Rachel/Raquel “Rusty” Villegas (January 16, 1933 - February 10, 2008)

Courtesy of William Gerena-Rochet

There is an old but at times useful cliché that says “It takes a village to raise a child.” If that child grows to become one of our village’s elders – whose life was marked by a degree of dedication to the wellbeing and welfare of the village – and who upon passing away, we could add: “It takes a village to say farewell …” to that person. And so last week at Johnston Funeral home, family and members of the community of El Barrio/East Harlem said farewell to Raquel Villegas.

The following is from the funeral brochure for “Rachel/Raquel “Rusty” Villegas” (January 16, 1933 - February 10, 2008).

There are three things we definitely know about Rachel Villegas: her spirituality and faith; her love for her family; and her love for the community where she always lived, El Barrio.

Rachel Perez was born in Harlem Hospital and raised in East Harlem. Always a hard worker, she began her career at Sylvie’s, a women’s clothing store located on 105th and 3rd Avenue. With the advent of the War on Poverty, in 1963 Rachel entered a jobs-training program to obtain her GED. She then began to show her true talents in helping people and perfecting systems at Flower Fifth Avenue Hospital.

Rachel had the fortunate experience of working on the staff of newly-elected Congressman Charles Rangel, in 1970. This was the position where Rachel’s reputation for empathy and dedication for the people of this community grew by leaps and bounds.

After leaving the Congressman’s staff, she continued her career with the New York City Blood Bank and subsequently with the Board of Education as a paraprofessional working with special-needs children. Her last position was serving the needs of the senior citizens at the Casaba Senior Housing Project.

Regardless of the positions, Rachel’s love for the people of El Barrio governed her tireless efforts to see it become all that it could be educationally, economically and culturally. One of the driving principles that made Rachel exceptional was her respect and concern for everyone she encountered. She never refused to help anyone, or any cause, and everyone was met with her sense of humor and exceptional warmth, which made her a well-known “magnet” in El Barrio.

The following are excerpts or messages of farewell for Rachael.

From Bob Espier

“By way of Farewell”

Although I had known Rachel for years, it was only peripherally, as Casabe Founder Ernesto Martinez' assistant in setting up the social & food services at Casabe; although her name would come across my desk more often than I could count.

Then, suddenly, she & Yolanda invited me to join the Casabe Board in the Summer of 2006, & I joined in September. This began a close & rewarding working friendship. I didn’t know much about Rachel's formal education, but after observing the skill with which she scrutinized financial reports, I concluded (in the back of my mind) that she was a CPA or equivalent. However, she was not. It was just the natural skill for incisive analysis that Rachel brought to everything she did. Of course, the tendency was then to pay less attention to the reports, since Rachel could be counted on to do such a thorough job. Regardless of my extensive experience in community organizations & governance, I had never come across a board member with that keen an eye for financial reports. After that momentary lapse of responsibility, I realized that I owed it to myself & the organization to bring the same intensity to these reports.

When Rachel began to drop out because of her illness, we had a telephone chat & she wondered if she could continue to fully serve on the board. My response was, 'come to meetings when you can but just make sure that you continue to pay close attention to the financial reports.' That is where we left it with respect to Rachel's role as a board member. She attended the December meeting, functioned perfectly well, & we were all encouraged. However, shortly after that, the hospitalizations became more frequent as her health deteriorated more rapidly -- until we learned the sad news of her passing on Saturday, 9 February 2008.

Goodbye Rachel,
Bob Espier
Chairman of Casabe Board

From Gloria E. Quinones

“An unforgettable and regrettable lose for El Barrio”

Rachel Villegas is a model of courage and integrity, a sincere and loyal friend, a fierce defender of the Puerto Rican community. Not surprisingly, she is a founding member of Women of El Barrio/Mujeres de El Barrio, established to develop the leadership capabilities of Puerto Rican women. She was so much fun to work with, as a talented lover of arts and crafts; she would have us go to her home to work on the center pieces she had designed for our annual New Year's Gala and Women's History Month events. It was Rachel who kept a checklist of all the event details: invitations, the food, drinks, entertainment, set-up, reception, clean-up, etc. and we had better be sure it was covered! For the past two years Rachel volunteered one evening per week at the office of Council Member Melissa Mark-Viverito to serve constituents with problem around housing, government benefits.

Rachel loved to make you laugh and she thoroughly enjoyed a good joke. Rachel Villegas is an unforgettable and irreplaceable loss to her family, her friends and to El Barrio.

