I’m sitting on a stump in Selma Alabama 61 years after a police riot brutalized over 600 people of conscious who demanded a more fair world and met the business end of white supremacy’s batons of hatred. I’m thinking a lot about how things cycle. How I spent my most formative years learning about why I am in the same grounds that James Farmer Jr paved decades before I was thought of. I’m thinking about how many of the same conversations he was having in the halls of Washington after he founded CORE are the same conversations we are having now in Minneapolis and beyond. I’m thinking about how I now stand at the literal bridge crossing that James Farmer Jr, and Dr. King, and John Lewis, and so many others stood as they shifted the tide in the battle for civil rights. I don’t have many conclusions of note, just a lot of thoughts and a lot of gratitude.
Jasmine Crockett’s response to criticism of the positions she’s taken regarding Gaza shows both the limitations of identity politics and Neoliberalism’s insatiable need to reduce complex dynamics to pithy talking points. Check out the full conversation on @theconsciouslee ’s Facebook and YouTube pages
Had a wonderful conversation with my guy @theconsciouslee about colonization, surveillance, diaspora conflicts, and a whole bunch more. Catch a replay of our conversation on any of the homie’s platforms
Diving head first back into the things that sustain my joy. This was my second workshop with @pwcenter and performing with other people is such a gorgeous trip. Normally when I’m on stage, I control everything-timing, emotional arc, silence, all that good stuff-but this has been such a wonderful practice of listening and responding. I’m hoping to continue to pick up these random side-quests and developing my listening and responding skills in this capacity to become a better friend, a better colleague, a better sibling, a better lover, really just better in general. Anyway this was fun and shoutout to @_kmesh_ for creating an environment conducive to exploration and play
Another lap around the sun. Another year of lessons. May this be a year of wins. May we cater to the bird in hand and let whatever lies in the bushes be as it may. A year of returning to self, 366 days of laser-sharp focus. This will be the year that changes my life. I want all that’s mine. 31 is a prime number so here’s to doing some prime ass things. Here’s to a year of collection, of climbing. This is a year of full plates and no crumbs. Birdman hand-rubbing my way to where I’m supposed to be.
