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Cultural events and celebrations are a reflection of our community's rich diversity. At the Department of Family and Preventive Medicine, we value all characteristics and identities that make our students, staff and faculty diverse and elevate our department. The DFPM cultural calendar is not static nor exhaustive. However, we hope to highlight events relevant to our community. Personal narratives in the DFPM weekly newsletter will accompany many of these cultural dates. We hope many will share their experience and perspective.

JANUARY

DAY EVENT CULTURE
  Poverty Awareness Month US
6 Epiphany Christian
17 Martin Luther King Jr Day (2022) US

FEBRUARY

DAY EVENT CULTURE
  Black History Month US
1 Lunar New Year China
20 World Day of Social Justice International

MARCH

DAY EVENT CULTURE
  Developmental Disabilities Month  
  Women's History Month  
17 St. Patrick’s Day International
21 International Day for Elimination of Racial Discrimination International

APRIL

DAY EVENT CULTURE
  Arab American Heritage Month  
  Autism Awareness Month  
2 Ramadan (Apr 2 - May 2, 2022) Muslim
15 Passover (15th - 23rd, 2022) Jewish
17 Easter (2022) Christian

MAY

DAY EVENT CULTURE
  Asian Pacific American Heritage Month  
  Jewish American Heritage Month  
5 Cinco de Mayo Mexican American
30 Memorial Day US

JUNE

DAY EVENT CULTURE
  Caribbean American Heritage Month  
 

“Do you think we’ll be safe?” my husband asks me. We’re talking about our plans to march in Salt Lake City’s Pride Parade as University employees.

He’s asked me this question before, when we’ve marched in the past. As a transplant to Utah, it’s hard for him to see around Utah’s reputation for being a place where everyone has the same opinion—a bad one—about the LGBTQ+ community. I usually say we’ll be fine, that most Utahns are not at heart dangerous people, that there is a culture here of politeness and restraint that keeps disagreements civil, that the allies we have outnumber those that want to hurt us.

This year, however, is different. We’re having this conversation two days after the Uvalde shooting. The newspaper reports hate crimes against the LGBTQ community nearly doubled last year, spiking during Pride 2021. A senator who represents Utah in Congress is pushing a bill to put warning labels on TV shows with LGBTQ+ characters. Together, we’ve watched “don’t say gay” bills roll across the country, knowing from bitter experience that they will lead to increased suicide among vulnerable kids. We see the arguments in the leaked Supreme Court draft reversing Roe v. Wade and know with certainty that the same arguments will be used to try to annul our marriage. A formless dread has been hanging around both of us for weeks. We talk about putting adoption plans on hold, giving up on buying a house here in the state, moving to a place where our rights will feel more secure.

“I don’t know,” I say. “I hope so.”

I’m thinking about hope and fear this year as Pride approaches. It’s an odd confession, but I don’t usually like Pride. Growing up gay in Ogden in the ‘80s and ‘90s meant perfecting the art of hiding in plain sight, of never saying or doing anything to drop a hint that would let anyone catch on to the truth about me. Although I’m much safer these days, the impulse to hide myself, to pass, lingers and probably will for the rest of my life. Pride cuts against that impulse of mine: it’s showy, colorful, defiant. I wish I could say that joining the Pride parade overwrites my discomfort, that I suddenly feel part of a larger community, the way that it seems to work for so many others. That’s never happened, though. I always find myself at the margins of the celebration, watching the joy, making sure I’m aware of the exits should things suddenly turn sour.

At times, attending Pride can even feel like trespassing in an alien world. I see teenagers marching under the banner of their high schools and remember my own teenage years, recalling how when I was 18, the Salt Lake City School District banned every non-curricular club in the district to halt the creation of a gay/straight alliance club at East High. For the kids marching today, those moments are part of a murky, unpleasant past, barely comprehended. For me, they are unresolved wounds that still sting when I least expect them to, a burden on the way I think and the way I see the world. It’s heart-wrenching to fear that we are returning to where we once were as a culture, that these bright-faced hopeful teens might have to learn the exhausting art of concealment, might have to blunt their promise to avoid being harmed, that already they are receiving messages from the people in charge that they are less than their peers and that their existence is a problem to be solved.

