apologies… for this is a frantically written poem–struggling to come to grips with a cataclysmic situation
eager to fuel the white nationalist vitriol of his base, our would-be-dictator is deploying the national guard to persecute migrants fleeing poverty and desperation and seeking some faint hope of a better life
the stakes in this battle are high—it is a clash between diametrically opposed world views
one that elevates the human rights of all with an intersectional praxis that is internationalist
transcending borders, artificial racial categorization, and the anachronistic privatization of the social wealth our society has produced
on the other side is a cult of death
desperately scrambling to profiteer as the massive titanic that is hyper-modern capitalism sinks ever deeper into an apocalyptic abyss
what is to be done? what can we imagine? what can we create from the wreckage of this social catastrophe?
on april 4th, the anniversary of dr. king’s assassination, it seems fitting to dream of a new round of freedom rides emerging from every corner of our polity moving towards the border
could we speak directly to these servicewomen and men
convincing them that there are many higher powers that trump the authority of the blithering idiot rabidly tweeting from the oval office
we have a gangster regime of shock doctrine profiteers deploying the might of the state against migrant workers, families, and children.
the vietnam war ended in large part because soldiers refused to fight
fragging officers who insisted on sending them into combat
our armed forces today are not a monolithic horde
many must fear for their lives with a regime playing so casually with live warfare on a global scale
there will be blood at the border—there will be human casualties
but what will emerge—i pray for our world, for our people, and for our aspirations
migration is a basic human right
we must reject the racist logic that brands some humans as disposable while entitling the defenders of white power to unearned wealth, power, and privilege
another world is possible and is being born in the midst of this maelstrom
mass strikes by teachers in multiple states
a brave occupation by insightful student radicals at howard university
all the pieces matter—all of our latent genius is waiting to emerge
it is hard to find hope amidst so much horror
but i can pray that this round of blood at the border will give birth to massive rejection of the criminalization of migration and to hope for revolution, for solidarity, and for transcendent love
–BYPO PHOENIX c)2018
>> lead image is the brilliant and courageous work of Cesar Maxit>>the second artist is unknown
