yaaaaaaaaaaaaayaaaaareeeeaaaaaaaaaaa!

it is wednesday, january 19th, 2016 in the countryside of kyoto prefecture, japan. it is about 4:45 pm, my time, & almost midnight (?) in san francisco. my very chill work day - only one real class to teach - technically over...but here i am mooching the electricity & hot water of my workplace. currently, surrounded by keigo, or formal japanese, which is spoken here & there on the ever ringing telephones...


i have this super human ability here to zone out & trance out of my environment & well...into the abyss of my mind...in this case i have traveled to america. helps that my japanese is absolute shit.

today, i have been at my desk figuring out ways to present the topic of martin luther king jr. day & the overall black struggle to my students here in japan. my students are in elementary school & middle school. the earlier the better. the truth is important. but of course i am ripping my brain apart with the (oreo mc)flurry of questions & wonderings...like how the fuck do i "appropriately" present slavery - the actual foundation of america's formation - racism, jim crow segregation, hegemony, structural inequities over the long fetch of history that are still ever present today...& so on...across cultural "differences" (even though i wholeheartedly believe we are all one...cause we are) & language barriers...

postponing the "douyattes" or "how-do-i-do-this"-type questions, i made hella relevant crafts...of course i would. i stopped after lunch, however...what i thought would be a controlled "brief"...to do the unthinkable...to do what i promised myself i would do less of this year...awww shiet, i peeped my social media applications on the robot attached to my waist (my cyborg self exposed): the cellular device.

one instagram post, tag, & "link in bio" click led to another...

from the dinner table & lion dance outside ed lee's house, to the bloody bodies outside chief suhr's front door, to the black/brown unity march through the fillmoe & jtown, to the muthafuckin' shut down of the bay bridge...

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYAAAAAREEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAA" echoes throughout...(xo e40)

...this powerful hurricane of emotions just hit as i witnessed the cosmic capsules (photos) of hxstory itself...i want to steer clear of romanticizing....unless you consider power, agency, & hope...well fluffy, dreamy...

i felt that overwhelming sense of presence in the present...present in the roots of the past, in the sprouts of tomorrow. 

let me be clear however, i was not there. i was not organizing. i was organizing a lesson plan in japan, far as fuck from the actual direct action & struggle. there is privilege & distance in this distant perspective. but shit. got me feeling like "what the fuck am i doing in japan?" 

anyhoot, i had to dull the bubbly 7-up like feelings of excitement from spouting & foaming out of my mouth in the form of an obnoxious scream or a "FUCK-YEE-GIT-IT" body jolt / gesture...why? well i am in japan. i am at work here. there is a strict "chanto" social script. i break a lot of the social script, so i have to spew the "eyk" in strategic, digestible doses...

the present unity, struggle, love, power, consciousness, cosmic collaboration & creativity, resilience witnessed from afar (privilege & distance noted)...i can't explain this but it is as if time & space squashed into a tiny needle point & zapped into...this apparently microscopic small point, but also this simultaneously infinite & nonexistent point...fuck i have no idea what i am trying to say except...nah i have no idea. but i think that's just it. i feel the collective infiniteness...the collective cosmic spirit...so unfathomable & unspeakable just like life & death & existence themselves...

treading back & forth...that is the now. the now...what the fuck is it...okay well before i continue with failing to make sense...lemme show what brought me back, but also what brought me forward...but also what brings us here. 

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october 8th, 1964 : congress of racial equality (core) demonstrating at hunter's point shrimp boat establishment in san francisco.

march 14, 1964 : cadillac sit-in on vanness street - auto row. demonstrators demanding equity in the work place. does this place look familiar? yes it is amc movie theaters on vanness...but there is no mention of the hxstory that went down here....& the resistance, resilience, solidarity, & unity...

may 22, 1964 : demonstration at the bank of america on california street by naacp & core

may 26, 1963 : march on market street [looted from the wonderful undergraduate resource that is calisphere.org -- a public archive that we deserve to know about.]

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january 18, 2016 : beautiful cosmic souls of resilience & brilliance shut down the muthafuckin' bay bridge...

as long as the long fetch of history continues in america...as long as hate pulses through the veins of this human-created cultural entity, that is the institution / that is society / that is this bounded "country", with the overt lynchings of black folks, the covert suffocation of the black community, spirit, & body, the objectification & confinement of beautiful brown spirits, the continuing domination over the mind, body & spirit of the femme / trans / womxn of our shared seed / ancestor that is earth ...then shit. no muthafuckin' business as usual folks.

STILL on the LONG WALK, folks. 

every ounce of this existence y'all...start within...& yes...you'll fusholly fight for the livelihood of this without.