It was seven when I heard the sirens
I had to get away, but my legs wouldn’t move.
I was running nowhere fast.
Suddenly, I was face down.
1, 2, 3 officers
knee in my back,
arms wrestled behind me.
My rights were never read;
was told I had none.
To take another man’s life is said to be the most egregious sin,
and so is the denial of justice.
Head mushed down,
cop car door slammed shut.
“We got ’em Capt!”
my guilt mistaken.
Identifying innocence in a man of a darker hue would never be mistaken.
No judge, no jury.
A badge and a gun;
you call ’em the law,
we call ’em executioners.
from hose spraying
Nixon’s War on Drugs,
NOT GUILTY verdicts for Zimmerman
the killers of Michael Brown and Tamir Rice,
burned churches to church shootings.
For me my skin represents hope, despite despair.
For you my blackness illustrates the threat to the supremacist ideologies America harbors,
and so you cage me,
rape my face,
all while quoting the Constitution.
Thank you Ava Duvernay,
Thank you Angela Davis.
Thank you Michelle Alexander.
Thank you Assata- We applaud you for making America’s Top Ten Most Wanted List, not because we champion criminality. Your refusal to surrender is a pure example of the fight for justice.
When told I wouldn’t make it to see 21, at 22 I laughed, until my 23rd birthday hit and I was murdered by a judge with a gavel, armed with something just as deadly as shotgun slugs . . . federal sentencing guidelines. At 37, I’m living dead in the graveyard of potential called prison. A slave labeled as an inmate. Repeated attempts to break my spirit . . . rehabilitation.
5% of the world’s population, 25% of the world’s prison population . . . AMERICA’s Massacre!
Huey P. Newton said it best, “Politics is war without the bloodshed.”
Politicians are everyday waging a war against the lower class, while law enforcement is doing the same, minus the politics. Just check the news.
Believe you me America, as Massacre, I stood before the courts and accepted responsibility for my own doing and much more, yet we still sit and wait for you to acknowledge the death and despair you deal to us and ours.
Tewhan Butler, author of America’s Massacre.