by Raymond Nat Turner
“In charged the black bourgeoisie's creme de la creme
Maneuvering madly to touch their Messiah's hem.”
They're Baaack...
by Raymond Nat Turner
Bogeyman defeated, they' d overcome their fears
And were baaaack partying, lord, four more years...
Like party peacocks prancing under artificial sun
Celebrating unlimited prospects – an eight year run
They came without woes and came without cares
Congressmen, mayors and multimillionaires
Parading and charading; charading and parading
Charading and parading; parading and charading
Letting their hair down and dropping their disguises
Jockeying for more subcontracts and more franchises
In charged the black bourgeoisie's creme de la creme
Maneuvering madly to touch their Messiah's hem
They came without woes and without cares
Congressmen, mayors and multimillionaires
Parading and charading; charading and parading
Charading and parading; parading and charading
Big Negroz, and even the small time ones he pimps
Bedecked in their resplendent gowns,tuxes and tails
Frantically elbowing one another to get a glimpse –
Watching freedom fighting leaders languish in jails...
Raymond Nat Turner (c) 2013 All Rights Reserved
When the dust settles, as in all U.S. disasters, there will be a tale to tell of who mattered and who was sacrificed.
Colonized people, with a horrific historical connection to both science and medicine in this country, must examine science in service of the state.
The penal system remains a source of diseases that spread among prisoners at rates far exceeding those in the communities from which they came.
The necessary political demand is not that we make better, more humane prisons and jails, but that we abolish prisons and jails altogether.
This is a book about the ideological construction of black women as “non-human” and exploitable for capitalist profit in the making of the New South.
