The Issue Lounge

New Night Babies Live with Jokaa at Sudblock Berlin on October 20th + 2 more shows

2011-10-02T11:29:00.000-07:00

Timberland said it best, "It's been a long time...", yall know the rest. Flow's coming to Berlin for a whole month and we have a show October 20th at Suedblock (Kottbusser Tor) and October 27th in Paris at Sis Dee's event. Info on that show will be up soon. Flow will be at Werkstatt der Kulturen in Berlin on October 29th and we are working hard to get as many dates as possible for October and November.

Phil will be back from his tour in South Africa next week and there will certainly be pictures and stories to share of his awesome book/performance tour there. Check out Die Akte James Knopf (The Jim Button Files) here.

The internet (and Wolf of Spokenword Berlin) brought Italian band Sense of Akasha and Flow into collaboration with each other. Lyrics from "Superstar" (last track on Of Brickwalls and Breezeways) is featured on SOA's new album Splendid Isolation (track 7).

Be back soon. Til then, never give up.

Fear: the Gift (as in poison) that keeps on giving.

2011-06-17T00:20:00.000-07:00

I would've been pissed if my flight had been delayed for some saggin. Now, I don't understand it just like the next person, but then again who says I want to see half naked Calvin Klein ads plastered up and down Broadway either? This whole thing is an issue of cultural value and who's contributing to the capital landscape of this country. Strangely, the ones historically marginalized have been the driving force behind the success of this country. Even today with all of this anti-immigration ridiculousness, were it not for the Latino population of America, shit would be falling apart even more around here. So now, I ask, maybe the saggin pants fad is a sight for sore eyes, but do we really, really give a shit? I don't think we do. I think we just like to find things to bitch about and tax, we like to do that too. There's a more important conversation to have and it won't happen by criminalizing people. When will we learn that lesson? Ugggh. You can't throw everybody in jail America, YOU CANT AFFORD IT! Stay in your lane, save some money and invest in some communication skills. Haven't you heard, talk is CHEAP!

Another mis-representation of the whole story...

2011-02-23T21:51:00.000-08:00

No, the most dangerous place for an African American is in the belly of the US prison industrial complex, the clutches of institutional racism which evolves daily through mass media representations that use cute brown babies (like this one) to make sweeping generalizations about an entire race of people. It was as cargo on slave ships, the front lines of the Civil War, Vietnam War and the war against Jim KKKrow. Where's the large, white block print about all that? Call all the spades at the same time, that's all I'm saying.

If you want to have a conversation about saving lives, do it wholeheartedly. Crack open the wound so it can heal or breathe. If the message is about community activism, activate the community dialogue. To me, the caption may as well have read: "Say it loud, you broke and you proud."

One Day Soon

2011-02-06T05:09:00.000-08:00

I lay here, admittedly jaded and disappointed in the institution of education. I'm compelled to reflect on my experience of becoming a teacher because I can't sleep; my heart beat is irregular and I'm unsettled, feeling some kind of way. I'm not sure what my thoughts were when I started my education program. I have always been good at school so when the "stock market crashed", as I graduated from NYU with my first master's degree, and finding a job became a daunting task, I was cornered. The question of what do you want to do with your life? held me in a dark corner and forced me to think, quickly and purposefully of an answer.

I evaluated my experience; the list of what I knew how to do was long. The list of what I could learn to do even more lengthy but the one thing I felt the desire to do the most was to teach. I remembered 4th grade and the smile on my teacher's face as she looked at me and said "you are smart". I could see me walking across the cafeteria in 6th grade and my TAG (talented and gifted) teacher beckoning me to come closer to say "your walk is regal. You are like the African queens who used to rule". I recall 7th grade and my teacher and friend saying "don't mind the ones who boo you on stage. You will run someone's business one day." Or better yet, run your own, as a teacher would later decide for me. Many other moments of encouragement became my impetus to teach. It is as if I knew the only chance this world has at world peace rests on the backs of its teachers. We are the ones having one-on-one sessions with the future every day. Tomorrow's people are our pupils and I wanted very much to give back the gratitude I felt for the teachers who took the time to speak words of love and inspiration to me.

