ESSAY: THE TRIAL OF A CITY: CAMDEN

 

THE STORY OF THE POSTERCHILD: THE LEGEND, THE CURRENT, AND THE FUTURE AT HAND.

 

"PEOPLE GET READY"-

CURTIS MAYFIELD

 

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THE HOUR OF TRAYVON: JUSTICE OR MOCKERY(COMMENTARY)

A solid question i pose to intelligent free thinkers:  young and old.  A trial of the moral arc; a child and a man with a firearm. This is the hour of Trayvon, where George Zimmerman brings his weight of the case to the judicial system: syndicated nationally.    The outrage in the dark evidence before this trial was sparked by the death of a young man, and his killer able to walk until his deliberation.  Now its here. those in tune post this murder, that symbolizes the conflict of African America, witness the expressions, language of law, the intelligence of the prosecution, the party of the defendant,   the body language of the council,  the propaganda of media and legal analysm, and the bare truth, vs the lie.  The sum up to date the defendants(Zimmerman's) testimony isn't adding up to the hard evidence of the prosecution, that speaks against Zimmerman. The general "incrimination" of Trayvon Martin  is not due to investigative reports. But Propagation, stereotype, and Fallicies.  Within this  trial there is a parody, where even some of the conducting of the trial  caters to "innocence" of Zimmerman. This creates the "mockery" that could possibly replace the justice, the Martin family and most, seek.  Without bribery, infiltration or manipulation let the people,  represented by jury be the judge.  Blood cries out. As a leftist freelance Journalist,  equality is my vehicle.  In the spirit of the ancestors, Sean bell, Diallo: let the gabble of divine justice fall, with, or without the American  judicial system.

Consciously Yours,

Z.A

THE AFRICAN AMERICAN: INSTITUTIONS. MIGRATIONS. LIBATIONS.

An installment of African peoples in America, and all social relevance.  Brief in its nature, diplomatic in outreach. A simple 21st century offering of the Diaspora-

zion(ari)

New ebook/essay by Freelance Journalist/recording artist Zion Antoni.
                
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MARY MARTHA MINISTRIES 2013

 

Podcast extention of MMM. The needed, the agent of change in domestic violence.

 

 

 

 

FOR DEANDRE: THE STORY CONTINUES

The deepest pockets of west Baltimore have experienced years being impovershed. Streets possesed by the seaport drugtrade: black tops, bluetops, processed opium with high street value. Out of town wars, hot blocks with residents, customers dying slow, the drug trade of Urban America; A synopsis of death, poverty, incareceration and profits that descend into percentages.As a grassroots advocate and co labourer, and in the wake of black history month post 20th century, I wanted to bring the life and times, and contribution of De andre McCollough; the youth who contributed the realities of  his daily in the early nineties to Baltimore writers to depict a war, a race between humanity, drugs, politics,  and inner city culture.  The result was a masterpiece entitled The Corner. It grew into a HBO series, and a landmark in pop culture: The stain, the ever re occurring realities we face coast in urban America.  A novel thick with an account of two dedicated writers, a Baltimore youth infected with the perpetual reign of his environment, and his peers.  I  re present  this testament, knowing all those that know the struggle, and know the tragedy can swear by the truth of  this modern day scripture.  De andre recently passed last year, 2012, toward the latter of the summer. I in my occupation, and my administration wont let the testament sit in vain, but rather let it burn through propaganda, and perpetual inner city destruction.  Baltimore, “charm city” this is your Unsung hero. Honor his life by honoring the future of Baltimore At-risk inner city youth.-

Consciously Yours,

Z.A

THE SEKOU GENERATION EST. 2012

 

THE SEKOU GENERATION IS THE PERSON YOU ARE, AND THE PERSON YOU IMPART.

THE CORNUCOPIA : CULTURE SPEAKS

                                

      

           

Spending one weekend in Delaware, among my rounds I visited a Nanticoke Indian  heritage Museum. Humble in appearance, bordered by two large rooms divided by a deluxe sign in book, and lobby, filled with this Native American tribe’s relics, and elements of lineage.  On business with Family, I learned of business, land history and demographic, and the politics of the reservations thereof.  In my native American studies, I understand, fundamentally that all native Americans, as African Americans originate from the eastern hemisphere.  The east, where culture is the defining principle, the cream of society.  In one cubicle of the museum I stopped and saw a model scene, as to where, it was a fairly 19^th  or 18^th century depiction of an Indian village. Chief, elders, Brave’s engaged in rites of passage, squaw’s in development of womanhood, beauty and traditional practice.  I saw streams circle the village’s borders, and the village’s meat; host of cattle, spiritual ceremonies. The village’s bread, wheat, and husked corn. Standing there in admiration  I summed up, this scene, of this moment in time as a standard fundamental maintenance, of society, community, culture, a people.  Though this  societal standard I socially, politically, and culturally rally for, I am realistic. I acknowledge realities of history, economy, criminology and sociology.  I speak of our urban America. Our urban America is and was no utopia.  I ask for a call to struggling Families, Religious institutions, the grassroots, scholars, community advocates, urban studies departments,  schools and other resources to re iterate the cornucopia; the breadbasket.  A rally for our communities to refute the bread that exploits us, stereotypes us, degrades us, leaves us in lack, and profits off of us via industrial method.  This cornucopia, this bread, this harvest must come from within, to feed, nurture, and educate the community.  Fundamental enrichment is, cultivation.  A drill, past our current social ills to apprehend deeper roots.  I’m   willing to drill past our cemented communities, as phrased by Artist Sylvester Johnson, our “Concrete reservations” to find fortune; to cultivate a cornucopia to feed, us.  Systems, Industries, institutions, have only provided, to leave us, to perpetuate lack.   I state a clarion call for you, to re invest in your future, dig for the cornucopia for the next generation.  The cornucopia will feed. Urban America...eat to live.

Consciously yours,

Z.A