Thursday, October 15, 2009

On Not Being Black Enough

This here is another case of not being "Black" enough for the African-Americans and not being "Spanish" enough for the Latino's. I discovered this at one of the colleges I attended some years back (a brief stint), where the majority of the student body was mostly Latinos and African-Americas with sprinkles of everything else. I being a dark-skinned Latina am no stranger to people assuming that I am African-American, that is until the Spanish language started spilling out of my mouth. Once that had happened, I was no longer a valid specimen and my Latino counterparts did not find me to their liking due to the fact that I did not speak English with a Spanish accent. It's true, I don't say jes; I say yes. I'm not saying that to knock anyone, simply that's just me. Can I be an individual? Can I be me?

This here is a rant. I don't know why I let down my guard. It appears that letting down my guard is only good for letting something or someone bite me on the rear. So here it is again. Years later after having mentioned the upcoming release of the movie "Black Dynamite", all hell broke loose and that all too familiar spasm of "I'm Black and your not" has resurfaced.

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Fuming, I would first like to say that anyone can go to the movie theater and watch whichever movie they so desire regardless of race, color, creed, national origin, ancestry, sex, marital status, disability, religious or political affiliations, age or sexual orientation (in case you didn't know). Second, I would like to remind you that some of the smartest people on the planet never sat a day in their lives in a college classroom, yet college graduates walk around absolutely clueless on a daily basis. You may be one of them. Therefore, my lack of sitting in a classroom that discussed Blaxploitation films does not mean I am beyond understanding the "real" meanings laced in movies like "Black Dynamite". I can understand your wanting to claim certain things under your ethnic group, trust me I do. I myself am guilty of said action and am always happy to say "and she's Latina" or "she's one of us" type remarks, to show pride and ownership of things I feel proud of. So yes, I get where your coming from. However, that does not give you the right or the pass to act the fool. This Latina is quite aware of the ghetto, drug dealers, ethnic slurs, and yes, even pimps. Believe it or not, I too watched Foxy Brown and I too know about the "five on the black hand side". But those truly are trivial things. I would like to think this wasn't as big a deal as you had made it. I was simply talking about the release of a movie come this Friday.

And yet that is still not enough.

You tell me that I don't know what it's like to be Black in America. Oh but how I do! When most people see me, they see a Black face in America. They do not think that this dark-skinned woman is Afro-Latina (and take note: the 'Afro' in Afro-Latina, but I won't go into that). They do not see a Mexican in America. They do not see a Panamanian in America. They do not see a Colombian in America nor a Puerto Rican in America. The see my skin and there have been times, many in fact that I am treated unfairly because of it. I never attribute this to being treated Black. I attribute this to being treated lesser than. I attribute it to being treated like the minority. While I am not telling you that you should see it my way, I am saying that I do know what you are talking about. I am saying that I do get treated like I'm "Black", but what the hell does that have to do with the type of movie I decide to watch? What planet do you hail from that you would believe that the Japanese are the only ones going to see anime or that the Russians are the only ones that go to the ballet? Do you really believe that belonging to a particular ethnic group means you automatically have a complete and thorough understanding of your own culture? Really, do you?

Finally, I do want you to understand that I am not boxing in your ancestors struggles or your struggle or the struggle of the Black person in America into the one huge box with that of the Latinos. I am aware that there are differences, but just keep in mind that the struggle, each struggle of each "minority" (minority being quite debatable in this day and age) group should not be working against one another, but working at least towards the same goals. I dare take you back some years and remind you how this idea isn't new nor unheard of. As a matter of fact, I dare say it's still worth it's weight as far as being an excellent strategy. Remember the Black Panther Party (Oh yes, I know about that too), it at one time was the only organization that Latino's knew about. It was and became the model for the Young Lords Party. While separate, they fought the same battles. Hence, I dare you to do the same and put aside the petty thinking of whether or not a Latino or Italian person can see a movie such as Black Dynamite and join in on the bigger issue at hand.

Side note: I never intended on seeing 'Black Dynamite'.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Andrés Jiménez: Yo No Protesté

As many of you have heard, Puerto Rican Governor Luis Fortuño has decided to layoff and freeze the jobs and salaries of well over 17,000 government workers. The island's continued struggle is unforgivable! As a result, massive strikes and protesters are fighting against the impending layoffs due to take effect on November 6th, 2009.

