miumiuglitter asked:

Where were black people when Andy Lopez was shot?






Where were black people for all of these shootings of Latinos: Mario Paz, Hans Arellano, Jaimie Gonzalez, Manuel Diaz, Diego Rivas-Soto, Israel Hernandez-Llach, Margie Carranza and Emma Hernandez, Danny Rodriguez, Sergio Adrian Hernandez Guereca, Jesus Huerta, Alfonso Limon, and the Salvadoran man shot by Salinas police. ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

If you really are gonna sit here and claim Black folks aint posting and getting the word out about those people then get the fuck out. 

You just too fuckin entitled to see that. You think we owe yall something especially when the anti blackness in yall communities is extreme . 

I see black an white people in Ferguson. Still looking for Latinos and I’ve given up on Asians 👀

If this is what we’re doing, let’s do it right.  Where were Latinos:

—during ANY of the civil rights campaigns that were fought and won by Black people, and through which, every other minority has rights afforded to them?

-when Black railroad porters fought for and won the right to organize into unions?

-in the 20s when the NAACP started their anti-lynching campaigns?

-During the Tulsa race riots?

-During Rosewood?

-for any of the race riots and mob lynchings of Black soldiers coming home from WW I?

-In the 40s when Black people fought to be allowed the right to serve in combat units in the military (hint, latinos were already integrated into white combat units and at the the same time had an entirely separate system of ranks for Blacks)

-When Charles Hamilton Houston and Thurgood Marshall fought and won the campaign to end separate but equal?

-when the 101st Airborne had to escort 4 little Black kids to elementary school in Little Rock?

-for Emmett Till?  Or any of the other THOUSANDS of blacks who were lynched across the South from the early 1900s onward?

-during the Montgomery bus boycotts?

-during the Freedom Summers and the voter registration drives in Mississippi and Alabama?

-When the KKK bombed a Black church in Birmingham?

-Where were they during the marches on Selma and DC? Where were Latinos when Blacks were being attacked by police with attack dogs and high pressure water hoses?

-Where were they when we got the Civil Rights Act passed in 1964?

When you get an answer to those questions, come back and let’s talk.




Monica Martin is bae.

Man listen….

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"Curing AIDS? Shit, that’s like Cadillac making a car that lasts for 50 years. And you know they can do it, but they ain’t going to do nothing that fucking dumb. Shit, they got metal on the Space Shuttle that can go around the Moon and withstand  temperatures of up to 20,000 degrees, you mean to tell me you don’t think they can make an El Dorado with a fuckin’ bumper that don’t fall off?"

- Chris Rock (“Bigger and Blacker”, 1999)

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OMG these two….


How about they both shut the fuck up and donate all that cash to Ferguson.


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My friend Neosoul Traphouse’s picture of me throwin’ up my label’s handsign…Love Money Fame ENT

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“Douse my dreams with gasoline
Love me with a lighter
Kiss my lips with kerosene
Set my soul on fire”
Pyromaniac, Amarii Davu (via bloodonthepapyrus)
“I just got done meditating
I was in a rainforest
On the stump of a tree listening to
and feeling the rain.
It engulfed me.
I talked to God.
She told me everything would be ok.
I saw hip hop.
I saw camera flashes and a crowd
unimaginable in size.
I saw me entertaining them.
I saw happiness
I saw myself back in that same forest.
Weathering the storm.
We become one.
I felt my 3rd Eye widen.
It squinted..it was new
to light, to the world.
It saw me for the first time and I, it.
I saw peace in the flesh.
I saw a beginning, freedom,
and tranquility.
I saw me…and it was beautiful.
I am nature.
I am nature in its purest form,
I am life reborn and reborn.
I am love, I am hate
I am meek, I am great
I am living, I am dead,
I am the mystery words unsaid
I am the river that flows
I am achievement for the souls.
I am praise, I am sin,
I am temptation again and again.
I am ONE where there once was two
I am a drinking gourd overflowing of truth
I am youth, I am young,
I am the owl with wisdom on tongue
I am nature.
I am nature in its purest form
I am life…
reborn and reborn.”
Meditation Session, Amarii Davu (via bloodonthepapyrus)
“At the present time
Life is but a dream turned to shit…
It’s a black room furnished with
one door with a mismatched key and lock
What is this fuckery that I’ve designed?
I have sculpted a masterpiece
of poisonous calamity
with a remedy yet to be concocted…
See, I’m currently searching for
temporary gates to permanent floods
and barely keeping my nostrils
above raging waters,
Swimming towards solutions
I could find within myself…
But I’m just a human,
Don’t criticize my methods.
Most of y’all find tranquility
in praying to a man you can’t see
But me?
I find it in drunk meditation
and high expression
in the hopes that I can EQ
the highs and lows of this 24,
So while this spirit is still tied
to this cage
I am my own god,
operating under a higher power:
breaking and creating universes
within this mind of mine,
Don’t judge my power.
This is nothing short of me
burning the blueprints
of the generations before me
and breaking ground
on the pyramids
people tried to take from me,
I own this life.”
— DemiGods, Amarii Davu (via bloodonthepapyrus)
Tonight I sat.
Tonight I sat and thought.
About black life in America
and how unfair it is
that no matter what we do
no matter how much we excel
we are targets.
Black babies, kids, men, and women
all have a crosshair on their skull
and a white man behind the trigger
eager to feel the jerk of the gun
split the skull of another Black youth,
split the divide between us and them farther
split us further away from our hopes and dreams
and the sad thing
is the killing is coming
from the biggest gang in America
Not Crips
Not Bloods
Not Gangster Disciples
just your everyday police force
dressed with nigga-killin’ guns,
smiles lusting for black blood to spill
and they’re all covered by a government
that hates us too
This is our reality
and all we can do is FIGHT!”
The Minority | Amarii Davu (via bloodonthepapyrus)



Brad Pitt in Killing Them Softly.

Every damn frame is dripping with truth.

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Thanks I love you all

For a moment in time, my life FROZE…
Looking back at it,
this has happened many times before,

The FIRST time was when I met you:
We poured a cup of our spirits
into a conversation over life and music
and I needed more

The SECOND time was when I realized
that walls with an electric, barbed wire contraption
didn’t equal your subtraction:
You were still here as my friend
and understood me as a man,
YOU single handedly broke down a 25 year old wall
dismantled the electricity,
and unraveled barbed wire with your bare hands
Sorry for any scars I may have caused…

The THIRD time was when I came to you
without doubt or fear of judgment
and cried in your shoulders
It’s surprising how tears can baptize demons,
and we laid in the floor, holding hands
as we prayed 2 Lady (God)
about my constant struggles
of being black in America with problems
invisible to the eye,
but detrimental to the mind

No matter how many times I look back
I have always seen you by my side,
Even when my childish ways
rendered me blind to the facts
that you are everything I’ve desired in a woman

The way your name
has strings attached to the corners
of my mouth
When I hear your name,
My smiles reaches for California
and without hesitation, finds completion
as it glides towards New York
From west to east, you extend my joy
The wanderlust I experience
with a simple kiss,

I’m in love wit being
in love with you
I’m in love with the fact that
you aren’t afraid to show that you love me,
In love with the fact that no matter what
my best friend is holding my hand,
and brave enough
to walk on a journey with me
to become something much more

THIS is the Sun and Moon love we deserve:
Love speaks.

Love Speaks, Part IV, Amarii Davu (via bloodonthepapyrus)