(Actress-MC, activist, director, singer, slammer, researcher and spoken word artist, Sao Paulo)
Johannesburg Gold Diggers Here we are digging for what's hidden What's in the depth In the root Digging for the gold Of the golden truth.
FRAGMENT 2 :
Hage and hate.
"Die pig!" It was all I could think after ten minutes in front of a television in the Apartheid Museum that was showing the image of Verwoerd, the minister of Apartheid, blood pouring from the nose and mouth after a murder attempted in 1960.
The attempt failed. I subsequently learned that six years later, he had been stabbed to death. And in some hidden recondite of my being, again I gave the verdict: he got what he deserved.
"Emotional issues are political issues", the words of Professor Achille Mbembe still echo in my mind. Fact: to deal with racism's subjects, is to deal with hate. Poisoned blood. The powerful energy that fits like a glove for the purposes of destruction. And still so powerful, that it can also construct. So, how ought we to deal with this ?
That's where art comes in. Society needs the voices of its poets, discourses plucked out of the erosion of utility, that can act in an "out of time" field, or as a "time machine" (as our Neo magician Muyanga remembered). Something that can direct such tectonics; violent, vengeful and painful energies to a creative cry of liberty. That's the vital importance of James Brown's tribal scream, the deep 20 minutes trance that Fela let's us intp, the "Get up! Stand up!" of Bob Marley's instruction, the beats from Kool Herc, Bambaataa and Grandmaster Flash and the entire the hip-hop revolution. All the blues, the jazz, samba and capoeira. Those are all medicine for bodies and minds mistreated and sick, full of fury and rage. The frequency of this poetics of culture gives voice to the voiceless. This is the injected antidote into the veins that works faster than anything. A verse by Racionais Mc's (the most important and prolific rap band in Brazil) can wash away the inferiority complex of a 14 year old boy, built by 400 years of slavery. I saw, and I see this happening everyday. Boys taking pens rather than guns, and spitting their rage with words. Still violent, still aching, but living instead of dying. And letting live rather than killing.
Well. This is nothing new. This is not genius. Maybe I may have written it to convince myself that art is still a way forward. So I do not give up when face to face with my own hatred. I did not succumb face to face with my own individualism and cowardice. In the end I'm one more someone who tries to live in this turbulent world. Simple and complex. Like poetry.
In honor of Ms Angela
"Good evening The poem that I'll share with you now is something I wrote some time ago, in 2003, and at that time I had no idea that one day I would be traveling through South Africa on a bus with all these wonderful people, knowing this amazing land and learning the history of their leaders, such as Nelson Mandela, Steve Biko, the Sisulus, and many others. And I could never imagine that Professor Angela Davis would be on this trip.
This is a privilege. A blessing. Having here someone who, like all these great leaders, did so much for us. And that, as these great leaders, sacrificed their lives, their freedom in the name of our.
Looking at you right now, Ms Angela, I think how urgent it is that our ideas again become dangerous. As your ideas were and still are. How were the ideas of all the leaders of which we spoke here Yes, you are right: "This is our time"
And this poem I wrote has to do with this feeling. Trying to be useful to my country, to my community, to combat racism. I'll say it in Portuguese because I really want to do it 'by heart', but let me first explain what it is about.
The poem is called "Diáspora." And in this case Diaspora is as an entity that will be moving and sweeping entire unconsciousnesses, oblivion, fear, inferiority complexes, and going, going, going and goes finding those dead and living leaders on the way , waves at them, thanks them, asks them the blessing, and then going, and going and finally asks for the license and the blessing of the orixás so we can continue on the way, struggling and protected from all evil and those who conspire against us account and freedom. That's more or less it...
So now Ms Angela, we offer you this poem as a way to pay our tribute and as a way to express all our gratitude, love and respect for everything that you have done for us and for all that you represent to us.
