change our approach to the disposal of plastic. You do not have to be a science or marine biology buff to understand how plastic pollution is slowly killing the land around us. Small islands that remain in their natural state such as Chicken Key should not be reduced to a trash-filled environment that impairs its organisms from thriving, but should be protected and treated with respect. Work needs to be done to preserve these lands, but we can only begin with altering our daily habits and plastic intake. The island of Chicken Key would also benefit from microplastic testing, as species such Turtles are being found on this island and would likely not survive with the presence of small, ingestible fragments. There is currently no data on the amount of microplastics on this Island, as it has not yet been studied, but it interests me to know an exact number, especially after seeing all the trash found on Chicken Key. 

Sources: https://edis.ifas.ufl.edu/pdf%5CSS%5CSS649%5CSS649-9370052.pdf  

Vizcaya As Text

“Beyond The Beauty” By Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at Vizcaya

Vizcaya’s breathtaking natural landscape is captivating and inviting, even before entering. Each aspect of this estate is full of intriguing details that you simply cannot take your eyes off of. Vizcaya is a historic mansion located in the Coconut Grove area, which embodies the true essence of “Miami” and its extravagant, almost pretentious, nature. Each room is themed and inspired from a different influence in regional decorative and architectural style, making Vizcaya the ultimate culmination of cultures. What makes Miami, “Miami,” is the way that so many distinctive cultures come together and boil down to one large pot of population. This is exactly how I would come to describe Vizcaya, as it is full of a variety of influences that come together to form one magnificent structure. 

Residents and tourists are drawn into Vizcaya purely by the aesthetics of it, but fail to recognize the landscape in a historic context. All around the mansion, the history of the building almost jumps off the walls and towards you, as you are constantly surrounded by pieces of art that are extremely relevant in Vizcaya’s history. A Vizcaya guide explained to us that many people visit the museum to take photos and never return again, sadly never knowing the rich history which surrounds them. As a lifelong Miami resident who has visited this mansion twice, I also am guilty of coming to this landmark purely for aesthetics and never stopped to think about what was present around me, and I’m sure many visitors can relate. It is easy to be distracted and completely engulfed by the lavishness that fills every corner of the rooms, ignoring the importance of the building or even the hands who built it. 

The most prominent name associated with Vizcaya is James Deering, the original owner of the villa who was savvy and also had a sharp eye for the design, along with the artistic eye of Paul Chaflin. They worked to commission contemporary work from popular artists around the world and brought it to Vizcaya after it was built in 1916. The most amazing part of this visit was getting to learn about the origin and original purpose of many design aspects in the villa, as well as speaking about the building of the property itself, which is not discussed on the official museum tour. Many of the installations in the museum, ironically enough, served no purpose at all, besides aesthetics. Vizcaya is a house of illusions, full of beauty but covers the extensive work of black and bohemian migrant workers who built the mansion itself. Countless hours of hard work were put into perfecting every detail of the gardens, rooms, and structures of the villa, but no effort is put into giving well-deserved credit to those who sacrificed their livelihood, and brought knowledge and experience into this magnificent Miami landscape. As a visitor of Vizcaya, I would love to see more information be available on site about the building of the estate, as well as it be more incorporated into the tours, especially since Coconut Grove was historically known to be a segregated area of Miami. There is no sense in the present without context of the past, and I think it is extremely important to integrate difficult conversations about Vizcaya’s history into its current appeal. The museum should be amplifying the voices and experiences of those who helped make this historic landmark what it is today, and I believe that this will even add to the beauty of the estate. Vizcaya has evolved from the home of one businessman to a historical center for the public, and hopefully will continue to put in the work needed to capture a complete view of their history.  

Miami Beach As Text

“Art Deco As Visual Art” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at Miami Beach.

Tourism runs wild in South Florida, and Miami Beach is the tourist spot that put Miami on the map, even to this day. Formerly (and wrongfully) thought of as a “wasteland,” Miami Beach was founded in 1910 by Carl Fisher, who destroyed the forest of mangroves in order to build the area that is famously visited today. Fisher’s development led to segregation of the area, as well as irreversible ecological damage on the land that once held a wide variety of marine species. Although the history of Miami Beach was dehumanizing and damaging, it did not stop the area from flourishing, especially when it came to architecture. In the 1930’s, a style took over Miami Beach that had a great influence in architecture, fashion, and decor, and is still present there to this day. Famously known for its widespread mix of architectural influences, much of Miami Beach incorporates the famous “art deco” style which surrounds the area and gives it an original taste that is unlike any other. Art Deco provides originality to the area and makes it truly one in a million. This was single-handedly the thing that drew my attention most to Miami Beach, as the infamous style of buildings was extremely eye-catching and visually pleasing. The more I observed the buildings, the more similarities I noticed in them, and as we discussed the concepts that made art deco so original, I was drawn in by its history and perspective. It is not only the architecture that draws me in, but I think of these buildings more as visual art, and I am thrilled that they are protected and available for people to enjoy. Thanks to Barbara Baer Capitman, who made an extreme effort in protecting Art Deco in Miami, the buildings are protected from becoming wrecked, basic government condos. Originating in Paris, art deco pays homage to styles of the future and cubism, and follows influences from Mesopotamia. Geometry and symmetry also play a large role in art deco, as the style follows the “rule of three” to maintain balance. The main characteristics which set art deco apart are eyebrows, neon, and curved edges. While there are many other key devices in this style, these three are the ones I noticed the most, and the ones that set the buildings aside from any other structure. They are not brick-like and dull, but they are bright, symmetrical, curved, with extending structures that make them original, and as some might say, “funky.”  I cannot imagine Miami being filled with any other architectural style, and I will tell you why: Art deco is known to incorporate objects that hold no meaning and are used just for aesthetic purposes. It is a style that is superficial, beautiful on the outside, and provides something interesting and beautiful to look at. This is something that many structures in Miami have in common, such as the famous Vizcaya mansion that was essentially a show of wealth and luxury. Art deco belongs in Miami, and it embodies Miami and everything that it stands for. When I see art deco, I think of luxury and individuality, and it screams sleek, sophisticated elegance. I appreciate it, and I appreciate Miami Beach for having a unique landscape filled with anti-traditional styles.  

Deering Estate As Text

“Embrace your environment” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at Deering Estate

In tune with my environment, while completely out of touch with my comfort zone. Disconnected from the world, yet so reconnected with myself. Before suburbs, high rises, and white sand beaches, Miami’s authentic territory was full of mangroves, trees, and fresh water springs. These habitats are no longer abundant in Miami as they used to be, but there is one place where they are protected and still exist today: The Deering Estate nature preserve. Exploring eight different terrains on the Deering Estate nature preserve hike was an awakening experience, which I felt so privileged to be able to experience. This estate off the coast of Biscayne bay is one of the few natural environments that is completely protected and preserved in its natural state. Considered a historic site, Deering Estate aims to protect its widely thriving environments at all costs. While I thought I knew what Florida looked like, walking through the pine rock lands and mangroves felt like I had stepped into the past, and embraced what Miami’s landscape truly looked like. The biggest and most important takeaway I have from hiking through these ecosystems is that humans try too little to adapt to their environment, and try too hard to change it instead. Why are we not using our natural resources to thrive? Instead, Miami is famous for importing nature from exotic areas, such as the famous palm trees, which are not native to Florida. By doing this, we are compromising the habitats of animals that thrive off native species. Humans should learn to flourish with the environment around them rather than trying too hard to alter it. This was one of the biggest points brought up by our guide and expert, Ana, as she urged us to plant native species in our homes. This small effort can aid in bringing back species to their homelands and restore the natural flora and fauna of an environment. I am so glad that these areas are protected, and I am overjoyed that years ago, the building of the railroad was not successful, and I was able to experience and be captivated by nature in its purest form at the nature preserve. While I aspire for more people to experience the natural preserves such as I did, I do think keeping this area private is the best way to protect it, as humans have shown time and time again just how brutal and damaging they can be to nature. It is so beautiful what spaces can turn without human interference, and I wish I knew about this hidden gem sooner. I would rather be surrounded by protected natural environments than fancy high rises and modern beaches, and I would love to see more preserved terrain around Miami, as I think it would add to the beauty and diversity of the city. Miami would benefit from filling its lands with native species rather than exotic plants, and should learn to embrace the environment which once flourished here. When I think about the true Miami, I will now always think about the Deering Estate nature preserve hike, walked by many generations before me. 

