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"The Masquerade After The Loverising"



mixed media/acrylic on canvas

On May 25th, 2020 George Floyd was murdered before the world. He was not the first black man or child whose killing by the police was captured on video; Philando Castile, Duante Wright, Terence Crutcher, Eric Garner, Oscar Grant, Alton Sterling, Walter Scott, Laquan McDonald and Tamir Rice. A scant few of the black roses all crushed to the earth due to unrationale fear.

But, the world was still with nothing to do but watch television. And they saw what black people have known for centuries, that look of hate, the precursor to danger or a black persons death at the hands of america. And the people watched as a humans life was etched in urine on the pavement and screams for his mother burned into the collective soul of those fed by the root of the country. They watched and the cold eyes on the face that looked like their uncle, brother, father, cousin, son danced in the head of america.

Corporate leaders felt the burn too. They felt the pain if for nothing else, the effect on a bottom line already reeling from the pandemic. 

And the money flowed as if a murder of a black man on camera was new. It wasn't but everyone was too busy moving to see the tragedies. Or heart too cold to care. But, it happened and those who didn't see us on camera before, did so that day as the smoke pixelated the sky and  the fires were like birthday cake candles starting a new day. Companies became our "faux" friends. They put on the mask and still tell the tales of how they saved the day.

This masquerade.

The Masquerade After The Loverising 

Indict the ancillary arsonists.

The buildings are in heat

waiting to copulate with the next wet thing/

impregnating tomorrow with children

smoldering and wearing the sweet scent of

"Justice Met After the Unmeted"

now the johns come out wearing their masks/ not wanting to be recognized by

their wives or simply their mothers.

It's amazing how the blind can see after

we "loverise"/this time/

ain't the first time a black man's blood

has watered the roots/they are sated with this elixir  of history and hate.

Now we have friends in blackface/

hands extended with dollars to stuff in the wounds as if we are fit to be taxidermied

tax write offs.

(yes, there is game in everything american)

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