life of a w.o.c in animosity. music and hip hop culture cure me.

socialismartnature:

Demonstrators face-off against police during a protest against the shooting of Kimani Gray, March 13, 2013 in the East Flatbush neighborhood of the Brooklyn borough of New York City. Numerous arrests were made during the police crackdown on this protest.

16-year-old Kimani Gray was shot and killed by police on March 9, provoking unrest in the neighborhood.

descentintotyranny:

How Every Part of American Life Became a Police Matter
From the workplace to our private lives, American society is starting to resemble a police state.
Dec. 9 2013
If all you’ve got is a hammer, then everything starts to look like a nail. And if police and prosecutors are your only tool, sooner or later everything and everyone will be treated as criminal. This is increasingly the American way of life, a path that involves “solving” social problems (and even some non-problems) by throwing cops at them, with generallydisastrous results. Wall-to-wall criminal law encroaches ever more on everyday life as police power is applied in ways that would have been unthinkable just a generation ago.
By now, the militarization of the police has advanced to the point where “the War on Crime” and “the War on Drugs” are no longer metaphors but bland understatements. There is the proliferation of heavily armed SWAT teams, even in small towns; the use of shock-and-awe tactics to bust small-time bookies; the no-knock raids to recover trace amounts of drugs that often result in the killing of family dogs, if not family members; and in communities where drug treatment programs once were key, the waging of a drug version of counterinsurgency war. (All of this is ably reported on journalist Radley Balko’s blog and in his book, The Rise of the Warrior Cop.) But American over-policing involves far more than the widely reported up-armoring of your local precinct. It’s also the way police power has entered the DNA of social policy, turning just about every sphere of American life into a police matter.
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descentintotyranny:

How Every Part of American Life Became a Police Matter

From the workplace to our private lives, American society is starting to resemble a police state.

Dec. 9 2013

If all you’ve got is a hammer, then everything starts to look like a nail. And if police and prosecutors are your only tool, sooner or later everything and everyone will be treated as criminal. This is increasingly the American way of life, a path that involves “solving” social problems (and even some non-problems) by throwing cops at them, with generallydisastrous results. Wall-to-wall criminal law encroaches ever more on everyday life as police power is applied in ways that would have been unthinkable just a generation ago.

By now, the militarization of the police has advanced to the point where “the War on Crime” and “the War on Drugs” are no longer metaphors but bland understatements. There is the proliferation of heavily armed SWAT teams, even in small towns; the use of shock-and-awe tactics to bust small-time bookies; the no-knock raids to recover trace amounts of drugs that often result in the killing of family dogs, if not family members; and in communities where drug treatment programs once were key, the waging of a drug version of counterinsurgency war. (All of this is ably reported on journalist Radley Balko’s blog and in his book, The Rise of the Warrior Cop.) But American over-policing involves far more than the widely reported up-armoring of your local precinct. It’s also the way police power has entered the DNA of social policy, turning just about every sphere of American life into a police matter.

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Racism 101: Are you a Racist?: It’s Not About Race: Police Brutality

racismschool:

Over the past several weeks I have seen “It’s not about race” thrown around in the face of racial atrocities. The one that stuck with me the most was the post someone made about how the police are not more likely to cause harm to Black people. I wish I could live in a world of make believe like the person who wrote that. I can’t, not because I don’t want to but because I could die if I tried. Not figuratively. LITERALLY. These are some examples of Police that don’t attack based on race. For you convenience, I will point out that in each and ever one of these cases, the subject was UNARMED. You’re welcome.

Cop gets named “Officer of the Year” for killing unarmed African-American student

Cop freed after only 11 months for shooting an unarmed, prone man in the back

Trenton Police Shoot, Kill Unarmed Black Man who ‘acted in a threatening manner”

San Francisco Police shoot and kill an unarmed 19 year old (video) After doing further research it was found that this teenager was killed because he didn’t pay a $2 fair and he ran from the police. 

After brutal police shooting, Miami officers attempted to destroy video evidence

Fatal police shooting of yet another unarmed black man

NYPD Slays Unarmed Black Teen as Outrage over Targeting of People of Color Grows

I’ll end with this next one and hope that you have gotten the message. Sadly, if you haven’t I can give you a longer list.

Killings of Young, Black, Unarmed Men by Police Escalate

This is common. This is every day. This is what “Police protection” means to the Black community. Don’t tell me about how your Dad is a police officer and he isn’t like this because there is evidence to the contrary. This isn’t location isolated. This isn’t time isolated. This isn’t criminal isolate. This isn’t clothing isolated. This is RACE isolated. 

