All they serve is the pocket book of big business, while they take all of our tax money, and try to convince us they are on our side. They kill our children, intimidate the average man and woman on the roads… They are not in alliance with us.
Help us bring awareness to the rage in Police Brutality, and find true
Justice For Andy Lopez!!!!! Cops are profiling and hauling people away from their lives, their families and security. In Sonoma County, they pick on immigrants because they are “powerless” when it comes to US law… they don’t seem to think twice about it.
We know all about racial profiling… brutality and public defense for Trayvon Martin, more Latinos being pulled across borders in Arizona… The police are horrendous.
We ARE NOT POWERLESS!
Video from Michael Ray de Los Angeles – victim of Excessive Force from LAPD!
Event facilitated by Jessica Wilson of the Los Angeles Poet Society
Michael Ray De Los Angeles
(The Matrix, Humboldt State University Womyn’s Resource Center, Fall 2011; The Humboldt Circus Presents: Carnival of The Mind,” April 26-27 20XIII, Eric Van Duzer Theater, Arcata California; Divine Love Talk, CRN Digital Talk Network, 17 July 20XIII; The Greater San Fernando Valley Optimist Club: 8th Annual Celebration Reception, 5 October 20XIII).
Rolling oceans de Amor, ebb and flow with Grace;
As a beauteous resolution is sprouted with a single seed.
Hold us close dear Sac Re Cur, we want to feel your breath,
As we, yes we, interconnect like the neo-dreamers of ions.
Between breathless moments of silence that are filled with joyful harmony,
Our voice is as loud as burning butterfly wings
We sing, we sing, Oh yes we sing;
With the strength of a hurricane it is true.
From the Hill of Humboldt county, to the lower 9th of Naulins,
“I am strength and courage too, I am oh yes I am;
I am strength and courage too, the power in these hands.
We are power, and integrity too, oh yes oh yes we are
We are power and integrity too oh yes, oh yes we are….”
At this moment, I see the divine lines of spirits connecting
And finding common ground in the urban beat-ba-beat-beat-beat.
Our streets, paved with concrete, will be de-con-struct-ed;
Brick by brick if we must.
We Chalk for those we Love:
Julia Butterfly Hill;
Ceasar and Hugo Chavez;
The Drag Queens at (the) Stonewall (riots);
Yes! It is up to us to build trust and seek new horizons,
For we are the immigrant dreamers of Zion
And greatness (yes greatness) is what we be.
So I am going to breathe (mindful of the trees, the birds, the bees and the azurite blue sea.
Che-che-checking in with the Angels of Glory; we are the new story
And the breath of inspiration is in our lungs like argon…
Beyond the world of Maya and Utnapishtim are new beginnings
And the truth is…
The truth is …
That the greatest Earthians;
The greatest of Earth’s inhabitants have not yet been born–
The colorful, genderless children with rainbow eyes are sitting amongst the stars, Laughing in the moonlight,
Swinging in the starshine
Awaiting for the days of free flight.
So, let us pave the bridge across the ocean;
And build a road that extends beyond the sea;
Embrace one another with open heart, body and mind;
Be Love and take the time for one another;
Listen to the wind (it is our voice);
Be fearless, courageous and loving;
And if nothing else
because My Brothas’ and Sistahs,
“Nino, Andy’s Poem”
People of color are sentence to death
on the streets by badges and guns
who wear cowards member Chris Donner
Black and Brown cops
don’t kill little white boys. WHY?
Cops get away with murder
’cause of criminal lies they utter
“I thought the Boy’s toy gun had rounds
and he was armed and deadly
he stalked his yard killed a rubber duckie
and just grazed a polka-dot puppy
I was in fear for my life
so I returned rapid fire killing the perpetrator!”
Every-time a cop sleeps wit’ the “REAPER”
I muse how many Brothers of color
has that “ROGUE” cop killed
and gotten away legal genocide
under the color of flour sack face folks laws!
My belated condolences to the Lopez family
Do you remember October 22, 2013?
What were you doing?
What were you wearing?
Where were you going?
Imaging yourself, walking down your street,
To check your mailbox –
Many communities have that –
A central mail area…
So you are just walking,
You are holding a knife,
Or maybe it was a letter opener,
And you hear someone yell:
You hear this call behind you,
Barely begin to around
That’s the end.
That’s where your story stops.
You’ve just been shot
For holding a “weapon”,
Without the chance to turn around.
Not give the chance
To prove that it was NEVER
But it’s too late for that.
Your voice is silent.
The neighborhood policeman
just assassinated you.
Returns to work.
Makes a report.
To avoid controversy, the policeman is suspended…
Enough time to let the people forget –
The tragedy of YOUR LIFE
Time passes and the policeman is back on duty.
Ready to pick up
Where he left off.
Trained assassin, pulling judgment.
So where were you standing
When you heard
That the police force has murdered 1000s
If not 10,000s
Of lives across the nation?
Where were you when you learned
That policemen go on “Patrols”
To beat down on unarmed
Homeless and mentally ill?
Where were you sitting when you
Of the 1000s of nameless women
Who were forced to comply,
Can’t you remember?
Where’ve you been?
(SILENCE to crowd:)
Remember Andy Lopez. He reached 13 years to be proud of, until Deputy Sheriff Gelhaus took it all away, that afternoon, on October 22, 2013. Andy was murdered. Shot 8 times for carrying, openly, a “weapon”. Toy guns… did you ever play cowboys and Indians?
– Jessica M. Wilson Cardenas
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