Activist Vicky Hamlin, a retired tradeswoman, shop steward, and painter, shines the light — in her art and in this column — on the lives of working people and the world they live in. Photos by Vicky Hamlin
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You could feel it as soon as you walked in the room. This was a big deal — or this was one of those small big deals that could have gone unnoticed. The women in this room at Oakland’s Cesar Chavez Fruitvale branch library loved two things — Mariachi and their hermanas. The pride and joy grew and grew. At first, no one sang or danced when invited. Then feet started tapping, shoulders bouncing, lips mouthing the words. By the end, everybody was moving and shaking. And smiling. And hugging. And felt like family.
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In this neighborhood, where many people speak Spanish, the library is so important. Kids and adults read, study, use computers, meet, hold social events, read the paper and visit. But it takes a special vision (thank you, Xóchitl Gavidia, Senior Librarian and Branch Manager) to include an afternoon of music that speaks, not just to all neighborhoods, but particularly to this neighborhood. And you could tell that this felt special.
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They played cumbia, rancheras, boleros and corridos. They played party music and love songs, traditional son and modern cover songs that we hear on the radio. I counted five violins, one trumpet, one harp, one Guitarrón (a big bass guitar) and a smaller guitar called a vihuela. They wore classy women’s versions of men’s mariachi outfits.
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The music was technically professional and highly coordinated (five violins!) but passionate and so danceable. I am including a couple of links to their music so you can see and hear them. Mariachi Femenil Orgullo Mexicano began their journey as the first all female Mariachi group in the Bay Area at San Francisco State University in 2007, founded by Ninfa Iglesias. They’ve played all around the Bay Area and are well known and respected.
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I keep coming back to the spirit of this big/little event. The musicians seemed to know that their sisters would start out shy, but they knew them, knew how to bring their audience along. And because they knew them, this family of women and their friends got on their feet and let the joy and pride in themselves, in their sisters, ring out. It was miraculous.
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