The modern Pride is a moment of joy for LGBTQ people, but fear has always been part of my community’s existence. What we know today as Pride was born out of a moment of terror. The well-known riots that touched off on June 28, 1969 at the Stonewall Inn were in response to a police raid. At the time, homosexuality was illegal in 49 states, and bars and restaurants could be shut down if they served or even employed someone from the LGBTQ community. Stonewall Inn was not unique for being raided--raids for bars serving LGBTQ patrons were common. What is unique about Stonewall is that, for whatever reason, fear was not the final response. The crowd outside the bar refused to dissipate, even when they were tear-gassed and beaten by police. They did not hide, even though there was every reason to. Their fear turned into anger and defiance. The people in that common bar on that uncommon night demonstrated their hope--hope that suffering an injustice in full view of the public’s eye would lead to a better future. They could not know that night that their actions would lead to streets across the nation thronging with cheering people waving rainbow flags, would save the lives of countless young people struggling with despair and loneliness, would build a better world. All they knew for sure was the danger in front of them, the certainty of abuse and ridicule. And they still stood up--proudly, defiantly, and with hope.

When I lived in Seattle as a graduate student, I often skipped the Pride celebration. It didn’t feel necessary, somehow, to fight the crowds in order to put in an appearance. I didn’t feel the same low-level pressure that I do in Utah, the same tightening of the chest each legislative session. I wasn’t afraid, and it made it easier to take the things I enjoyed for granted. Since I’ve returned to my home state, however, attending Pride feels more important. I want to remind myself of the benefits I enjoy because so many heroes before me--Utahns among them--rated their personal safety second to their hope. Because of them, I inhabit a world they could barely have conceived: I have a job where I can be open about my identity, people like me represented in every form of media, a legally recognized marriage to someone I love. That world has been built by those whose hope was stronger than their fear. So I’m joining the parade this year with the hope that those who come after me will have more than I did and will be given a world of even greater equality than we already enjoy. This Sunday’s Pride, I’ll walk with my husband and my colleagues from the U, and hope. Hope, yes, against the fear we won’t be safe--but hope more that the steps we’re taking continue to move us forward.
- Danny Nelson

 
19

Juneteenth commemorates the day when slaves in Texas were officially freed, June 19, 1865. The Emancipation Proclamation was enforced by Union Army officials soon after the Civil War. However, it took Union Army officials over 2 years to get to Texas, the most remote state of the union at that time. This day holds a special place in the hearts of many African Americans, because it symbolizes the humanization of our people, though systematic oppression has continued for many subsequent generations, i.e. sharecropping, Jim Crow, separate but equal, geographic red lining, racial profiling, etc.

As an adolescent, I remember recognizing Juneteenth by visiting the Allensworth Historic Park in the San Joaquin Valley near Los Angeles, California. Allensworth was a township founded by retired Colonel Allen Allensworth to give Black people the opportunity to live the “American Dream.” I remember visiting the replica of this old Western town and reliving the excitement many enslaved people felt when they learned of their freedom. But, I also remember the frustration of wondering why it took so long for many to realize the freedom granted by the Emancipation Proclamation. (“I’m sure slave owners new about it…” I lamented.) This mixture of pride and anger still resonates with me today, as another Juneteenth comes. However, this is a time to celebrate progression and the hope of better to come. As a nation, as a people, we are moving forward towards a brighter future.
- Jessica Jones, MD, MSPH
Associate Professor

If you’d like to celebrate, here are links to events at the U and in Salt Lake.
Juneteenth Day of Freedom Summit
Learning, Preserving & Telling the Stories of Juneteenth
Google Search Results

US
20 World Refugee Day International

JULY

DAY EVENT CULTURE
4 Independence Day US
24

Pioneer Day Reflection

Ever since I was a child growing up in New York and Florida, I was always familiar with the Utah State Holiday of Pioneer Day. My affiliation with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints ensured that every year I celebrated the event that happened on July 24, 1847, when the first group of what were then called “Mormons” (members of the above church) arrived in the Valley of the Great Salt Lake. They were not the first people to come to this valley, nor were they invited. They were not even the first “white” settlers to come here. But they were the first colonizers to stay.

When the mostly white, Christian, “Mormon” pioneers arrived under the leadership of Brigham Young, they found a land that was used by and belonged to the Shoshone, Paiute, Goshute, and Ute tribes. I imagine that there were treaties, and land purchase agreements between the native nations of the Salt Lake Valley, and Brigham Young, but in the end, the people that were here on the first Pioneer Day were eventually resettled onto reservations across this state.

