I send some of the pictures and asked other artists, writers and poets
to collaborate with a writing piece on their feelings about
Black Lives Matter movement, racism and civil rights.
I attached some of those writing pieces
with the images of the protests.
"Hands Up, Don't Shoot"
Dear Black Lives Matters
You found me during unexpected times
as I walked with ghosts in the summertime.
Listening to the harmony in your heartbeat
as you furiously complain of the mistreat.
Now I stare at you in the streets
fighting as much as you will,
for one day we shall pass the bigotry
as we look ourselves with dignity.
Remember we're all one and need to begin to live in unison with less friction so there's no need for police and politician all we need is love as our religion uniting all Muslims, Jews, Buddhist, Hindus, and Christian African, Asian, Hispanic and Caucasian.
All united as one we're not quitting untilthe job is done until we are all living together having fun all utilizing our skills and talents for one mission to live in a new position were there's no more competition
Peace, love and unity is the message and the vision so please turn off your your tel lie vision tune inside yourself and begin to listen remember you are GOD in the flesh that has now risen whether you're Muslim, Jew, Buddhist, Hindu or Christian
Dear Black Lives Matters
I was never one for saying the Pledge Hand over heart in grade school All that rhetoric about gods and republics Seemed like a fairy tale, an origin myth But let me ask, to those who do think Allegiance means something
Those last seven words Indivisible, with Liberty and Justice For all
What do these words mean What obligation do I have to you And you to me And us to them
Is "one nation" a misprint An advertising slogan Do we get a free gift with purchase If we sign up now?
Snowflakes in Summertime In every state another crime Blackfeet walk a thousand miles
He said: “The revolution will not be televised” She said “It’s an artist’s duty te reflect the times”
We are back on the streets Marching against white supremacists baptized in the same bloody ignorance Their ancestors did and they keep it going Traded conical hats in badges showing Our fists are lit like Black Panter breed The other hand carrying signs for the world to read
We are done being excluded for free BLACK LIVES MATTERS
We burned so hot in 1980 we all stopped screaming.
The pain The burn Felt good.
That year five Miami cops were acquitted In another jurisdiction Of killing Arthur McDuffie.
In 1980 we burned.
Arthur McDuffie A black insurance salesman Arthur McDuffie A former Marine Arthur McDuffie Driving a motorbike through a desolate overpass after midnight in Overtown. Overtown Miami U S A.
In 1980 nobody dreamed of pulling out their phones and recording their daily atrocities in Overtown or Liberty City, or Vietnam that grungy Cuban hood next to 1-95 in little Havana.
Like Reagan to AIDS, we all looked the other way.
But rage won't subside When evidence of a blood-lust beating, bare fisted and starring a Billy club smashed between McDuffie's eyes, comes to light.
Despite the proof The mound of flesh The wounds that bled through the cover story, There was no crime. The law enforcers were acquitted. They enforced the law of their land repugnant and righteous as it was in the face of injustice. The officers beamed never sweating the possibility they'd be punished.
The fires. The uprising. The innocents and the unhinged Dead or wounded at the crossroads of my first real taste of police injustice. Miami burned. Brutality burned. So long ago. So long ago."
- JC Agustin
America doesn't exist without Black lives
Without Black labor Without Black creativity Without Black intelligence
Black love Black humor Black perseverance
America is Black From the roots of its music To the tangle of its hair
Our destiny is manifest In these people Black people