Skapatorio Avenue

–Dethrone the indoctrinators
poverty makers, corporate conquistadors, matadors of the marginalized. Por fabor don’t
ever open up your eyes. The truth
has never been fetishized.–

Out of the debris of colonialism, followed by the wreckage of a short lived incoherent decolonization policy of Dutch territories in the Caribbean arose a contingent of working class heroes, intellectuals, activists and politicians. All aiming to better the lives of the forgotten exploited by the unforgiven power elite. In the past, every fresh fearless voice waging a war of seditious words and actions against the Creole Dutch capitalist mythology would unfortunately bow down and kiss the ring of the exploiting hands of hierarchy to some extend or be condemned by its own people as a destabilising fool for trying to alter their labor class discomfort.

The anti-establishment icons convincing the strugglers to walk with them on a journey of outhustling the puppeteers. Those that pull the strings of the politicians, the merchant aristocrats of old and new money who seek to expand their profit margins over the backs of the working class.
Some of these heroes and heroines that succeeded to uproot or shake down the capitalist infrastructure in the 20th century were: Felix Chakutoe and his dockworker union Liga San Telmo (1922). Roman Catholic priest Amado Römer the main man of faith that founded many unions and created leadership on different levels of the disaffluent universe.

Capturing the image and dissecting the human influence to effect social change is necessary. Standing up for labor rights had Chakutoe doing 3 years in jail, Römer was boycotted by his own catholic church and the holy financial ghost elite that crippled and banned his smooth natural stroll towards becoming the first bishop of color. A passionate independence and Africana awareness stance taken by Joceline Clemencia in the mid nineties was mediatically depicted as being the spiteful Black woman trapped in the past.

Grand culturalist Elis Juliana describes these unruly vocalizers heeding what’s it like to go through the belly of the ship battles of life in a poem: “Just arrived, fresh from Africa, black folks tamed and stigmatized with hot irons in perfect conditions (some females already pregnant by hungry pirates). Created by laws of the Dutch European god with the sole purpose to carry just like any tool or agriculture tools heavy burdens of all kinds of work on the fields or at home, for a lifetime. Until its last breath as property of their masters.”

–Nobody can escape from the minefields of mental colonization unharmed. Not a single person walks Skapatori avenue without a cicatrise.
But freedom feathered wings will spread and rise above a world of neo-W.I.C. alpargata dancing oppression.–

Flamboyantly articulating the fallacies of Dutch-Creole capitalism, devoted to decry The Hague’s coloniality theory edifying the spirits of Black people Helmin Wiels prooved just like his predecessors on the come up that the liberty grind is a serious thing. Besides the frailty, pretu-ness reigned fierce.

To build an armada of independence believers you have to throw the political pedagogy for the blue-collar workers into the mix. Unshackling the intelligentsia state of mind from thinking that sipping happy hour mojitos at St.Tropez is more important than sharing knowledge, grounding with Soto habitants on a friday evening. Its about troops of high-heeled bourgeois ladies sticking out their well manicured middle fingers against the selfish hyper-consumption class, creating apprenticeships for young teenage mothers guiding them through motherhood. Its persuading mega-rich Black glitterati to invest in cooperative networks flourish working class wealth and dismantling artificial economies. That’s vintage Wiels philosophy.

Adding caged academic value to the galvanized established white populist frame that Wiels was the biggest threat to our democracy and media bombardments with anti-independence rhetoric to keep a nation inside that Dutch docile doctrine has been a played out stratagem. Black faces painted white like pantomimes propagandizing a colorless society where 21st century Dutch white supremacy in the tropics doesn’t need in depth academic analysis. The intellectual embargo to deconstruct it stands firm undeniably.

Tula, as sociologist Jandi Paula sketches the national libertador, in his 1795 revolt report was after the betrayal captured and tied onto a cross and was from head to feet broken upon the wheel, then he was scorched in the face, while his head was finally cut off and put on the gallow. A scene of horror to inculcate fear into the hearts of the enslaved Africans.

The last carnal breath of Wiels got exhaled on Martin Luther King boulevard. An intellectual execution squad’s attempt to spawn a carnage of peoples socio-economic metamorphosis sovereignty flopped. Notwithstanding the political hysteria it caused the communal truth distribution must continue. The decolonial activism will heighten.

Fear doesn’t exist, its a weakened courageous nature what many experience. That’s what social pugilist Magno been saying. “It don’t depend on your degrees or your résumé, it all depends on your chest.”