This is the part of the pioneer day story that is not told but needs to be remembered. During the fireworks, celebrations, and patriotic speeches from political and religious leaders next Monday, we can honor the indigenous peoples that continue to live on this land and celebrate them.
- José E. Rodríguez, MD, FAAFP

AUGUST

DAY EVENT CULTURE
9 International Day of Indigenous People International
26 Women's Equality Day US

SEPTEMBER

DAY EVENT CULTURE
 

Feed my soul

The Latina in me is an ember that blazes forever. Sonia Sotomayor.

During Hispanic heritage month, I don’t want to spend time discussing what to call us, since so many are devoting their energy and input to the label conversation. Today, I know they all mean me, or us (Latino, Latinx, Latin, Spanish, Hispanic) though I think I have my preference. When I first came to go to school in the US, I preferred people used my specific subgroup of Puerto Rican. I grew up and was raised on the island (PR), with mostly Puerto Ricans. Collective labels only meant that far away in the US, there were more people with Latino heritages spanning the continents of North, Central and South America (including the Caribbean) and the originator of our language, Spain, placed under one umbrella. However, most akin to me was the ‘Nuyorican’ variety of Puerto Rican, to whom the Spanish language was optional albeit desirable to their proud and grateful claim to the island in their blood.

Once in the US, Pennsylvania received me with mixed emotions. Seton Hill University gave me a bachelor degree, and a husband, from nearby Saint Vincent University. That determined my definite move to the mainland. Now I go to PR only sporadically for vacations. Yet, every day of my life, I think I am waking up in my bed in Caguas, Puerto Rico, with chickens outside my window. (I must caution you that not all Puerto Ricans have chickens roaming outside, it was just my dad’s need to have a bit of his rural upbringing with us in the city.)

My life spectrum mirrors the evolution of Latino migration, initially most prominent in the Northeastern states, followed by the Southern states, and then to other parts less traveled. My dear colleagues and friends in every town, every state, were pallbearers of my sorrow every time I had to move, as I searched for work that was meaningful in bridging gaps in health equity. We have moved six times, across states and time zones. Navigation in and out of these geographies is proof positive that Hispanic roots can grow in any good soil. Every time, I found new collaborators who were welcoming inside and outside of universities, or the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, to work on my own initiatives, research, projects, and dreams.

I was often the only Latina in the surrounding areas of my jobs within systems. Latinxs were outside, in the communities. What I have been given is opportunities to do work conducive to bridge that void, where health inequities reside. Because I know that what needs to be done takes rethinking and transformation, in cohesive work with communities directly, I am never lost, regardless of my geography. Even if this is not the country of my birth, home is where my husband and daughter are, my dog, friends, family I adopt along the way, not unlike my family everywhere in PR and elsewhere. Family is the people that call you, feed you, send you gifts, ask you questions, tell you what to do with yourself when you lose your way, and enjoy your funny little ways.

At first back in Pennsylvania, I used to feel like I did not belong, like I did not want to speak loudly, battered by the condescension of some, or those who presumed me incompetent because of my skin color or speech. Yet I found some mentors that were interested in me, that saw my potential and showed me how to raise my sails to catch the most powerful winds. Within this journey, I have come to see myself as a member of, or ally to, different populations of ‘others’ in the United States. Our paths have many similarities, and their fights resonate with me and feed my soul, as diverse peoples of the world. But in the end, the best of me, the love I spread, is the Latina ember that blazes within me forever.

Latinx
5 Labor Day US
25 Rosh Hashanah (25th - 27th, 2022) Jewish

OCTOBER

DAY EVENT CULTURE
  Global Diversity Awareness Month US
  National Disability Awareness Month US
6

As a second generation American, I have always identified with the immigrant experience. About 7 million people immigrated from Germany over 150 years. My paternal grandparents were among them, arriving as children in the late 1800’s. Their families came for religious freedom and economic betterment. They settled in southeast Nebraska. My grandparents spoke German at home until the children started school, then they switched the family to English. Assimilation was expected. My aunts and uncles kept up a stream of German chatter around us cousins, tiny touchpoints of our heritage. These little phrases still circulate in my mind, and I wonder what some of them really meant. As usual, by the second generation the knowledge of our grandparents’ language was lost. Cultural features like holidays and customs disappeared into the homogenized white America of the 1960’s.

Growing up in the aftermath of WWII, I felt disconnected from my heritage. Images of Nazi Germany were reflected all around me, and that was all I could see of my grandparents’ country of origin. I felt no motivation to learn more. Best just to be an American teenager.