Rubell Museum As Text

“For The Love Of Art” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at Rubell Museum

Contemporary Art has been criticized, mocked, slandered, and censored by the public. It is in danger, and the contant question of “is it art?” continues to resurface through conversations about contemporary works. It has been called a “fraud,” and is referred to as not real art. The censorship which surrounds art is also widespread since it values different belief systems from what historically classical art tends to communicate, ultimately violating artistic freedom. as uncomfortable as they may be, contemporary art is important, and communicates bold, controversial topics that are present in our current times. Art is used as a movement, statement, or representation, and needs to be preserved, and displayed for the public. The population as a whole tends to value the works of classical or even ancient artworks more than contemporary works, but not the Rubell family. 

The Rubell family holds a contemporary art empire, and now has one of the largest private collections, with a sea of works by both emerging and established artists. They had little to no money when they began collecting, and even then they truly understood the value of contemporary work and its effect on our world. The Rubell’s have no doubt helped preserve, fund, and create a widespread appreciation for this kind of work. They don’t care whether a work is found on the street, made from scraps of garbage, is a clay sculpture, or is not traditional art at all. They do not question if a work is art, for anything is art if it speaks to you, challenges you, or makes you think. Contemporary artists struggle to get recognized, and to get their careers set in motion, or their work appreciated without the great influence and reputation that classic art holds. Rejection and little exposure is a widespread issue among contemporary artists, but the Rubell’s help this cause by scouting out art that speaks to them, and supporting artists through purchasing their art. This one purchase can ignite an artist’s career simply for the exposure they get being in the Rubell museum. I appreciate the Rubell family for supporting artists, big or small, and for having deep rooted morals and values when it comes to purchasing art. They do not want art simply for profit or wealth, but rather to aid in the preservation and display of contemporary work. Doing so carries the historical value from this era and ensures that future generations are able to gain insight on our world. Today, this might not seem of great importance, but it will be very influential and valued in the future.

Being one of my first contemporary art museum visits, I learned to appreciate art not for what it is but for the emotions that it provokes in me. One piece that spoke to me specifically was “Family”, by Karon Davis, where a black family of three were sculpted with antlers on them. These antlers, similar to those of a deer, to me symbolized “prey, target, help.”  At first glance, this work drew my attention, and provoked a feeling of pity for this family, who looked sad in a way. This work is associated with prejudice and racism, an issue which is not captured or emphasized as much in classic works. It is important that paintings like this are widespread as they describe issues within our society. From the Rubell family, I have learned to not leave any work unappreciated, no matter how simple the work may be, it is the intention of the artists that speaks to the audience. I will never again purchase a work of art based on its reputation, or the name on the corner of the poster. I will value the work for what it is, and not who created it or when it was created.

Untitled As Text

“Conversations About Art” By Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at Untitled Art Fair

The Untitled art fair in Miami exudes vibrance, newness, freshness, and unique individuality. The galleries are full of buzz and pressure, and the stakes are high. Aesthetically pleasing in every corner, full of new visions and one of a kind works, there is nowhere else in this world where I could imagine the Untitled art fair being held. Attending the exhibit was a privilege, but also an extreme learning opportunity for me. Being new to the world of art, I just began exploring the field this semester, and walked into the exhibit wanting to absorb something more than purely aesthetics. I learned from previously attending the Rubell Museum that contemporary art, looks aside, portrays a deeper meaning that only the artist themselves can explain, or the audience can decide what it means to them. Therefore, getting to meet the artists who produced work at Untitled and having them explain their works to us was an opportunity that I will never take for granted. 

The works that speak to me greatly are the ones that say the most about our society. As I looked at art through the artist’s perspective that day, I understood how they viewed the world through their own lens. Having this perspective allowed me to view the art for what it was meant to describe, and evoked even more feeling into me. Artist and DACA recipient, Francisco Donoso, spoke to us about his work, where he reveals his experiences about belonging and boundaries. Through a series of creative works depicting fences as barriers, he transported me into his universe and inside his deepest thoughts. Although I wish this work would have been on display for us to see in person, even through photographs his message was clear and defined. I appreciate getting to speak to artists about their work, and become increasingly curious about the creative process through having these conversations. This exhibit is a platform for artists to display their views about the world through their work. No two are the same, as the artists gather from many different locations and cross their own borders to share their projects.

This is what I have noticed about art- that it has allowed me to broaden my perspectives, think more intuitively, ask myself more questions about the world around me, and become more curious. “Art lives upon discussion, upon experiment, upon curiosity, upon variety of attempt, upon the exchange of views and the comparison of standpoints,” says Henry James. These subconscious habits that I have begun to develop are important for personal growth, and important in understanding our society better. You can surely decide to purchase art for aesthetics, but I have truly understood the importance of art as I have delved into it this semester, because without even noticing I am having more conversations with others and myself than ever before about my surroundings. I saw that many artists at the untitled art fair use regular objects and display them as contemporary art, and when I left this exhibit I found myself observing some regular objects around me and questioning their meaning/diving deeper into the significance of things. Art, especially contemporary, is a reflection of our society, and the most important thing for us as people is to support the wider art ecosystem, as the Untitled Art fair does.  

Aventura As Text

“Behind the shiny buildings” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at Aventura.

Now one of the world’s largest and most luxurious shopping destinations, the neighborhood of Aventura was once called an “undeveloped swamp and marshland” by community newspapers. Much like other areas of this terrain, Aventura did not escape becoming a developer’s dream. (After all, as we’ve seen time and time again, developers in Miami leave no stone unturned when it comes to building shiny high rises and luxurious shopping pavilions). The development of Aventura began in the 80’s with a napkin sketch by Turnberry Associates, who turned Aventura into what it is today. One thing that is undeniably similar amongst all neighborhoods in Miami, including Aventura, is the widespread commercial businesses that flourish and hold great importance in the city. The industry of shopping has turned entire districts into profitable businesses. Retail businesses bloom far and wide throughout Miami, and there are many ways in which this shapes and affects an area and its people. 

Commercial developers profit immensely off places such as Aventura Mall, but the luxurious development of the area makes it almost unattainable for middle/class citizens in Miami to settle in areas like these. Visiting Aventura, I must say that the price of everything is drastically more expensive than where I am from in Kendall. I cannot imagine this being a sustainable lifestyle unless I worked an extremely high paying job. With the building of one mall comes the development of luxurious condos and houses, and the beautification of an area has now made it terribly difficult for anyone to maintain a lifestyle in this neighborhood. This is now one more area in Miami that has become ridiculously expensive to reside in, and frankly make the rich, richer. My fear is that eventually all of Miami will become a victim to this phenomenon, and the residents will soon suffer the consequences of urbanizing underdeveloped areas. Many minority populations had to move out of the neighborhood of Aventura due to the skyrocketing development. Why are there no areas designed specifically for middle class residents? I see that almost all development aims to reach a target audience of extremely wealthy citizens, and not very often do they keep in mind the unequal access that low/middle communities have to commodities such as Aventura Mall and the living facilities which surround this neighborhood. The birth of Aventura not only made low income residents flee this area, but also elevated segregation in their commercial center, where blacks were not allowed in this shopping district and were only permitted to shop in Overtown. 