Change has always been chaperoned by bloodshed. Whether that is the cutting of umbilical cords of future revolutionary youth, words that wound the aristocrats or bloodied up streets that proclaim a society of equality from a preying, pillaging business elite.

–Hit the ‘Agan’
for a new economic order,
martyrdom forces smile upon you.
The age of contrition haunts the other you inside of you. The unpardoned for the first time ’bout to eat Funchi and Kalaluh.–

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Kantado Mayo 2014

TriunfoDiSablika_KantadoMayo-Sorayda

Sorayda St.Jacobs i Grupo Sembra Respet Kosecha Bida

Un kompilashon dje letranan di tur partisipantenan di Kantado Mayo 2014:

“Bai mi ta bai mi tei promove kultura awe. Paso ta yanga e ta yanga.
Ayariba, sigi pusha bai un tiki mas.
Ate ko’ ate ko’, ate ko’,

Habri bo tuma, e yu di tera ta di bo
Laga nos no drumi perde ariba.

Si t’awe ta manan, Korsou nos tin ku tene un man. Palu fuerte, hende ta balente. Nos ta e rais.

Tapushi ta bai laira, no tene berguensa, sintibu orguyoso
laga nos bos resona, pueblo ekspresa

Shimaruku ta pari ku awa
Kibrahacha ta floria na tempu

Stoi tete tete, ban pa nos kana
Bo dia t’awe, bo ora ta awo
Korda gai ta kanta na ora

Ku sodo di mi frente ma sende lus den skuridat.

Pa kada un simya un eksperiensia
Danki na kunuku nos tei selebra
Kosecha di goso
Si bo ke kambio
bola bin aden
Ai brasa bo ruman
pa forma un tranke

Tobo Yawalu, dal e remente
Ala ka ta ka ta, Ala ka ta ka ta
Mi tobo dal e pami
Gruña pami
Ala ka ta ka ta
Ala ka ta ka ta

Un brisa nobo,
Mi ta bistibu na mi pia alpargata
Kompañami ne kosecha mangasina
Djawelo, alpargata yudami koncha
Mi tin ku yega. Zja Zja, Zja, Zja, Zja Zja.

E ira di solo, tende kueru yore
solo, e ta seka lagrima
Nada di mas nunka ta bon

Tende kachu ta supla ei
Seu awe Seu su manise
No tin kwenti pretu ni kwenti blanku
Yu di Korsou mi ta
Mi stima mi ruman mi’n por lage kai

Chapi a wordu krea pa kaba ku shimaron. Nan Dos. Chapi ku bari ta yamabu afo. Nan Dos. E kurpa keinta, sanger keinta. Shon Grandi a duna nos.

Sekura ta pretende ku e pueblo ta di dje. Awaseru ta kore ku sekura. Shi shi shi shi kwe. Shi kwe.

Dawaka
Separa maishi foi bagas pa kome awe
Kòrsou b’a hecha atrobe
Nos herensia mi ta bai karge, na pia mes. Nos ta bai bute den laira pa mundu por mire. Djawe Djawelo
Tembla, tembla lage tera tembla.”

Grupo i kantantenan:

Grupo Ritmiko Sablika:
Marystella”Lady Ella” Bernabela,
Tera a produsi.

Naftaley Pieternella,
Ayariba ta su lugá.

Hoben na Timon:
Gylmar “Jimmy the Kid” Concencion,
Ta barí ku chapí ta ruman.

Stacy Godie,
Un kansion pami seú.

Germain Genaro,
Ku forsa di mi tera, rais nan t’ei.

Furgell Wijngaarden,
Kantadó mayó kanta bo seú

Grupo Power:
Jurella Nita,
Kòrsou ata bo ora.

Grupo Ritmiko Den Dam:
Sorviensky Bonevacia,
Ban hibámi den marcha di Seú.

Christepher Angela,
Danki na Kunuku.

Cariñitos:
Gilion Hanrietta,
Kòrsou e dia yega.

Hoben Positivo i Aktivo:
Dinette Capriles,
Kosecha di goso.

Rumichel Marchena,
Tranké Humano.

Sharnice Aitatus,
Awe tambú t’ei Yawalu.

Rachid Felida,
Sigui mi (Seú ta bai sigui mi).
Heinrich “Richi Rich” Pieter,
Pidi haña.

