Category: Represent Our Resistance

Trump recognizes himself as under attack now, so he’ll make himself a martyr for under the lights and before the cameras. Show time!

The legacy of enslavement for African Americans is resistance rather than a sense of entitlement. Racial supremacy. Economic dominance. For the enslaved black, freedom meant NOT being somebody’s property. Not placed in chains. Not dehumanized. Domesticated. But free to be.

if you say to Americans today, this is history, not just black history, but American history, the only history of America worth it’s salt, the hate pours forth. You become a pariah.

What is slavery if not the history of America’s brutal subjugation of Africans and African Americans? But our subjugation didn’t end in 1865. The backlash against freed blacks and Reconstruction resulted in the violent renunciation of our humanity again with legalized segregation and the systemic oppression meant to track and stifle our rights as human beings as well as our mobility in the world.

Unfortunately it seems, we don’t have to work as hard or as long as Hitler and his henchmen. Blacks are shoot dead by law enforcement personnel who are subsequently acquitted. And the president of the US, eyeing his supporters, announces that he has no problems with those arrested taking a few bumps and suffering some bruises. Why treat “them” gently, with compassion, at least? Let’s not mention the word, love.

If there’s one thing the US college bribery scandal has taught us, it’s that everyone is climbing, everyone is climbing that ladder to success—by hook or crook—and in America, over the majority of Americans who’s ancestors built this nation. Whether or not individual Americans profess an oath to uphold the principles of the KKK or any other organized white supremacist group, the laws and policies benefit the wealthy ownership class and white Americans.

Josephine Baker is witness to how America’s cultural narratives, generation after generation, rejecting the reality of black humanity, sanctions a campaign of terrorism against Africans Americans.

In every state of this union we migrants have been We work on the land and we'll fight until we win It's always we ramble, that river and I All along your green valleys I'll work till I die Travel this road until death sets me free Because pastures of plenty must always be free

The artist needs the support of the community, but society conspires against relationships that aren’t acknowledging the centrality of Wall Street and white supremacy, kinship, community. The artist is “removed,” one way or the other, like in any war. He or she “falls silent and the people have lost another hope.”

There’s something to fear when progress means the accumulation of well-lighted plantations. This isn’t the way toward social democracy and justice!