Chance events as an adult re-connected me with relatives in Germany. In 2016, my German cousin showed us around his country. On this amazing trip I fell in love with Germany. Medieval cathedrals tower over modern cities risen from the ashes of war. Phenomenal Berlin, with all the places I heard about as a child: Checkpoint Charlie, the American Sector, the Berlin Wall, the Brandenburg Gate, the Holocaust Memorial. So many sausages! Train conductors who use a stopwatch to close the doors. The Autobahn, engineered for speed and safety. Intense and utter devotion to democracy, symbolized by the Reichstag, where the people physically look over the shoulders of their legislators. A society dedicated to fearless reckoning with its past and to facing its future. A place where planning is king, where everyone follows all the rules because that is best for all. A country where social safety nets prevent people from falling too low, while enjoying wealth, order and prosperity.

I have lost many illusions from my start as a white girl in Nebraska. I am still grateful for the strengths of my German heritage and those who gave them to me.

-Jennifer Leiser, MD

US
10 World Mental Health Day International
10

October 10th is a day that Indigenous people recognize as a day of pride and resilience. We live as descendants from our ancestors as we carry on their teachings and language. Indigenous people have been caretakers of their land for generations prior to being “discovered”. Our ancestral caretakers have a rich history of stories, songs, and ceremonies that make each tribal nation unique. This day is a painful reminder of the cultural protectors we lost to being “discovered” with the attempted genocide of Indigenous people for centuries to come. We acknowledge the dark history of colonization through the spoken and unspoken truth that are taught in history books.

Indigenous People’s day signifies the progression of a new generation of caretakers and protectors who will be the leaders of their generation. It’s a day to proudly display traditional attire and language to show the world that the goal of colonialism was unsuccessful. The path to healing is not easy and the recognition of Indigenous People’s Day is a step to elevate the voice of a people that was once silenced. Until equity is achieved for Indigenous people, the movement will continue to advocate for increased representation and responsibility. On October 11, take some time to learn about Indigenous people and how they have shaped the past, present, and future. Happy Indigenous People’s Day.

- Aaron Bia, MD (Diné)

US
31 - Nov 2

Día de los Muertos
(Day of the Dead)
By Kitzia Casasola

On the Day of the Dead, we remember our ancestors and we keep them alive by telling their stories. Día de los Muertos is a pre-Hispanic Indigenous tradition and celebration that can be traced back more than 3,000 years. Unfortunately, despite being born in Mexico and growing up in a Spanish-speaking household, day of the dead was not something I celebrated growing up.

My family immigrated to the United Sates when I was 5 years old and, like many other first-generation immigrant families, we worked hard to integrate ourselves into our new country, learn English and assimilate ourselves into the American way of life. In our eagerness to fit in, I think we overlooked the importance of finding ways to remain connected to our homeland.

The longer we were here, the farther we drifted from many of our Mexican traditions, eg. in October, we celebrated Halloween, but never Día de los Muertos. But, after graduating High School, I returned to Mexico for the first time since leaving it, and began reacquainting myself with my heritage through food, music, and travel. That October, while attending The Universidad Autónoma de Guadalajara, I volunteered to help create an altar that would be displayed on campus.

I had never built an altar before. I was unfamiliar with the symbolism surrounding the decorations. I had never eaten Pan de Muertos. And I had a hard time pronouncing ‘cempasúchil’. But as I spoke with classmates and project organizers, I learned that Día de los Muertos is a joyous holiday that honors the dead, teaches us to not fear death, and reminds us that despite our differences, we are all skeletons on the inside. The festivities that take place on November 1st and 2nd aim to bond us with our family by keeping us connected with the people who came before us.

It goes along with the notion that Mexican people believe you die three times: One is when your heart stops and your breath leaves your body. The second is when you are buried or cremated and have no physical presence on earth, and the third is when there is no one alive who knows your story.

As a young adult, I realized I didn’t have any stories to tell because I didn’t know hardly anything about my ancestors. Now, after 15 years, 7 trips to Mexico, countless conversations with family members, and 1 Ancestry membership, I find myself needing a bigger place to set up my altar. It’s overflowing with black and white pictures of people I never met, but whom I wouldn’t be here without. Every year I make a trip to my local Mexican Grocery Market and buy their favorite fruit, bread and drinks. I’m still searching and still learning, but I now have stories to tell, and people to tell them to- my kids.

I don’t visit Mexico as often as I wish I could, and I still live far away from my family, but Día de los Muertos continues to strengthen the familial bonds I share with my loved ones.