Tipiko Quality Sound:
Shurlisa Adoptie,
Alpargata.
Jiviencely Isei,
Den Solo.

Grupo Ritmiko Bakano:
Naomi Alexina,
Hala serka bin duna un man.

Sembra Respet Kosecha Bida:
Eric Jacobino
Kunuku di Papai.

Reuben van Lierop,
Yu’I Kòrsou mi ta.

Sorayda St Jacobs,
Nan dos.

Shalomi Baromeo,
Kore ku Sekura.

Animashon Kultural:
Edson Carlo
Kunuku Kòrsou.

Angelo Libinia,
Djawe na Pilon.

Marilou Djaoen-Boeldak
Hala bola, Hala mara
manera un funchi

Grupo ritmiko Gye Nyame
Nadursy Geertruida
Kòrsou b’a hecha atrobe

Grupo ritmiko
Gye Nyame:
Sharrel Denisia,
Riba mi tera.

Karabela:
Rudaylison Doran, Na pia me

Givienca “Gigi” Clotida, Kolog’é den laira

Grupo Kompèr:
Ishahier Monte, Tembla Tera

Flying Free

Unionizing the amor ku amor payback workers. Harry Zimmerman screamed fuera Satanas in churches trying to keep Tula out because of his color. Mixed hues up in the lucha for freedom marches taking back his honour.

Boka Sami saint, all halo’d up like a 7 rayed rainbow.
Krioyo tones.
Such a melodic voice prowess.
Super Dynamic Blackness.
Triple crowned Tumba king.
Abracadabra pregonero prince
You know what I mean.

Te- de- dei- bo- ka- chei
Te- de- dei- bo- ka- chei
Weinato- wilding out.
Improvisational clout.
Gentleman you looked so worried,
I saw the lady just tell you goodbye. Seu riddims kissed the Banda Bou sky. You stayed stuck muñeca.
Pega peikis, Zim Zam Zoem in the 70s and 80s.

Guh leh guh leh guh lah
Bazjaaaan KarpaaaataaaA
Awe nos ta kantaaa

‘Ma los un bala
Ma saka mi revolver
Ma saka mi chikoti
Lembe ku palu
Ma lanta loko’
Tambu stories
He woke up crazy
Was just a dream yo
He tried to kill colonial inferiority cancer with musical-culturalist chemo.

Un grupo di katibu mei mei
Ever since I was a youngin’ I be defending Curacao with my goddess-given talent. Harry dawaka, give me a chance. Remember, I’m with the people.

Zjogoro,
Saminero home remedies, drinking
shark oil with a slice of orange.
Makamba said: I can’t hear y’all
’73 groovy, groovy bell bottoms, platforms, afros in the Roxy winning big with Win Coffie’s posse.

Ya thought you could change the world your moms is still straight crying. Fea como tu, unhappy woman.
Rasta man fled the yard, left his herbs. Babylon be coming. But it cannot defeat the krioyo Korsou giant. So dance and gosa, chabelitu in the carosa.

Ba sinti dushi,
ba sinti duuuushiiii
Ba sinti dushi,
ba sinti duuuushiiii

Harry Zimmerman 1950-2014

[Special thanks to Pachi Damon, Gibi Doran, Patrick Martijn at MAS99]

The Impossibilities of Fusilading Souvereignty

Anthems of Blackness
echoing from
poor households
with melodic notes
in the key of
sustainable mid-level
slumlords.
Golden passion for
Pan Americano trucks.
The benefactress of
Dutch colonial lust as
she walks, beloved,
bemusing the Bourgeois
gliding off colourblind
classless rainbows.
Take a shot wise, at the
self-appointed vintage
ride-or-die whiteness
custodians.
Peep that
first ladies club
romanticizing
cosmetic charities
experimented on
corrugated zinc
fences communities
induced by elitist guilt
escapism theories.
-You see, my aunt
lost her foodstamp fetish
now she taking
Carlos Dip legal literacy classes.-
Next year receiving awards
for pilgrimage dropping poverty rates
Funeral processions on Skalo’s corporate financial avenue,
a testament of the end of
a wooden shack skyline era.

Somewhere a central bank president need socio-economic reform schooling.

and racial supremacy run-ins
with catastrophed boardroom bullies
are not recognized as such by
indentured intellectuals loyal to creoleconomic empires

‘Lolo kensnei’ need to
do the knowledge, wisdom
and understanding
That
Blood money
don’t reap
silver fleets.

