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Run the Jewels drop some major truth a year after Ferguson

“Riots work.” At least, that’s according to Run the Jewels. In a video exclusive to the BBC, Killer Mike discussed how the events that unfolded on the streets of Ferguson last year forever changed the city for the better. And Ferguson’s own law enforcement actually agrees.

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Michael Brown surveillance footage sparks fresh protests in Ferguson

  • A group of protestors congregated outside of a liquor store in Ferguson, Missouri, on Sunday night after a documentary containing previously unreleased footage of police shooting victim Michael Brown aired at South by Southwest.
  • According to CNN, Stranger Fruit, which debuted at the Austin, Texas, festival on Saturday evening, featured footage of the unarmed black teen entering Ferguson Market and Liquor Store 11 hours before he was accused of robbing it in 2014.
  • Brown, 18, would later be gunned down by police for the purported crime in an instance of police violence that devastated a community and sparked nationwide riots.
  • Director Jason Pollock, previously told CNN that he thinks it likely that Brown did not rob the convenience store, but rather was involved in a drug deal with clerks who worked there. Read more (3/13/17 10:11 AM)

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All Hands on Deck - Art by Damon Davis in Ferguson

Damon Davis is an Emmy Award winning artist from St. Louis and traveling around the country to display his art.

“I tell stories that speak to the human experience. The hands you see are images I have captured of people who have shaped and upheld this movement. The peoples movement. It is our right – to be seen, to be heard…to be validated. It is our collective responsibility. The "All Hands On Deck” project is an ode to that diverse collective dedicated to protecting our human rights, no matter race, age or gender. “All Hands On Deck” is our charge - a call of action to stand with those who stand for us all.“

- Damon Davis

#BlackLivesMatter

Surrounded by clouds of tear gas that hung low in the air above his head, Edward “Skeeda” Crawford sat on the sidewalk and watched as the Ferguson police traded shouts and threats with dozens of residents who had gathered in protest on the night of Aug. 11, 2014.

For three consecutive nights, enraged crowds had gathered to demand answers about the police shooting of Michael Brown, an unarmed black 18-year-old whose body had been left in the street for more than four hours. But this was the first night that Crawford had joined the protests.“This is beyond Mike Brown,” Crawford said that evening. “This is about all of us.”

Read more here: Edward Crawford, protester from iconic Ferguson photo, dead from self-inflicted gunshot in St. Louis 

The media loves to dehumanize black people and I’m sick of it!! 😡😡| Btw does anyone know this mans name?

Know Your Rights
The Clash
Know Your Rights

This is a public service announcement, with guitar:

Know your rights, all three of them.

1). You have the right not to be killed. Murder is a crime–unless it was done by a policeman or an aristocrat.

Know your rights.

2). You have the right to food money, providing of course you don’t mind a little investigation, humiliation, and–if you cross your fingers–rehabilitation.

Know your rights; these are your rights. Know these rights.

3). You have the right to free speech as long as you’re not dumb enough to actually try it.

Know your rights; these are your rights–all three of them.

It has been suggested in some quarters that this is not enough. Well, get off the streets.

The Clash, 1982.

Kids Who Die by Langston Hughes

This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,
For kids will die certainly.
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,
Eating blood and gold,
Letting kids die.

Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi
Organizing sharecroppers
Kids will die in the streets of Chicago
Organizing workers
Kids will die in the orange groves of California
Telling others to get together
Whites and Filipinos,
Negroes and Mexicans,
All kinds of kids will die
Who don’t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment
And a lousy peace.

Of course, the wise and the learned
Who pen editorials in the papers,
And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names
White and black,
Who make surveys and write books
Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die,
And the sleazy courts,
And the bribe-reaching police,
And the blood-loving generals,
And the money-loving preachers
Will all raise their hands against the kids who die,
Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets
To frighten the people—
For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people—
And the old and rich don’t want the people
To taste the iron of the kids who die,
Don’t want the people to get wise to their own power,
To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together

Listen, kids who die—
Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you
Except in our hearts
Maybe your bodies’ll be lost in a swamp
Or a prison grave, or the potter’s field,
Or the rivers where you’re drowned like Leibknecht
But the day will come—
You are sure yourselves that it is coming—
When the marching feet of the masses
Will raise for you a living monument of love,
And joy, and laughter,
And black hands and white hands clasped as one,
And a song that reaches the sky—
The song of the life triumphant
Through the kids who die.