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avesbaby:

Flying Frida.

knowledgeequalsblackpower:

Lauryn Hill - “Black Rage”

Black rage is founded on dreaming and draining 
Threatening your freedom 
To stop your complaining 
Poisoning your water 
While they say it’s raining 
Then call you mad 
For complaining, complaining 
Old time bureaucracy 
Drugging the youth 
Black rage is founded on blocking the truth 
Murder and crime 
Compromise and distortion 
Sacrifice, sacrifice 
Who makes this fortune? 
Greed, falsely called progress 
Such human contortion 
Black rage is founded on these kinds of things 

Mercy ma

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■ I will not be returning to Ferguson

blacksupervillain:

abbyjean:

I had been on the ground helping Al Jazeera America cover the protests and unrest in Ferguson, Mo., since this all started last week. After what I saw last night, I will not be returning. The behavior and number of journalists there is so appalling, that I cannot in good conscience continue to be a part of the spectacle.

Things I’ve seen:

-Cameramen yelling at residents in public meetings for standing in way of their cameras

-Cameramen yelling at community leaders for stepping away from podium microphones to better talk to residents

-TV crews making small talk and laughing at the spot where Mike Brown was killed, as residents prayed, mourned

-A TV crew of a to-be-left-unnamed major cable network taking pieces out of a Ferguson business retaining wall to weigh down their tent

-Another major TV network renting out a gated parking lot for their one camera, not letting people in. Safely reporting the news on the other side of a tall fence.

-Journalists making the story about them

-National news correspondents glossing over the context and depth of this story, focusing instead on the sexy images of tear gas, rubber bullets, etc.

-One reporter who, last night, said he came to Ferguson as a “networking opportunity.” He later asked me to take a picture of him with Anderson Cooper. 

One anecdote that stands out: as the TV cameras were doing their live shots in front of the one burnt-out building in the three-block stretch of “Ground Zero,” around the corner was a community food/goods drive. I heard one resident say: “Where are the cameras? I’m going to go see if I can find some people to film this.”

Last night a frustrated resident confronted me when he saw my camera: “Yall are down here photographing US, but who gets paid?!” 

name names tho

twinjude:

"Talkin All Dat Jazz" by C.Mousai

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Artwork inspired by the music video for “Jazz”, from Mick Jenkin’s “The Water[s] album. check out the video here : http://mickjenkins.com

from AL to BK//
@fox_monocle 
#vscocam
#AFROPUNK

wrong doings and urges like:

my fist is on the wooden table by the corner. your shadow illuminates the far side of the room. i fall in bed thinking about the rush. the rush in feeling the anticipation. the anticipation in decision. decision to divide my feelings of natural pride and cover and uncover the simple blade in fact that I’m missing every part of you that I had the chance to taste in moonlight and back seat Hondas and day beds pickled with sweat and moisture-conversation.
// we dont have those. we don’t talk. you don’t talk to me. and I’m reaping the repercussion of wanting to hear from you—we were close like skin melting on heated floors in torture facilities-she texted me to see how i was and i haven’t responded because you haven’t even sent me a smoke signal or shit-I’m blaming it on me this time. and she will call me foul names in her heart in my imagination-daddy said it all starts there…in your imagination. i imagine this wont get very far. I’m tired of starting. you wouldn’t read the letter anyway. and i her text.

doe-rose:

African Prints
famo

i gotta but my mercy lounge ticket for fka twigs asap. I have a bad feeling they’re going to go…even in nashville. Oh gosH

nuanced-subversion:

is this beautiful solidarity too much for you, anon?

(also, i feel bad for you.)

WoW. beautiful.

kenyatta:

chrisbrinleejr:

Not quite my normal adventure posts, but yesterday I shot history-in-the-making as Mo’ne Davis became the first female pitcher to ever win a Little League Series game.

She pitched a two-hitter/no-run game.

It was incredible watching her perform. She had the skill and confidence of a world-class athlete. Can’t wait to see where this young lady goes.

Here’s Mo’ne on this week’s cover of Sports Illustrated:

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And here’s my favorite quote from that article:

"I never thought at the age of 13 I’d be a role model… I always wanted to be a role model, but being a baseball role model is really cool."

girl go head!!


Ferguson
msnbc:


"From 2006 to 2012, a white police officer killed a black person at least twice a week in this country." - MHP

Melissa Harris-Perry gives a heart-wrenching tribute to the deaths of black men that have occurred at the hands of police in the past decade.


wild

ras-al-ghul-is-dead:

A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  

Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."

(Laughs.)

There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’

bless up.