Dòktor ken ta rekorde ainda?

Karikaktura di Dr.Da Costa-Gomez den revista semanal Lorito 1 di oktober 1948

Karikaktura di Dr.Da Costa-Gomez den revista semanal Lorito 1 di oktober 1948

Ora nos ninga di yaya nos historia, kanta gloria di nos baluartenan, spiritunan rebelde, muhenan, hombernan, hobennan ku a briya den presensia aki nos ta defrouda nos mes pasado i futuro den un labatiba sin muchu identidat pa lanta na dje.

Mr. dr. Moises Frumencio da Costa Gomez su fecha natal tabata ayera 27 di oktober (1907-1966). Un dje figuranan politiko mas importante di siglo 20, e molina tras di e disenjo ‘negosha’ di Statuut 1954 ku a duna Aruba, Boneiru, Korsou, Statia, Saba, St. Maarten komo federashon ulandes un grado di outonomia i gobernashon propio despues di un era fastioso di kolonisashon pia abou.

Su historia, kon ela lanta, krese bai studia dal den personanan ku a influensia su karakter te pe bira un emansipado pe pueblo margina no ta muchu konosi te dia djawe. E fundashon ku ta karga e nomber di Dòktor tabata trahando riba un buki di dje i un busto ora universidat di Korsou lo keda kambia pa risibi e nomber di Dòktor. Lo ta bon si pa inspira e generashon hoben pero tambe adulto i mayor di edat ku (nunka a keda kultiva) no tin gana di lesa pa traha un dokumentario di dje.
Lider di partido PAIS Alex Rosario ku ta presidente dje fundashon i lider di partido Nashonal Humphrey Davelaar no por tin niun opstakulo finansiero riba nan kaminda pa nan informa, eduka i emansipa e pueblo tokante e personalidat di Dòktor.

No tin ‘skei trabou’ den e mundu politiko di konsientisa. No por para un proseso di emansipashon i mester tin mas linjanan stret ku prensa pa rekorda pueblo e dia aki i su nifikashon. Tin asina tantu historia pa konta pero Nashonalistanan i sigidonan di Dòktor mes ta soru ku e hombu aki su legasia ta bai perdi.

Pueblo tin ku hanja sa kon Dòktor a influensia sindikalismo, religion ku obispo i iglesia katoliko. Kon ela usa stratagia pa ‘negosha’ Statuut ku gobiernu ulandes i otro islanan i Surnam. Kon su bista tabata pa region Karibe, Latina Amerika. Den kwa forma ela atende ku elite ekonomiko. Su relashon i karakter den prensa kon por deskribi esei. Su kontaktonan ku e pueblo. Un dje kosnan ku tin debate eterno riba dje ta kisorto di vishon di independensia e ta tin? Ki sorto di vishon ekonomiko e ta tin, ki filosofia finansiero? E historia riku di Dòktor ta sklama pa keda plama mei mei di pueblo den formanan moderno di komunikashon sosial konstantemente den un malchi kreativo skibi pero mas importante oudio-visual den un lenga di pueblo.

Si nos no alsa nos mes hendenan ku nan legasia por yuda di traha un malchi fuerte di identidat pa konstrui un pais sosial disiplina ken lo hasie pa nos? E vra di un pueblo debil na balor historiko lo hera trampa pa repitie di nobo nunka.

Stitch Yo Lips

Political Willemstad brothel babies owned by
Money moguls
ulcered and angered by
100.3FM social change vocals
Bumping out ya speakers and tv screens.
Its 2003 pulling up in
A white beat up Mazda
Rastas, cleaning ladies throw their fists up. Middle class philosophers
Arm-chair revolutionaries take sips from the Lamunchi-Smirnoff
elders say in the 50s we had
Doktor Da Costa Gomez,
60s Godett, Brown, Nita
80s Don Martina, Maria
Now he popped up
A Black radical leader
Back when Gonzalo was
still a Chavista
And Priest Amado Romer would unleash his fury upon captains of industry at church Santa Famia.
Remember radio’s
used to censor Wiels
afraid to lose
corporate sponsorships,
Moribund media enslaved by
creole capitalism politics,
‘hode’ what a mess.