My only dilemma was that my education background was missing one sheet of paper. A teaching certificate. I thought it absurd that the desire to teach was alas not enough. My years of education and higher education and diverse world education, was not good enough for the system. There was no one to advocate on my behalf and say, here's an exception to the bureaucracy, as there should be. No one to say the paperwork requirement needs to be waived and so after getting rejected from alternative education programs, near broke and impoverished, I enrolled in the first program that would have me. I knew enough about financing graduate school to understand that student financial lenders would love to enslave me with loan debt and education institutions would happily play their part in the scam. I enrolled in school and began this two year journey toward my teaching certificate. What a scam it is to have to pay to do what you love, the oldest yet most common trick in the book. Institutionalized classism. Life taxed. The other way to get eaten alive. But what can you do, start a business with no money? Go dark? (which I considered often)

So here I am, in my last semester. Paying for student teaching as I work for free. Paying to do what I've been doing the last seven years. Paying, essentially, for a piece of paper that says the state of New York and any other state that honors the certificate, can trust that I know what I say I know. All I can do is shake my head at the way things work and each and every day encourage my students to find a better way to structure the world through lesson plans that give hope and content that is refreshing. Curriculum where the instructional plan is fluid and the motivation says we are in this together. That is my dream. Maybe this is what my teachers saw in me--the norm they also wanted to disrupt. Perhaps it will come to pass one day soon, I have hope. I always have hope.

2011-01-03T23:16:00.000-08:00

New Night Babies- sax bass cello (2006)

2011-01-03T23:11:00.000-08:00

New Night Babies - Freedom. live@Cafe Burger, 2006

Translation of Green Party in Kaarst Statement by Julia and Sharon

2009-08-22T13:45:00.001-07:00

Official Statement

Background:
The Greens launched their poster campaign "There is only one reason to vote black" at the beginning of August 2009 as part of the "G51 - Time for Green" campaign in the town centre of Kaarst. It is part of a poster series that has been developed in cooperation with the agency Ocean8 and which is limited to this area.

Simultaneous to the "G51" campaign, the main goal of the Green Party's Kaarst office has been to break the absolute majority of the CDU (Christian Democratic Union). The "G51" campaign marks the preliminary stage of the regional elections and has been running since June 2009.

The "G51" campaign has hinted at the need to break the CDU majority in an abstract way. The current poster series aims to make this goal even more explicit, with the use of the motto "there is only one reason to vote black". Also this statement is intended to call upon people to vote Green instead of Black.

Contrary to opinions of certain individuals, there was no intention to make use of racist images through the depiction of dark-skinned buttocks. Similarly, with the choice of female buttocks there was no intention to make use of sexist images. The poster portrays two women hugging each other.

The Green Party in particular have politics which stand out for their commitment to tolerance, Weltoffenheit and equality. Topics like integration as well as "Women's political issues" are at the core of our work. The criticisms we have received regarding the racist or sexist nature of the images on our poster are therefore not teneble. If someone should have this impression we can only contradict them by refering to our principals. Indeed, this poster could be seen to be "anti-racist" since we have received exactly this feedback from people with a migration background.

We certainly agree that the poster "there is only one reason to vote black" is a provocative element in the election campaign. It is not intended to hurt anyone's feelings. It is intended to raise awareness of Green politics, what the Green Party stands for and the election goal ("G51"). Furthermore, it should shake people up and it provides a stark contrast to the posters of the other political parties, which tend to use standard images and tired slogans for their campaigns.

Alongside the well-grounded contents of the Green political agenda, the party stands for "sassy" ideas, innovation and - occasionally - unconventional election campaign methods. This poster represents a contribution to this.