Almost the largest shopping mall to be built, nothing is quite comparable to the size and volume of Aventura Mall. Clearly this mall is the center of the neighborhood, and is of great, great importance. I am positive that it has helped the economy of Miami in more ways than one. To developers: I urge you to please consider the importance of equal access to commercial centers, and to please think about white flight before you think about what goes in your pockets.  

sources: https://www.miaminewtimes.com,https://communitynewspapers.com

My Miami Final Reflection As Text

“The real Miami: A sunny place for shady people” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU

“Tu no sabes donde estas parada,” my mother annoyingly exclaimed as we passed the freedom tower. “You don’t know where you’re standing.” Even my mom who immigrated from Cuba recognizes the value of historical literacy on human experience, something that I was lacking before this semester. I am ashamed to say that prior to this class, I was nothing more than an onlooker letting life pass me by, not truly embracing the history of the city which I reside in, but this class has pushed me to see what the “real” Miami is. Through the exploration of art, culture, and history, my perception of Miami has changed drastically. Never did I expect to uncover so much new information about a city that I have lived in for twenty years. From hearing people’s stories of the old Miami, such as Miss Godfrey, to exploring the natural landscape, this semester has truly allowed me to look at this city through a clearer lens.

There are two main points I’ve reflected upon when discussing the truth behind this city, which might be different for everyone based on their individual experiences.

 1) Miami today is synonymous with many things: beautiful beaches, booming nightlife, real estate, and the constant sunny state. When defining what the real Miami is, people too often revert to this response, but I learned that there is so much more behind this aesthetic facade which we put up. What I now view this city as challenges the relatively common answers received, for I now see Miami as more than a spring break destination. The real Miami is in Overtown, it is in Calle Ocho, it is in Hialeah, it is in places where the ambiance and true culture of Miami flourish, where the people run on cafecito and 90% of the population are immigrants or children of immigrants. The real Miami are these hidden gems which have escaped the superficial culture which surrounds this town. 

2) Getting deep into the communities and exploring churches and social groups, I have realized that perhaps to find the real Miami, we must not only look in the present but also in the past. After digging deeper into the history of the development of Miami and its obscured racist tendencies, I notice just how far Miami will go to paint a beautiful picture. One theme that has been relevant and reappearing throughout almost every place we visited, (Vizcaya, downtown Miami, Overtown, Deering Estate) is that we put little effort in honoring the minority groups who greatly helped develop Miami despite horrible working conditions, segregation, and being displaced. Many historical structures are of great importance and significance to Miami, and we can always find a large amount of information about the beautiful history of these places on the property, but very little about the african/bohemian people who oftentimes risked their lives and livelihood to work for developers. I would love to see this realistic standpoint of the history of Miami be embraced more often by these large institutions, as it is frustrating for a visitor to grasp an understanding of the real Miami with only half the story. 

As a final thought, the most uncomfortable situations during this semester were the ones that have impacted my perception of Miami the most. Hiking through Deering Estate’s preserve was eye-opening to me because I realized that I truly had no idea what Miami’s real landscape looked like. Before this semester I also never visited Overtown because it is an underrated part of town, but going there myself was also impactful in that I discovered its beautiful history and value. Because of this class, I will now always return to Jackson’s soul food, encourage everyone to purchase native plants, spread knowledge about the Tequesta people, speak about the bohemians who helped build our beautiful city, and remind everyone of the importance of diving behind the superficial aesthetic and charm of Miami.It is only then that I am truly in tune with myself and my environment, and having the full “Miami” experience. 

Everglades As Text

“Florida in all its greatness” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at the Everglades

The Florida Everglades is a breath of fresh air, away from the crowds and unarguably one of the most underrated spots in Miami. The majority of travelers write off the Everglades from their “must-see” list, which is a big rookie tourist mistake. While knowing how to navigate and scope out the Everglades is daunting, many resources are present, such as guides and maps, to help you along this wilderness adventure. This historical site demands and deserves your attention, but one thing that resonated with me while on this visit are the misconceptions that surround the Everglades, ones that I am guilty of believing and wish to unveil today.

 I was born and raised 20 minutes away from the Everglades, but why had I never paid a visit to this world-famous park? Like many others will respond, because I was afraid. Afraid of man-eating giant gators, aggressive insect beasts, slithering snakes, and dark and empty roads. When I put it this way, it sounds like a horror movie, but truly this could not be farther from the truth. Never in a million years did I expect to go so far out of my comfort zone and walk through the waist deep water of the slough-slog, but I am grateful for these uncomfortable situations that led me to the magical landscape that is the Everglades. Straight out of “Avatar,” this otherworldly environment was established in 1947 and aims to protect the landscape in this park like no other, while preserving its many species and numerous habitats. One of the best trails to explore is the Anhinga trail, where you can spot some friendly giants (not at all scary or man-eating). Being this close to Florida’s native species makes me proud that these areas are still preserved for them to thrive. This extensive marshland was formed 17,000 years ago, when the Pleistocene sea level rise created runoff from Lake Okeechobee. If the Everglades seems unimportant to you, just know that it creates drinkable water for over 7 million Florida residents, which is one of the reasons why this ecosystem needs to be protected. While many people did not realize the value of the Everglades, there is one person in Florida history who advocated for the preservation of this national park, and that is Marjorie Stoneman Douglas. She famously published “Everglades, river of grass” in 1947 which spoke volumes to the importance of safeguarding this area. Today, the Everglades has received immense recognition as a world heritage site, deservingly so as it is the United States’ largest subtropical wilderness. 

Having an open mind while visiting this wetland can make all the difference in your experience. I truly believe that everyone should take advantage of this remarkable experience to feel elevated in the natural landscape of the Everglades. The typical stereotype is not at all what I experienced, and my hope is that I inspire at least one person to set their fears aside as I continue to spread positive information about my experience in visiting the Everglades.         

Miami Encounter As Text 

“My Miami, Through My Eyes” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU in Miami

Being born in Miami does not speak to my expertise of the city. While I wish I could say I knew it all, I was truly baffled at the amount of information I did not know while being in this class. Places that I have been to a million times in my life, such as Vizcaya, Overtown, downtown Miami, or Coconut Grove, I realized that I didn’t know the stories behind these places or understand the historical importance of them. So when taking this class, my goal was always to look at these places with a fresh set of eyes. When we arrive at a location, even if I have been there before, I expect to receive an entirely new perspective and context of the area. Time and time again, this class has proven to me that Miami is much more than appears to the naked eye, and much more than an aesthetic, luxurious, sunny paradise, which is all that Miami might seem to others. I have been to Vizcaya multiple times, but did not know about the bohemian hands who built it. I had no idea when walking through downtown Miami that the park in between two buildings was an ancient Tequesta monument. When visiting Overtown before this class, I had an idea of the history, but when delving deep into our discussion I soon discovered an entirely new side to black history in Miami. In coconut grove I always visited miracle mile, boutiques and nice restaurants, but had no idea about the Barnacle, or the long standing homes that are still there. The place I was most eager to visit this semester was the Everglades. I was highly anticipating this visit ever since the first class when it was mentioned, I was intrigued by the Everglades but at the same time fearful of the unknown. Each day I come in eager to discover something new about a city that I have inhabited for so many years, and now after one semester I am beginning to feel like a cultured expert in my own city. This is vital for me because I would never want to look ignorant or clueless when speaking about Miami, and now I recognize how important it is to be able to know the history of where you live, not only to hold up a conversation but also to fully appreciate the environment which surrounds you. I was born in Miami, yes, but I did not know it as well as I thought. I knew very little about the culture of Miami, and the last time I remember touching upon the subject was in early high school. Even then, I was not taught about half of the landmarks that I’ve seen in only one full semester of “Miami In Miami.” Preliminary schools in Miami truly need to do a better job at teaching the rich history of Miami, and without washing it out of its impurities. I wanted to learn the bad, the good, and the ugly, and because of this, I was eager to learn more and decided I needed to enroll in this class. I know that this is one of the best decisions I have ever made. Constantly getting put in uncomfortable positions that are out of my comfort zone has made me discover so much about not only my environment but about myself as a person. I have discovered a passion for nature, for adventure, and I am not scared to explore unknown territory, and for that I am grateful for this class and excited about what this second semester has to bring. 

