I wrote this a few days ago, in the feels about the different marches that were happening at Trump’s inauguration. I’ve been to a lot of marches, and for those whose first time it was a few days ago, I understand the exhilaration and the empowerment. There is something very powerful about being one of thousands in the street. But that’s not enough. It’s an experience, but at the end of the day it erases the systemic struggles which have existed for centuries. Trump’s presidency is not the beginning of fascism, we cannot make Amerika great again, and kops are not our friends. For those who were on the marches, I just ask that you think deeply about your participation, understand your privilege, be open to critique. I only hope we are moving forward into rebellion. Here’s the poem:
They march to win the hearts + minds
They march for that oppression
which will be gentle and kind
They march so the pigs will place
pink and furry handcuffs on their wrists
They march to fill the pockets of
board of directors
They march to take selfies to post on Facebook or Snapchat
They march so celebrities can smile for their photo-ops
They march to cover up their daily micro-aggressions
anti-blackness + transmisogyny
They march to tell their future dead children
they tried but then failed
They march to snitch on those who take
They march to shame and exclude those who suffer the most
They march because this is a democracy and they have the freedom of assembly
But they never pause to ask for whom?
They march not knowing the history and past struggles
They march blind into police kettles
They march + march + march…
Except there are no hearts + minds to win
There are only buildings, freeways and institutions
Our rebellion grows
from the streets of Oakland, Seattle, DC, New York
and sometimes LA
Our struggle continues.
It did not begin nor will it end in Trump
How many drones did Obama authorize?
How many people deported under his administration?
How many black bodies died at the guns of police?
It began in the 15th century
with genocide and slavery
These marches of the 21st century rest on a resistance movement
They try to forget or never remember
Permits, peace, and police
We are standing up against a violent Empire
Six centuries in the making
We must march to blockade
capitalism is violence on this land
We must march to smash B of A windows
their property is violence on this land
We must march to fight fascists and fascism
white supremacy is violence on this land
Their hearts + minds won’t change
But our hearts + minds are here
and have been.