On April 15, 2014, two College Park white male officers assaulted Mary Hooks. Mary Hooks is a mother, sister, friend, community organizer, and a lover of her people. She witnessed an aggressive and excessive police interaction between 4 officers with their guns drawn and 2 younger Black women pulled over behind her car at a gas station. Mary came their aid by asking the women if they knew their rights and if anyone needed to be contacted.
When the two male officers approached Mary, she assured them she was standing back, she was only videotaping, and placed her hands up. These offices continue toward her, grabbed her and slammed her into the pavement, pushed her head into the ground with their knees, resulting in a scrab on her head and a fractured elbow.
Subsequently, she was arrested, her truck was impounded, and she was charged with obstructing and public disorderly conduct. Both having fines and possible jail time.
On behalf of Mary Hooks, community we are asking for your support to raise $3,500.00 cover her legal fees and fines.
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I woke up this morning hungry, but with no appetite. Knowing that I should take the opportunity of my sleeping son to cook, bathe, something other than smoke a cigarette and stew in troublesome emotions. I am a failure sometimes, and sometimes I succeed as I fail. It’s complicated.
I woke up this morning feeling alone and knowing that I am not. Experiential realities can be deceiving. Perceptions can tell lies, and I can be quite gullible. Someone told me that my efforts to build community have not been successful. Is this true? Have the past four years been for nothing? I might as well jump off a bridge, throw in the towel, call it quits?
I don’t know what it would look like for me to give up. I couldn’t bring myself to end my own life, though I have visions of suicide almost weekly. before I became a mother, they were more frequent, more tempting. Now they are like scenes from a novel I never got around to writing. An alternate reality.
I don’t know what I will do if I am not able to build community around myself in a way that supports me to do my work in the world. I might become one of those stifled, unfulfilled, resentful mothers who has lost herself completely in the tasks of mothering. I might resent my son, his father, and everyone else in my life who has either figured it out, or who plods along on their childless paths with freedom that I once took for granted. I might put on a cloak of self loathing and not enough-ness. I might become blank, lose the life in my eyes, and live a zombie half-life of unfinished projects and untapped potential.
I am not built to do this alone. I was born into a society that does not encourage collaborative living, parenting in community, or authentic expression. I was born into generational poverty as a dark brown girl told to be quiet too many times. I have overcome a lot, and I am powerful, but not of that matters unless I can direct that power through action.
I am unwilling to discard my dreams of living in community, of parenting in community, and of becoming the greatest, grandest version of myself. I am between a rock (the people in my life who don’t believe, can’t see me, or who can’t collaborate for one reason or another) and a rough cement wall (my own self-doubt), repeatedly scraping my skin as I try to wiggle free, my blood soiling the wall and the rock and me, making a big ole mess and more drama than is necessary.
She does have a point.
I can never understand why people revel in not being good at geography.
is this an exclusively American thing? being proud of one’s ignorance of the world?
White women be like “Where Africa at?”
Tusla Survivors Recall Burning of Black Wallstreet.
That’s all I gotta say.
Day26 Covers Silk’s “Lose Control” | audio
i didn’t even know they were still alive. This song tho…has always been amazeballs and deserves to be celebrated. ^5 Day26.
My sister will appreciate this.
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