Black Lives Matter. Still


#255

Best quote from that story:

“I don’t forgive this woman, and she needs help,”

This kid fully understands that an adult, white woman did a very terrible thing to him. I applaud his decision to not forgive Bodega Theresa’s bigotry. I hope more black people who have had white people call the police on them for doing nothing wrong take this boy’s stance. I find this story particularly heartbreaking as my own son is also 9. I don’t know what he would think if this had happened to one of his friends, and I wouldn’t be able to explain it.


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:musical_note: Apparently I’m second generation black Caribbean
And half white Scottish whatever that means
See lately I feel confused with the boxes
Cause to me all they do is breed conflict
It’s not that I’ve lost touch with the reality
Racism, sexism and nationality
Just to me it all seems like insanity
Why must I rob you of your humanity

To feel good about mine?
It’s all about crime
Dehumanizing is how I justify it
So I must keep on lying about the history of Africa
So I can live the with massacres
And repeat my mantra of Muslim and terrorist
So I can sleep at night as bombs take flight
Eyes wide but I’m blind to the sight

Too busy chasing the perfect life
And the working class keep them uneducated
Truly educated men could never be racist
To educate is to draw out what is within
Are we not all not the same under the skin?
I got a heart like yours that pumps blood and oxygen
And insecurities are a whole lot of them I’m scared like you deep down
I really do care that world is not fair like you

But I don’t even believe my own prayers like you
Chasing career going nowhere like you
Lost in a fog of my own insecurities
I hold myself up as a image of purity
And I judge everybody else
By the color of their skin or the size of their wealth
But it’s not good for my health
As the only one I ever really judge is myself

The oppressor must suffer like the oppressed
Though I pretend I’m in control of this mess
By inflating my ego, puffing my chest
I see my weakness, and need to show strength
Or what we think strong is because if we’re honest?
True strength is the strength to be honest
And if I’m honest I am just tired
If I’m honest I am just tired

Tired of everyday filling up my car and knowing that
I’m paying for the bombs in Iraq
Tired of pretending like it don’t hurt my heart
Of wanting change but not knowing where to start
Tired of listening to all the conditioning
And all the forms they have me filling in
Next time you see what is a thug and despise him
Please know I was just like him

Cause I was like eight the first time I saw crack
Same time I first smoked weed choking on blowbacks
First time I saw knives penetrate flesh
It was meat cleavers to the back of the head
As I grew and teenage years passed
Many more knives pierced and the shots blast
And I not saying I had the worst upbringing
But there’s a million young men just like me in prison

We complain about racism and elevate clowns
With their trousers down swinging their dicks round
Maybe that is not quite literal
But everything they do is just as stereotypical
To my real fans I feel your pain
And I get the messages, but don’t complain
That we ain’t got more fame for playing our part
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts

They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts
They can keep the charts all I want is your hearts
Calling it black radio, don’t make laugh
So is black music all about tits and arse?
You don’t represent nothing, you’re just pretending
When was the last time you ever played Hendrix?
Or Miles Davis or John Coltrane?
Or Ella Fitzgerald or Billie Holiday?

We can call it urban to me that’s cool
If urban means street, that includes jazz too
And rock for that matter
Go ask Mick Jagger or Jimmy Page what they were listening to - the blues
Not discrediting, love Zeppelin too, just giving credit where credit is due
That blood soaked word rappers still use
All it really shows is that we still self abuse
That was the word that was used to kill Kelso Cochrane and Emmett Till

That was the word that the conscience eased
And made people pleased to hung you from trees
That was the word that let the whips crack
No matter what you say you can’t take it back
And I can say they’re black so I feel their pain easier
But 1915 look at Armenia
It’s the whole world this human stupidity
Though we choke ourselves to death quite literally

And I can talk with my comfortable mouth
With my comfortable clothes and my comfortable house
The tables will turn, we can but stall them
Every empire on this earth has fallen
So unless we can find another way
Maybe not today, but it will come one day
It may sound like I’m bitter but in fact truth be told I am quite the opposite
I wake everyday and am overwhelmed

Just to be alive and be like no one else
And the sheer weight of the thought of space
Is enough to keep my little ego in place
All that we chase and try to replace all along it was right in our face
The only way we can ever change anything
Is to look in the mirror and find no enemy
The only way we can ever change anything
Look in the mirror and find no enemy :musical_note:


#260

Nice white lady.


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#262

Well, this is disappointing. I mean, at first, I was wondering why 3 white women were hanging out on the east side, then, watching the video, we find that they’ve recently moved into Detroit. Gentrification: wasting police time since time immemorial.

I’m glad the young man is free, and unfuck those bigoted women who wasted the very precious time of Detroit PD. (And I’m not using “precious” facetiously, Detroit PD have way better things to do with their time.)


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This again?


#265

Damn. I initially thought this was a regurgitation of the story from a couple years ago. Exactly the same dumb ass shit again. Fuck.


#266

Race and class and history.


#267

“The time will come when that sheet will be ripped off…”


#268

Thread:


#269

That whole thread is fucking accurate…