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Anonymous said: ''fuck bein’ on some chill shit we go zero-to-a-hunned, nigga, real quick- '' Is this from a song? I know you're a trini but did you include that to appeal to a wider online audience? Genuinely curious.

It’s the first two lines of Drake’s ‘0 to 100’. I included it regardless of ‘appeal’, I guess. I reference music a great deal in my work, and that means I reference a lot of musical influences independent of genre or source once it’s relevant. 

While I do listen to more ‘foreign’ music over local stuff, that has never stopped me from referencing local art or culture when relevant or valuable. Your question, however, does make me ask myself why I don’t put more of my genuine culture in my work.


remix for the facts

Can we go back, 
this is the moment, 
tonight is the night, 
we’ll fight when it’s over, 
so we put our-

hands up 
don’t shoot 

I want to say it’s
as easy as a song lyric 
but people carved like me
have sung darker songs 
have pointed out what grows on these trees
ex fructibus cognoscetis eons
of broken backs and broken homes

and breaking free

this has not been our moment for a while 
I can feel the screams from over the seas 

I have scraped the skin off the bones 
of their lies 
and held them within calipers 
this is the thickness of racism 

I have measured their law books 
from end to end 
have taken note of the weight of their pages 
this is the thickness of racism 

I’ve heard lanky white college boys ask about fucking 
over African sound 
or African-sounding 
and don Jamaican accents beside half-Trini trap beat 
this is the thick drawl of racism

they want us to stay calm 
not get overwhelmed 
emotions destroy the cause of 
not being destroyed by other people’s emotions 

those who are hunted 
only do not look like animals 
when they remain tame enough to be shot 

you are given nothing 
you are getting hunted 

fuck bein’ on some chill shit 
we go zero-to-a-hunned, nigga, real quick

we have rocks 
and our hands 
and godly light 
and our voices 

only half of these things can free us 
but the other half just makes sense 
to keep moving 

I can’t tell the difference 

the ceiling has been holding us 
before we could remember 
once we sailed with the ceiling 
as your footpath 
and once we worked with the ceiling 
as your foot 

now we live 
with the ceiling 
as the bottom of your expectations 

the ceiling has been holding us 
before we could remember 

we can’t ever put our hands up 
in celebration 

only for God to comfort us 
and to you 
to feel comfortable

The way I feel about the conversations I have about representation, social justice, equity, and the public good.

The way I feel about the conversations I have about representation, social justice, equity, and the public good.



Untitled, fluid acrylics, 12” x 9” on wood panel


Untitled, fluid acrylics, 12” x 9” on wood panel

Aug 27

“I asked the doctor and he confirmed that there is white skin under black skin. A teacher of his once took a very thin slice of skin off a cadaver and showed it to his students and said, ‘This is the thickness of racism.’” —

Andres Serrano (via bombmagazine)

I want really badly for this to be the epitaph of a novel.



Michael Brown's mom laid flowers where he was shot—and police crushed them -


As darkness fell on Canfield Drive on August 9, a makeshift memorial sprang up in the middle of the street where Michael Brown’s body had been sprawled in plain view for more than four hours. Flowers and candles were scattered over the bloodstains on the pavement. Someone had affixed a stuffed animal to a streetlight pole a few yards away. Neighborhood residents and others were gathering, many of them upset and angry.

Soon, police vehicles reappeared, including from the St. Louis County Police Department, which had taken control of the investigation. Several officers emerged with dogs. What happened next, according to several sources, was emblematic of what has inflamed the city of Ferguson, Missouri, ever since the unarmed 18-year-old was gunned down: An officer on the street let the dog he was controlling urinate on the memorial site.

Oh… it gets worse.

“Journalist Gary Webb unearthed the CIA’s dual imperial role in the “War on Drugs.” In his 1996 investigation, Webb found that cocaine was being smuggled into the US and sold in Los Angeles by Contra terrorists fighting a US proxy war against Nicaragua’s Sandinista movement. The smuggled cocaine was sold in its crack form and intentionally distributed in the Black community to provide justification for rampant policing and imprisonment, including the mandatory 100 to 1 difference between crack powder cocaine prison sentences. Profits from the US sponsored drug trade were funneled back to the Contras to help pay for arms from US coffers.​ Both on the domestic and international front, Webb’s findings revealed that the US imperial “War on Drugs” was a dual war on the Black community and the oppressed peoples of the world.” — The Road to Ferguson and the Necessity of Anti-Imperialist Spirit (via azspot)

(via azspot)