Explanatory notes:
* CDU is the Christian Democratic Union - equivalent to the Conservative Party in the UK / Republicans in the US
* Black is the official colour of the CDU.
* Weltoffenheit is a German concept that is meant to symbolise inclusiveness, multiculturalism and cosmopolitanism.

(Translation by Julia Caroline Brilling & Sharon Dodua Otoo)

Death to racist German bullshit!!!!

2009-08-11T10:39:00.000-07:00

This ad campaign was released by the Green Party in Germany. The caption on the picture says "the only reason to vote black". The article I'm linking is a response by derbraunemob.info (the brown mob), a media watchdog organization run by members of the black community in Germany. Their title is "a reason not to vote Green". In Germany, major political parties are known by colors: red, green and black as opposed to republican, democratic and green like here in the US. I can't translate the entire article but the picture says alot about how overtly racist the media in Germany is. Phuckers! Death to racist bullshyt! I'm so sick of it!

It's been a long time, I shouldn't kept you...

2009-04-09T14:47:00.000-07:00

Without an update...

Hello world, it's Floweasy here, writing letters to you.

I was in Berlin in February and spent some time in the lab with Frank, Jörg and Khabo. Check out the brilliance we channeled here. If you enjoy Common and can also get down with the Stanky Leg, "dissect the jive" is for you. Q and I are gonna be working on the video to that soon.

I'll be in ATL until Tuesday and am working on something top secret. Just think Fulbright Scholar meets The #1 Ladies Detective Agency for transnational talks with Oil Tycoons. Strange but oh so, Floweasy.

We'll be back with yall ASAP.

In the meantime, shake your head at this redicatardedness.

Still No Justice in Germany

2009-01-31T05:39:00.001-08:00

I received info of this case from Tahir Della, head of ISD (Initiative of Black Germany). I'll summarize what happened below and provide a link to the film project's website in case there are any of you who can understand the German.

I'm moving beyond the cry for equality everywhere because I don't think it's a realistic goal at the moment. A more attainable objective, however, is the push for AWARENESS. Word 'em up yall.

Synopsis of the Situation:
Tibor Sturm, Afro-German hip-hop activist and educator, was attacked by 6 neo-Nazis in December of 2005 on his way home from a farewell party for a good friend in Nurnberg. He had been trained in Ju-Jitsu as a youth and was able to defend himself by grabbing an unknown object and fighting back his attackers. Tibor's martial arts training was used against him in trial to cover up the incessant racism practiced throughout the German penal system. One of his attackers was badly injured and Tibor was convicted and sentenced to 7 months in prison. Tibor's attackers have yet to be sentenced.

Pure bullshit and fuckery at its best.

Link to film website: http://www.alptraum.be/

The Real Danger

2009-01-04T10:31:00.000-08:00

Photo credit@: http://tinyurl.com/9z96kz

I’m trying to think of what I can do about the Middle East
From my comfort zone
Here in the West
Where buildings fall but not near me
Where I can tune in to bombs dropping, imagine the bodies decapitating and view the demise of the world online
As if I were watching Willie Wonka or Sponge Bob on television
The War in Gaza is really a looking glass from my position
If I close my eyes hard enough I can even shake the ball and imagine snow falling
That is how far away I am from what is happening
This is how detached I feel from the danger
And thus how dangerous it is to be detached from the world
Because even asking the question of what can I do means I cannot tap into to what needs to be done right now fast enough to do it right now
And that’s not good
Because in war
You are either fighting the other side or spectating
And gazing is just as guilty as not giving a damn
And not giving a damn is a crime in Universal law
Even the fences, trenches and blockades that separate the perspectives are temporary and are at some point engaged in battle
No thing can be neutral in WAR
Yet in America we seem to be Aliens
Moving in and out of planet and celestial status when it suits us
When there is oil to be had or domino effect to be thwarted
And when not
Then who cares about Darfur? Or Gaza? Or babies who never see the world from the “human” perspective because of the “hefty price tag” of their native fathers rocket launching sins
They lose limbs before they ever get to walk upright
And never ball a fist to protest the damage done to their chances at life
What one can do should not be thought of in recipe terms
Adding milk and eggs and baking for 45 minutes
We have to start re-imagining what can be done and by all means doing something.
Anything.
Screaming randomly in the street.
Sending emails that say only STOP WAR
Writing letters, poems, short stories or fragmented sentences to our families that explain why we should at least think about the innocent affected by WAR
Even if we never give a damn
But at least give a thought
Because if it were us and it could very well be one day soon
We would want to know that somewhere in the world someone would be thinking of us while we lay dying
in a hospital in harm’s path
I want someone to think of me when I’m in trouble
And I want them to do something
Whatever is
I just want them to do something.

