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From Mt. Tamalpais to Fruitvale Station

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Published on Sep 18, 2017

A music video and spoken word piece honoring the lives of people of color who continue to be threatened and taken by the very people in this country charged with public safety.

-By Juztino Panella, Brandon Vance, Tommy Reed, Alan Roberson and Kokou Soglo Katamani. Performed by the Justice Arts Collective.
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On Mt. Tamalpais, chilling' in deep reflection over my city- pain in all directions: Oakland, where I was born and raised I've seen so many people die I thought i was born in the grave. From cop killin', drug dealin' and prostitution, it's a worldwide problem; it seems there's no solution. If you don't believe me, go check the data but in the meantime, know that Black Lives Matter!

Mount Tamalpais rising up to the sky, listen to the people's story, hear the cry. Your Earth holds the wisdom of millions of years. How many innocents have died? How many tears?

...The voices of history rise up through the bones, fight for justice, equality and freedom...

Mount Tamalpais rising up so high - look across the land, see our brothers die. Deep inside my soul, there is sadness pain and loss. The privileged ruling Babylon, humanity bares the cost. Shout "Black Lives Matter!" because they're the ones being taken. We sing out your names, never forsaken.

Life is a trip - same moment we're flying somebody's dying' families mourning they're lost and they're dying - freedom-denying. Being treated like an animal - caged, broken, forced mechanical. Hatred spewing from mandible. Police enforcing policies giving rise to monopoly. One step from black men being treated as property. That's slavery in the modern era, which is why we've got to get up, stand up instead of throwing our hands up.

...The voice of the elders rises up through the bones fight for justice equality and freedom...

12 year-old Tamir Rice, I cry out your name. Shot down in a local park, he was playing a game. Eric Garner if I could only give you breath. Such a big hearted man, sentenced to death.

[Dispatch to Bernal Heights park, male suspect appears Latino wearing red jacket, could be dangerous.]

Police were called on a latino man, living in a neighborhood that is white. Shot down with his hands held up. That's how Alex Nieto died. And from his grave and across the bay, you could see Fruitvale Station where Oscar Grant hands were cuffed behind his back, before the assassination.

My heart pains for Freddie Gray. Six officers broke his spine as he ran the other way. Oh Tamalpais, may justice reign. We stand by your side in a society so insane.

...The people the masses they rise up from their home. Fight for justice equality and freedom...

Oh Mt. Tamalpais I know you're not color blind. Trayvon Martin was murdered but his spirit's still alive. From your gracious peaks we see hands stretched out in the air. Michael Brown and Ferguson we hold your lives so dear.

Black Lives Matter! Say Her Name!
Women of Color, we honor you!

Tanisha Anderson, Rekia Boyd Miriam Carey, we'll never fill your void. Michelle Cusseaux, Shelly Frey, Kayla More for you we pray, Sandra Bland your name we say, these names we honor, those killed today!

Black Lives Matter! Say Her Name!
Women of Color, we honor you!

There's no justice there's just us, fighting the war for peace in a system we can't trust. Dying to live as equals but treated like criminals was protected individual killing, sending subliminal messages to people of color feeling the negative tension ready to rupture, we need to replace the structure. Politicians lobby the streets trying to body us, police are part of the problem, the world's playing the audience.

I sing and I pray and I dance and I cry and I strive in this fight for justice to honor you!
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Either there's hope, or I am merely dreaming. For the sick already tired of living indecently. Within impoverished cycles killing our nephews and nieces. Trying hard to teach us lessons of mind over matter. Just hope the mind remove us from ghettos like telekinesis. Boy, I tell you they treat us, like premature so we live and we die as a fetus. Like zoo-keepers and they act like they die if the feed us! Well, that's the hunger that arises when deprived of our leaders. Think of another breakfast program inspiring people to be doctors - instead of puncturing their veins with needles. And they've been pounding up my dogs. Maybe our how's are feeble. Maybe the housing people need Screaming to house the people. We can't be Bobby Seale, but we've got mouths to feed too! For every image of Popeye on spinach, there's a Popeye's on every corner. We hit the bottom of trenches. We hit the bottle and gargle and bottle up our defenses. I hit it about every hour, and about every hour and minute. A nappy black boy is killed. Another black boy is killed.

Black Lives Matter.
Black Lives Matter.

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