A story by Morgan Greenstreet and Saxon Baird for PRI. Click on the link for the podcast.
Every
Labor Day, more than two million people pack into Central Brooklyn for
the West Indian American Day Parade with flags flying, food grilling and
music blasting from massive speakers on 18-wheel trucks. "Mas bands" —
groups of costumed revelers — follow the trucks down the Parkway on
foot, with hundreds, sometimes thousands, of dancers dressed in colorful
bikinis, feathers, glitter and body paint.
"Just
for a few hours, nothing matters,” says Aisha Carr, director of Sesame
Flyers, a prominent mas band in Brooklyn, New York. “When you hear that
music, and you’re in your costume, you don't care how it fits — you’re
carefree.”
But
long before the dazzling, carefree festivities begin, planners and
participants spend many months preparing. It can be taxing, both
monetarily and emotionally.
Steel
pan groups, for example, are struggling more than ever to find
rehearsal space to accommodate their mas bands of 50 to 100 players. For
months, steel pan groups rehearse every night in preparation for their
big Carnival moment: Panorama, the annual steel-band competition that
takes place the Saturday before Labor Day.
“Back
in the day it was easy to just grab a piece of open property, and set
your band up and nobody bothered you," says Tameeka Garcia-Harris,
manager of Steel-X-Plosion, a Brooklyn-based steel band. “Things are
changing, gentrification is going on in Brooklyn, and it's becoming more
and more difficult to find property and places to practice. And the
pricing ... $7,000 a month for a piece of land. So it’s just been a
difficult year.”
Steel
pan groups also struggle with police increasingly enforcing noise
ordinances that limit their rehearsal times in residential areas, plus
laws that prevent groups from selling food or alcohol without a license.
In the past, their sales helped cover expenses.
“It
averages about $15,000 to bring out a Panorama [group],” says
Garcia-Harris. “And the prize money, if you win, is only 20 grand, so
you’re not really coming out in the positive, right?”
But the love of steel pan keeps Garcia-Harris and the entire New York steel pan community going, despite the challenges.
“Every
year I say I’m not going to do it, and it becomes like this bittersweet
relationship, but I end up doing it. They call it the ‘pan-jumbie’ or
the ‘pan bug.' ... As the summer starts to come in, and the spring
flowers start to rise, you go ... 'I think the band’s coming out again
next year.’ You know, but ... You have to love it.”
At 5 a.m.
on Labor Day, as the sun is just coming up, the streets of Central
Brooklyn are full of hundreds of thousands of revelers who have been
partying all night long. It is a wild, magical moment, unlike any other
morning in New York City: groups of youth who are in costumes called
"jab jab" roam the streets dressed as devils with chains and whips,
while older people shimmy in frilly masquerade costumes of the colonial
era.
The
revelers, covered in paint, tar and powder, drink rum and dance to the
music of raucous acoustic bands: Haitian "rara" groups and brass bands
on foot, and hot rhythm bands and steel pan pulled by small trucks.
This
is J’Ouvert, the unruly, predawn bacchanal that marks the unofficial
opening of Carnival in Brooklyn, with a history that goes back to the
origins of Caribbean Carnival itself. The word J’Ouvert comes from two
French words, "Jour Ouvert," meaning daybreak in Creole, but this
celebration actually begins around midnight of the Sunday
before Labor Day and continues well into the morning. It has roots in a
harvest festival called Canboulay (from the French Cannes Brulées) in
18th-century Trinidad, which commemorated the backbreaking harvests
slaves went through when a cane field caught fire. After emancipation in
1838, former slaves and indentured servants merged Canboulay with the
European masquerade traditions of the Pre-Lenten Carnival. Their
alternative Carnival was a defiant celebration of freedom with crowds
of Afro-Creole people drumming, singing "kaiso" — which evolved into
calypso — and dancing in the streets.
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