He’s not just a blogger. This Sunday, August 7, at Lincoln Center DJ Chief Boima, who has been traveling in Ghana, Liberia and Sierra Leone this summer, will warm up the crowd–along with Ahficionados–between sets by Iyadede, Spoek Mathambo and Blitz the Ambassador. It’s free. If you’re in New York City (I’m in Massachusetts till August 14), and this hype video by the organizers doesn’t not convince, then there’s something wrong with you.
Maids in Manhattan
No not the bad Hollywood movie version with its fake set ups, but real life:
The life of a hotel maid [in New York City] is not an easy one, with naked men flaunting their wares, verbal abuse, lecherous suggestions and personal hygiene standards that would shame a chimp. But thanks to Dominique Strauss-Kahn, things may be about to improve.
There are more than 10,000 hotel maids – or room attendants as they prefer to be called – in New York City. An invisible army of cleaners working for $24 (£15) an hour (if they have a union job), they rarely hit the headlines.
But their work was thrust into the spotlight after the alleged attack by the former head of the International Monetary Fund on one of their number in room 2806 of the Times Square Sofitel last month.
Politicians are calling for security checks, more cases of abuse are coming out into the open and the voices of the maids themselves are being heard.
Masks at the Met
There’s been a resurgence interest in the inscrutable African mask in several museums lately, including this horrible one at the Barbie Museum. Its as if the more evidence there is that the African of the European imagination does not exist in static primitivity, the stronger the attempt to put it back into that caged zoo.
Thankfully, there’s something different at the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, in a small section of a first floor gallery: “Reconfiguring an African Icon: Odes to the Mask by Modern and Contemporary Artists from Three Continents” (March 8, 2011–August 21, 2011).
Ever since Man Ray’s image of the porcelain-white visage his mistress, Kiki, juxtaposed with that of a gleaming Baule portrait mask from Côte d’Ivoire was published in French Vogue (“Noir et Blanche,” May 1926), the West appropriated the African mask as the visual object that embodies static “primitivity.” Roll in Picasso, André Derain, and Henri Matisse, whose collective homage to the inscrutable Other helped manufacture visual distance from the primitive, while inviting comparison and desire.
The Met’s small exhibit includes the Beninese sculptors Romuald Hazoumé and Calixte Dakpogan (that’s Hazoumé “Ibedji (Nos.1 and 2) Twins,” completed in 1992, above) and American sculptors Lynda Benglis and Willie Cole. Using natural, traditionally used materials, the effluvia of consumption, and fine, coloured glass, these four artists experiment with re-personifying the performative and living qualities that masks embody in their original, animated contexts, re-configuring those traditional ‘Western’ associations of masks with the savage/native/other.
While Hazoumé and Dakpogan are artists who are intimately involved in the business of traditional masquerade and mask-making (Dakpogan is a descendant of a family of royal blacksmiths), their work gestures towards Benin’s long history of trade—exchanges that defined its cultural, religious, political and aesthetic history. Hazoumé use of a series of discarded petrol jerrycans, and Dakpogan’s repertory of discarded consumer goods, including cassette tapes, floppy disks, CDs, combs, sandals, and soda cans are a humorous nod to Marcel Duchamp’s readymades, inviting the viewer into a conversation about the multifaceted, multilinear relationship with the West, modernity and the disposable nature of consumption.
When You Refuse, You Say ‘No!’
Gregory Mann
Guest Blogger
I had to buy The New York Post this week. It’s something I never do because, as the letters page reminded me, it’s something of a Zionist rag. But Tuesday the cover caught my eye: a story called “Got it maid” claimed that people working for disgraced ex-IMF chief Dominique Strauss-Kahn had gone to Guinea to try to buy the silence of the young Guinean hotel maid who has accused him of attempting to rape her in New York. A seven-figure sum was bruited. Some of her relatives—two men and a few boys—were on the cover, and a page five photo showed their solidly middle class house, which her wages must have helped build. This was something new in the media clutter around the story.
A befuddled French press had already turned its attention on the woman—whom its journalists shamelessly named—after shuffling from disbelief to hazy conspiracy theories to a comfortable anti-Americanism (French indignation about the perp walk was justified, but due to a bad translation, many thought that Strauss-Kahn has to prove his innocence, rather than the state his guilt). Some trotted out the old line that she’d brought the rape on herself. French feminists girded their loins for a debate about “DSK” and the sexual habits of the French haut-bourgeoisie.
Music Break
Video of The Robert Glasper Experience’s covering Little Dragon’s “Twice,” earlier this month.
H/T: Dylan Valley.
The Immigrant Life
For the final assignment of a class I teach on Media and Africa at The New School I asked students to make short video profiles of African immigrant experiences in New York City. Most, if not all, of the students had never blogged before, nor filmed, much less edited something for public viewing. None of the films are longer than 7 minutes. The films are equally powerful and involved immense effort on the part of the students and I have links to all the videos here, but let me highlight two of them in this post. The short film above, “The Big Dreamer,” above, tells the story of Lookman Mashood, co-owner of Buka, a Nigerian restaurant that opened this year in the Clinton Hill section of Brooklyn. (Robert Sietsema, Voice food critic, checked it out already.)
The Fire Next Time
Some Brooklyn business. You know I live here. Read it here.–Sean Jacobs
When Fela Kuti came to New York City
The Fela revival–lawsuits and all–in New York City rolls on. This time it’s a new documentary about a mid-1980s visit Kuti–then in his prime–made to New York City. ”Fela–NYC: Fresh from Africa” is a 97-minute film directed by Jaheed Ashley “… filled with rare footage of Fela that remained unseen for two decades.” I just got a notice about a screening on December 4, 2o1o at Riverside in Harlem by the African Diaspora Film Festival.
Guru, 1963-2010
The brilliant rapper Guru, who also recorded as Gang Starr (with his music partner, the equally talented DJ Premier) and known for his series of “Jazzmatazz’’ albums released between 1993 to 2007, died this early week of cancer at the age of 48.
Good obituaries by Guru’s brother in The Boston Globe, in The New York Times by music writer Jon Caramanica and by Oliver Wang in The LA Times.
Rest in peace.
The best way to get a sense of this man’s oeuvre is to download DJ Matthew Africa’s quickly assembled Gang Starr Mixtape, here.