Coconut grove as text

“The ‘Little Bahamas’ of Miami” by Melanie Rodriguez of FIU at Coconut Grove

The culture and vibrancy are abundant in Coconut Grove, and this has much to do with the influence of early black settlers in Miami. Before the Grove was filled with shops, lush landscaping, and modern restaurants, this was a place for free spirits and is a true gem in Miami. My visits to Coconut Grove are quite frequent, but I failed to indulge myself in the history of the area until my most recent visit, where I learned about the true importance of The Grove. As a Miami resident I have to say that this is the first time that I’ve explored Coconut Grove beyond its aesthetic appeal. Many people do not know that in building Coral Gables and Miami, there is deep Bahamian involvement. Just a few blocks away from the populated streets which I frequent stand homes built by Ebenezer Woodbury Franklin Stirrup, unarguably one of the most selfless people of his time. Stirrup, who was an African-Bahamian immigrant, was an instrumental part in the development of Coconut Grove, building and renting out homes for African Americans and presenting them the opportunity to own land in a time where this was extremely difficult to do. The Grove is filled with vibrant colors and structures that reflect the influence of the bahamian settlers during this early time. I enjoyed the diversity of these buildings, and seeing something that looked original and different from the rest of the architecture that fills Miami. Modern white homes are far and frequent in any area, but what I truly love to see is culture, history, and especially the stories behind how and why these structures were developed. Sadly, I saw that more and more homes are not being preserved, and are now collateral damage to people who tear them down and build modern structures. 

To me, these structures should be treated like museums and memories of a time that should never be erased. Under no circumstance should they be destroyed, especially to build modern homes and structures, as this is slowly declining the amount of black history present in Miami. The importance of these homes is being completely disregarded, and I urge Coconut Grove to protect these structures, just as Miami beach is protected. The Grove is not The Grove without this rich history, and it is being reshaped to be a regular urban neighborhood, something that it has never been and should never be. The theme of washing away history in Miami is prominent, but seeing the washing away of an entire cultural inhibition before my eyes has awoken me to the seriousness of this situation, as I hope it has to others around me. This area is filled with remembrances of the past, such as the Bahamian cemetery, and was clearly an area important to this minority group, who I’m sure have been forced to move due to skyrocketing prices and urbanization. I enjoyed touring the neighborhood of Coconut Grove as well as the homes that Stirrup so graciously developed, and I can only hope that the city of Miami comes to their senses and protects these important structures for future generations to learn about and visit, before it is too late and they are all torn down.  Recently, I’ve explored more about this topic and found out that Miami is considering turning Coconut Grove into a “Little Bahamas,” which I believe is a step in the right direction when it comes to preserving culture and community. I do hope that this goes through and solves the issue of gentrification in the community.

As in the words of Marcus Aurelius Roman Emperor and stoic Philosopher “A man(person) is a measure of all things”. I am Rafael Vasquez, a current student at FIU, an educator working as a substitute teacher, and most importantly a human seeking to further understand and help make the world a better place. As a student FIU, my aim is to be a therapist and educator, which I believe are one of the same. In one field you’re teaching and helping others with personal challenges, and in education your sharing knowledge and planting seeds for the leaders of tomorrow.

My aim in this site is to share with you my insights, experience, and reflections on key points throughout the city of Miami. Covering areas such as history, social issues, philosophy, and culture. I hope to guide you through my experience in exploring the history and story of Miami. As a native to south Florida I was born a raised in Miami as the son of two hard working immigrant parents. As well as being raised by my cuban grandfather, who although not blood related was an important leadership and paternal figure growing up. I am privilege to say that although I’m neither fully Colombian or Cuban, the two cultures are woven into my person as an inseparable part of who I am. Giving me two different lenses when understanding the world around me.

I believe the world is looked through the lens of your life experiences, faith, and thoughts. That being said as objective as I like to be, my life experiences and beliefs will be reflected in these papers. As I shine light on current issues, and look back on history certain judgements and critiques will be made. However the essence of this is not to convince you to think like me, but to open a conversation and give you something to reflect and ponder upon.

Historic Miami as Text

Whom we Remember

History is a series of past events connected to the present day. Molding and shaping a societies beliefs, values, and identity. Although Miami’s history has a unique story with many layers, I want to magnify attention on the history and current legacy of the Seminole wars. Along with its direct relation to the foundation of the bustling port city we call Miami.

The Seminole wars consisted of 3 separate wars spanning from 1816 to 1858, in which that main goal was for the U.S. government to take the state of Florida and as direct by product dislodge the native people. History is often riddled with solemn examples of the “dominant” culture taking advantage and conquering the indigenous populations. In this regard the US was not unique or different to its European counterparts. However, the way in which they conducted the war including the genocide and the annihilation of an existing culture cannot be ignored when looking at the foundations of the US and the state of Florida. 

A key event that happen during the 2^nd Seminole war, was the killing of Major Francis Dade in the form of a coordinated ambush by Seminole and African American forces. Before I proceed, it’s important to note that at this point in history the US had purchased Florida from Spain during the 1^st Seminole war, and brought slavery and genocide along with them. Beforehand the Seminoles and African populations were on good terms with the Spaniards and were treated with a mutual respect. The Spanish set up missions, with the goal to convert the natives to catholicism and have peaceful relationships. It’s also important to note that by this time slavery was outlawed in Spain, so African Americans slaves would often go down to Florida to seek shelter in Spanish territory. However with Spain selling the land to the US, both Seminoles and African Americans faced a hostile invader in their once peaceful existance. So they banded together in their efforts of maintaining their freedom and way of life.  

The ambush consisted of the Seminole and African forces trying to stop the US advance into their native soil. Major Francis Dade was assigned to forcefully relocate the natives west, leading two armies into their land. Major Dade was killed within the first moments of the battle proceeded by the complete victory of the Seminole and African warriors leaving only 3 US soldiers alive of the original 110. This marked the first battle of the 2nd seminole war, and although the natives won this battle history would see them massacred and reduced to small pockets of survivors in the years that folowed.

The event I just described is currently remembered as the Dade Massacre. A massacre is an indiscriminate and brutal slaughter of people, which in many regards yes, this event was. However, the Seminole wars were a complete and total massacre of a native people by the US government. History, is written by the victors and objectivity and truth is as a byproduct distorted in the process. Currently, the state of Florida chooses to honor the life of Major Francis dade through naming Miami Dade County after him, as well as having a grand bronze plaque in front of the downtown courthouse. Making him a martyr in what seems to be a romantic narrative of the sacrifices made to establish the state of Florida.

The horrors of a past genocide, are not only remembered but put up on display and celebrated as a part of our culture. What true remorse is shown to the current Seminole people and African Americans in our state and country, when our very courthouse plaque, contains racial slurs that feed into stereotypes. As a country that prides itself in life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness I feel that we often forget whom exactly this applies too. When the very institutions of law and order celebrate the time in history where we supported slavery and killed the native population. I asked myself what type of message does this send the minorities walking through the grand doors of the courthouse.

As a first generation American, my roots are Colombian and Im from a hispanic culture which is prevalent in our community here in Miami but a minority non the less. What does this message send to us as well. I pondered on the words of Martin Luther King “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere”, the degrading language, our dark and lamentable history of slavery, segregation, and genocide how can I not feel the pain that African Americans and Seminole people feel today when reflecting on the past. A past that is directly tied to laws and policies today. A past that still grips the very foundations of out cities names and landscape. How can we ever fully let go, how can the past ever be remedied if such prevalent reminders are still in effect in the most public and important building of our city.