Visualisando, Kaida di Kapitalismo Krioyo

E prome djadumingu den luna di mei.
Un matansa na Marie Pompoen unda
sanger a sprengu manchando e kapitalismo krioyo. Un boutismo spiritual di Helmin Wiels pa inougura e komienso di un era nobo sin e sistema kapitalista, un ekonomia di wisi-was abusivo i diktadura finansiero kaminda ta ekploita, chupa bo plaka i en kambio bo no tin niun donder di bisa.
Un elite blanku i pretu ku ya pa un siglo i mei a primi, bati den kabes di hende -ku nan ta mira komo katibu ekonomiko- e sonjo di pega pa plaka te kos pa yag riba. E mentalidat di ‘Campo’: “Mi ta chinga ki ora mi ke, ku ken ku mi kier, mi no mester di amor, mi tin sen.” E hipnose di ritmo kombina, comeback, trap, house, bachata, bebiendo, baliando e baila di ‘Chinina Kome Lubida’.

Den e regimen kapitalista no tin espasio pa hende manera Wiels ku ta desea di mira su hende organisa, para pa su derechinan, habri nan boka, i prospera subiendo e trapi sosial den bida. Den edukashon un studiante tin ku keda mitar bobo un zumbi den banki skol sigiendo ordu di su dosentenan i direktiva di skol. E mes no por stur i influensia e direkshon di dunamentu les i kontenido, ki sorto di buki e ke. Kontra su boluntat e ta wordu eduka pa pensa i aktua sumiso, un marioneta ku tin ku obedese ne orden i pedidu di ekonomia enbes di krea i kana un ruta ekonomiko nobo ku ta drei riba dignidat di hende.
Esaki ta e kambionan pa 2013 ku ta nesesario pa Korsou krea otro tipo di hende. Sin un otro malchi di personanan nos ta kai den mesun trampa i sklabisando nos mes.

E kapitalismo krioyo meskla ku un sneif diki di ulandes no ta permiti e klase trahado pa inventa un otro forma di ekonomia ku ta yuda e hende sali for di e sirkulo visioso di salario minimo, hopi trabao pero tiki paga ku violashon di labor na ordu di dia tur santu dia.

E sistema mester di su popchinan e momentu ku e ta keda kwestiona e ta skupi bo afo, herida bo, hasi bofon di bo, laga bo komo un paria dilanti bo komunidat. E ta bube-fika ku perfekshon via korant, televishon, radio, internet ku mayoria bja e pueblo ta keda manzu, e por sulfura den prensa, hasi un protesta aki aya pero e kambionan grandi pa laga e sirkulashon di plaka den ekonomia i finansas traha na benefisio di e pueblo no ta sosode fasil. Kambio ta nifika kaida di nan imperionan. Un adapshon chiki lo a bendishona miles di hende pero e filosfia ku pueblo mester keda pober mane raton di kerki ta ketu bai vigente.

Ta tin periodonan ku bo tabata sintiendo un apertura, un buraku chikitu den e forti di fiserei finansiero a keda bora. E dede di Helmin Wiels a kuminsa primi, pusha buskando maneranan pa remodela e sistema kapitalista. Nan a korta su dede afo. Pero a sobra hopi dedenan mas i despues di un silensio di kwater luna nan tin ku kuminsa mustra riba e abusu i e agonia ku e sistema ta kousa. E dedenan tin ku kinipi e inventornan dje sistema kapitalista krioyo, e dedenan tin ku buta respet i hala e gai ku nan skopet spiritual.

Curaçao North Sea Jazz Festival and The Black Working Class Cleansing Be Bop

The Black bourgeoisie booty don’t lie as their coldheartedness bundled with the white elite towards the working-class and struggling youth pops out the closet while selfishly reaching its musical climax with the fourth edition of Curacao North Sea Jazz festival together with Dutch + Latino wealthy locals and tourists from mostly the Netherlands, Suriname and South America. A festival that boosts our economy with approximately $40 million. A personal investment of +/- $5 million by the creator, offshore czar Gregory Elias. A multi-millionaire with a philantropic sway, wanting to see his island get that tourist money during off-season.

This years roster like all the previous ones has a big U.S. Black artists presence. Names like Prince, Gladys Knight, Diana Ross, Herbie Hancock, Esperanza Spalding, Erykah Badu, The Roots and Raphael Saadiq. The Black and white creole elite just like the Curacao International Film Festival Rotterdam (also organized by Gregory Elias) had no interest in promoting the U.S. Black artists to the Black working-class and youth through radio, tv or social media channels. Its been like that all these four years plus there has never been one marketing campaign aimed at African-American tourists which instantly could make this event a profitable one as it still never ever broke even all these years.