Khabo translates : and...Obama pt.2 - translation of an article in Munich’s daily newspaper “AZ” on November 5th

2008-12-02T14:21:00.000-08:00

To be filed under: "No, seriously... this is Germany!"
check this out. Fucking outrageous (and you think I'm making this all up...)

Publication: Abendzeitung
Author: Michael Heinrich (Editor at Abendzeitung)
Publishing Date: November 5th, 2008
Circulation print version: 148,000 sold copies, 290,000 readers
Circulation online version: not known
Circulation areas: mainly Munich and Nuremberg

(Added by Flow) Picture credits (left): German caricature. 19th century.

The Mystery of Skin Colour

In the past, all people were black. The fact that at one point they turned white, red or yellow, is due to the duration of sunshine.

Barack Obama's victory means that for the first time a Coloured has been elected into the highest office of the US. His frizzy black hair, negroid lips and dark complexion stem from his parentage: his father is a black African from Kenya, his mother is white. A good occasion to pose the question: Why is it, actually, that people have such diverse skin complexions?

In the past we were all black. The undisputed scholarly opinion is that humans originated in Eastern Africa - and this region had massive sun exposures already millions of years ago. "In that region those humans had better chances of survival whose strong pigmentation protected them from harmful ultraviolet rays", Wulf Schiefenhövel told Abendzeitung. Schiefenhövel is a Munich based Professor of Anthropology. During the course of thousands of years skins turned ever darker until they were black. Until today, the populations of some parts of Africa and also Melanesia are nearly inky.

In the long run, people with dark skin tones have little chances of survival under Northern conditions. Also, their birth rates drop. The reason for this lies in the weather's impact on their bones. Says Professor Schiefenhövel: "Their bones quickly become soft and warped. The womens' pelvises become distorted which eventually renders child-birth impossible for them."

All other skin complexions are hybrid forms of black and white. Schiefenhövel explains: "People always call the Chinese yellow, and the Native Americans Redskins. Obviously, that is wrong." Both these groups have simply developed skin complexions that had the "right" mixing ratio for their respective habitats. I.e., their skins would sufficiently protect them from the ultraviolet rays while at the same time absorbing just the right amount of sunlight.

By the way, the skin shade only plays a minor role in the definition of human "races" or "populations". Decisive factors are, amongst others, the shape of the head and the body height.

Yep.
For more info about this crap and quite an interessting follow up discussion visit "der braune mob- media watch"

Berlin Bound: Had to get 'em

2008-12-02T13:55:00.001-08:00

I (Floweasy) have been talking about getting back to Berlin since July 07 when Khabo and I met up in Wuppertal. That trip was business and there was no time to venture off on the BAHN. Big up for Khabo for coming to meet me and helping turn my hotel room into a reunion/slumber party.

Since I left Berlin last April, I have had my moments of clarity. Ones where I knew why I left and ones where I missed sitting in Hannibal with my tall glass of steaming Tiger Spice Chai tea so much that my chest ached. The visceral pain of fleeting memories.

