Monday night I had the privilege of performing at Virginia State University in Peterburg. It was my first time performing at an HBCU, and I can’t think of a better situation. It was part of much larger event, and I was awed and honored to be a part of it.
The man with the plan was the man who always has the plan, and that’s Shaggy Flores. A word about fellow UMass alum Shaggy: he is the classic East Coast Puerto Rican hustler. He is constantly making things happen for himself, his fam, and his friends. You want to know what hard work looks like? Look no further.
I haven’t seen him in a couple years now, but when he called with the opportunity to do up VSU alongside himself and the inimitable Queen Sheba, I had to jump at it. Straight off a plane from Cali, I stumbled around Richmond for a few hours, randomly letting jetlag catch up with me, peacing out mid-conversation a few times. Eventually VSU staff set me up in a lounge area where I slept solid for a couple hours.
It was real pleasing to see the turnout at the event. For a relatively small school, folks really came out for it. I’d like to think it had to do with my presence…but more than likely it had to do with the presence of respected scholar and activist Bill Strickland, who went off the head during his keynote address about corporate crime and the hypocrisy of the current administration, and it was all take-no-prisoners style. To boot, when he found out where I live, first thing out his mouth was “The fuck you doing in Brookline?” Man I only wish my poetry performances could be half as ill as his keynote address was.
Oh and bigs must go to Iota Phi Theta Fraternity at VSU for their presence at the event.
Anyway, that event was itself a lead up to an opening reception for an exhibit entitled “Hateful Things” featuring relics from the Jim Crow era. Racist imagery and artifacts from the days when racism ran rampant and unbridled across the country, like the 90s. Not just the 1890s either. Seriously. We know the shameful history of America, and I don’t consider myself blind to the reality of that kind of hatred at all, but even I was shocked to see how recently some of those images were created. 1980? 1992? 1996? 2003???
Damn.
Anyway, Shaggy and his family, Keisha and Orixa, were nice enough to put me up at their crib in Richmond for the night, and I flew out the next morning and headed straight to work. It’s been a busy and tiring past week yall, which is why it took me until Thursday to write about what went down Monday. But damn if it wasn’t worth it.
I’m looking at my schedule and it looks chilled out until March, when it kicks into a higher gear. So hopefully I can catch the Blue Scholars next week when they stop through the Bean. See everybody there.