DEATH to racism

Today (and everyday past but especially today & everyday future) as I travel thru NYC and north and around this fuckin racist country, I want to acknowledge that I know and say something out loud to every Black and brown person I meet, I want to apologize, I want to weep, I want to shout their lives are important, I want to make it clear I am NOT that ugly hateful white person, not even that 'ignorant' colorblind white person but most of all I want to stand big & strong in between people of color and white bigots and white racists and the oppressive white system while I throw my entire self into dismantling and smashing this white hatred, violence and injustice named the u.s.ofamerikkka.

And as we meet, I linger and make the 'small' talk with the toll taker, the fellow traveler, the sistah behind the desk, while trying to come up with the words that will express my deep shame and utter sadness and volcanic rage, that will be me extending healing and taking care of her hurt and fear and rage and not end up with her once again having to console this white womon weeping as words fail and I am overwhelmed by that deep deep deep often suppressed desire to throw myself at the foot of every Black and brown person begging forgiveness before I stand and turn to fight.

And before words take shape, something seems to pass between us, as we look deep into each other's eyes and then we slip into a silent strong hug or reach for a tentative grasp of hands.

And I know what I will paint on the back of my truck:

DEATH to Racism

White People:

Grab your privilege like a bat

&

Swing it at RACISM, INJUSTICE, HATRED

End the white war against

Black, Brown, Native, Muslim, Asian People