Now with new love in tow and fresh ideas for brunch, I've booked me and my sweetness a flight and we're heading back to my old stomping ground to burn a few and chat a bit.

Lovely. Just lovely.

Waking up on the right side of the bed, both sides of the brain

2008-11-23T10:34:00.000-08:00

This morning I woke up more philosophical than Plato. Pla-flow. Flow-to. I had a dream that I was interviewing for a job with Diddy on his underwater yacht and Sonya Richards (she was a great dancer in my dream. We chatted in the restroom when I lent her my Aveda moisturizer for her ashy hands) was a guest judge. The interview went something like this:

Who is your favorite author? Toni Morrison.
What is your favorite book by Toni Morrison? The Bluest Eye.
Who is your favorite character from The Bluest Eye? Petunia.
What is your favorite line from the book? (silence) ooooh, I'll have to think about that one because the entire book is my favorite line.
Are you afraid (of being in competition for the job I assumed)? No.
Why aren't you afraid? Because "the man who knows something knows that he knows nothing at all".
What does that mean? Fear is an emotion shy of confidence. Understanding fear is knowing that ones success is not measured against man but relative to how well one understands his or her own place in the universal order. So losing is not about being better or worse it's about being in place, as is winning.
Tell me one of your craziest thoughts? Well, recently scientists have found another planet. I think it's planet number 362. That means that as humans, we have found evidence that there are at least 362 rocks like the one we live on. We don't quite know how inhabitable they are because they don't have the same consistency as Earth, meaning water, land, vegetation, oxygen but we know they are there. I ask myself often what is life and what a brilliant mind God has to have thought up humanity and creation. God is so smart and I know that if God has created the complexity of life and emotion, of course there must be other life forms out there. Crazy about this thought is that I hope the afterlife means discovering that we (earth dwellers) are the last ones to realize that death is not dying but energy transforming. We are so simple when it comes to emotions. Think about it. We've figured out how to fly planes and mimic the birds, we can communicate across hemispheres in seconds, we can even break molecules down and recreate the energy of fire in a microwave but our response to death is to dig a whole in the ground and throw the body in. Cry for a while and store that person in memory, if that. I hope to find out one day that God's other creations have tapped into a different vibe with the Universe, with God and have been granted the opportunity to become whatever they wish just by connecting to God and to the Universe. I think they are both equally important.

Okay, thank you.

And I woke up. I had to blog. My girlfriend chuckled as I recounted my dream but it's such a great feeling to find insight into what's going on in your life. At the moment, I'm looking for a job and have had a few interviews that seemed to go well but didn't get me the position. I feel as if I've been given a pat on the back by God through my dream. Somehow saying don't trip too much, you're on the right track, you just haven't come across the right thing for your life.

Be easy. Be good to each other. Be well.

It's A New Day. At least on my calendar...

2008-11-09T11:35:00.000-08:00

November 4th. The day the world got some. Where were you when the Man got an open invitation to pick its cracked face up off the ground? Race relations not healed but definitely took a huge step in a positive direction (not forgetting the setback civil rights received with the passing of Proposition 8.). I was seated in Slice, a lounge slash bar slash hella good pizza joint in the downtown area of Atlanta. As the breaking news alerts continued to push me and my good friends to the edge of our seats, we waited patiently on Hope. We knew in our hearts that America would not leave possibility on the corner, waiting for yet another Freedom bus. Me, Reese and Liz left the house that day knowing anything could happen. If Obama didn't win, we might be compelled to violence, tears and or madness. Seriously, we knew that each of us had invested so much of our emotion into November 4th being the day we lived to see a black president that there was no consolation awaiting us in explanations of the electoral college or the Republican voter populous. Bottom line, we weren't trying to hear anything other than President-elect Obama.