The reason why they prefer not to target the U.S. Black tourism market
is not that clear but it evidently is galvanized in racial motives resembling the whole -mostly white dominated- tourism sector of Curacao that has a gigantic Blackness-phobia tattoed on its Dutch colonized face. They spend millions on Dutch and German tourists but refuse to invest in the Black diaspora living in the United States who with the right tailor made marketing would come to visit and feel home away from home.

Artists based in Holland that were born here or grew up like Kris Berry and Kizzy McHugh should engage with the Black working class and youth from disadvantaged neigbourhoods or at least lace DJ’s with promo songs to start and maintain their tunes buzzing. Make them understand what that Jazz sound is all about expand their love for other sorts of music.
Percy Pinedo the PR-man for the Jazz fest mentioned that people should be educated on different genres of music, if Elias really wants to start seeing revenues stream his way he need to broaden his so-called philantropical horizon and cater to the struggling labor class, introduce them via radio, tv to all types of music that play gigs at festivals like these.

Four years straight consistently the organization has been willfully neglecting the working-class, 95% will not save money to buy a $195 ticket (one evening) even if rough economic times allows them to. Obviously most people never heard of Raphael Saadiq, they dont know who The Roots are and can’t recite any Erykah Badu lyric or hum an Esperanza joint simply because media platforms dont play their music and festival organizers until now never saw the value in schooling Black poor folks to these ‘new’ U.S. Black musical sounds. Thats why they be at ‘TRAP NIGHT’, Facade, Hot and Nasty or a Bubblin party at open air brothel Campo Alegre. No, they wont go to a Jazz fest after party in Renaissance even if Questlove from the Roots will be on the one and two’s spinning wax. Probably that’s the organizers goal too, to keep the class apartheid intact.
Making it worse as it is already is the disappointment that U.S. Black artists like The Roots and Erykah Badu turned out to be. Listening to their music you would seem to feel as if they know whats up with the Black experience in the Caribbean and that we still are going through our decolonial battles. Radical waves of social consciousness via their musical presence during a concert filled with white and Black elite and organizers camp would have a great influence on their creole capitalism characters. They could’ve blessed the audience with just a few powerful songs, raps that could raise Black awareness, solidarity on our voyage of emancipation this complex exodus from Dutch Apartheid, colonialism, class cleansing, homophobia, sexism, anti- Black feminism, anti-Black racism.

Maybe its too early to judge but so far it just look like they came out to play, cash a check and take a plane to go the next show. The rapper from the Roots, Black Thought in Styles P collabo track ‘Cause I’m Black’ rhymed: “I got a mind like Malcolm X, how about yours?” People want to see that state of mind, Erykah Badu also in her music shows off with that Black revolutionary flair. The Black working class and youth of Curacao would have loved to see and hear that particular mental glow but instead you got these artists doing a ‘watered down’ show for middle and upperclass folks without any effort of leaving a mark of social change as ambassadors of Black radical thought.

Harry Belafonte who had to do open the fest with an UNICEF anti-child poverty speech recently reminded U.S. Black artists Jay-Z and Beyonce to get that social activism work in. How much of Belafonte’s words will sow seeds into the Black and white bourgeousie hearts of Curacao? These artists need to stay woke when they cross the U.S. border and stop compromising their integrity, discontinue neglecting the sufferation of the Black diaspora in the Caribbean.

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[?] So after years and years touring the Netherlands and Curacao, these U.S. Black artists never ever commented or made a song about the Dutch racist tradition of Blackface Zwarte Piet.

Didjo, The Dutch Slavery Masquerade

21 shots for the national dialogue we never ever had about one and a half century ago when the Dutch were forced to end slavery because of international pressure and resistance of ancestors that bucked back and fought to regain their liberty the limited edition that is.

21 canon shots at
150 years ago flow, Dutch enslave you through documents of the whole abolition process. Curacao and other islands should have digital copies of these documents so we ourselves could write our own history. Abolish Dutch Atlantic archive slavery.

21 canon shots at Dutch manumitted professors and their white privileged indentured servant institutions raiding money like crazy for Dutch slave trade economy research studies. No Black-Dutch academic counterparts allowed. The white politics of academic ethnic cleansing. Yes academic ethnic cleansing, scholar eugenics is a Dutch white reality.

