Statement from author Donovan Mixon

I’m totally disturbed by what’s happening. The killings of Ahmaud Arbery and George Floyd made me think of the killing of my oldest brother, Booker [image attached at the bottom of blog. Warning: graphic content] which was depicted in a scene in Ahgottahandleonit.

Covid-19 and mass unemployment have made these protests possible. Otherwise, folks would be too busy running on their treadmills to complain. Its persistence may give.

We should know now that all workers are essential.

Trump represents the last gasp of a vicious beast (greed, corruption, racism, violence, disrespect, the sowing of hate etc..) and we have to be careful and persistent while putting this bastard down for good.

We should know now that institutional racism is as deliberate and planned as was slavery and it serves the same purpose: to steal the humanity and resources of the many to serve the few.

Billionaires are worthless to society. If not, they could have found the necessary money in their sofa cushions to buy all of the PPP, ventilators and masks needed to protect our medical workers.

Power is never given up voluntarily. The people have to unite and take it. It don’t have much hope, to tell the truth. We are truly captured by big business, consumerism and the media. But seeing Whites in such numbers along side Blacks is encouraging.

From Ahgottahandleonit
And The Rest of the World, Aspires to This?
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Baby boomers sending us to war,
Politics moved by bored TV stars.
The Christian right sees disorder
South of the border,
Maybe with a big enough fence
You could mask mass indifference.

After a big dip
The economy is startin’ to grow
Hardly noticed by some…The Haves and have Moz.
But unlike
jobs, jobs, jobs,
Their greed never seems to slow.

          And the rest of the world aspires to this?

The poorer the community
The more churches and liquor stores.
Tools of inequity
Desensitize the ability
To criticize, and
Blunt the hope for more.

So the ghetto be still
Pumpin’ bumpin’ ‘n grindin’ — out
Historical –
          Sterical misfits.

          It’s hard to believe
          Even to conceive, that
          The rest of the world aspires to this.

The global economy
Seems to make fun of me,
My work,
My time
My energy.
Waistlines grow as does
the nation’s po’
Student debt gone crazy
Along with endless war
Somebody Scream!
It’s hard to believe
Even to conceive, that
The rest of the world aspires to this.

​It’s another week…
Blue on black murder
          hardly time to speak,
or surrender —
Hands up, don’t shoot…

Broken windows
No child left behind
Stop and Frisk, uh oh…
          Was that a gang sign?
Livin’ in the shadows
of those who think they ain’t your kind.
Think they are white.
Think they are better,
Entitled
Privileged,
Who think a black life don’t matter.

       Bleeding out on the street is a drama so blasé—
       Bleeding out on the street is a drama so blasé—
       Bleeding out on the street is a drama so blasé—
       Bleeding out on the street is a drama so blasé—

It’s hard to believe
Even to conceive, that
The rest of the world aspires—
It’s hard to believe
Even to conceive, that
The rest of the world aspires—
It’s hard to believe
Even to conceive, that
The rest of the world aspires—
It’s hard to believe
Even to conceive, that
The rest of the world aspires to this?
Do you?