Our day went like this: woke up that morning, had some Cap'n Crunch, watched the news, suited and booted up, rolled up, rolled out. Brunch, jammin and finally landing at the King Memorial that evening. After getting glimpses of Al Sharpton marching over to the new Ebenezer Baptist Church from the tomb of MLK, Jr. we headed back to the car and ended up at Slice after stopping by the Verve lounge. As we the music tuned in and out for commercials and Wolf Blitzer's announcement of poll results, it seemed as if the announcement was planned as a surprise. Seriously, one minute the ticker said Obama was in the lead by over 100 points and then all of a sudden "CNN predicts Obama elected president"! There was about 2 seconds of silence as every one in Slice processed what was happening in that moment and then from then on until I left, an eruption of cheers, Young Jeezy and hell yeahs. Bananas doesn't even describe the energy in the room. Maybe electric bananas. Perhaps acid bananas on jazz emotion captures somewhat the mood. White people happy. Black people happy. Even the po-leese was dapping up. Hell to the yeah. I was proud to be an American for the first time in my life. I felt like my father, brother, cousin and best friend was just elected president. In that moment, Obama was definitely proud relative of mine and when he and his family walked out onto the stage, I was there with them. Standing right there on that stage saying "we did it!".

Since then, I'm on cloud Obama. This joy is something can't nobody take away. Fa real, I'm good. Sinceriously.

Man shot three times in street by racist gunman - for wearing Barack Obama T-shirt

2008-10-25T16:22:00.000-07:00

Man shot three times in street by racist gunman - for wearing Barack Obama T-shirt

By Daily Mail Reporter
Last updated at 6:01 PM on 07th October 2008

A man told today how he was shot three times in a London street for wearing a Barack Obama T-shirt.

Dube Egwuatu was buying a mobile telephone top-up card in an off-licence when the gunman confronted him and glared at the top, which carries an image of the Democrat US presidential candidate underneath the legend 'Believe'.

The man then launched into a tirade of racist slurs, shouting 'I f***ing hate n*****s' and urging 36-year-old Mr Egwuatu to leave the shop with him.

Respect: Dube Egwuatu wearing the Obama T-shirt that provoked a racist attack

The man then left the shop but when Mr Egwuatu re-emerged, the attacker was waiting for him in broad daylight with a threatening-looking dog and holding a gun behind his back.

Realising what had sparked the increasingly violent assault, the terrified Mr Egwuatu zipped up his jacket to cover the image of Mr Obama and walked to his car.

But the shaven-headed man, who was white, followed Mr Egwuatu and after pulling open the passenger door pointed the gun at him.

After pleading with the man to leave him alone, the married former street warden put the keys in the ignition and turned the engine on.

The attacker then fired the gas-powered ball-bearing pistol three times, hitting the civil servant in the face, hand and shoulder.

Fearing for his life and bleeding heavily, Mr Egwuatu raced away in his car and found somewhere safe to call for help.

He was taken to hospital and later sent to have a piece of metal removed from his jaw.

Mr Egwuatu, a data analyst with Croydon Council, said: 'The venom in his voice was frightening.

'He was telling me that he was going to kill me.

'I couldn't believe it was happening - and just because I was wearing an Obama T-shirt. He was trying to make me walk somewhere quieter, saying: 'I've got something for you,' and 'I'm going to kill you.'

He added: 'Obama inspires me, his educational track record alone is quite unbelievable - that is why I was wearing the T-shirt.

'I did not think for one minute it could stir up such powerful feelings of hatred and I never said a word to him.'

Mr Egwuatu's wife, Angela, 35, said neither of them had experienced anything like it during their childhood in Nigeria.

Mrs Egwuatu, an immigration officer, said: 'At first my feelings were pure horror and now it is pure anger.

'If he had been carrying a real gun I would have been a widow. It is just ridiculous.

'I don't know how a person's mentality works. Why would a T-shirt get you to the point where you want to shoot someone.'

To the untrained eye, ball-bearing guns like the one used in the attack look every bit like a real firearm.

The potentially lethal weapons are often converted by criminals to fire real bullets, and can be bought easily in high-street shops and on websites.