This I believe is a disrespect, by the same standards countries and states would celebrate the actions of past dictators and their genocides. Reopening the scar of racism, oppression, and tyranny. In fact, many modern states do the very thing, such as china, Russia, and North Korea which many western states openly condemn. 

I pose the question are we not any different than the Chinese government who cover up and whitewash the history of Tiananmen square, Russia masking their invasion of Ukraine as a liberation, or even the Nazi regime that labeled they were making the master race. By these standards putting up a statue of a KKK leader would be acceptable, so long as he played a role in establishing a part of the country. It’s my belief than when such fundamental truths are covered up or whitewashed in a society, we not only ignore the mistakes of the past but are bound to repeat them. 

My belief is not that we forget history, nor that we try to change what happened. But to openly acknowledge our mistakes and short comings of the past. This event occurred 187 years ago, and in fact the United States government loss a great amount of soldiers that day. However the context in which it occurred was a moment in history where the US government was in the wrong and the aggressor. So why should we choose to celebrate and bring into the current day leaders and figures that didn’t help create a better world but are in fact part of our countries shameful past. To the very least naming counties and having bronze plaques on courthouses to celebrate and remember their lives are not part of the solution if we are to move forward together.

Faith and Freedom

In talking about the church, I believe we must first define what it means. Now this is a tricky task because a Church goes beyond a physical building, it’s very much the product of the people within it. Throughout history churches and religion has been often a subject that stirs mixed feelings of faith and apathy, truth and lies, acceptance and judgement, as well as charity and theft. I answer this in that as humans we have manipulated faith to be used for power and control using hypocrisy. Taking something that in essence is meant for good and turning it against the very people it’s meant to help. 

Depending on your experience growing up, within your family, and your personal beliefs there is an emotion that comes to your very soul upon hearing the word. However, my goal today is not to convince you about Christianity, whether there is or isn’t a God, or if you should attend a religious institution. The goal is to talk about the essence of the church and its role within a community. In the truest sense why should there be a church within a community to begin with. Our connection will then be with historic over town and the church’s role in an African American community.

Such a place I believe reflected the truest mission and purpose of a church is in current day historic over town. Referred to as little Broadway, in the 1930s it was the center for performances by renowned artists such as Billie Holiday, Louis Armstrong, and Ella Fitzgerald. All along the avenue world renowned artists, would perform after shows. Breaking the chains of formality and mannerisms little Broadway was a haven where their raw artistic expression was unchained. Unbothered by segregation laws that governed the theaters they performed in, they found a place that welcomed them and gave them hospitality

A soft golden glow lined the streets, as the grand arch of the lyric theater saw lines of eager people black and white waiting to get a spot inside. The trumpet opens with a deep strong sound, a voice of strength expressing the sentiment of a community. The band plays on, getting looser and looser the expectation, the judgement melting away. As the base keeps anchor, the drums remind you of the chains that were beginning to break, break away judgement and oppression.  Observers would tell you that it was like going to mass, the community heard the message and danced to the rhythm. Looser now the there is no form or style that can be labeled upon it, lyrics are mismatched, styles are fused, it soulful, its Jazz.

Little Broadway soon became a place for businesses and black entrepreneurs to venture into. The streets rumbled with bustle, children going to schools, venues preparing for the night wave, and diners filled for the lunch break. In the center of this community was Mr. Dorsey, having made millions in real estate, he rented out properties in the community of over town and managed the first black owned hotel, with his tall white house overlooking the property. Mr Dorsey along with the over town community helped donate the money and time to build the greater bethel church. 

In the middle of the success and bustle, the greater bethel church was the base keeping the community together. Young and old, poor and wealthy all lined up inside on Sunday mornings. As the radiant glow of candy red and sky-blue panes filtered in the light, the choir the very foundations of the room. All together the preacher and members clapped their hands and moved to the rhythm, the piano played on as Reverend Franklin Ball went up to the pulpit and to address the community. The church was a place for both spiritual messages as well as social ones, addressing the current issues of the day, teaching the community to have faith to get through the hardship and oppression that was faced daily.

The church is a release valve, the true expression and needs of the community. The racism, oppression, and tyranny faced by African American’s was insurmountable, however they were neither flagged nor failed and Christianity giving them the strength to keep going. In the face of the harsh reality just like Moses escaping the pharaohs grip and leading towards the promise land. The role of the reverend is the same, to lead the people through the desert, with the gospel and community by his side. The church naturally became a center for the civil rights movement, becoming a place to rally and organize events, and fight back. Leaders of the movement such as Malcom X, and Reverend Martin Luther King were invited across these churches to deliver messages of hope and organize sit ins, protests, and walks. Not all speakers invited to the churches were “Christian”, such as Malcom X who was a Muslim and many others who were atheist or identifies with different faiths would often speak. 

The aim was not religion, but transformation. All religious differences seemed to have melted away, and the African American people worked collectively to reach their aim. On February 12^th, 1958, at the greater bethel church Rev Martin Luther King delivered a speech beginning his campaign in the south. Speaking for the SCLC campaign, he advocated for voter rights and registration. He addressed the community on the hardships that African American’s have faced in obtaining the right to vote, and the how now is the time to keep pushing and head to the poles. This campaign was a concentrated effort to double the number of black voters in the south, given the fear and suppression faced many African Americans who were fearful to go out to vote. 

Over town was a pivotal city, where the marginalized African American community was able to not only thrive but organize civil rights movements. The fact that Martin Luther King, and many famous artists passed by the town, shows testament to its prosperity and growth from its humble beginnings. However, in the 1960s, the community would be faced with a direct attack, that has shaken the very foundations of the city till this day. As America strives for “progress”, a country wide objective was made to connect the country via a highway system. Miami Being the major city, was no exception to this change. However, the city that was chosen to construct the highway over was none other than over town. 

The once prosperous and close-knit community was displaced, and forcefully evicted. Thousands of people watched immobilized as their homes were torn down, replaced with grey concrete. The colorful houses, were now concrete graves of a time that once was. Right next to the entrance of the highway was mount Zion Baptist church facing the bulldozer, as the developers gave the pastor the option of having his house that was right next to church destroyed or the church itself. And although Mt Zion is currently still standing tall, a vast majority of its members were relocated and hour away to Liberty City. As earlier mentioned, what is a church but if not, the people that make it up? I ask myself as I ponder upon this history, why, why is it that they had to choose over town and specifically where a church was to build the highway. 

As I stood there surveying the scene, I listened to my professor explain these events, however I was transported back in time. I felt the pain of the people of over town, the struggle of all the African Americans who have been here. The streets where children would ride their bikes, colorful homes lining the streets, Mr. Dorsey house that was 2 blocks away from the church, now overlooking a giant monster of noise and concrete. My chest burned and my eyes redden as I watched this, I couldn’t help but think of the pastor giving up his home so that the church could stay. Is that not true love and charity, giving up your home for the community and people you love. 

For what is faith but the belief in the uncertain, the strength to keep going, pushing on no matter how hard the road may be. In seeing the churches of over town, I saw such faith. The greater bethel church in the recent year has also faced new challenges, such as the gentrification of over town. Where schools and houses used to stand a mighty apartment complex was built, in front of the 3-story church. As well as threats form the city to tear down the historic structure under the pretense that its unsafe. However, I believe in the people of over town, people such as Wendell who guided us through the church. His pants covered in paint and sweating from working to renovate the building that has helped so many, he took time out of his day to share their story. A community funded church from its origins to current day, supported by their members and their contributions. I believe that the goliath of development and gentrification will not see these people and church displaced, as I hope it will stand as a testament of all that has been endured and the strength of the community that is over town. 

