By ourselves, we disenfranchised
Haitians took down the fake elections and U.S. puppet president, Michel
Martelly. He left on Superbowl 50, February 7th - the day Beyonce set off a politically charged Formation, unapologetically Black.
America's
most powerful artist dressed her dancers in Afros and Black Panther
leather outfits and got in (Malcom) X formation, Black fists raised up.
She straight-up channeled Ezili Danto - "Petwo womb blood in trouble waters"- with centuries of warrior-mother battles behind her. Banm sà ¨t kout kouto - bring it! she said. She twirls off all haters. Used her huge megaphone to ask, what happened to Black people after Katrina in New Orleans? Bluntly challenging her audience to rise to the occasion, uncaring if they don't get it. She broke the internet, they say.
They're still dissecting the in_formation laden video
where Queen Beyonce surprisingly goes back to source. Lifts Southern
trauma. The historical suffering Black body, its self-expressions.
Beyonce pays tribute to the warrior Ancestors and the struggle for Black
lives to matter.
She loves - publicly - a Black man with Jackson Five nostrils. Her babygirl's nappy hair.
She's James Brown Black and proud. Marvin Gay with more going on. Nina Simone mired in Goddam Mississippi apartheid, feeling good!
The classics are musically better listening music. This is not a ballad or poetry. Formation
engages other senses. The mind, imagination, our sight, our sense of
rhythm and movement, visceral womanhood, sexual senses, our spiritual
connection to the Ancestors, revolution, the cosmos, a video visual
America. It's raunchy, pulsating, sonically techno and socially radical. If Barack
Obama could get a third term and needed a headliner for his inauguration
ball, this Beyonce may be too politically incorrect to get invited to
sing "At Last" for him. It's America and only men with money like Donald Trump get to say whatever they wish at any venue.
The Popstar was still the Popstar though. Still will
make you cringe with the Bill Gates idol thing. She probably doesn't
know the pharmaceutical, missionary guinea-pig eugenicist thing he does
abroad with the Clinton ilks. The parts elevating conspicuous
consumption, Givenchy lace materialism and money as the epitome of
success, does make you shudder. It is what it is. Enter if and where you
can.
The point is, on leap year February 7, 2016, Beyonce was also brilliantly and loudly Black. Told us "we gon' slay, okay."
Empowered. Our warrior goddess danced in her head, moved through her
images, body, performance - sexually, spiritually, blunt, glaringly
Black, proud, woman powerful.
50 years later, on the anniversary of the formation of the Black Panthers, what we're going to do?
Slay, says Queen Bey.
Haiti, as usual was ahead of the game.
We cancel the carnival king on carnival day. Then dropped to customary Haiti formation to do the New Orleans protest, a rara uprooted Kundalini twerking from Haiti via Afrika.
There's an image of Beyonce in New Orleans on top of a cop car in the
flood waters. Her body sinks the car. We push against injustice this
tells us, even if we must do it with our very bodies, drowning. Sacrificed.
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