Charles Bukowski, Factotum (via shihab-alen)
Paul Mooney (via al-smooth)
Game. Set. Match.
African Americans is somehow unrelated to the practices and logic of civil society. In Latino Studies, there is an evident animus to African Americans, expressed as concerns about Black xenophobia and Black insensitivity to illegality. The thread that binds Asian American Studies and Latino Studies scholarship is a belief in Black American citizenship, a hostility to which actually demonstrates that the legal document, in the case of Blacks, does not actually matter. What both Asian American Studies and Latino Studies, as well as immigrant rights activism and non-Black liberals and progressives in general presume, is that Black people have citizenship but that spectacles of anti-Black racism—such as the recent Troy Davis execution, the Oscar Grant murder by a white police officer at the Bart station in the Bay, or hurricane Katrina—demonstrate the contingent and flexible nature of citizenship. Such gestures attempt to re-imagine African Americans as akin to immigrants of color, whose status is tenuous, contingent, and flexible to the demands of the nation-state, capital, and whites.
But for Blacks, there is no such thing as circumstance, pretext, or even, to use the words of immigrant rights activists, legality or illegality. To assume as much means that we can identify historical moments in which Blacks are not guilty. Of course, Blacks are not always guilty of committing the criminal acts they are accused of and in some cases, the courts have affirmed as much. But Black people are never not guilty of being Black and thus their experience of being criminalized—which is ontological and not behavioral—cannot be conflated with or subsumed under frameworks common among immigrant rights advocates. Or, as Kenyon Farrow, in his remarks at the recently held New York City Troy Davis Memorial succinctly put it: “we must come to accept that to be Black and ‘innocent’ is an oxymoron in the world we live in.”—
"To be black and innocent is an oxymoron in this society"
you have faced
demons infested nests with monarchal table manners
firing squads dressed like clowns
anacondas jumping from jungle trees
atheists terrorists claiming to save the world one bullet at a time
but a laughter or a sob from your child
is enough to break you into a gentle, little lamb
and make you lay claim to impossible innocence
Oh they can see you
them eyes can see you all right
nothing wrong with them
these fools used to dare each other
into staring contests at that old yellow star hanging in the sky
so yes they can see you all right
but even if them eyes were open 24/7
they wouldn’t see the hell sized hole your heart is
that abyss sucking everything alive or kicking
so watch your step if you run into her
otherwise you will be giving up one limb at a time
just for declaring a love you can’t prove
Signed formidable poet, former victim and eternal fool
Wow, been awhile I woke with inflamed words putting themselves together to form a poem or a story, and I can’t even go back to sleep because that muse won’t shut up, I’m about to lay down five poems right now. Been too long I felt her touch, and I sure was missing it!!!