The Chicken Key Collective

Approaching the Deering estate, the large iron and dark wood gate greets you wide open as you walk down a slightly curved path unto the gleaming shores. As the early morning rays peak through the canopy of greenery, you hear the native birds singing as you walk down the reserve covered in magnificently large trees. Inviting me into the estate, the grand trees led me to the small built-in harbor, contrasted with the view of the pale blue morning sky and yellow tinted clouds, reflected upon the calm morning coast.

            As our class met, we walked along to a small cozy storage house, that housed our life jackets, paddles, and changing facilities. As we lay our materials upon the wooden tables, we joined a second group meeting us for the day. I remember asking my new found classmates for some SPF, as we all shared and helped each other get ready. Having gotten our supplies, we all met by the harbor where our professor greeted us and briefed us for the day. “Today’s aim is a coastal cleanup, to help out the native Sea life species in the area”, we were shown pictures of the native sea turtle population that’s nesting on the island. Unfortunately, due to pollution and poaching the once abundant species that lined the coast are facing an uncertain future. 

            With this new information of the sea turtle nest the already enthusiastic group, found new strength and focus in our collective mission. Usually, we meet with a group of about 15, however since there was a hurricane (IAN) that passed by the week before, our two classes merged for the cleanup. And the timing was perfect since the coast needed help, after the storm. The group of about 30 of us proceeded to mount the canoes and kayaks, as we helped each other lower them into the water. Me and my friend Andrew got a deep forest green canoe, remining me of the canopy of trees that cover the Deering estate.   

            The green canoe, a noble, honest, and sturdy sea vessel for close proximity transport to and fro the estate to the island of chicken key. The canoe we rode upon was an enjoyable experience, light in weight, ample in size, and easily maneuverable I quickly got the hang of it.  With the help of my friend Andrew, he steered as I paddled it along. You see my friend Andrew had forgotten his glasses and although he could not greatly see, he was essential in guiding us in the right direction. It was a carefully coordinated dance, Row left, both paddles (right) starboard side. Row, row, row, okay good we’ve straightened out, and I go back to paddling port side. We both must coordinate and row parallel to each other to keep her steady. Jointly we pushed through, correcting her direction as we went along the mangrove canopies and towards the island. It was a joint effort the green canoe, one can not go forward without the help of the person by your side. The canoe does not know lies, laziness, or selfishness it’s a sturdy and honest vessel quickly showing you the character of person.

            Upon out arrival, the green mangrove island looked impenetrable, thick deep roots surrounded the island like a medieval iron fortress. The brown pelican which I will call the islands scout, cruised along the island sides eyeing all who passed by. Checking for prey and visitors it seemed like we were on his good side, as he calmly granted us passage to the narrow shore. Promptly after, he plunged into the water, taking a good chunk out. Imagine, after always being in a concrete jungle that’s the city of Miami, ruled by steaming pavement, speeding cars, inside spaces, with the bustle a city brings. This small estate, just 25 min away from the madness, humbles you with its tranquil nature. The sounds of speeding cars are replaced with crashing waves, the steaming asphalt is cut with fields of green, cold ac replaced with light ocean air, with the ruling inhabitants being the native plants and animals that have been around long before we had arrived.

            Is it really progress? From the natives that lived one with nature, caring for the land, as it cared for them. The Tequesta, Seminoles whom shared a bond with Mr. pelican and the Biscayne shores. To be replaced with colonization, cold hard asphalt, complex buildings, and suburbs. Where the once was jungle and serenity, high-rises rule the native land. Cyclical, even the progress that has been made is being taken back by mother nature. All that rises falls and all that is forgotten finds a way back. Heading towards the island I reflected that we are now working to restore that natural equilibrium that once existed. Learning from the failures and triumphs of the past, can we now strive for a change in the next generation.  For its not alone in my efforts or that of my group and teacher, but in the collective organism that built Miami, and those who follow after.

Vizcaya

A Mediterranean paradise, the Vizcaya estate is an open-air mansion overlooking the Miami coastline. The gleaming sun contrasted with cool ocean breeze greets you, as a giant sculpted boat rises from the sandy shore. Carefully Hand crafted by Italian artisans, the boat stands as a tiny island protecting the bay. With Four giant obelisks from prominent military victories standing at each corner, an amphitheater, marble statues, and two gardens at each end of the vessel, its splendor is unsinkable even 100 years after construction. The vessel’s immortality stands in its mix function and beauty. I was transported to the time of the hanging gardens of Babylon when I stood looking at it design. A small tropical paradise no more than 20 feet from the main shore. A perfect balance of function and beauty.

 To better illustrate let me define what the role of a breakwater, which is a permanent structure constructed on a body of water to protect a coast or harbor from the force of waves. Usually, breakwaters are quite simple constructions like giant rocks. Most often overlooked when thinking of beauty or splendor, serving a concrete role to protect a harbor. However, leaving no stone unturned the estates designers kept in mind both function and beauty. The seemingly simple task it preforms, comes with the details and accommodations that sets this estate apart. The devil truly is in the details, and Mr. Deering’s along with Paul Chaffins designs their creative vision shows in these little subtleties.

 On the second floor of the estate Mr. Deering stands, overlooking the horizon. This tropical paradise, recharges him, from the cold concrete jungle that’s Chicago in the Winter. This summer retirement home houses every comfort that you can imagine. You see as Mr. James Deering comes from a family that made their wealth in agriculture. His father a generation before owned huge tracks of land used for harvesting and with the industrial revolution just beginning the family chose to take a gamble on a machine that can harvest crops in a fraction of the time. Now known as the tractor and reaping machines, these machines were revolutionary through allowing farmers to harvest an acre of land within an hour. A task that previously took many hours and laborers was now done within a fraction of time.

Their investment flourished, and as eastern Europe and the United States markets looked to modernize and increase yields orders began flooding in. James after two years of schooling joined the company along with his brother Charles. Being born in Southern Paris and loving to travel he acted as the company’s ambassador in France. Promoting the revolutionary new technology to the major companies and government agencies, the company soon gained traction and fundamentally impacted Europe’s agricultural landscape. To the extent that in 1906 France awarded him the Legion D’honneur being one of the highest merits a French government can give. Working as vice president of the Deering Harvester Company he overlooked 3 manufacturing plants in Illinois until 1909, when J.P Morgan who purchased the company phased him out of the daily affairs. (Citation Needed)

As Mr. James Deering’s guests arrive in their private yachts, their crew anchors to a lovely deep gold and blue swirled post, gleaming against the twinkling shores. Extraordinary isn’t it remarks Mr. Deering as, his guests eyes move upward. With a cool glass of bubbling champagne in his left and a short Cuban cigar on the latter, the glowing cigar is followed by the puff of white smoke. He waves at the Flagler family coming in as his servants lined with trays of gin, whiskey, and Champagne accommodate the incoming family.

It’s easy to imagine scenarios in which Mr. Deering hosted guest at his estate, from the upper levels of European and American society. The neoclassical and Rocco rooms, transport you from the seacoast, or think forested area around the estate to a European palace. My favorite which was the observatory, invites you in with tall marble Corinthian columns to a warm and cozy room. Hanging tapestries, give the room a cozy feeling with deep burgundy and deep blue hues. To your left a large bronze telescope peeps onto the coast, looking to the sea and sky limitless possibilities and an infinite horizon. You hear the music play as the pipe organ deeply resonates in the room, the tapestries acting as a specially built sound room. One might find themselves within canterbury or Westminster cathedral, as the sound comes with the sight of the virgin Mary depiction right on top of the player which make up the doors to the organ.

