“…Yet, we were both very much invested in the denial of our importance to each other. For different reasons, we both needed to pretend we didn’t care.
Each of us was very busy being cool, ignoring and misnaming the passionate intensity with which we came together wherever possible, usually on that old brass bed in the insulated sunporch, that drafty haven on Walker Road which we turned tropical with the heat of our young bodies’ wildness.”
“We were The Branded, the Lunatic Fringe, proud of our outrageousness and our madness, our bizarre-colored inks and quill pens. We learned how to mock the straight set, and how to cultivate our group paranoia into an instinct for self-protection that always stopped our shenanigans just short of expulsion. We wrote obscure poetry and cherished our strangeness as the spoils of default, and in the process we learned that pain and rejection hurt, but that they weren’t fatal, and that they could be useful since they couldn’t be avoided. We learned that not feeling at all was worse than hurting. At that time, suffering was clearly what we did best. We became The Branded because we learned how to make a virtue out of it.”
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do we sing now? asked if I could hold a tune
For karaoke tho, felt less
voice for the stage but the notes
Not on a page paper
sing slow burn slow
could you call it rage?
call it crescendo.
can you keep up?
thought passing by was rattling. thought of u. thought floating felt radical
"I’m serious now," Hospital Tommy went on. "There is not cause for all this. The boy’s dead. His mama’s screaming. Won’t let them bury him. That ought to be enough colored blood on the streets. You want to spill blood, spill the crackers’ blood that bashed his face in."
"Oh, they’ll catch them," said Walters.
"Catch ‘em? Catch ‘em?" Porter was astounded. "You out of your fuckin mind? They’ll catch ‘em, all right, and give ‘em a big party and a medal."
"Yeah. The whole town planning a parade," said Nero.
"They got to catch ‘em."
"So they catch ‘em. You think they’ll get any time? Not on your life!"
"How can they not give ‘em time?” Walters’ voice was high and tight.
"How? Just don’t, that’s how.” Porter fidgeted with his watch chain.
"But everybody knows about it now. It’s all over. Everywhere. The law is the law."
"You wanna bet? This is sure money!"
"You stupid, man. Real stupid. Ain’t no law for no colored man except the one that sends him to the chair," said Guitar.
"They say Till had a knife," Freddie said.
"They always say that. He could of had a wad of bubble gum, they’d swear it was a hand grenade." Guitar told him.
In 1968, during the administration of US President Lyndon B. Johnson, Eartha Kitt encountered a substantial professional setback after she made anti-war statements during a White House luncheon. Kitt was invited to the White House luncheon and was asked by Lady Bird Johnson about the Vietnam War. She replied: “You send the best of this country off to be shot and maimed. No wonder the kids rebel and take pot.”
During a question and answer session, Kitt stated:
The children of America are not rebelling for no reason. They are not hippies for no reason at all. We don’t have what we have on Sunset Blvd. for no reason. They are rebelling against something. There are so many things burning the people of this country, particularly mothers. They feel they are going to raise sons — and I know what it’s like, and you have children of your own, Mrs. Johnson — we raise children and send them to war.
Her remarks reportedly caused Mrs. Johnson to burst into tears and led to a derailment in Kitt’s career
I SAW THAT FOR WHAT IT WAS I DIDN’T THINK TWICE / EVERYTHING YOU SAID HAS ACTION / WHAT IT DOES / MINIMIZE / QUICK TO ENTICE / MORE THAN WHAT I THOUGHT / DIDN’T DO ANYTHING FOR US / MORE OPEN THAN SKIES / DEEPER THAN BLUES / IT’S NOT ANYTHING BUT SILENCE YOU CHOSE / IT’S NOT ANYTHING YOU DO BUT LOSE
The video features a group of unnamed black kids, purportedly from Ferguson, reciting parts of a script that’s clearly been written by adults. A script that will make you think race is solely a black and white issue, by the way. Even if the children are from Ferguson, it’s unclear if or how they’ve been compensated. Either way, the idea that these kids are from Ferguson is paraded for consumption.
Towards the end, a white adult and a black adult make nice and encourage viewers to buy a FCKH8.com T-shirt. Five dollars from each shirt will supposedly go to unidentified “charities working in communities to fight racism.” Which charities? Who knows! What communities? Can’t tell you.
The video concludes with a dedication, “For Mike,” and a quiet scene from the Ferguson street on which Michael Brown was killed by officer Darren Wilson more than a month ago.
The company behind the video, FCKH8.com, has made a name for itself selling what it calls “LGBT Equality Gear” (which sort of covers some LGB themes, but sort of leaves the T part out). It’s now trying to do the same with its “Anti-Racism Gear.” According to its website, FCKH8.com “recently became owned and managed by Synergy Media,” a corporate branding firm whose clients include Magnum bodybuilding vitamin supplements and pretty offensive “Buckeye Boob T’s” (the latter despite the fact that FCKH8.com says it’s anti-sexist).
There’s an entire economy around black death—and this ad campaign illustrates it all too well. Ironically, this economy’s profit margins depend on upholding the very racism this video claims to want to eliminate.
So there you have it, folks. Everything, it seems, can distilled, packaged, bought and sold—including racism."
TLDR: do not buy the shirts being sold by fckh8!