Its been a long time coming but its finally happening. This blog was something that came out of a political position of mine as a person born and bred in the beloved borough of Brooklyn. I was born in Park Slope, raised in Flatbush, Crown Heights, AND Bed Stuy, now living in Brownsville. Brooklyn and the entire NYC culture was curated out of the struggles faced by poor oppressed nationalities. From playing skully to eating dollar slices and fries to our lingo, our style, the music and visual art we curate, its all been shaped by our struggle. We took the very little we had and created things that brought us joy. As African descendants, our struggle has been painful and gruesome. Taken from coasts, facing brutality, illness and death from the Middle Passage to the plantations, our labor was stolen to build the capitalist mode of production, especially in the Western world. The consequences of chattel slavery have been long-lasting for black people in the diaspora. The Civil Rights movement saw black liberation groups fighting against capitalism, racism, and for self-determination for the black nation. With the fall of the Civil Rights movement, Hip Hop was born right here in New York City; the borough of the Bronx to be exact. Hip Hop was a creative outlet during a time when gang violence, police brutality, and drug addiction was prevalent in the hoods of New York City. Rap music has for a long time addressed the material conditions of the hood and gave us tales about our struggle. It has made us dance, cry, and relate to the music. Fast forward 30 years later, Hip Hop has lasted way longer than its critics (white supremacists and respectable blacks) expected it would. Hip Hop is still a young culture developing year-by-year. Its amazing what was born out of NYC.. Unfortunately the people who make NYC great are being displaced by out-of-towners. The culture and people are vanishing while being replaced with entitled yuppies who oftentimes are walking embodiment of settler colonialism. Businesses, homes, people…. all going. The gritty character of NYC still remains but block-by-block, there’s reminders of what is happening to our city everyday. Growing up in NYC, the struggle of being black and poor shaped my character into what it is now. Hip Hop was my solace through my life’s burdens and still is. I want to give back as best as I can to the culture and most importantly, my community; a platform for curators of NYC.