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fuzzytek:

The Other Black Man - T. Miller at #NMOS14det 

August 14, 2014 was a National Moment Of Silence to recognize the violent deaths which continue daily. Some at the hands of racist police. Some propagated within our society of questionable values. YES QUESTIONABLE - each of us must offer introspection as to who we are in the matter of life as it is occurring around us. What are we leaving for the generations upon generations that follow? How have we learned from the generations who are slipping away from our consciousness? Some are being placed out of sight, out of mind. Closed loop consciousness is NOT OK.

It only takes a moment of clear vision to change your life. A pivotal moment when life changes for your future and everyone you encounter. If you’ve never had a pivotal moment, then you haven’t gone to a moment of silence and introspection often enough. Be still and listen. Listen thoroughly, soak it up and absorb the essence. Step out of that moment refreshed, renewed in spirit and in hope. Have more discussions, more debates, more multi-faceted conversations with people you may not quite be aligned with … and breathe in their essence as it completes who you are, who they are, and who WE ARE as community uniting past these differences that threaten to divide.

"The Other Black Man" by T. Miller

When black girls 

Who look like black men

Are murdered 

   for not succumbing to the cat calls of strangers

   for not going home with men making promises 

        of turning us back into women for holding our girlfriend’s hands.

I’m tired

When walking past a crowd full of men

    who have had way too much rejection to drink

    and is looking for a fight

    and is looking for a dyke

    and is looking for a reason to use their judgement 

          to paint the cement with our blood

We are not remembered

Our deaths are so unceremonious

     we die in the middle of the night

          at bus stops

          in dirty bathroom stalls

We are not remembered

They not talk about us

They not march for us

    the feminists rarely start movements in our names

We don’t even leave stains

We disappear 

We prove the answer for minority multiplication 

    is society minus a triple threat

    three less questions 

    to have to worry about, answer, and joke

A woman

A black and

A gay

   all walk into the same bar

   in the same body

Punchline - her life

Punchline - her death

Punch her lying naked and beaten in the alley of that bar

   with the words nigger and fag burned into her skin

   using her last breath to ask God 

       why her identity had to weigh so much

       and don’t remember us Sakia 

       we are not woman enough

       we are not man enough

      too Ellen 

      not enough Trayvon Martin

   don’t look 

   like we bleed monthly

There is no market for us

No reason to believe we could have been the next anything outside of shadows

   even our mothers can’t figure out how to love us

   can’t believe that God gave you three burdens as a daughter

   fathers can’t figure out 

       who to protect us from

       who to show us off to 

       don’t know which gun to teach us how to use

   so they raise us

   to believe

   that Alzheimer’s is a disease

   that society catches after everyone’s death

       there’s nothing special about our forgotten

   except for the fact that

   we are woman, black, and queer 

   feared by the police, the prejudice, the people who want us to take off our hoodies

   our sexuality

   and we weren’t memorable enough to talk about our Oscar Grants

How dare us ask them to make noise for our Sakia Gunns

The other black man

Who ones who chose to be this way 

To look like we’ve spent our lives

    practicing how to be targets

Black men are targets

We are just imitations

    not even worthy of being considered trash

    never wanted to be considered trash so badly 

         to at least be noticed 

We know you are not going to stop killing us

But at least have enough decency to leave records of our deaths

    hang us on trees near streetlights

    give us names

    tell our mothers that you are sorry for their losses even if you are not 

Just talk about us

The black girls who look like black men

Wearing quiet death as a cologne

Even if you are going to kill us

    at least start a conversation after your done.

Thank you

Respect,
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fuzzytek:

Detroit National Moment of Silence #NMOS14det

August 14, 2014 - Detroit’s concerned came to Hart Plaza for a rally to discuss violence in our communities. Violence comes in many forms and we heard from spoken word poets, musicians, and community leaders. People who haven’t been wrapped up in a mainstream media frenzy. People who are compelled to reach out and let their neighbor know there are people helpful and concerned in our neighborhoods.

Video playlist - bit.ly/NMOS14detvids

coolfeminist:

This is really fucking powerful.

(via theexemplar)

(via thefader.com)

Thursday at 7pm Detroit will participate in a National Moment of Silence (NMOS) to acknowledge injustice and the deaths which have been occurring at an ever increasing rate. Location: Hart Plaza

Click for Facebook Event link.

We will gather beginning at 7:00pm, the moment of silence will be at 7:20pm, and we ask that you stay for the vigil that will immediately follow. Candles, posters and signs are welcome and encouraged!

Please use the hashtags #NMOS14 and #NMOS14Det on social media and share this information widely.

*If you are interested in sponsoring the rally, volunteering, or otherwise contributing, email nmos14Det@gmail.com