It’s easier to build a monument…

On Thursday, something just felt odd too me. After I finished teaching my dance class at the YWCA (I love those guys!) I went to take my mentor’s dance class in Downtown Oakland, and perhaps help out if she needed it. As I was driving, I was pondering. I love dance… it brings so much joy and happiness, a sense of accomplishment in not only myself, but to everyone that the movement comes in contact with. I came to realize that with any path that I take I life, that whatever I do will have to evoke the same feelings. As I parked my car, I still felt odd. I don’t know if it was because of excitement… if I was anxious… could be a variety of reasons. As I made my way upstairs to see my mentor, I saw posters all over the place with Carlos Aceituno’s picture all on over it. I thought to myself, “Mannn, Carlos is probably gonna have another bomb ass show again.” But I just didn’t have the time to read the information on the flier. I had to go see my mentor. When I got upstairs, I saw my mentor and another woman that also takes the class – and they both had the most solemn looks on his faces. “Did you hear about Carlos?” “No. What?” “He died.” “How?” “He died.” He was only 45.
My heart sank. I didn’t know Carlos personally – but I would see him zipping around Malonga Casquelourd Theater, at various performances and such – but he always had a kind word and such a positive spirit. I may not have known him personally, but I knew what he was about. He was about helping create and outlet for youth to become future leaders in the world. For them to find positive alternatives in situations that are often seen as bleak or possibly insurmountable. There are so many people that will miss him for that, and it’s unfortunate that generations to come will not have had the firsthand experience of his strength, courage, and beautiful spirit.
I pray that during this time that people don’t give up on the dream that he sought to make true. That people begin to see and realize that there is potential for growth in areas that are given negative descriptions (particular Oakland and the Mission in San Francisco). Carlos didn’t give up on these communities, and I pray that these communities don’t give up on him and his dream.
If you knew Carlos, or are interested in what he stood for, please visit the website of his group “Fogo Na Roupa” at www.gofogo.com
There are opportunities to celebrate his life, as well as support his family and friends during this time.
We’ll miss you Carlos Aceituno. But your vision will carry on.