 culture and the arts are part of the landscape that we inhabit. So many of the people who come to the Leadership Institute don't have an arts practice. Some of them have a very long arts practice. Some of them it may be dance, some of them it may be other artistic mediums, but we come together for ten days to look at how the manifestations of racism may show up in our organizing when they're unexamined and we look at it through two lens internalized racial inferiority, how this affects people of color, internalized racial superiority, how this affects people we've come to, people who have come to call white. So these things show up. So this is part of what we've been spending ten days doing together. Day one we don't know each other. We're getting to know each other. Day two we get a little bit more knowing each other and we start to enter in the process of community building by looking at our workshop entering building and exiting community. Day three and four we go into understanding and undoing racism by people's institute for survival and beyond. Day five we start to look at the research around the work that we've been doing and the ways that people have been researching this on their own along with prompts. Day six we start to look at how we're integrating that in our bodies, in ways of making art. So day six, seven, and this is day nine we are now presenting that to this community as a way of sharing how we've internalized this information as well as our own practices. So I'm so happy that you're here to be part of this really wonderful, wonderful gathering. It's about 100 people give or take a few that are part of the Summer Leadership Institute. It's held here in Brooklyn this year for the last seven years we've been in New Orleans. Before that we were in Tallahassee, Florida. Before that we were in Brooklyn, New York. Then we were in Tallahassee, Florida. And now we are back to our home base of Brooklyn, New York so we can share this with you. Thank you for being here. It's like a walk in the park. My way of speaking English is stupid, and I feel like it's worse. It's like climbing fences with pups. Speak your language. Children of the diaspora we were scattered by war and bloodshed dispersed all over the world left wandering and lost. We're united by love for our motherland and longing for peace. Somalia Hanolato. That's the way. Two. What is your theory of change? Please submit your latest logic model, your most recent audit, and 501C3 designation from the government. Also submit your five-year projections. What is your budget size? What is your board composition? Your cover letter should be no more than five pages max. Eleven point five only. No phone notifications are not accepted. The deadline. Only one box below. Settling off some ground beef and some cabbage. See, that too is mathematics. Economics and logic. They add plantations, meaning my nature can't be placed where you check your race on a piece of paper. Not to chance defeat. Chakimofi no anande Chakimofi nande Chakimofi nande Chakimofi nande Chakimofi nande Chakimofi nande Chakimofi nande Chakimofi nande Hey mama. I remember we would play outside all day. We didn't have no problems, no worries. See, braiding hair was how I made my money. Or occasionally babysitting a baby. Call me a hopeless romantic but I remember when good people love good people. See, love was the connection and it was free. See, it wasn't about the money. Patience was the key to our story and to God when all the glory. What happened to you and me? This is some strange scenery. This is some strange scenery. Now brothers are banging on the block trying to knock it stopped by the cops and the madness don't stop. Babies are having babies and hurting other babies and nobody cares about a thing except the money. The sex, the cause, the blame, the money. The sex, the cause, the blame, the money. The sex, the cause, the blame, the money. The sex, the cause, the blame. What did our future go? I really want to know can somebody tell me what happened to our story? What happened to our history?