Episode 45: The Good, the Bad, Everything

A scene from the Historic New Orleans collection, depicting African and Afro-Creole residents of the city, joined for celebration of traditional dance and music. Here was pastime, carved from the narrows of enslavement, that laid a seedbed for the city’s renowned musical history, and one that would inform generations of popular music and dance in post-slavery America. Louisiana was “thoroughly Africanized” during the early years of its settlement, writes historian Gwendolyn Midlo Hall, and “in Lousiana, it is especially important to avoid treating the formation of slave culture in isolation, as if it were sealed off the from the rest of the society and the world. Culture is a dynamic process.”

Our History

Where do hidden things get found, where does the margin become the center, and where does the light shine in the dark? In Episode 45 that’s where! From Tulsa to Tiananmen, from Timbuktu to Trinidad, your HAG history team has got the good, the bad, everything. So throw on your favorite  I❤️Diouboye t-shirt, grab some popcorn, and settle in as we lay down the history gauntlet to all the memory goons and nostalgia narcissists who want to induce you into historical coma. Because you know…here at HAG…our eyes are always wide open.

To hear Episode 45 The Good, the Bad, Everything, click on the link below


Sources Referenced and Items of Interest

Gwendolyn Midlo Hall, Africans in Colonial Louisiana: The Development of Afro-Creole Culture in the Eighteenth Century


Gwendolyn Midlo Hall, Haunted By Slavery: A Memoir of a Southern White Woman in the Freedom Struggle


Trip Gabriel and Dana Goldstein, “Disputing Racism’s Reach, Republicans Rattle American Schools (June 1, 2021 New York Times)


Republican Senators Letter to Secretary of Education, April 29, 2021


“Hong Kong Tiananmen Square commemorations: In Pictures” (June 4, 2021 BBC News)


“Hooray for those who never invented anything. Hooray for those who never discovered anything. Hooray for joy! Hooray for love! Hooray for the pain of incarnate tears. My negritude [my blackness] is no tower and no cathedral,. It delves into the deep red flesh of the soil.”

Aime Césaire

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