Abrem-se as portas E a diáspora se levanta Espanta A dor, o medo, a dúvida Desconfianças Inseguranças Complexos de inferioridade Inconsciência Esquecimento Não dá mais pra disfarçar A hora é agora Chegou o momento Identidade Qual é a sua? Quem é você? Seus pais? E os pais de seus pais? Qual a origem da sua cultura? De onde vieram seus ancestrais? Pois respeitar quem veio antes É ensinar quem vem depois Conhecer a história Ativar a memória Saber quem é quem Dar nome aos bois:
Ângela Davis, Luiza Mahin, Patrick Lumumba, Amílcar Cabral, Solano Trindade, Mestre Irineu, Malcolm X e James Brown Steven Biko, João Cândido, Huey. Bob Marley, P. Newton, Nelson Mandela, Marthin Luther King, pastor na vida e na morte, guerreiro da marcha, da libertação e de todos os mártires da paz perseguida.
Abolicionistas, guerrilheiros, lutadores, guerreiros, quilombolas E todos os que lutaram e deram a vida pra que pudéssemos estar aqui agora. Neste momento, entramos em cena, pedimos a todos a participar E no passado nos foi concedida a permissão para começar Planto os meus santos, abro o meu canto Me visto de fé, de amor e de paz Vejo uma estrela se aproximando Toda a grandeza dos orixás O brilho da lua, do ferro e do fogo A terra, a lama, o vento e o mar Peço licença e vou chegando Respeito e humildade Eu quero é cantar
The doors are opened And the Diaspora rises Despises The pain, the fear, the doubt Disparities Insecurities Inferiority complexes thoughtlessness forgetfulness It can't be disguised anymore The time is now The moment has arrived Identity What's up? Who are you? Your parents The parents of your parents and on , and on What's the origin of your culture? Where did your ancestors come from? Because to respect those who came before Is to teach those who after come (come after?) To activate the history To activate the memory To know who is who Who is here, who is gone:
Ângela Davis, Luiza Mahin, Patrick Lumumba, Amílcar Cabral, Solano Trindade, Mestre Irineu, Malcolm X e James Brown Steven Biko, João Cândido, Huey. Bob Marley, P. Newton, Nelson Mandela, Martin Luther King, Minister in life and death, Warrior of the march of liberation And of all the martyrs of the pursued peace
Abolitionists, warriors, fighters, quilombolas we take a bow And all of those who have struggled and have given their lives so that we could be here now In this moment, we get on the scene, and ask everybody to take part And in the past has been given to us the permission to start
I plant my saints I open my song I dress myself with faith, love and peace I see a star approaching All the greatness of the orishas The shine of the moon, of the iron and of the fire The land, the mud, the wind and the sea I ask permission and come Respect and humbleness All I want is to sing.
FRAGMENT 4 :
The chants of the Mothers of Waters.
Nanã the grandmother, Lady of the mysteries of life and death, of standing water, lakes and mud. Ê vovó , ê vovó, ê vovó, ê vovó Ê vovó É vovó que vai que vem vovó Ê vovó Nanã, Nanã, Nanã, Nanã, Nanã, Nanã Ê vovó
Iemanjá, the Queen of the Sea, representes motherhood and love is the "owner of heads".
Iemanjá é a rainha do mar Iemanjá é a rainha do mar Iemanjá é a rainha do mar Iemanjá é a rainha do mar Salve o povo , Salve Ela Salve meu Pai Oxalá Salve Oxossi, salve os guias Salve Ogum Beira Mar
Oxum, the Godess of Rivers and Waterfalls. The owner of gold, intimacy, beauty, youth.
Aiê iê, Aiê ie Aiê iê Mamãe Oxum Aiê iê Oxumaré
FRAGMENT 5 :
What really matters
my gratitude for all that is gone, and still is about to come that opened new spaces in my mind that opened new spaces in my heart that gave me so much treasures and gave me the opportunity to share it in the end, that is still the beginning, we've learned a little bit more about ourselves, about this crazy world, about how and who, about when... about revolution, hate, struggle and faith