Tony Humphries Pres. Wheeler del Torro ‘The Merchant’ (incl. David Harness & Paul Adam Remixes) Dog Day Records

Tony Humphries Presents Wheeler del Torro 'The Merchant’ (Incl. David Harness & Paul Adam Remixes) Dog Day Records

Tony Humphries Pres. Wheeler del Torro ‘The Merchant’ (incl. David Harness & Paul Adam Remixes) Dog Day Records

Tony Humphries Presents
Wheeler del Torro
‘The Merchant’ (Incl. David Harness & Paul Adam Remixes)
Dog Day Records

Here is an interesting project from the brand new label Dog Day Records by way of the Cultural Detectives, which is an innovative historical art experiment bringing unheard poems and stories of slaves to life by combining them with contemporary dance music. The project was created by Wheeler del Torro and produced by the legendary DJ Tony Humphries. ‘The Merchant’, which hails the first release from the project, is a powerful poem written by Juan Francisco Manzano, who was born into slavery in Cuba. This cool release comes with a powerful spoken word from Wheeler and 2 dance floor ready house remixes courtesy of US house legend David Harness and Italy’s Paul Adam.

Listen to the tracks and read more about the slaves and the artists on the project’s page: http://culturedetectives.com

The lyrics for “The Merchant” come from the poems“The Slave-Trade Merchant” and “Canto II” by Juan Francisco Manzano from his anthology “Poems by a Slave” (1840). Source: http://culturedetectives.com

“THE MERCHANT” LYRICS

They’re only negroes–true, they count not here,
Perhaps, their cries and groans may count elsewhere,
And one on high may say for these and all,
A price was paid, and it redeemed from thrall.
If the proud “merchants who are princes” here,
Believe his word, or his commandments fear

With twenty hours of unremitting toil,
Twelve in the field, and eight in doors, to boil
Or grind the cane–believe me few grow old,
But life is cheap, and sugar, sir,–is gold.

Then as to food, you may be sure we give
Enough, to let the wretched creatures live:
The diet’s somewhat slender, there’s no doubt,
It would not do, to let them grow too stout;
Nor is it here, nor on estates around,
That fat and saucy negroes may be found.

With twenty hours of unremitting toil,
Twelve in the field, and eight in doors, to boil
Or grind the cane–believe me few grow old,
But life is cheap, and sugar, sir,–is gold.

How can they dare to advocate this trade,
Or call the sacred scriptures to its aid.
How can they have the boldness to lay claim,
And boast their title to the Christian name;
Or yet pretend to walk in reason’s light,
And wage eternal war with human right.

– Excerpts from Juan Francisco Manzano’s “The Slave-Trade Merchant” and “Canto II

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