“These young gangbangers, slightly older than me, were dressed in the latest urban fashions– from beaver hats, playboys, Stacy Adams shoes, expensive leather and London Fog coats, Italian knit sweaters, to sharkskin and tailor-made pants…
They were profiling in parks, clubs, and street corners. This was the first time I had ever seen images of this nature, reflecting my generation… I immediately went home and claimed my mother’s Kodak Instamatic 110 camera and went to work documenting my peers.”
-Jamel Shabazz, Back in the Days Remix
Lone Ranger and Tristan Palmer taken by Beth Lesser, from an issue of 1980s ‘zine, “Reggae Quarterly”.
(Source: music.myninjaplease.com)
Two Sides Of Silence - Linton Kwesi Johnson [1980] (by HopeWithPandora)
To us
Who were of necessary birth
For the earths hard and thankless toil
Silence has no meaning
There is never a feeling
Of tranquility
Or mere quietness never a moment
Of soundless calm
From within or without
Our troubled selves
How can the clamour
Of sounds be stilled?
There is no void where
Noises can collect
And be made mute…
[ ]
How indeed
Can there be a silence
When our hearts beat out
A sonorous beat
Meeting the beating drums
Of an african past
When our eyes shed
Solid tears of iron blood
That falls on concrete ground
patrick (by Audrey Headley)
(Source: youaintpunk, via firehouserockers)
![I’ve been here [Pima County Juvenile Detention] three weeks. I’m 13, I’m in 7th grade. I’m Somalian, my dad still lives in Somalia. We’re Muslim. My mom has never visited. No one visits me. I have been in the U.S for five years… I have lived in refugee camps for a while. This is the first time something like this happened. Lots of people don’t do nothing; they just yell at me. I have trouble in my classes. They’re pissing me off. Every day they make a big argument, an argument about some nonsense. I threw a book at the teachers. Here I threw a food tray. It was an accident. -A.A, age 13
Photography by Richard Ross from his Juveniles in Justice blog](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m24k5idoSy1r2hr10o1_500.jpg)
I’ve been here [Pima County Juvenile Detention] three weeks. I’m 13, I’m in 7th grade. I’m Somalian, my dad still lives in Somalia. We’re Muslim. My mom has never visited. No one visits me. I have been in the U.S for five years… I have lived in refugee camps for a while. This is the first time something like this happened. Lots of people don’t do nothing; they just yell at me. I have trouble in my classes. They’re pissing me off. Every day they make a big argument, an argument about some nonsense. I threw a book at the teachers. Here I threw a food tray. It was an accident. -A.A, age 13
Photography by Richard Ross from his Juveniles in Justice blog
Though some may reach for the stars, others will end behind bars.
What the future has in store no one ever knows before.
Yet we would all like the right to find the key to success,
That elusive ray of light that will lead to happiness.
Nina Simone - Tomorrow Is My Turn (Live in the 60s)
Rocket trails in the Milky Way - Jerry Lodriguss
