1AC prototype

chains and boat sounds

deep space nine yo

Voyage through death,

                               voyage whose chartings are unlove.

A charnel stench, effluvium of living death   

spreads outward from the hold,

where the living and the dead, the horribly dying,   

lie interlocked, lie foul with blood and excrement.

     Deep in the festering hold thy father lies,   

       the corpse of mercy rots with him,   

       rats eat love’s rotten gelid eyes.

       But, oh, the living look at you

       with human eyes whose suffering accuses you,   

       whose hatred reaches through the swill of dark   

       You cannot stare that hatred down

       or chain the fear that stalks the watches

       and breathes on you its fetid scorching breath;   

       cannot kill the deep immortal human wish,   

       the timeless will.

Voyage from life,

                        voyage whose distance made the slave.

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Fanon 08’ - shalkahn

pp. 89

I came into the world anxious to uncover the meaning of things, my soul desirous to be at the origin of the world, and here I am an object among other objects.

Locked in this suffocating reification, I appealed to the Other so that his liberating gaze, gliding over my body suddenly smoothed of rough edges, would give me back the lightness of being that I thought I had lost, and taking me out of the world put me back in the world.  But just as I get to the other slope I stumble, and the Other fixes me with his gaze, his gestures and attitude, the same way you fix a preparation with a dye. I lose my temper, demand an explanation… Nothing doing, I explode. Here are the fragments put together by another me.

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MUMIA CLIP 1:00?

(smoldering cool)

I tell a story that began when it ended

I am what “It” is to these kids to what a soul was to these ribs

Like  what  books is to what man is , like it informs him to think so therefore he is what  man is

I am born dead, a paradoxical common sense ,

an object to subject who is only subjective in the objective tense.  ( nice stevn)

 I am a parasitic of relation like whats a goon to a gobin or a koon to a cop when the Black refuse to have their mops, buckits, eyes low  and shirts tucked in

That’s where you are cased in, a life of death is what you facing, an eternity of  black defacement ,yes this’s where race begins

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(let the beat build)

Watch me.

Watch me get fed with lead and spit it back up.

Watch me burn holes through clothes.

Watch me put infinite craters into champion hoodies and corner store tees.

Watch me flip that fitted cap right off your head.

Watch me be the reason you give up and hand over those Charles Barkleys and Ken Griffeys so easily.

Can you see me? Can you see me? Can you see me hidden and concealed in the saggin  jeans of a sixteen year old kid in Camden New Jersey.

Can you see me underneath the car seats of a beat up ‘70 caprice in Overtown Miami?

Can you see me being caressed by the death grips of warfare throughout time?

Can you see me being raped by the hands of police? – ( deep breathe)

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Fanon 08’        (shalkahn)

pp.93-4

pp. My body returned to me spread-eagled, disjointed, redone, draped in mourning on this white winters day. The Negro is an animal, the negro is bad, the negro is wicked, the negro is ugly, look, a negro; the Negro is trembling, the Negro is trembling because he is cold, the small boy is trembling because he is afraid of the Negro, the Negro is trembling with the cold,  the cold that chills his bones, the lovely little boy is trembling because he thinks the Negro is trembling with rage, the little white boy runs to his mothers arms: “Maman, the Negro is going to eat me.” The white man is all around me; up above the sky is tearing at its navel; the earth crunches under my feet and sings white, white. (fade)

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(smoldering cool)

This is why In this pened convo about the penn’s convo:

I’m penning down that George Jackson Fuck it, we do everything ratchet flow,

Cuz anything short of that, we as a people, will be in that casket fo sho.

Just imagine if upon birth you were marked as the pentical of what is to crimal,

From the dope boy outfit to the story of Ham, straight biblical

they Took away your star and gave you strikes oops I mean strips,

Leaving you Black and Blues

And since reconstruction paying you in crack and boos

Making your soul Black and Bruised.

Raping us, leaving us fucked and used

Only a slave or prisoner can be exspunged like what they did in philly to Move.

So Now how is this not prison when we are detained, rapped, sold and moved.

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(sentimental)

 I tell a ,I tell a story that ended at the begining

beginning to overstand this nessecary antagonism—

this skism  this fatally fractured prism 

This illrational, incoherent algorithm  

A  lifeless living of giftless giving

A thing in someone elses hand

Always already being the inculcated inspiration 

The weapon of the white man in all his relations

My bad,  I forgot the deal is that let’s forget the world’s oldest and take the truth and mold it

So the ofays can control where yo live or give false importance  to how icy yo low is

And have politics be the code word for members only to split land and not let yo own his

Leaving Africa with no resources and the skinnest of ribs

And since they got a Black president  things done changed up like we still aint chained up

I am the Invention that was crystallized on the shores “new land”

The one with European “Nacros brand”

I’m the bastard of capitalism and white supremacy

 Born on only child, but 500years later my parents are still pimpin me

I am the strange fruit that hangs from the tree of right

I come in shades of extreme dark to red bone light

I swing from left to right , from dark to light, Black to white

Lynched by the same law that should be protecting me

History and my condition prove that this country has been neglecting me

From  tears, blood, and bodies, they killing us affectionately

Slaping both sides of the cheeks, now what king they got us ambadextroiusly (pause)

Lawrence clip?

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(Let the Beat build)