Thandiwe McCarty reflects on an exhibit of New Brunswick’s unsung Black heroes, people who excelled in many fields, the arts, academia, business and entertainment. How come I never heard of these people until now, he asks.
This weekend’s video is Black Mother, Black Daughter, by the amazing poet, artist, historian and filmmaker Sylvia Hamilton.
Raymond Sheppard on the rich history of survival and mutual aid that marked life in African Nova Scotian communities through the ages.
In 1989, MSVU Art Gallery, the Black Cultural Centre for Nova Scotia, and the Africville Genealogical Society collaborated on the exhibition Africville: A Spirit That Lives On. Today, on the 30th anniversary of the exhibition, the collaborators have reunited and are joined by the Africville Museum, to create a project looking back at the original exhibition and take the opportunity to reflect on what has happened since.
Raymond Sheppard: Sisters and brothers of African descent, your struggle has been long and difficult and some of you have are no longer active participants in this struggle. To you I say, it is time to come “Black Home”.
“To be Black and queer is to be a danger to the world, and I think that is beautiful.” Check out the trailer, than come to to the screening and panel discussion on Sunday July 21, at the North End Library.
PSA: In 1989, MSVU Art Gallery, the Black Cultural Centre for Nova Scotia, and the Africville Genealogical Society collaborated on the exhibition Africville: A Spirit That Lives On. We’re looking for artistic projects to present alongside a new display of the archives and elements of the original exhibition.
PSA: Wednesday, May 22, Sisters In The Struggle, a Black Feminist Panel Discussion about the yet-to-be-heard story of Black Women in the Feminist Movement in Nova Scotia during the 70’s, 80’s and 90’s.
This looks great. The launch of a new CD with recordings of traditional songs of African Nova Scotians, recorded between the forties and sixties. Sunday April 28, 2 PM.
Angela Bowden on growing up Black in Nova Scotia. “You do not belong here” became the name of the unfamiliar place where I lived, churning my stomach for as long as I can remember. It was as if I had arrived on a foreign planet and even though I spoke the language of its inhabitants, it still felt forced, unnatural, uncomfortable and entirely unfamiliar.”