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No-Thanksgiving

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” Aw,  quit your damn lecturing and stop shoving all that Commie   propaganda in my  face!

I’m an American, I want my turkey, and I want it now –

that’s better.

LET’S  EAT!”

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Wade in the Water

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Wade in the water

Wade in the water,
wade in the water, children,
wade in the water.
God’s gonna trouble the water.

             
See those people dressed in blue,
 
God’s gonna trouble the water.
 They look like my people coming through.

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See those people dressed in red,
 They must be the children that Moses led.
 God’s gonna trouble the water

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Some say Peter, some say Paul,
There ain’t but one God made them all.


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God’s gonna trouble the water

  African-American spiritual

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THE SONS OF GOD : FOR JASIRI X / ON BLACK INNOCENCE

 Black Innocence?”: a PSA from @Jasiri_X | http://newblackman.blogspot.com/2013/09/black-innocence-psa-from-jasiri-x.html … #1HoodMedia

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Escaped child slave, 1860 / Art C.O’Brien 2013

 

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At every stage of the Attack

The sons of God have answered back.

The wind has blown down from the sky
To hear the beauty of their reply.
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Addison brothers, Champaign, Illinois Claire O’Brien / 2000

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Lifted, blown by gusts that swirl
To every corner of the world
Their voices carried through the air:
Gifts to people everywhere.
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With nothing but their bodies, a sidewalk and a can
They danced with angel’s grace: the dance of “Here I Am !”
They wrote an illustrated epic  titled: “Rubble, Heros, Pain”
They autographed each chapter and sent it out by train.
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But every broken heart can’t be revolution’s song.
The wounded cannot heal until they can be calm.
We must track down every man who sits inside a cell.
We must free 900,000, and make sure each one is well.
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To their sons, lost sentries on guard in every town
We must fight to make this promise, then never let them down
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“Your fathers are returning.  Rest.  We will keep you safe from harm.”
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IT TAKES 23 YEARS FOR THE BRAIN OF A MALE HUMAN BEING TO DEVELOP

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IT TAKES 24  YEARS FOR THE BRAIN OF A MALE HUMAN BEING TO DEVELOP.
FAILURE TO RESPECT INTELLECTUAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL, PHYSICAL, CREATIVE, SPIRITUAL,
ECONOMIC,  MORAL,  AND ENVIRONMENTAL INTEGRETY WILL  BE PROSECUTED AS
GENOCIDE UNDER THE 2015  DOMESTIC TERRORISM ACT.
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BACK ON THE 500 YEAR PLAN: A BETTER WORD THAN SLAVERY?

      SONS  OF  GOD : CHERISH  AND  DEFEND 

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TO EACH NEW WAVE OF THE ATTACK

THE SONS OF GOD HAVE ANSWERED BACK.

FOR DECADES, THE BEAUTY OF THEIR  REPLY

 HAS DRAWN THE WIND DOWN FROM THE SKY.

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Around the world, blown through the air:

Priceless gifts to everywhere.

 Europe often called to beg  – in French,  by telephone –

(“Fuck you,” Mr. Baldwin told the States, “I’m never coming home!”

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wITH NOTHING BUT A SIDEWALK, THEIR BODIES AND A CAN

tHEY TWIRLED UPON THEIR HEADS, WHILE ANNOUNCING “hERE i AM!”

THEY WROTE A MESSAGE FROM THE BRONX:  HEROS, RUBBLE, PAIN’.

THEY AUTOGRAPHED  EACH CHAPTER AND SENT IT OUT BY TRAIN.

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EVERY BROKEN HEART CAN’T BE REVOLUTION’S SONG.

HUMANS NEED THEIR OWN HEARTS :

PEACEFUL, SAFE, AND CALM.

iT IS UP TO US, NOT THEM, TO FIGHT UNTIL WE’VE WON.

 AND THEIR HEARTS CAN TRUST THIS RYTHYM :

WE WILL KEEP YOU SAFE FROM HARM.

FAILURE TO RESPECT INTELLECTUAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL, PHYSICAL, CREATIVE, SPIRITUAL, AND MORAL INTEGRETY WILL BE   PROSECUTED  AS GENOCIDE  UNDER THE 2014 DOMESTIC TERRORISM ACT 

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A HOME IN THAT ROCK: THE WAR ON BLACK BOYS

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                            IT WILL LIVE INSIDE ME FOREVER
Sometimes, in the middle of the night, halfway between sleep and consciousness, I go to the place where that bewildered boy of long ago still dwells in me, and my eyes fill with tears. I tell him that he is safe now, and that I will protect him. But the scars on his soul ache, and although he wishes me well in his little, manly way, he is able to draw little solace from my presence.
When I stand in front of my students, my mind often wanders back to those years. Almost as if it were yesterday, I vividly recall watching my father being beaten by the police. I have never felt more impotent and powerless than I did in those days.
They will live inside of me forever.
Gregory  Howard  Williams
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I don’t think of them as dead, but as walking together  over green hills at dawn, peacefully making their way  along a zigzag trail. When they lose sight of one another, one of them calls out in a voice that echoes throughout the hills, “Kote w ye fre m? Brother, where are you?
And the other one answers,  “Mwen la . Right here, brother. I’m  right here.”
Edwidge Danticat,  Brother, I’m Dying
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 GOD GAVE NOAH THE RAINBOW SIGN:  WON’T  BE WATER, IT’S THE FIRE NEXT TIME
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8-year-old boy, Henry Horner Homes housing project, Chicago
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“The future? You better not be thinking about the future if you want to make it through each day.”
Crips set leader, age 16, Brooklyn, New York. Television interview.
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“I just want to be the one in the little boat who goes up and down the river,
pulling out the things that hurt the ducks – so that no more  ducks will die.”
J. Drayton, age 7, Boston
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This is the body of Blake Melvin Staples, the seventh of my family’s nine children. I know his countours well. I bathed and diapered him when he was a baby. He is the smallest of the brothers, with the same short torso, and long arms and legs. His second toe curves slightly and rises in an arc, in a way that’s unique to us.
Below the familiar feet, a drain awaits the blood that will flow from the autopsy.
“The deceased twenty-two-year-old Negro male sustained multiple gunshot wounds – “
The floor gave way, and I fell down and down for miles.
Brent Staples,  Parallel Time

DEAR GOD: PLEASE SEND JOHN BROWN.

 

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“Let America ponder this: Cain killing Abel or George Washington killing Spartucus”

                                                                                                         Victor Hugo, 1859