
El Jones stands in front of a banner that reads Black Lives Matter. Her left hand is raised in a fist. Her right holds a mic into which she chants:
Malcolm, Huey, Angela, Assata
Dead, prison, exile, murdered
Revolution, protest, programs, marches
Can you live up to what they started?
What do you feel in every beat of your heart?
Black power
Now say it with me
“Black power,” the multiracial crowd calls, their fists in the air.
Now say it louder
Black power
One more time
Black power
Hour by hour
Black power
The struggle continues so educate yourself
Jones, a regular at Halifax anti-oppression protests, performed her “Black Power Poem” at the August 19 rally in Halifax for black teen Mike Brown, who lost his life in Ferguson, Missouri when a white police officer shot him. She includes the poem in her new book, Live From the Afrikan Resistance!, a written spoken-word collection meant to empower and educate readers, especially African Nova Scotians. Published by Roseway—the literary division of Fernwood Publishing—the collection launches with a Company House reading Thursday evening.
At the Ferguson rally, her poems elicited claps and cheers from a diverse crowd, but the voice of Halifax’s poet laureate wasn’t always so widely appreciated. Seven years ago, Jones, then new to Halifax from Wales via Winnipeg, was confined to page poetry. She listened to Lauryn Hill and Kanye West at the time and didn’t know what spoken word was. Then two events in one week changed her path.
The first was a dream. While she slept, an oral poem came to her fully formed for the first time. She awoke with it in her head. “A gift from the poetry gods,” she says. The poem, “White Neighbours,” was about her experience growing up in a white area where double standards existed. She remembers: “A line in that poem was like, ‘Someone called me Paki, they weren’t even good racists.'”
Next came the performance. A day or two later a friend asked her, “How come you never come to poetry night?” Held at Ginger’s Tavern on Barrington Street back then, Word Iz Bond was a monthly slam poetry night. She performed her first oral poem off a page at Ginger’s. The audience loved it. She noticed other poets had memorized their work so she began doing the same.
Today all Jones’ poems are in her head. She had to type them out for the book, in fact. The collection brings together her “so-called militant” early poems alongside more nuanced yet unapologetic recent work.
“Obviously we go on political journeys, our decolonization journeys, so I’m not saying everything in that book is necessarily something I would say now, but it’s things I meant and said over the years, and those are also important for young people, that it is a book that you especially want young black people to read.”
Jones is not out to write complex, award-winning stanzas that will find their way into a curriculum. Her poetry is for a 13-year-old, or someone without access to higher learning. “That’s very important. That’s what spoken word does, it provides education.”
If not for their potential to educate and empower, she might not have published her poems in a book at all. “I was very reluctant in a lot of ways to do a book, because I have always been more about spoken word being oral, being ephemeral. I think the power of spoken word is that it takes place in the moment.”
There’s a power to doing a poem at the Ferguson march—a stage presence and feeling of immediacy you can’t get from text. “Because you’re writing orally, it’s not necessarily meant for the page.” For that reason, she left some poems out.
“Like, I don’t want to put ‘The Pussy Poem’ in a book, I think that’s more of an oral poem,” she says with accidental humour, and laughs. “That’s a gross double-entendre,” she says.
Rather than attempting to curate a best-of poetry selection, Jones filtered the collection by topic. Readers won’t find strictly feminist-related work, for instance. Instead, everything fits under the umbrella of black perspective. However, the idea didn’t come to Jones until she saw the book’s cover. Artist Obsdn Optimo painted a mural of black historic figures while listening to a selection of Jones’ spoken word poems. Once the poet saw his mural, she knew the book should be about black experience, and the African Nova Scotian experience in particular.
“I have no doubt I wouldn’t be the same kind of poet that I was if I hadn’t come to Nova Scotia,” Jones says. “This book couldn’t exist without black Nova Scotia. It is a black Nova Scotia book.”
Recently, as part of her work teaching in prisons, Jones performed “The Black Power Poem” in a Truro church with prisoners present. Her message to them was: “If Malcolm X can do this, you can do this.” She could see them feeling it as they mirrored her fist in the air, she could hear their empowerment in the call and response, and she realized: “That’s why I’m writing this.”
This article appears in Sep 18-24, 2014.



Ever since i heard this woman defend Chris Brown when he tried to put on a concert in Dartmouth i cringe every time i hear her name. She always comes off as a white hating racist.
I’m curious – did the author receive and government grant money to fund her “resistance” Because I’ve noticed this strange phenomenon. Society is always “racist” “colonialist” “paternalistic” and “oppressive” until it comes time to sign the cheques.
Also, unless you are German, spell Africa correctly. Otherwise you wind up looking just as silly as those feminists who spell woman with a “Y”
aww you guys below are just perfect! patently predictable masquerade of ‘critique’.
Here’s a critique, maybe she should come up with something new instead or recycling the same old 60’s era Black panther garbage. This woman does “Black “Nova Scotia” no favors whatsoever by trying to victimize black Nova Scotians and demonize all other residents of this province.
Loving yourself does not presume hating anybody else. There is nothing wrong with a woman, a black woman, asserting her identity. It takes all kinds of voices to move us forward. And why assume she needed money from the government? She has what you’d consider a ‘real job.’ Besides even if she benefited from funding for the arts, so what? It’s very difficult for most white people, especially if they’ve never been the only white person in the room, or living in the community, to see things from another perspective. That’s part of the reason we keep missing each other.
By the way Ivan, in many African languages, Africa is spelled Afrika. Not knowing that makes you look silly.
No acegirl, it’s actually a politically symbolic bit of self-indulgence. An artificial rejection of the so-called “colonialist” mentality. “C” is a European construct forced upon the black continent, whereas “K” is a more accurate phonetic rendition of the pronunciation of the indigenous languages. In other words, cultural marxism at its worst. The same sort of idiocy that thinks functional illiteracy and sloppy diction constitutes a distinct dialect – ebonics. Not to mention, it overlooks the fact that 2 of the more aggressive colonial powers – the Germans and the Dutch – would have spelt Africa with a “K” also.
As for your statement “loving yourself does not presume hating anybody else” – try imagining a self-styled “White Pride” activist saying it. Does it still sound reasonable? Intelligent?
Perhaps you are unused to a strong, independent white male voicing his opinion, asserting his identity and helping to move us forward. Get with the times. It is the 21st century, after all.
“It’s very difficult for most white people…” – No it’s not – BTW, Your prejudice is showing.
Sincerly,
The Captain
Remember when El Jones defended convicted rapist Lyle Howe in the Coast? ‘Cause he was rail-roaded for being black!
I have a difficult time understanding why anyone prefers to focus on societal strains from the past to create their work. But then, to each his-her own. We live in a world of choices. Sadly, strife and hostile phraseology seems to attract the attention of some publishers, who seemingly wish to push the boundaries, in order to gain attention. My poetry may be considered very meek by comparison with her riveting words, yet I too am a product of life. Toronto Poet Raymond Souster, now deceased, was my mentor and friend for 50 years, and I too write about life’s moment. Most of my poetry has been written in and about Nova Scotia, since my wife Esther and I adopted this province 30 years ago. I have Kindle e-Books available on Amazon.com, as well as other Kindle e-Book collections of short stories and novels by “Esther and Richard Provencher.” I wish EI Jones best wishes and satisfying success in her duties in the US of A.