Gloria E. Quinones is an East Harlem Activist

Rachel is survived by her sons, James Benjamin Gwynne and Juan Villegas, Jr. (Michelle); her grandchildren, Mariko Gwynne, Rachel Mary Gwynne, James Paul Gwynne, Benjamin Gwynne, Insiah Villegas and Akil Hicks; her great-grandson, Nasseer Ogbourne; her sister, Olga DeLeonardis (Bepo); her niece and nephews, JoMarie Pierson (Scott), Stephan Santini (Teresa) and John DeLeonardis, Jr. (Rosalie); and their children, as well as numerous cousins and friends. All were greatly influenced by her love and wisdom. All will miss her.

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Watching the Media Measure the Importance of Three Leading Men: James Brown, Gerald Ford and Saddam Hussein

What’s a couch potato to do when our nation's leading black entertainer, least interesting former president, and most favorite foreign dictator die in the same week?

Just sit back and watch…

To my delight, CBS News broke with tradition earlier in the week by not interrupting its programming for a special report on Ford's death. Unlike its network rivals, the station ran a printed "crawl" at the bottom of the screen: “Gerald R. Ford, the 38th President of the United States, died at the age of 93.”

The New York Times brashly speculated that his widow, Betty Ford, might leave a greater legacy since her candor about her battle with breast cancer and treatment for alcohol and substance abuse set the stage for public awareness and advocacy.

While Mrs. Ford will also be remembered for having inspired millions of women with her support for the failed Equal Rights Amendment, the “Accidental President,” who occupied the White House for just 896 days, will best be known for pardoning a crooked president upon whose coattails he rode into office and for initially refusing to support New York City during its 1975 financial crisis.

Perhaps that was why there was no military flyover, no canons, salutes or bugles, and no honorary pallbearers at Ford’s Palm Desert, California service.

Quite boring, actually, so couch potato continued clicking the remote control looking for more “livelier” news.

Since the execution of Saddam Hussein, who tortured thousands of Iraqis (and two American presidents), was not available on basic cable, all those bland talking head reports of his death seemed like yesterday’s news.

Former Iraqi Dictator Saddam Hussein was hanged at 6:10 am on Friday, December 30th in Baghdad, five days after being sentenced to death; he was 69, read the news anchors.

By gosh, could you be any more uninteresting? Why not be daring and tell us why we really started the 16-year “War in Iraq” or why Saddam turned on the Bush(es) administration in the first place?

Producers at New York 1 News, meanwhile, decided to go with daylong coverage of James Brown’s funeral service in Augusta, Georgia where dignitaries included Jesse Jackson, the Rev. Al Sharpton, and Michael Jackson. As with the memorial service at the famed Apollo Theater, I watched in awe as dozens of civil rights leaders and entertainers spoke lovingly of Mr. Brown, who died of heart failure on Monday, December 25 at the age of 73.

In the end, it comes down to priorities - and inspiring people of color to move physically, sexually, spiritually, and, most importantly, politically with songs like “I’m Black and I’m Proud!” and “Living in America” wins hands down against a few stints in jail for domestic abuse.

Couch potato stayed with New York 1 and honored the Godfather of Soul.

Perturbed by the Perturbed

Personally, I am more annoyed over the media’s “coverage” of white response to the March 16th “Silent Protest” against the killing of Sean Bell than I am by Herman Badillo's contempt towards people of color.

I am particularly outraged that the media would choose to interview Steven Pagones, a former assistant district attorney from Poughkeepsie with absolutely no connection to – or authority over - the Bell case.

In addition to wasting valuable airtime interviewing Rev. Al Sharpton’s adversary, the press has also chosen to broadcast inane complaints by whites such as “They have the right to march, well we have the right to shop.”

Reports on the December 21 follow-up financial district march protesting the killing of the unarmed bridegroom by undercover police officers was met with equal disdain as white Wall Street workers were filmed complaining about being “inconvenienced” during their lunch hour.

Perhaps these disconcerted whites should get together and discuss the matter with Herman Badillo, who seems similarly perturbed at people of color due to his own sense of manifest (political) destiny.

Oh, wait, he’s already gone that route ... at the Manhattan Institute.

(Diden ju no, dude, que sour grapes lo que trae es bad w[h]ine….)

I am not afraid

I am not afraid
to scream at the top of my lungs
against the injustices I bear witness to daily
as a Puerto Rican American citizen
living under the most barbaric of circumstances
in the history of this nation

I am not afraid to stand up to
and speak out against
the erosion of our liberties
and the end of our constitutional rights
in the name of "patriotism"
and "homeland security"
in the name of "free enterprise"
and profit by any means necessary

I am not afraid to document
the murder and incarceration
of a people long colonized
by a hateful imperialist clan

I am not afraid to reveal my rage
as I expose your evil deeds
for I am watching you
just as much as you are me