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Tattered Rag

as we collect our stories and reclaim our names

we become aware of the possibility

that, in fact, we always live with our ancestors

as we collect our stories and reclaim our names

we start to contrive

the raw material

to obtain our fibers

as we collect our stories and reclaim our names

we start to cultivate the insights of how those fibers can be woven into strands

that when interlocked with other fibers

create a collective blanket, untold histories

 

No, not a patchwork-quilt, not a melting *** not a salad bowl

not a room full of flags with countries we cant place on a map

and full of people WE can’t help but fetishize

no, No, NO

this is an interwoven stitch

this is a tattered rag

that has been used to wipe **** off of colonizer’s ********

that has been used to wipe the dripping *** off of Thomas Jefferson’s ****

as he finishes up with his Saartjie Baartman,

that has been used to hide the faces of the KKK as they drag uppity black boys down the street

and LYNCH them in carnival and spectacle

that has been soaked in Black and Brown blood on the streets of

Ferguson, Baltimore, New York, North Carolina, Milwaukee, and every other city and district in the US of KKK

 

This is not a handholding session with me

I am the oppressor and I must fear my own wrath

my fiber is white, my strand is white

and too many strands are white

and too many Black, Brown, Red, and Yellow strands have been bleached

or told “wait your turn to be included in the blanket"

or "be thankful we even include you in the stitching

give us a TOKEN of gratitude”

I take YOUR strands and use them to cloth MY babies while yours lie naked

 

The time is now

to take the clorox and gulp it down as it eviscerates our throats and consumes our souls

We don’t need anymore whitewashed histories

we dont need anymore white sheets

we don’t need to go to BED, BATH, and BEYOND

I cannot come to you with a bail full of cotton and ask you to join me in a knitting session

#IMNOTRACISTBUT…

 

this is not a time for diversity and multiculturalism

or the co-option of “social justice”

 

this is a time for Solidarity

 

this is a time for Liberation

 

this is a time for Abolition

 

this is a time for Insurrection

 

this is a time for Rebellion

 

this is a time for Revolution

 

I cannot be the leader

but I can contribute

I cannot be the voice

but I can sure has hell listen

 

and this is how we will transform the blanket

not with hollow words and moderate reforms

but with direct action and liberatory collaboration

by yelling the phrase “white supremacy is as American as apple pie” at the top of our lungs

 

not with corporate funding and 5,000 dollar a plate galas

but by dismantling the looms that have woven the threads of

Hate, **** Land theft, and Genocide

that have woven the strands of

reservations, redlining, white flight, and gentrification

and by co-creating ones that speak to our destroyed histories

that refuse to use the bleach

even when the blanket gets *****

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Jul 16, 2015
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