21 canon shots at
all the various symposiums, conferences lectures organized by Dutch institutions, universities, round tables in the Dutch Parliament building. The gap of abolition remembrance between the Netherlands and Curacao is Gi-Ga-N-Tic. Scandelously illustrating how its decolonization policy has been a grand failure from jump. We don’t have visiting professors in Dutch universities lecturing, they invite UK or U.S. professors to talk about our history without us and without keeping us informed. Twerk on that.

21 canon shots at Dutch mental colonization in collaboration with Dutch universities for decades. Neglecting the historical debt to produce enough professors, researchers of color and working class roots in the Netherlands and Aruba, Bonaire, Curacao, Saba, Statia, St. Maarten.

21 canon shots at 150 lawyers serving mostly business interests, nah that won’t cut it. The preference has been nurturted towards a Dutch-Creole capitalism. I know we love it.

21 canon shots at enslavement technologies by the psychological regime of slavery and colonialism. Adopting the racism, imitating the oppressive systems to produce a neoliberal demand and supply economy, a plantation education where a selective few will become a neurosurgeon, gynaecologist, cardiologist, anthropologist, sociologist, historian, lawyer. If you come from a struggle class family and you got an academic diploma 75 % chances are you will not fight the system to improve lifes of the working poor but bow down to it to keep your prestige and salary. Hey.

21 canon shots to the house servants too scared to say “Dutch Empire”.
Digicel food drive for orphanages, how about them tablets? Can commercial enterprises engage in philantropical fatamorgana’s? Digitize the lifes of the downtrodden. Get on up.

21 canon shots at Afro-Dutch artists financially traumatized to protest against Dutch state racism. Scared to show artistic antagonism against a new king Willem-Alexander and his ‘cool’ new ‘Latina’ queen Maxima? Could it be the Afro-Dutch art collective is enamoured by the words of creepy ass cracka scholar Piet Emmer?

21 canon shots at the media that has no affinity to desensitize us from the colonial caste system. To the contrary they just keep on feeding the public with colonial ignorance, internalized inferiority complexes, radio station owners, newspaper owners, national tv station Telecuracao consistently boycotting awareness programs on a cultural, historical, sociopolitical level.

21 canon shots for all people involved declaring Museo Tula immaterial material world heritage and the Tula plaque on the wall of the governor’s palace thanking him and his comrads for the epicissimo liberation battle of 1795. Without breaking news reports because dead people, car accidents are far more important than emancipation moments of silly Afro-Curacaoans. Right on you little self-hating racist rascals.

21 shots to 97% our artists clueless to recognize the importance to sing, recite, paint, film, sculpt liberation truths. The museums and art galleries that to this day still haven’t organized special exhibitions dedicated to the 1813-2013 abolition event. Captives of a past they can’t confront out of profitable guilt lineages that positioned them among the colonial elite. The hand that feeds them funchi and sushi with black mask mojito’s.

21 canon shots to those that are lost entangled in a oppressive opium lounge unable to see the hurt, to feel the pain of our avochi’s that suffered from the trans Atlantic slave trade. Absence of historical awareness makes your spirit numb, it deafens the cry for freedom. I see you thanking god on your Nivea knees for not being born in the ‘jungles’ of Africa.

21 shots to the educational system that created schools like primary Iris Bruyning who performed at Otrobanda at the commemorative. Where most likely 3 kids out of 50 will pass on to advanced secondary education but thats considered ‘normal’ for slavetation schools in working class hoods creating disposable workers for the future.

21 canon shots to Central Bureau of Statistics where they don’t publish specified earnings per class and ownership. Financial dumb down stats. Expose the class apartheid creates forces of resistance. Say it again. Class Apartheid girlfriend.

21 canon shots for the colonial ether drugging students scholars not to mash out with historical 17th century financial slave owner investigation. It will make people aware and see the unfiltered picture which families have benefitted from slavery, colonialism and to this day still do. Message.

The yoke of slavery and colonialism reflects through the vile assassination of Curacao’s most important politician of the 21st century and maybe in history the leader of the independence party Helmin Wiels. And the aftermath of this tragic event where people continue as if nothing much has happened worshipping on our knees the false gods of consumerism, neoliberalism the blood sucking of the poor. The funny fact is that yesterday was the kick off for the regional Interpol conference in which Curacao is the host country where your most powerful leader can be murdered in coldblood. No shit. Due to lack of severe national intelligence services or willful negligence to value his life and that is a bitter irony pill dipped in slavery and colonial poison to swollow.

