Real Magic in October..


A few weekends ago, (10/18/13) I had the pleasure to once again enjoy a free concert performance at the Luckman Fine Arts Complex on our CSULA campus, and I have to say, if you’ve never experienced a show here, please do! This time around I saw the sister soul act from France, Les Nubians. The show was phenomenal! The energy these women displayed reached out and swallowed up the audience transporting us to a dreamland of the feminine eternal where love reigned supreme and critical analysis trumped shallow vanity. I bobbed in my seat, playing a game of translation in my head to decipher not only the words they sang, but also their meanings. Since I speak more Franglish than I do French, I had my work cut out for me.

I understood probably 65% of what was being said in French the entire night, but the moment both women in Les Nubians raised their clenched fists overhead to salute the family of Trayvon Martin, everyone got the message. They continued to urge the audience not to forget the struggle for social justice and the need for a revolution. At that moment I felt a rush of emotions; pride, renewed rage…solidarity. These mother, art-ducaters** were on stage once again raising awareness around the same issues they addressed 15 years ago on their debut album Les Nubiennes Princesses. They were drawing parallels on the social and political climates of America to that of a quickly regressing France. All of this in between every two to three music sets performed, and how they did perform!  A few songs resonated with me in the way we all know music can, touching gently and leaving an impression on you that will last far after the song ends. When the poem/song “Je Suis Une Femme**,” was delivered, I am certain every self identified woman in the room felt a sense of pride and power as Les Nubians sang of women as the only separation between man and God; the perpetuators of humanity.

They shook our senses and awakened our emotions with music, then planted seeds in the subconscious mind surrounding women’s rights, racism, female majesty, food and social justice, immigration reform and humanity’s need for love. By the latter half of the show the artists were barefoot, dancing their way through dancehall reggae and (masaka) rhythms with the audience, myself included, taking part. Even with a language barrier between over half of the audience and themselves, Les Nubians transcended through their music and delivered a truly magical show


Stop Hatin’ On Yourself!

Why are such hurtful words used in the friendliest of terms? I hear the N word constantly being used amongst all ethnicities and as an African American woman something turns inside me when someone uses it. I think to myself, what would my ancestors who fought so hard and even died for my rights, think of this careless use of a word that oppressed our ancestors for generations. I imagine they would feel as if their work will never be done because now this disrespect for African American history is natural and accepted for everyone to use at their leisure.

Candi Marsh, Engineering Computer Science & Technology Academic Advisor, says she choose not to say it out of respect for her grandmother and the hatred she went through growing up. Many of our grandmothers and other relatives faced racism. Racism is not something that only existed 300 years ago. It is an immortal parasite that continues to feed off the hatred and ignorance of others. This issue may not seem like a big deal for everyone but it becomes a big issue when a stranger becomes upset with my 14 year old brother and decides to call him a “nigger” because my brother won an online game against him. This is why I choose not to use this type of language. For too long have black people been the victims of self-hate and we need to learn how to love ourselves and not allow other people to hate us.

We, the youth, need to set the standards by saying we live above the norm others have created. Do not let allow parasites to use you. Realize and understand what you say before you say it.