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Among the many raising their voices against Governor Luis Fortuño's claim is El Jibaro, also known as Andrés Jiménez. Andrés who is known for his patriotic songs and keeping jibaro music alive, has protested in his own manner by releasing a song titled, Yo No Protesté (I did not protest or I did not complain). Andrés would like for us to take this song as an urgent call for self reflection and an invitation to re-evaluate our attitudes and actions as a people. He is urging the Puerto Rican people to take note that we are living in difficult times and as a people we need to start thinking as one.

To listen to the song please follow the link below.
Andrés Jiménez protesta por los despidos con nueva canción.

The song is from his new CD which is due for release during the first week in November. The album is titled, Desde Mi Balcón (From My Balcony).

Enjoy!

Sidenote: Thursday, October 15 - Support the national strike! Union federations in Puerto Rico have called a one-day island-wide strike.
To participate in New York or for further info, follow up at Efrain's Corner: PUERTO RICO IN CRISIS ... A message from Hiram Rivera Marcano.

Monday, October 12, 2009

I Was His Trigueñita

....because you could....(A repost for N.L.)
Gracias!!


I Was His Trigueñita

Few were the times
when I felt special
in my fathers eyes.
Moments when ice cubes danced
in glasses of liquid fire.
That was when I was his "trigueñita".
That's how he'd introduce me
in the heat of
tambores being banged
and plena bouncing off walls.
That's when he felt "nice",
when I felt proud
uneven afro and all
to be claimed as such.

Me - this child of concoctions.
Exotic and dark,
creamy milk chocolate
with shards of white diamonds
to adorn my African features.
Me - this child of soul,
with hair like Gillespie and Hughes
with rhythms of percussion and blues.
This sonorous bush of a child
was claimed
by the one man she adored most.

Rebeca L. Copyright © 2008


Tambores - drums
trigueñita - little brown girl - used as a term of endearment
Plena is a folkloric genre native of Puerto Rico. Its creation was influenced by African and Spanish music.

Sunday, October 11, 2009

Passing Along the Good Stuff: Mirrors

Many hours have been spent in the corners of bookstores, flipping through pages in cafes and at book readings and signings. So many hours spent on my travels with a book in hand, a magazine, a literary journal or my own spread of lined paper and pen. So sucked in I can get that a couple of times, I've even missed my train stop due to total engrossment of a well written piece.

Over the years I have learned to pull myself away from books I'm currently enjoying, so as not to miss my stop. Over the years I have also learned that I have a grand responsibility. That being, "passing along the good stuff". So often I've come across a book that is so phenomenal, on so many levels, that I just have to pass the info along. It just seems wrong if I didn't.

This week I've started reading, Mirrors: Stories of Almost Everyone by Eduardo Galeano. Such marvel in his writing. Such marvel in his style. Such marvel in writing history that is not to wordy or unappealing. The author of Open Veins of Latin America and Days and Nights of Love and War has indeed done it again! So if on your travels you find yourself with time to spare, I suggest you stop by the closest book store or library and grab yourself a copy.

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An excerpt from the book to quench your thirst:

A Feast On Foot

Adam and Eve were black?
The human adventure in the world began in Africa. From there, our ancestors set out to conquer the planet. Many paths led them to many destinies, and the sun took care of handing out colors from the palette.
Now the rainbow of the earth is more colorful than the rainbow of the sky. But we are all emigrants from Africa. Even the whitest of whites comes from Africa.
Maybe we refuse to acknowledge our common origins because racism causes amnesia, or because we find it unbelievable that in those days long past the entire world was our kingdom, an immense map without borders, and our legs were the only passport required.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

ABAKUÁ Returns to Tribeca

I come bearing great news!

ABAKUÁ returns to the Tribeca Performing Arts Center November 6th and 7th!

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For those of you who missed their performance this past summer at the Lincoln Center Out-of-Doors performance series, they are scheduled to dazzle you with an unforgettable show that will demonstrate the company's unique vision, talent and innovative spirit at the hands of renowned artistic, director and choreographer Frankie Martinez.