I find it fascinating that with so much wealth, it often not the big house, plot of land, or money that distinguishes a place. But the creative vision behind how it’s all interconnected and arranged. All though out the estate rooms like the observatory transport you to a different dimension in time. Distinctly different from each other, spanning different generations and artist periods from Roman to Rocco, neoclassical era, to the industrial revolution. It seamlessly blends in the timeless with the modern, old with new, keeping everything, it desires, being constrained only by time and age. Immortal as one’s imagination the human expression to be tell the story of who we are and what we love.

A longing, sadness, recovery behind the glitz and glamour of Vizcaya there was a man. A man who I did not meet, but that nevertheless shared his story with me. In walking Vizcaya, I saw comfort, beauty, recovery, and peace in the interconnectedness of it all. But the was also a façade to it all fake book shelfs, unused instruments, the latest and best money can buy. Is it but a search to find an inner truth? The overindulgence, fame, wealth just the theater of a searching man. Think, walk around, and ask is it happiness, sadness, or loss?

South Beach

Hotel Avenue Photo By Rafael (Vasquez Industries) Film Nikon EM

Among the calm shores and vibrant art deco building lies the story of Miami past. When walking through the streets the physical remnants of history remain, in a city know that tears out the old and puts in the new 5^th street through 23^rd street remain frozen in time. However, it integrated the old with new what once were affordable housing for the poor, now serve as ocean view restaurants and hotels that feeds Miami’s tourism industry.

            Being the Famous filming location of Scarface, housing the home of Versace, and having a diverse community there’s something for everyone at south beach. However, none of this would be possible today without the work of Barbara Baer Capitman, that led faced the contractors who wanted to tear down this now famous historic district. In a time, where south beach was a humble and neglected neighborhood she saw value, where others saw faded glory days. Bringing to question are things meant to be replaced because their old, or because through neglect and perception we let them become so.

            I believe that certain styles, art, and buildings are reflective of the timeless style that each decade produces. However, it’s our responsibility as a society to preserve and value this within our community. However easier said than done I admire that Ms. Capitan and the Miami Design Preservation league she formed sought to fight for these ideals. However more than just ideals, it was the long-term thinking of the value of these buildings that ultimately paid off. On. Recent trip to Madrid, they are little to no new buildings within the city, however the older one are retrofitted to house modern facilities. It’s the integration of old and new, rather than the replacement that makes Madrid a worldwide attraction besides from the food and culture which is all intertwined.

            A further example, being grand central station in New York city, that developers wanted to tear down now an icon of the city that still serves as a main transportation hub. The function almost a hundred years later is the same, however it’s also been integrated with all the modern amenities. On an interesting side note also saved by a strong woman first Lady Jacqueline Kennedy. When I walk the grand lobby, I can see the magnitude Cornelius Vanderbilt wealth and impact on our nation’s railways. Something that as much as I’ve read and learned about him, I could no scale or interact with on the level of seeing the building in person. My point is that old and new can coexist, however it ultimately a choice that comes down to the society we live and what we chose to value.

The Breakwater Shot By Rafael (Vasquez Industries) Film Nikon EM

            As I today admire the design of art deco and the aesthetic beauty of their rounded edges, eyebrows, relief sculptures, freezes, and rule of perfect threes. I can understand that during this period in our collective human history we had recently discovered ancient Egyptian pyramids, and this influenced the 2-dimensional relief sculptures, and ornamentation. Learning that art isn’t just within a canvas and gallery, but architectural, automotive, home décor, and in fashion. It’s all interconnected and to properly understand a decade you must look at the combination of these factors. The main draw today besides the sandy shores and beautiful shores, is in the history that these preserve buildings evoke as you walk through the area. In which I thank and admire the hard work of Barbara and the Miami design preservation league.

Deering Estate

Where nature and preservation have a home and historical past. The Deering estate preserves its historical mansion and residences, while being home to the endangered pine rock land. As a student through middle school, I was taught about the importance of the pine rock land in the south Florida ecosystem and the constant fight to preserve the less than 5% currently left. However, it was an eye-opening experience in smelling the pine and seeing the rich black and vibrant orange of the Atala butterfly.

            I saw that within the land, there is a great biodiversity and battle between the pine and vegetation. Every few years a prescribed burn is conducted where the fire department carefully burns parts of the land, helping to let light in and to clear the ground floor of invasive species. I find it interesting how fire that can be seen as a source of destruction is also the source of regeneration and growth. However, these burns aren’t subjugated to the regulation and laws of man, and naturally burns occur through lighting strikes. However, given the need to ensure the survival of the pine rock ecosystem if a proper fire hasn’t occurred, we must intervene.

            Much of the original land was loss given its height and solid rock foundation, making it ideal for developers to construct communities. However, by giving birth to neighborhoods and residence, we condemned and sentenced to death the native people, along with the natural species of plants and animals that had lived in the south Florida community for thousands of years. Progress they call it, as our environment and ecosystems were ripped apart, replaced with cardboard boxes called homes and asphalt streets. The Tequesta and Seminoles for generations lived symbiotically with the land as their home, only taking what they needed without need for destruction. To think of the genocide of a native culture, for the desirability to consume an area of land to develop speaks volumes of the dark origins the development in south Florida had, parallel with the current environmental and societal problems we now must solve as a society.

            Back to the earth, as I now walked the mangrove forest and felt the fresh saline water, I pondered upon the calm serenity, from the daily bustle. A humming glow of inner silence followed with me into the night as I lay thinking of the beauty id just witness. A land completely untouched and undeveloped just as nature intended it to be. Every day I find were overstimulated with technology, people, news, and advertisement there’s limited time to find a space to unwind. The serenity and stoicism of the forest was a refuge from that daily bustle. I also realized the people within the Deering community that work to preserve and maintain this rich environment, are composed of conversationalist and artists in residence. They walk between nature and Miami’s daily bustle.

            Going back to the feeling of inner silence and serenity I felt that night, I understand how my professor along with the members of the Deering estate are deeply inspired and set out to work on creative pursuits. With the ocean front, 5 different ecosystems, and the history of Tequesta inhabitation there is an inexhaustible supply of inspiration. However, as I learned trekking through the land for about 7 hours that day, you must endeavor to seek adventure out, and be lucky as we were to have a professor that could help us look further and appreciate the beauty of this unique landscape.

            Today I seek to share with you my experience at the Deering estate within the pine rock land to encourage you to visit it for yourselves and get involved with the nature in your community. As I now understand and see the value that the unique landscape has around the Deering estate, I will seek to be more involved and find ways to help maintain this environment for generations to come. Given that although the land is secured now, around south Florida they are many pockets of the precious pine rock land, under constant threat by developers. It is my civic duty to support organizations that are working to maintain and preserve this land, helping the ecological health of our south Florida community. However its within getting out in nature, that I believe you can fully appreciate and understand the value it holds for us all.

Rubell Museum A Conversation

Deer Family

            Housed in a refurbished Wearhouse, were industry and merchandise use to govern now lies an international art collection that opens the door to conversations about the important issues of our time. Unlike other art museums I’ve been to before, specifically the louvre, Museo del Prado, and the national gallery in London where I’ve seen works by historically influential painters the Rubell museum was a strikingly different experience. However, after the initial shock and learning about the nature of contemporary art my perspective broadens.

            An interesting detail was how the museum beyond its expositions, was itself a carefully throughout and planned experience. As I moved through the rooms, I felt in a distinctly different area that I had been before. From the large metal spheres to the infinity room, more than just a painting on the wall, I felt my self-transported into another world. However, it wasn’t just within these room that I felt this effect, but through most of the different expositions ranging from paintings, sculptures, and race. A sculpture that drew my attention was the Family with antlers by Karon Davis. Upon first entering the room, you impacted by the vibrant white plaster statues, and a long mural that appeared to me rather simple in design. 

