ENOUGH.
“I have been in Sorrow’s kitchen and licked out all the pots. Then I have stood on the peaky mountain wrapped in rainbows, with a harp and a sword in my hands.”
- Zora Neale Hurston, Dust tracks on a road
“…The game is fixed.
So when they say, ‘Why do you burn down the community? Why do you burn down your own neighborhood?’
It’s not ours…”
…There’s a social contract that we all have, that if you steal, or if I steal, then the person who is the authority comes in and they fix the situation. But the person who fixes the situation is killing us. So the social contract is broken…
“…You broke the contract when you killed us in the streets and didn’t give a f***…”
“…You broke the contract when for 400 years, we played your game and built your wealth. You broke the contract when we built our wealth again on our own by our bootstraps in Tulsa and you dropped bombs on us, when we built it in Rosewood and you came in and you slaughtered us.
You broke the contract…”
