Black Tech & the Holy War
RECORDING LIVE FROM BOSTON ON SOMEONE’S COUCH
wondering how the fuck to go on tour without a vehicle — thinking
the gang from #afrotech2016 might disapprove of all this liquor and
the tears. some days you need liquor and tears. also, i’m supposed to
write about this conference blavity threw (you know, since i got a press
pass). meanwhile the white house agenda seems to be a racial holy war,
and i drank enough yesterday to turn everything liquid. i’m doing all
kinds of transit math and already tanked a marriage for the last tour, so
… probably, i should call my congressman. but i don’t have a lot of faith
in government today and i need to get to fucking pittsburgh.
y’all got a plan for Trumpmerica? sending vitamins to the highest
court in the land? Legalized pot in DC? anthrax? calling home?
our government is actively planning the demise of my people (and
possibly yours) and i’m supposed to get to pittsburgh. none of my
realities are adding up today. is this failure or success? how do you
take a step back from the world to see it clearly? with a long enough
lever and a place to stand, i could really make some shit happen.
i’m here half watching some deceased movie star, thinking about my
dead friend. i summarized the disaster of my last five years in a single
post on Facebook. i need to stop fucking my friends & feeling hopeless.
sitting here, stacking resources and obstacles, looking for an angle like
Picasso painting Guernica. you say you want a revolution — somebody
should have listened to Bernie.
OBEY papering the walls, black celebrities all dressed up and ready to
coon. we gathered some of our most brilliant minds in san francisco and
i got an invite. so what happened? in the ballot booth … on the tour van
… at the conference … in my mind. how can examining our world feel
so similar to building a sculpture from soup? name three politicians you
trust. here’s what i got from the conference: all we have is now. whatever’s
in your heart and mind, you better get it out. our nation is pressed to the
breaking point and i learned a little secret last week:
not all techies are white. we got some black brilliance out chea. niggas
stepping they game up. our fever dream of an executive branch just installed
rotors in the shithouse and all we got left of ancient rome is the aqueducts.
you seen the big short? wolf of wall street? wall street? boiler room? michael
clayton? sicario? the god father? our next president told you the game is rigged
and somebody voted him in. how crazy is that? he said he knows it’s rigged,
because he cheats to win. and then he won. Cheney’s been readying the camps
for over a decade and Obama increased the powers of the office. least Bill’s gone.
let me take a step back. i went to blavity’s afrotech conference and honestly
you wish you were there. i’ve been impressed with the rapid transition from
panic to productivity. we got a lot of work ahead. so what do you see? pick
a problem and fix it. call congress, if that’s your thing. we need to take care
of each other. to speak truth loud and often. trump’s campaign may well turn
half the nation to islam. and we got black genius grinding the gears of “progress”
because we don’t have time for any thing else. so i’m shrinking my network,
calling everyone i know and adding hours to the clock any way i can. this thing
is happening — with or without you. pick a motherfucking side. today.
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