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African spirituality got butchered and labeled ‘Brua’ losing an ancestral life force detaching ourselves from spirit life that was anchored in Afro-Curacaoans souls. Terrified to draw from spiritual wisdom sources. Catholic church brutalized African belief systems and collaborated with Dutch empire to condition minds into worshiping a white Jesus a socio-religious control mechanism that functions on a 90% average according to pastor Simon. Yet it was the white Protestant church that offered their apology while the Catholic bishop Secco was nowhere to be found to show remorse for the church of the dominant faith (83% among our people) and their role within the Dutch slave trade. In the name of the mother, daughter and holy spirit. Amen.

21 canon shots to the nonbelievers and apologists. Dutch newcomers will tell you that the old white creole families here treat Afrocuracaoans like the enslaved back in the days. And you got Dutch immigrants that also come with that same slave whipping attitude on the island. You don’t know.
You better ask somebody. A small % of white Dutch and creole elites create and eat off that big economic ‘bolo pretu’ who lying to you the effects of slavery and colonialism are not intact?

Elis Juliana Digging Up Cultural Black Curaçao Gold

All honor and glory goes to a cultural super Black hero that descended on Montaberde an impoverished neighbourhood near Punda in the second decade of the 20th century, son of Mayo and Hosé surviving poverty growing up with aspirations to discover himself, his Black identity and the collective umbilical cord knotted up within Curacaoan society. From a young kid that got named Elis with one ‘l’ because moms didn’t have ducates to pay for a double ‘l’ when at birth she registered him and his twin sister at ‘Kranchi’ to tough times, no money for school, becoming a craftsman, mechanic to earning skills at Shell oil refinery, those ‘Do whatever you can to make ends meet’ movements. Meanwhile the poet in him comes out then he drops on the scene with national Black self-esteem schemes.

National Archaelogical Anthropological Memory Management (www.naam.an) home of one of the most highly valuable treasures the ‘Zinkinza’ collection: “In the fifties and sixties, for more than six years, Father Paul Brenneker and Mr. Elis Juliana collected more than 1,400 songs, pieces of music, stories and events of the people of Curaçao. The result is a collection that can be considered the soul of 20th century Curaçao.”

Anthropologist Ieteke Witteveen compared him to Aimé Césaire from Martinique and the Jamaican Rex Nettleford. Dr. Rene Rosalia ex director of Kas di Kultura gave him the title of ‘Kulturista Mayo’ a crowned investigator of Afro-Curacaoan culture, its characteristics, the customs and challenges of the Yu di Kòrsou, an emancipator who after his research and documentation dropped cultural knowledge jewels back into the heads of the common people via poetry, story telling, kids stories on the radio and television.

Besides being a self taught anthropologist, archeologist, ethno-musicologist he was a visual artist. A giant blessing up our collective memory. Parasitical sidenote is that colonial opinionators and most media subtly steer away from the fact that he repped Afro-Curacaoan culture and critical minds might wonder why he ever allowed himself to receive a royal Dutch condecoration? Circumstancial strategy of a sly anti-colonial icon registering working class life of the ordinary women and men exorcizing Dutch mental colonialism.

His works inspired visual artist, teacher and activist Ashley Mauricio fighting his one man war to re-open after 13 years a school for the artistic spirited to bless him up and once the finances come through put a brandnew Elis Juliana Academy of Arts on the spot.

More people need to study his works of light and spread it through modern day systems of communication. His immense importance cannot be watered down. Hype his legacy up in Venezuelan manners put him on McDonald Happy Meals whatever use all the Goddess given creativity to commemorate him forever.

The gratitude is infinite and humble as he was he wants us all to remain simple, enrich ourselves mentally with our cultural gold nuggets open up spiritual pathways to persons by saying ‘Didjo’ (Dia di Dios-Day of God-old custom of elders to say good day)
Now that he has risen to ancestral ‘kunuku’s’ refusing to eat up the salt like rebellious enslaved souls Ompi Elis spread his wings one day before San Juan and majestically Luango style flew back home.

Elis Juliana receiving his  Doctor Honoris Causa, June 18, 2013

Elis Juliana receiving his Doctor Honoris Causa, June 18, 2013