sharper than a knife, curvy like a spoon
going to Brazil in a week
for a week
seeing carnival in rio
then competing in sao paulo
while many of our ancestors migrated to puerto rico from africa not many of us actually identify as black. PR has grown as its own nation and it varies from person to person but mostly we identify as spanish or hispanic
right, I mean, I know…that? I spent a while studying the region and my dad professionally studies the african diaspora and it’s kind of a part of many of my discussions growing up and later in academia.
a lot of hispanic/latino people do not identify as black (and there’s no specific reason to, unless you actually have no choice by virtue of being darker skinned) and I guess that’s what makes me uncomfortable
like. it’s not a matter of who is what percentage of what race, but identifying specifically as “non-black” that gets me. in the americas generally. and specifically latin america. I mean. its impossible to tell. and most people are a mix (especially in certain locations). and no one usually has a problem with being white hispanic. or even native hispanic. but there’s such a dissociation from blackness that seems rather social as opposed to literal, given the history of the region.
I mean. it gets to me as a black person, specifically as a yoruba person, because I hear cuban songs that use the actual living language of yoruba (grounded in west africa) and I also hear cubans claim themselves “obviously not black” but there’s nothing obvious in it because you just can’t know. and skin tone has nothing to do with it. (I mean, especially considering that there are many (dark skinned) black americans that are white as well in their paternal lines)
and I see brazilian culture with yoruba deities and I see the social inequality of Brazil with respect to race and it’s astounding. and it’s very pointed. and many brazilians do not claim that ancestry because it’s associated with slavery then and slums now. very heavy ties that haven’t been broken.
and like. all I mean to say by that. “just puerto rican” reads like “not as severe as blackness”
and that…really really hurts. coming from ancestry. that is pretty inextricably linked. whether by virtue of actual bloodlines, or shared experiences. just. that’s what I was feeling.
and I mean, it’s not just about how I feel. but there are a lot of sociological studies that examine the racial motivation behind the fact that latin americans readily identify as white. and really heavily dispute blackness. a distancing mechanism for socially heirarchical gain, usually. not that it has that conscious connotation to many now. but it always feels suggested when latino people kind of dismiss that direct tie.
idk. I’m not in your shoes.
i am afraid of certain times of day and certain types of weather
specific fits of clothes and specific skin tones
I’m scared of a legion of fictive villains and scared of being mistaken for them
I was at a concert for Richard Thompson last night and it was awesome and he’s super funny and entertaining and he sang with his kid who has an amazing voice and it was the cutest thing
but the demographic of the entire place was definitely 99% old and beardy and white/
and my friend and I are 21. surrounded by like 45-70 year olds
and I am quite literally the only black person, but even worse, the only not white person and
man, it has been a while since that happened (probably the last richard thompson concert tbh)
and like, I literally felt like I should be apologizing for infringing on their white space with my blackness. I felt very watched, very confounding.
all women were bigger and stronger than you
and thought they were smarter
women were the ones who started wars
too many of your friends had been raped by women wielding giant dildos
and no K-Y Jelly
the state trooper
who pulled you over on the New Jersey Turnpike
was a woman
and carried a gun
the ability to menstruate
was the prerequisite for most high-paying jobs
your attractiveness to women depended
on the size of your penis
every time women saw you
they’d hoot and make jerking motions with their hands
women were always making jokes
about how ugly penises are
and how bad sperm tastes
you had to explain what’s wrong with your car
to big sweaty women with greasy hands
who stared at your crotch
in a garage where you are surrounded
by posters of naked men with hard-ons
men’s magazines featured cover photos
of 14-year-old boys
tucked into the front of their jeans
and articles like:
“How to tell if your wife is unfaithful”
“What your doctor won’t tell you about your prostate”
“The truth about impotence”
the doctor who examined your prostate
was a woman
and called you “Honey”
you had to inhale your boss’s stale cigar breath
as she insisted that sleeping with her
was part of the job
you couldn’t get away because
the company dress code required
you wear shoes
designed to keep you from running
And what if
after all that
women still wanted you
to love them.
Is doing the hula cultural appropriation if you're not hawaiian? If so, why do hawaiians encourage the white people to do so at luaus?
Just dropping in - There’s actually a book called Aloha America: Hula Circuits Through the U.S. Empire, with this description:
It is not my culture so it isn’t my place to answer; however, I would venture to guess that non-indigenous Hawaiians doing the hula is cultural appropriation. I wouldn’t make the statement you have made that all Hawaiians encourage white people to engage but the one’s that do have their own reasons for doing so and it isn’t my place to comment on their choices. If an outsider is invited to participate in a cultural activity by the people of that culture, that is not appropriation. Appropriation would be outsiders doing the hula on their own and doing so in an unauthentic way.
Why might some people choose to invite outsiders into their culture:
- To establish a sense of familiar compassion with the settler/tourist. Fear of the unknown leads to oppressive behaviors so if the settlers get a taste of indigenous people’s culture they might be more inclined to act compassionately towards them.
- For representation and recognition: a way of preserving culture is to spread the educations about it. Perhaps settlers will bring with them their media and thereby giving indigenous peoples a chance to be represented in the media.
- To establish alliances with the settlers they know they cannot be rid of.
Aloha America reveals the role of hula in legitimating U.S. imperial ambitions in Hawai`i. […]
By the 1930s, Hawaiian culture, particularly its music and hula, had enormous promotional value. In the 1940s, thousands of U.S. soldiers and military personnel in Hawai`i were entertained by hula performances, many of which were filmed by military photographers. Yet, as Adria L. Imada shows, Hawaiians also used hula as a means of cultural survival and countercolonial political praxis. In Aloha America, Imada focuses on the years between the 1890s and the 1960s, examining little-known performances and films before turning to the present-day reappropriation of hula by the Hawaiian self-determination movement.
We had this book in my Hawaiian History class, along wtih Noenoe K. Silva’s Aloha Betrayed: Native Hawaiian Resistance to American Colonialism! Try checking either of these out if you’re curious! I’m sure there are plenty of many more resources on Hawai`i and history and appropriation of hula as well!