Black Lives Matter. Still


#357

(“folds” = typo for “folks”)


#358

But “not all cops” right?


#359

They didn’t kill him, but they certainly fucked up his life.

He’s 12 for fucks sake. For selling CDs. Really? Some days I hate this world.


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#362

Cobb county cops, still being racist as fuck… Another reason to just wall of that entire part of the metro area until they can get their shit together.


#363

These photographs are gorgeous.


#364

Thread:


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#367

Damn, that is powerful. I suspect the high muckety mucks stopped listening after the first “motherfuckers” in an orgy of pearl clutching, which just proves his point. To some folks, a man cursing in a public meeting is a greater sin than innocent black people being murdered in the street. I can hear the response in my head clearly, "We surely cannot discuss the matter of innocent black people being murdered by publicly sanctioned goon squads if you are going to insist on such foul, unspeakable language (much gasping and affliction of vapors ensues.) I suspect that it would be different if the dead were white, but that is just a guess. (/s)


#368

Chicago. Under Democratic control since 1931. Jon Burge’s reign of torture continued into the 1990’s. With the knowledge and approval of the local judicial and political establishment.

It isn’t just the GOP.


#369

https://abcnews.go.com/US/wireStory/puzzling-number-men-tied-ferguson-protests-died-61744427?cid=clicksource_4380645_null_card_hed

Skip the comments. Usual racist “I am sure they deserved it” shit. To quote Scotty, “Twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action.”


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#371

:musical_note: Now, it’s the opening salvo
Where poets scope the people like Mohammad and Malvo
A sample of the battle we waged against an animal
Made to snuff us out like the wick of a candle
And all the youth dressed in camo, we’re ready to handle
And no this war was not scripted, can’t change the channel
We canceling all subscriptions, this is the last issue
When the casket’s closed can’t take the cash with you
No post-mortem residuals
We individuals who
Indivisible become the most invincible
But that is not the issue at hand
We demand the simple right to question y’all people
Where the fuck is freedom at?
It’s all we ask but instead we get our asses
Assassinated fast
If they catch you talking trash
Then the first shall be last
It’s time to prepare
Black clouds, sky falling, put a hand in the air

And my people building monuments to weather the flood
I’m a leave how I came screaming covered in blood
Died once born twice both times we knuckled up
Alongside our people we gonna struggle with love

So struggle with love, struggle with love, struggle with love

Now this here’s for those who choose fights whose fruits might
Never not ripen until after they life
It’s not right how they martyr our leaders and target our children
Disrespect the sisters and wonder why we militant
Peace to my third world equivalent
Even if I can’t fight beside you
I write what I can
To get our fam in other lands to understand your pain
Cause your beef is mine and we one and the same
And I know about this privilege
But if you’re from where I’m from
Then you know a bigger burden comes with it
And that’s what I carry when you see me on a hustle
I’m talking as a walking document of our struggle
Kasamas hold me down and remember that I love you
And Johnny hold your head up if they ever take me from you
And please tell him that I tried, don’t cry
Cause no matter where you are, our struggle’s near by

And my people building monuments to weather the flood
I’m a leave how I came screaming covered in blood
Died once born twice both times we knuckled up
Alongside our people we gonna struggle with love

So struggle with love, struggle with love, struggle with love

Right now I want to thank God for being me
My soul won’t rest until the colony is free
1896 revolution incomplete
Silence is defeat my solution is to speak
Resurrect a legacy of martyrs I beseech
Time to choose a side it’s the mighty vs. the meek
My big brother Free brought the word from the East
We’re the bullet in the middle of the belly of the beast

Hey :musical_note:


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#373

Because why not…