Fernandito y La Verguenza

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1. Lo Sagrado y La Vergüenza 2. La canción «Compañera» de Fernandito Villalona siempre me ha encantado por lo obvio; la voz del Mayimbe, la composición y las letras. La voz y la composición funcionan como el sol alumbrando las palabras. Y las palabras, bajo la luz, se oyen claramente haciendo sombras ambiguas. La canción «Compañera» [….]

Thank You Letter To Prisca Dorcas Mojica Rodriguez

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Dear Prisca, For the past few days, restlessness has overcome me and I now know that it is time for me to start spilling; I can no longer balance this hurt in my body. Your writing has helped me shift into a phase of healing that brought a certainty that I would be back. I [….]

Liberatory Afro-Latinidad: a Q and A experiment

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Over the last few weeks, I’ve had a lot more time than usual to think and rant away. One of the conversations that I keep having with my closest friends, many of whom happen to Afro-Latinx, goes something like this: Me: You ready?! Friends: We ready!! Me: For black liberation, land ownership, collective farming and [….]

“Love and Hip-Hop’s Amara La Negra, Afro-Latinos and How Some African Americans View Us.”

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When I started my professional career, I worked for numerous black media organizations. Many who worked there would look at my name and say: “Claudio? Why is your name Claudio? And your last name is Cabrera!?” They didn’t view Claudio Eduardo Cabrera as an African American sounding name so were immediately wondering where I was [….]

Mami odio mi Pelo-Anyiné Galván-Rodríguez

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A few years back, when my daughter Leila was five years old, she came home from school with a somber face. As usual, I asked about her day eager to hear another funny Kindergarten story. However, this time there was no typical ten minute- long Kindergarten story full of long pauses, stutters, and tangents. Instead, [….]

Etiquetas en mis Caderas?!-Karolyn Castro

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Iniciaba el año 2005 y mi trabajo me exigía viajes constantes fuera del país. No era ajena a los aeropuertos, las medidas de seguridad o como empacar de manera eficiente e impecable una maleta. Sin embargo, aquel viaje era diferente, iría por primera vez al continente Europeo y me emocionaba, aunque iba a trabajar, conocer [….]

Me Cansé-Yoaska Diaz

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Me cansé de tantas muertes, del silencio que se hace cómplice, de los gritos que se ahogan bajo la ley. Me canse de las lagrimas de las familias, de la impotencia de las que se quedan por miedo, por los hijos, por su incapacidad de creer en su poder. Me canse de ser perra, puta, [….]