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they tear gassed us at a candlelight vigil for the boy they killed.
there are children here.
there are children here.
I don’t think y’all can really grasp how cruel this was. we were peaceful. and they marched on us.
we held our ground, while the violinists played tribute to Elijah.
in the face of the cops in riot gear.
I know those pigs felt small while they watched us remain joyous.
in the face of the cops in riot gear.
I know those pigs felt small while they watched us remain joyous.
we finally dispersed to the adjacent park and gave him the tribute he deserved
it was beautiful and gave us the release we all needed.
it was beautiful and gave us the release we all needed.
but we still had work to do, so we went back to the pig pen and proceeded to roast em for hours.
HOURS.
and they just had to sit there and take.
shit was hilarious and cathartic, honestly.
HOURS.
and they just had to sit there and take.
shit was hilarious and cathartic, honestly.
(one of em looked like Hannibal Buress, shit was too easy lol)
after they realized that we could go all night, they retreated back into the building with their tails tucked between their legs.
their snipers remained on the roof, tho
their snipers remained on the roof, tho
me and the homies decided to call it a night, so I’m tweeting this from my parking lot.
what’s crazy is at no point was I scared of these pigs.
not even when they tear gassed us, shot pepper spray and beat a few protestors (a couple of which we never found afterward).
what’s crazy is at no point was I scared of these pigs.
not even when they tear gassed us, shot pepper spray and beat a few protestors (a couple of which we never found afterward).
rather I felt bad for the cops.
not because we roasted them and made them stand all night in heavy gear.
not because we roasted them and made them stand all night in heavy gear.
but because they could never feel the sense of community, the love and protection that we showed for each other.
even while they terrorized us, we smiled and sang and laughed in their tiny faces.
they have to go home and live with the fact that they tiny
and we are legion.
even while they terrorized us, we smiled and sang and laughed in their tiny faces.
they have to go home and live with the fact that they tiny
and we are legion.
stay dangerous.