Black people are not seen as human. We are expendable and not to be missed when we disappear.

fotojournalismus:

Egypt | August 14, 2013

1. A veiled protester confronts Egyptian security forces as they clear the smaller of the two sit-ins by supporters of Mohammed Morsi, near the Cairo University campus in Giza, Cairo. (AP Photo/Imad Abdul Rahman)

2. Egyptian security forces detain supporters of Mohammed Morsi as they clear a sit-in camp set up near Cairo University in Cairo’s Giza district. (AP Photo/Mohammed Asad)

3. Supporters of Mohammed Morsi burn tires during a clashes with Egyptian security forces in Cairo’s Mohandessin neighbourhood. (AP Photo/Hassan Ammar)

4. An Egyptian security force escorts a woman with a child as the security forces clear a sit-in camp near Cairo University in Cairo’s Giza district. (AP Photo/Hussein Tallal)

5. A police vehicle is pushed off of the 6th of October bridge by protesters close to the largest sit-in by supporters of  Mohammed Morsi in the eastern Nasr City district of Cairo.  (AP Photo/Sabry Khaled)

6. Egyptian security forces detain supporters of Mohammed Morsi as they clear a sit-in camp set up near Cairo University in Cairo’s Giza district. (AP Photo/Mohammed Asad)

7. Egyptian protesters shout against security forces during the clearing of one of the two sit-ins of Morsi supporters, at Nahda square, near Cairo University. (Ahmed Assadi/EPA)

8. A supporter of Egypt’s ousted President Mohammed Morsi shows his hand as supporters clash with the Egyptian security forces in the eastern Nasr City district of Cairo. (AP Photo/Khalil Hamra)

9. A protester comes out of a camp site as Egyptian security forces move in at Nahda Square, near Cairo University. (Gina Mohamed/EPA)

10. A handcuffed protester sits on the ground at a huge camp in Cairo’s Nahda Square. (Engy Emad/Xinhua/Corbis)

mylittlerewolution:

Belgium Firefighters Clash with Police Protesting Against Paycuts in Brussels

13/Dec/2013

Around 1000 Belgium firefighters gathered in Brussels to protest against paycuts and other social restrictions. Firefighters clashed with police when they forced through the police blockade, entered the “neutral zone” and protested in front of Prime Minister Elio Di Rupo’s office.

(Source: revolution-news.com)

At that moment a big beefy cop stepped forward. He undid the little strap holding his pistol in his holster and started shouting at Huey, “Don’t point that gun at me! Stop pointing that gun at me!” He kept making gestures as though he was going for his gun.
This was the most tense of moments. Huey stopped in his tracks and stared at the cop.
“Let’s split, Huey! Let’s split!” Bobby Seale was saying.
Ignoring him, Huey walked to within a few feet of the cop and said, “What’s the matter, you got an itchy finger?”
The cop made no reply.
“You want to draw your gun?” Huey asked him.
The other cops were calling out for this cop to cool it, to take it easy, but he didn’t seem able to hear them. He was staring into Huey’s eyes, measuring him.
“OK,” Huey said. “You big fat racist pig, draw your gun!”
The cop made no move.
“Draw it, you cowardly dog!” Huey pumped a round into the chamber of the shotgun. “I’m waiting,” he said, and stood there waiting for the cop to draw.
All the other cops moved back out of the line of fire. I moved back, too, onto the top step of Ramparts. I was thinking, staring at Huey surrounded by all those cops and daring one of them to draw: Goddam, that nigger is c-r-a-z-y!
Then the cop facing Huey gave up. He heaved a heavy sigh and lowered his head. Huey literally laughed in his face and then went off up the street at a jaunty pace, disappearing in a blaze of dazzling sunlight.
- Eldridge Cleaver in Soul On Ice
At that moment a big beefy cop stepped forward. He undid the little strap holding his pistol in his holster and started shouting at Huey, “Don’t point that gun at me! Stop pointing that gun at me!” He kept making gestures as though he was going for his gun.

This was the most tense of moments. Huey stopped in his tracks and stared at the cop.

“Let’s split, Huey! Let’s split!” Bobby Seale was saying.

Ignoring him, Huey walked to within a few feet of the cop and said, “What’s the matter, you got an itchy finger?”

The cop made no reply.

“You want to draw your gun?” Huey asked him.

The other cops were calling out for this cop to cool it, to take it easy, but he didn’t seem able to hear them. He was staring into Huey’s eyes, measuring him.

“OK,” Huey said. “You big fat racist pig, draw your gun!”

The cop made no move.

“Draw it, you cowardly dog!” Huey pumped a round into the chamber of the shotgun. “I’m waiting,” he said, and stood there waiting for the cop to draw.

All the other cops moved back out of the line of fire. I moved back, too, onto the top step of Ramparts. I was thinking, staring at Huey surrounded by all those cops and daring one of them to draw: Goddam, that nigger is c-r-a-z-y!

Then the cop facing Huey gave up. He heaved a heavy sigh and lowered his head. Huey literally laughed in his face and then went off up the street at a jaunty pace, disappearing in a blaze of dazzling sunlight.

- Eldridge Cleaver in Soul On Ice



(read the poster)

“You can kill my body, but you can’t kill my soul. My soul will live forever!”
- Hueys last words as he stood facing his killer. He was shot 3 times in the face by Tyrone Robinson of the Black Guerilla Family
( Design and illustration by Emory Douglas)

(read the poster)

You can kill my body, but you can’t kill my soul. My soul will live forever!

- Hueys last words as he stood facing his killer. He was shot 3 times in the face by Tyrone Robinson of the Black Guerilla Family

( Design and illustration by Emory Douglas)

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