Come with us to the ecologies of the city, where the truth of nature and cultures' inseparability is laid bare. This other world is not organized around the tyranny of the clock, and its mechanized goose stepping from past to future.

Oya came to me in her own time fashioned by her own will-a will to embrace with winds and torrential sashaying gusts of hurry up gal and answer my call. I have heard all the talk about Oyas from folks who either love them or want their lives to be left alone. I have witnessed the blamers who fear the skirt of Oya strutting her quick step across an existence they believed was in good standing-until she came passing judgment. It is as the old saying goes, “what she takes you no longer need.”

In what is commonly referred to as Detroit, Anishinaabe math & science knowledge unveils the language and the knowledge of the land here, Waawiiyaatanong, where the land bends with the water. 

In my hair, the fruit from yesterday’s seed,   Eternal golden globes in harvest                  Because of her bravery . . .

Rather than indicting the racist police murder of George Floyd and other black Americans, our leaders are up in arms over protests and property destruction. That’s the twisted logic of U.S. capitalism.

Over the past decade Detroit went through aggressive gentrification & went on a campaign to remove folks from their homes with fake & double mortgages, mostly through Quicken Loans. . .

Inside the trees our bones are being frozen until next spring.

When you are ready, how will you soften your heart? These words rolled through my chest as I waited for Nia to arrive. . .

Do you know how the Detroit Police Department was founded? . . .

Whiteness is a political ideology which has been sheltered and codified by brutal, dishonest and inhumane systems. It is governed and protected by archaic laws and policies that prioritize property and profits over people. . .

. . . it’s the same time it’s been for the last 500 years on this continent, an era of unending war . . .

I am not white. I am somewhere between the ink and the page, the word that is blurred out.

Have you ever looked out upon a backyard, park, or field and seen the indiscernible carpet of greenery as just grass or random weeds? Usually, there are all kinds of plants with different traits and growing patterns and numerous uses within those spaces. . .

At the Teach-in at the Algiers Motel, June 8th 2020

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