            However, as I looked closer the subject of race relation, specific to the African American community could not be ignored. Where I was overwhelmed by not knowing who’s work or what the art was supposed to mean, I started uncovering the hidden meaning. Looking at the long mural, by Kerry James Marshall I read the description finding more ambiguity that description. The artist I believe intentionally leaves the work ambiguous to where the viewer then reflects what they believe, yet at the same time telling his story. This opens the door to a conversation, where I wanted to ask about the piece and research more about his work. In this journey I found his mission is to portray African Americans as powerful and reclaim negative stereotypes, while giving you something to chew on. To me Marshall’s portrait showed a distinct yellow brick wall and going into a simple room where a group of African American males are talking as one brings in coffee/ tea into the room. However, the portraits are all blacked out, and the wall within the house a plain pale pink color.

            To me the yellow brick apartment wall with flowers in the front, overlooking the city represents the dream such as from the yellow brick road, leading you into a place of answers. Answers being answered within the discussion inside. However, the flowers in combination with the yellow brick wall, were also distinctive to me as representing a strong female figure that holds the home together. Within this bond the young men are at home, sharing conversation. Here I believe the artist is giving unconscious cues combating the negative stereotypes of African American criminality and home life.  However, this was just me reading into the painting based on prior knowledge and experience, and as much as my interpretation may be accurate, it could be a vastly different take than the one the artist or another human might see when pondering upon the work. Hence being a piece that is though provoking and inviting to conversation, with the artist goal of bringing to the table race and stereotypes that need to be brought down as the core of his message. 

            Back to the deer family statue of, Davis I was perplexed with why she chooses the antlers in a scene where their young child was going to school. However, the message becomes clear when I drop my prior held belief of what art is or should be. Thinking on the laws of nature, their son is a young buck still not ready to fully face the world, but non the less going out into an unfamiliar school environment. There he will likely face obstacles such as any young person with classes, friends, and back to the theme of the room race. To me being Hispanic and a minority I can relate to the sentiment of the piece, however it also expressed the sentiment of how the African American people feel today. Because although our countries dark history of slavery has passed, the racism and challenges faced by this community is still very present. 

            During my time in the museum there were many more pieces and room, that made me pause and think about deeper issues and stories that are relevant to our time. However, as I think about the construction and materials used for some of these. unique pieces I also ponder upon their longevity and life span. Some like the plaster statues will continue to dry harder and become brittle with time. I thought they will have to be reworked or lost to time, as well as the infinity rooms, and similar installations that without a large Wearhouse to support them they would be perhaps loss. Perhaps if the issues are properly addressed and fixed they will serve a remainder of a past time and struggle, however as they currently stand in relation to our world I believe they will still be remade and reimagined by future generations. 

Miami Art Week 

            The world-famous Miami art week consists of big celebrates, emerging artists, and perhaps one of the largest meeting places where international artists can appeal to a great audience of buyers. Art Basal is by far the most well-known, however all-around Miami beach and downtown smaller art galleries known as satellite fairs are also just as captivating to the many crowds seeking to enjoy and buy art. One such fair I visited was untitled art fair, right at the front of Miami famous art deco district overlooking the gleaming shores. 

            Approaching the fair you’ll see, a large white canvas structure with a swarming line of people in the blistering sun waiting to flood in.  People dressed in the latest trendy styles, taking pictures Infront of the colorful canvases and sculptures. As much as it’s an art fair, it’s a social media and networking event where Instagram governs and helps shapes public perception. However, a sentiment I had, was how inaccessible and foreign this week used to be for me as a Miamian. Art selling for thousands of dollars, high traffic, crowds of international people in a world of contemporary art, I Franky didn’t know enough about. 

            However, the through an amazing opportunity through Professor Bailey and the coordinator of the art untitled art fair Omar Lopez-Chahoud the veil of mystery soon lifted. Taking the time to explain to us the nature of untitled, and the business in Miami I had a better understating that untitled was more than just a show, but a great investment of time and resources from international artist and galleries to expose the work and stories of people who have devoted their lives to the craft. It impacted me how the same stories of artist being discovered later in life rings true today, having collections from both young but also older artists that may have not earned much exposure in their careers, till now. 

            We had a great opportunity to talk gallery owner Emerson Dorsch, learning about the realities and origins of art installations and galleries in Miami. Today we see the untitled art fair, art basal, and the design district such as Wynwood as a center for art, business, and wealth. However, in the early days the design district was an abandoned and near empty warehouse area, being an affordable place have access to a large area. In here people such as Mr. Emerson, along with multiple galleries started setting up shop creating interactive shows to showcase their work. Following these humble origins, it eventually drew the attention of developers to come in a set up businesses and galleries of their own. However, the advancement and development came at a tradeoff. As Mr. Emerson explained, many of the new galleries were more commercial in nature, losing some of the showmanship and excitement the earlier galleries and shows had. The area by nature also became more expensive, and somewhat of a target for thieves in its early days.

            However, through all this many galleries kept their original dynamic approach, which we see around the untitled art fair today. In these exhibits I personally loved the work of Robert Thiele, which mixes concrete and fragile glass and fabrics. Upon initial impression I thought to myself this looks like a basic concrete mold which can be easily poured and made. However, the art and skill lie within the pour that keeps the glass and fabric showing inside. The piece being from 1997 is simply labeled 6-9 and is both a sign of strength and delicacy coming together in a physical form. Although I did not personally meet Robert, his work and online interviews gave me the opportunity to know more about an artist and fabricator that captured my imagination and wonder. 

            Thanking Omar Lopez-Chahoud, Mr. Emmerson, and the many other guest speakers that took time from their day to share their amazing insights and experiences within the untitled art fair, to help us learn more about the world they love and by extension we do as well by learning through them. I was able to walk away from the fair, with a greater appreciation and understanding for today’s contemporary art. 

Miami Final Reflection

City (Vasquez Industries)

            Miami is a city with history, soul, and culture dating back to the native Tequesta people who inhabited the land, to the modern-day metropolis we know today. Miami’s identity is distinctly multicultural within the span of it lifetime. During my time exploring the origins of my hometown and state, I’ve learned that there’s more than meets the eye than what we’ve been taught in general history classes.

            What most impacted me was the naming of city of Miami-Dade, a seemingly simple an innocent name. Dade county which today has become an iconic and famous name, even heard in songs by Miami native Pitbull it’s a part of our mainstream culture. However, we’ve forgotten the dark meaning behinds its origins, in the Seminole wars and the genocide of the indigenous populations. Major Francis Dade was a general in the US army tasked with carrying out this task. However, he met an early demise when he was defeated in an ambush attack, today misleading labeled as the Dade massacre, as a country we made a mortar out of a genocidal part in American history. However, we often prefer to overlook the wrong, rather than acknowledging it to properly move on. Which is at the core of many of the fundamental problems, we a society must address. 

            Following this we learned about the vibrant past of Miami’s African American history, in historic over town. A once bustling town, it was once known as little Broadway, housing the greatest names in jazz today. It served as an afterhours concert hall for African American signers when segregation laws were in effect. As well as being the heart of the civil right movement, with many historic churches that served to help the community. However, unlike its counterparts in Miami beach art deco district, many of the historic buildings have since been destroyed and sold to developers. The main catalyst for the decline of this community, started with the construction of interstate pass, which was purposely made to cut through their community. Sadly, showing that segregation and discrimination can take different forms going into the present times. 

            These two distinctly different yet interrelated events impacted me the most, because I never learned it happened in the history of Miami. When taught American history, these key details seem to be passed over. Focusing on the generalities of a period, we forget that close to home key events that happened, shaped the communities we currently live in. Many more details and events were painted in, during our time with Professor John Bailey that formed the finer picture, that’s Miami and the communities within it. Nature, social issues, history, and art were the core lessons and value I took away from my time in this unique experience at FIU. Learning that history tends to have it black, white, and grey moments in between that as a whole form a picture of the events of our history. I was truly blessed to have learned about the authentic side that goes beyond the parties and luxury that people believe Miami to be.