by Kemet Mawaka a.k.a. the Seven Foot Poet
On New Year's Day at an Oakland, California transit station, a young black man, lying face down in a crowd of cops was fatally shot in the back before dozens of witnesses, some of whom had the presence of mind to film the incident. The killer cop still has been allowed to resign, and almost two weeks later has yet to be questioned by authorities, let alone inducted.
How many black men, and boys, and even women have been wounded or killed reaching for cell, phones, in purses, for wallets or cigarettes. Or just reaching? How long does this continue, and what does it mean?
The Seven Foot Poet spills it.