“This is real. Me being an ex-felon, being part of mass incarceration, being attacked and beat by the police. This is very much real for me. I’ve been homeless, I’m a father, a student and a vet. My people are the blood, sweat and tears, and the backbone of this country. Where nothing exists here today if it were not for black people. People of color have always been ostracized and abused in this place that they call the great United States. Fuck the United States. The United States is full of shit. They got their priorities fucked up. We got a clown for a president. And police are killing our people at random, not just our youth but our elderly too. Enough is enough. How do you kill a man when he’s telling you he can’t breathe? You keep your foot on his neck even after he done stopped breathing, you still got your foot on his neck. Something has to end. So until they give us what we ask for, we’re here, we’re not going nowhere.” - Kannon
“I feel just like the budget of the police that we pay taxes for. I feel fat. I feel oily and greasy. And I feel like a glutinous pig.” - Officer B. Acon [@nypig]
Thousands took to the streets of NYC today for the Black Lives Matter bike protest. ✊🏾 We began in Times Square, rode Uptown to 125th St, then back downtown to end at Wagner Park, just south of Battery Park City. 💥 The vibes were magical. ✊🏾✨🙏🏾✌🏾
In the midst of much despair I’m holding some space for joy this morning. This was a film I created in collaboration with The National Black Theatre for my debut photo exhibit as part of “The Alchemy of Black Joy” in 2016. ✊🏾🙏🏾💓✨
A gentleman shuffles through the crowd with a board full of pins, "One for five dollars, three for ten." As the sun casts a golden hue over Eastern Parkway we begin to march, "No Justice, No Peace," "When do we want it? Now!" The overflow of love from windows and stoops is magical, creating a symphony of fists high, pots and pans banging, and determination for change that swirls in the air.