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“REFLECT/RESPOND: A Limón Dance Legacy Concert” (photos)

by Cynthia Ntinunu

Reflect/Respond: A Limón Dance Legacy Concert, which fused dance and spoken word, was held in the University of Massachusetts Amherst Fine Arts Center Concert Hall on Friday, Jan. 25.

The event captivated audience members with the dancers’ leaps, turns, and intricate dance moves. Not only did the dancing impact the viewers but a powerful message on love being love no matter who it is, took over the latter half of the performance.

The dancer in the background leaps high as the dancer in the foreground strikes a pose on the stage.(Cynthia Ntinunu/UMass Amherst)
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I AM FROM

By Nujhat Purnata

I am from the orange mountains

From the land of political correctness

I am by the smelly farms

In the midst of the college bars

The liberal arts,

Where the whiteness arrives after the foliage

And pretends to stay forever

Only for the emergence of greenery

To melt every snowflake

And make way for Spring

I am from the Summer months,

An isolated town and its grassy terrain

I am from the trails,

The wet woods and the squirrels,

The occasional deer

And the surrounding villages

Where the strangers smile

And people hike

     (and bike)

And watch their dogs run

Across the Seven Sisters

And into the sunset

I am from 7000 miles
Away from home

Silence is Violence

On September 24, 2018

An incident broke to the students of UMass Amherst that occurred the Saturday before, on the day of a home game tailgate. This incident that occurred was a racially targeted threat aimed at the African American students in a first-year dorm. This is their response to the threat in a dialogical pantoum:

 

“Silence is Violence”

 

We’ve been “frightened” and we’ve been terrorized

By a “racial terrorist” who refuses to look us in the eye

We’ve become an “inconvenience,” as we watch our scholars cry

We refuse to let a cover up, hide a “hate crime”

 

By a “racial terrorist” who refuses to look us in the eye

What do we tell our parents when we “fear” for our lives

We refuse to let a cover up, hide a “hate crime”

We’ve been targeted to be “hanged” with our stereotypes

 

What do we tell our parents when we “fear” for our lives

We are tired of “violence” and being scrutinized

We’ve been targeted to be “hanged” with our stereotypes

It is “criminalization” to threaten a minority racial type

 

We are tired of “violence” and being scrutinized

We’ve been “frightened” and we’ve been terrorized

We’ve been targeted to be “hanged” with our stereotypes

Let’s not be silenced, let’s face it, because UMass knows it was racist

By Brie Bristol

t h e q u i e t

Alisina Saee-Nazari

 

The world my mother brought me into

Shows no resemblance

To the world that she left.

Upon her departure

She gave me a gift.

To find humanity within my own hands.

To hear the wind fill concaves in the air.

Her silence touches the earth

Like the candle in a dark room.

Her absence

The reminder of another day.