The fist and what It means to me

black lady with fist,me

letter T sonhe Fist and what it means to me is simple and straightforward. It means the end of self-hatred and the beginning of solidarity. This country has always taught us to hate each other, even our own mothers. This strange land, which some of us call home—-lacking the love and passion that forms the pathology of home—is where our ancestors, and now, the contemporary generation, learned to dislike our beauty, traditions, language, and values.

Why is this important to note? its important to note because a lot of children of color, believe that the enemy is their friend. and the reality is far from it. From, the dumping of slaves over-bored during the trans-Atlantic slave trade, to the yesteryear slaying of 18 year Michael Brown—-this ant-black society has always demonstrated the lax concern of affinity with Afrikan and Afrikan-amerikkka’ns alike. Yet, that belief of the oppressor is your friend, exist—so the question is how do you start to scrap generations of induced hatred and self-delusion off the minds of those with that above mentality? One of the ways, more powerful then any gun of the enemy is, the Fist. For, psychologically, it decolonizes the mind—giving you the key that your ancestors could not find in the sweltering heat of oppression, to unlock the chains that were once invisible, but now are visible.

Liberation starts from the mind. And what better way to free the mind then putting your fist up in the air? the answer is that there is none. The fist symbolizes, especially to my young generation, that the time is now. Also, the fist acts a knob to the door of endless possibilities. By putting your fist in the air, you have opened that door—for unity, love, trust, and kinship to flourish. My brothers and sisters, caught up in the frontlines of the enemy’s tanks and advanced weaponry—do not loose hope, for you are not alone. There are hundreds and even thousands of people behind you marching on with their fist in the air, to join you. The trumpet has been blown, and its time for all in this struggle for liberation, to answer the call of duty.

Stealing our Thunder


letter I was in Cleveland, OH. over the weekend to offer my moral and audible support for the family of Tamir Rice; the 12 year old black boy who was shot and killed by Cleveland police officers in less than 2 seconds, after a dispatch call describing a “young black male,” brandishing a gun at “Cladel,” park

The above weekend was filled with moments of shock, fear, triumphs, and total civil unrest—-as protesters, predominately black and colored, stormed the streets of Cleveland. One such incident involved a middle aged white man threatening to shoot protesters as he mauled them over with his blue van. Another moment, this time, filled with hope and humility is, when protesters were shutting down the “first district police headquarters,” and near by business owners came with gloves, water and pizza to give to the protesters.

Thankfully, there’s visual images of the latter to nicely correlate with this literal structuralism that I am highlighting. I made sure to take lots of pictures and videos of the frustrated and enough-is-enough mentality of community members and out of state folks, supporting the family of Tamir Rice.

With all the media frenzy and out of state supporters assembling to Cleveland to be a part of history-in-the-making; I can’t help but to notice something that’s been a common occurrence whenever a black life is stolen by overseer’s on the american plantation—–police officers, in case you didn’t get the latter pronouncement. Beginning from when I was in Ferguson, Mo for the “Weekend of resistance,” to show solidarity for the family of Michael Brown and Vanderbilt Myers—Rest in Power; and very recently to Cleveland, for Tamir Rice; too often, more so than it should be, non black promoters and passionate activists of the “Revolutionary communist party,” steals the spot light with their presence and visualful banners.

My concern with the above aforementioned is not with the obvious displays of affinity–via moral and audible support by the RCP, but rather, the promotion and potentiality to kick-start their ideological agenda off the death of black lives. The “Revolutionary Communist Party,” does the above in the cloak of what they call “The fight for emancipation,” of all humanity. And that’s completely fine, but my question is, why can’t they do it when there’s white on white crime happening? For example, Sandy hook, the theater shooter, etc. in layman’s term, the death of white lives.

My fear is, an organization that needs black death to kick-start its ideological exigency—-what role will melanoid people play if and when the RCP’s manifesto is achieved? Will they forget us? will they exonerate us? will we even have a seat at the table of power or will those seats be kept reserved until we emancipate ourselves? or will the RCP continue to use us to kick-start other political and social-economic agendas?