The Met said it was investigating the incident, which took place in South Norwood, and that police searched a nearby house which the attacker was seen going into.

No one has been arrested.

Grada Kilomba - Plantation Memories

2008-09-30T15:05:00.000-07:00

Plantation Memories.
Episodes of Everyday Racism.
Grada Kilomba

„Plantation Memories is a compilation of
episodes exploring everyday racism.

Linking postcolonial theory and lyrical narrative,

the book provides a new and inspiring interpre-

tation of everyday racism in the form of short

stories.

From the question "Where do you come from?"

to the N-word to Hair Politics, the book is

essential for anyone interested in Black studies,

postcolonialism, critical whiteness, gender

studies and psychoanalysis"

(Unrast-Verlag, September 2008)

"The combination of these two words, ‚plantation'

and ‚memories,' describes racism as not only the

restaging of a colonial past, but also as traumatic

reality.

Everyday racism, argues Grada Kilomba, is
experienced as a violent shock which suddenly
places the Black subject in a colonial scene
where, as in a plantation scenario, one is
imprisoned as the subordinate and exotic
‚Other.' „What a beautiful N.! Look how nice
the N. looks. I want to be one too!" says a girl
to Kathleen. Kathleen is schocked, for she
didn't expect to be perceived as the inferior
‚Other.'

This moment of surprise and pain describes
everyday racism as a mise-en-scéne where
whites suddenly become symbolic masters and
Blacks, through insult and humiliation, become
figurative slaves. Unexpectedly, the past comes
to coincide with the present and the present is
experienced as if one were in that agonizing
past, as the titel Plantation Memories
announces."

(Unrast-Verlag, September 2008)

price: 14€

You can order this book at any bookstore or at:
www.amazon.com
www.unrast-verlag.de

Grada Kilomba on understanding trauma

2008-09-29T12:39:00.001-07:00

Check out Grada Kilomba's last essay: The Mask. Remembering Slavery,
Understanding Trauma" published recently at the AfricAvenir.
http://africavenir.com/news/2007/12/1663/the-mask-remembering-slavery-

The Mask: Remembering Slavery, Understanding Trauma
By Grada Kilomba, writer and psychologist from the West African Islands Sao Tomé e Príncipe, works predominantly as a writer and as a lecturer to the topics: Psychoanalysis, Slavery, Colonialism, Trauma and Memory.

We truly regret (to be filled out by future EU immigration officials)

2008-09-29T12:08:00.000-07:00

Dear Mr/Mrs _________,

Your personal safety is our concern

but we are busy counting bodies as they currently burn

and, using popular language, we'd advise you to chill

until we're finished dragging gallows to the top of the hill

Now, you wouldn't have to worry, you're good and legit

you would fit our requirements for citizenship

but

as we were lighting up the bible stock for torching the mosque,

we unfortunately lost - your papers.

We are sorry.

http://www.spiegel.de/politik/ausland/0,1518,528504,00.html.

http://www.netzeitung.de/deutschland/882172.html.

http://www.spiegel.de/kultur/gesellschaft/0,1518,529349,00.html

7 months, no bail

2008-09-29T12:05:00.000-07:00

So they really charged a black activist with selfdefence. Brother's got 7 months, no bail.
What? They've charged a black german activist with selfdefence. 7 months, no bail.
STOP.

Now, he did raise a fencepole, bashed a skinhead's face in.
ONE OF SIX that jumped him
IN DEEP WOODS;
IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT.
Brother's got 7 months, no bail.
For stompin one of six
White supremacists
Skinhead,
Lumberjack n shitkickers
Out to take his life
that would deny his right of existence
in deep woods
in his own country
(in a country that struggles in front of a european commission
to explain its ..uhm..non-multiethnic composition,
but promises to target hate-crimes, for which it has no definition
yet
for 7 months, no bail
they put a man in jail
for saving his black ass.
Wow!