Latinx

NOVEMBER

DAY EVENT CULTURE
  American Indian / Native Alaskan Heritage Month US
  National Gratitude Month US
11

Veteran's Day holds a special place in my heart. First, I am grateful for the Veterans who came before me, especially my grandpa, dad, and uncles. I am also grateful for the soldiers I've served with, and family who supported me along the way.

This Veteran's Day marks the 15th anniversary of my National Guard unit returning to Utah after a year in Iraq. I was so excited to be home that I was bouncing up and down in my seat as I waited to get off the plane... then broke down in tears a few moments later as I thought of a few of my patients who did not get to return home.

I also take time on Veterans Day to remember that we all fight different battles. My brother, Marshall, joined the National Guard when he was 18 but soon developed health issues. This prevented him from deploying or remaining in the Guard and ultimately claimed his life.

My brother taught me many valuable lessons during his life. The most memorable was 16 years ago, as I prepared to deploy to Iraq. In a phone call home, I complained to Marshall that I felt like I was going to board a plane and fly into a big black hole. Marshall quipped, "I have it on rather good authority that the desert sands are more of a tan color". His joke reminded me to keep life in perspective and that while his battle was different, it was no less daunting.

In memory of my brother, I salute all of you for the battles you are fighting, both the apparent ones and those you fight privately, out of public view. In this regard, we are all veterans of our own conflicts and owe one another support and grace.

US
16 International Day of Tolerance International
20

A patient recently told me how much they were looking forward to our appointment. In fact, they said they were excited! For many of my patients, going to the doctor is a chore at best and a grave fear at worst. For this new transgender patient, however, our appointment to explore gender affirming hormones was the next step in a journey to look and feel the way they have always wanted.

I chose family medicine because it gives me an opportunity to build authentic and sustainable relationships with my patients. I am in my patients’ lives as a validating guide toward their best and healthiest self- I love that, for all my patients. Providing care for my trans patients is an opportunity to see and affirm their existence as their best self, and that is exciting!

For too long, there has been a paucity of healthcare providers who were able to provide gender affirming care. Many of our trans patients face a long list of obstacles in coming out and being validated in their identity. As a provider, supporting trans folks overcome even one of those obstacles is deeply meaningful to me. As a human, I see no other choice

-- Family Medicine adjunct assistant professor Noah Zucker, MD

International
25 Native American Hertitage Day US

DECEMBER

DAY EVENT CULTURE
1 World AIDS Day International
3 International Day of Persons with Disabilities International
10 Human Rights Day International
18 - 26

When I was invited to write about Chanukkah, I was so verklempt I could just plotz. As a kid, it felt like a sort of hidden, bonus holiday: everyone got to eat candy canes and sing Christmas carols, but only the Chosen People could light candles in a fancy stand, gamble with chocolate coins, and celebrate with 8 nights of presents. Hanukkah has gained a lot of traction in the past 100 years since the immigration of millions of European Jews to America. But in reality it is accepted as only a minor holiday, marking a military victory of Jewish rebels against a larger Syrian army. Given that the holiday generally coincides seasonally with Christmas, it has always seemed to me like the Jewish "answer" to Christmas and winter holidays.

The Chanukka Choliday (pronounced with extra phlegm) is celebrated by numerous symbolic rituals, notably the duration of 8 nights (to mark the 8 nights it took for new, consecrated oil to arrive in the holy Temple to keep the Eternal Light aflame -- a light that persisted without apparently enough fuel). Foods are fried in oil, and young children are taught to play gambling games. It's customary to greet one another with a vigorous smack on the backside while loudly shouting "Hanukkah Hirschl sends his regards!" When I was younger I remember Adam Sandler's "Hanukkah Song" and watching the Rugrat's Hanukkah Special; more evidence that there's been an ever-increasing feeling of needing to "respond" to the Christmas season by making Hanukkah a bigger deal. In fact, it's just another Jewish holiday summarized by "they tried to kills us; we survived. Let's eat!"

Where was I going with this? Oh yeah, for the sake of EDI, I thought I would spill the tea on what Hanukka is really about, and the odd, almost corporate importance imposed on it. But at the same time, I've never been one to look a gift jelly-donut in the mouth. That would take some real chutzpah.

- Jordan Knox, MD, CAQSM
Family Medicine Assistant Professor

Jewish
25 Christmas International
26 - Jan 1 Kwanzaa US