Get those tickets!

Location:
Tribeca Performing Arts Center at the Borough of Manhattan Community College
199 Chambers Street
New York, NY

For more information on the Dance group, please visit their website www.abakuadancers.com

And now for a little taste of what's in store....

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Marvin y su Mangoneo

Today marks the fifth year since Puerto Rican singer Marvin Santiago was last with us.
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December 26, 1947 - October 6, 2004

Marvin Santiago, also know as El Sonero del Pueblo died October 6, 2004 from complications of diabetes.

Marvin is one of my all time favorite salsa singers. When I think of Marvin, it reminds me of the medium I used to get closer to my dad. When I was younger, my dad and I had a very difficult relationship. I found it very difficult to relate to him. It was through singers and musicians like Bobby Cruz, Pete "El Conde" Rodriguez, Marvin Santiago, Eddie Santiago, La Fania and Johnny Pacheco (among others), that I was able to establish a relationship with him. Through simple talks of music and salsa, I was able to get to know a major piece of who my dad was, but it was through Marvin Santiago and El Mangoneo that we finally agreed about something for the first time. "El tipo esta tremendo!"

So today, I just want to spend the day listening to Marvin's tunes....gracias Marvin!


Another one of my favorite Marvin Santiago songs excuted wonderfully by Luisito Carrion and the Puerto Rican Masters....


Does it get any better?

Sunday, October 4, 2009

The Requerimiento

Shouting in alien tongues
abstract words
and perplexities of sorts,
they arrived on shore
like summertime ants
assaulting the calm of kitchen floors.

Oh recognize us –
citizens of ignorant acts,
as the saviors
and prophets
who shall bring peace upon your heads.

Oh recognize us –
and fear not words that befuddle
nor hands of jagged wreaths,
that graze upon the ample bosom
belonging to your wives and offspring.

In our postcards,
we shall brag of your beauty
as obvious as our heavenly given rights.
We shall sip of your coffee
sweeten our tongues
and flush your foreign words.

Fear not the fine print floating in the distance
citing clauses that slither
like poisonous rattlesnakes in the dark.

We’ve come to strip you,
correction –
we’ve come to revitalize you
like the coming of Spring.
Giving birth to form
breathing life into order
planting seeds of institutions
so as to sprout buds of a different breed.

Oh watch the blossom!
Backs bent in sweat
tears pooled in grief
torrents of yelps, moans and screams
but fear not,
for that is what the suckle is to the infant,
what the oasis is to the traveler.

Oh hear us!
Hear our hearts beat wildly
with the promise of fulfillment.

That was then.

Another portrait circulates.
Familiar angles disguised in the abstract.
Cleverly framed landscapes
and mosaics of a new world politics address
citizens
voters
advocates
petitioners
and more.

We here specialize in the freedom of stroke,
in the power of quenching thirsts,
in the rivers of choice.

Fear not
that your feet wade in cement
or that your parched soul
reaches through the mirror of water.
It looks like confusion.
It looks like struggle.
It looks like deceit.

A mother cashes in pockets of oaths
that dissolves like pink mist
as she attempts
spooning the promises to the nestled youth
cradled in her arms.
It looks like betrayal.

That was then
Or is that now?


By Rebeca L. Lucret Copyright © September 2009


While doing some research, I discovered a document that the Spanish used to assert their sovereignty over the natives of the lands that they conquered. The Requerimiento was written by Juan López de Palacios Rubios and I found this document quite disturbing for it's obvious reason, but also because in some ways some things still haven't changed. Granted, a most wonderful accomplishment happens everyday as we continue to promote, establish and follow through on our own personal ideas, projects and activities. However, we must keep in mind that it's a continuous struggle that ceases to have an end.

....Y seguimos!

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Oubao-Moin

Just spending my afternoon with the words of Puerto Rican poet, journalist and activist Juan Antonio Corretjer. In the meantime, my search for a copy of Obra Poetica or Yerba Bruja that won't break my pockets continues.....

