What it was like
If you have ever had to explain that yes, you are Black, and yes, you are Latino, and watched someone's face do the small confused thing — this was built by people who never once had to explain it to each other.
A diaspora running from West Africa through the Caribbean into Central and South America almost never gets a room of its own on this city's calendar, so a community made one and kept it free. Afrobeats, cumbia, and reggaeton on the stage. Dance showcases, art installations, panels on Afro-Latino identity, and a marketplace of Afro-Latino makers. The food tells the whole story on a single table: plantains beside jerk chicken beside tamales.
It takes place in a restored courtyard building on Main Street across from Union Station, one of the easiest venues in Southern California to reach without a car, on an August evening.
Bring the friend who has been waiting to see both halves of themselves in one room.