Oubao-Moin (Isla de Sangre - Island of Blood)

El río de Corozal, el de la leyenda dorada.
La corriente arrastra oro. La corriente está ensangrentada.
El Río Manatuabón tiene la leyenda dorada.
La corriente arrastra oro. La corriente está ensangrentada.
El rio Cibuco escribe su nombre con letra dorada.
La corriente arrastra oro. La corriente está ensangrentada.
Allí se inventó un criadero. Allí el quinto se pagaba.
La tierra era de oro. La tierra está ensangrentada.
En donde hundió la arboleda su raíz en tierra dorada,
allí las ramas chorrean sangre. La arboleda está ensangrentada.
Donde dobló la frente india, bien sea tierra, bien sea agua,
bajo el peso de la cadena, entre los hierros de la ergástula,
allí la tierra hiede a sangre y el agua está ensangrentada.
Donde el negro quebró sus hombros, bien sea tierra o sea agua,
y su cuerpo marcó el carimbo y abrió el látigo su espalda,
allí la tierra hiede a sangre y el agua está ensangrentada.
Donde el blanco pobre ha sufrido los horrores de la peonada,
bajo el machete del mayoral y la libreta de jornada
y el abuso del señorito, allí sea tierra o allí sea agua,
allí la tierra está maldita y corre el agua envenenada.

Gloria a esas manos aborígenes porque trabajaban.
Gloria a esas manos negras porque trabajaban.
Gloria a esas manos blancas porque trabajaban.
De entre esas manos indias, negras, blancas,
de entre esas manos nos salió la patria.
Gloria a las manos que la mina excavaran.
Gloria a las manos que el ganado cuidaran.
Gloria a las manos que el tabaco, que la caña y el café sembraran.
Gloria a las manos que los pastos talaran.
Gloria a las manos que los bosques clarearan.
Gloria a las manos que los ríos y los caños y los mares bogaran.
Gloria a las manos que los caminos trabajaran.
Gloria a las manos que las casas levantaran.
Gloria a las manos que las ruedas giraran.
Gloria a las manos que las carreteras y los coches llevaran.
Gloria a las manos que las mulas y caballos ensillaran y desensillaran.
Gloria a las manos que los hatos de cabras pastaran.
Gloria a las manos que cuidaron de las piaras.
Gloria a las manos que las gallinas, los pavos y los patos criaran.
Gloria a todas las manos de todos los hombres y mujeres que trabajaron.
Porque ellas la patria amasaran.
Y gloria a las manos, a todas las manos que hoy trabajan
porque ellas constuyen y saldrá de ellas la nueva patria liberada.
¡La patria de todas las manos que trabajan!
Para ellas y para su patria, ¡Alabanza!, ¡Alabanza!

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Oubao-moin = n : Island of Blood.
The Dictionary Of The Spoken Taino Language

Monday, September 28, 2009

Colombia Promoting Tourism in NYC

So I'm still scheming on how to attend this trip to Colombia for El Carnaval De Barranquilla, but it's looking grim. I can't seem to work it out so that one area of my life doesn't realize I'm missing. Auggghh! However, today I did get a dose of Colombian culture right here in New York City and for free! Thank you 'Time Out New York'!

I was just in time for the Discover Colombia Through its Heart exhibit. The exhibition consisted of 7 giant hearts representing 7 relevant topics of the country. The event is part of a larger Colombia Tourism initiative involving 40 mobile hearts placed around New York City. After all, "it ain't all drugs", as one of the proud volunteers stated between giggles while handing me a bunch of thorn filled stems. The exhibit opened on September 22, 2009 and ended today September 28, 2009. It was developed to promote the country and encourage business and tourism.

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It was fantastic! They did an amazing job in making the information they wanted put out into the public creatively. A lot of the hearts were interactive with screens, headphones, lights, scents and taste attracting people with it's native artists, it's beautiful landscapes, its Noble-Prize-winning writer Gabriel Garcia Marquez, among other note-worthy individuals and fun facts. And oh freebies! Free Colombian grown flowers, coffee (which smelled great), literature as well as clothing pins. The only thing missing was the grand voice of Etelvina Maldonado.

Below are some of the pictures I took at the exhibit.



Aahh....to be Latina....Big Smile!




Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Bomba and Plena Workshops

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I'm hoping the "short one" and I make it to some of these workshops this time around...a ver....lets see.....maneuvering schedule....