Steve Schapiro died Saturday, but it was announced yesterday… He was 87 years old… He was an amazing photographer who photographed everyone from MLK, Muhammed Ali, Barbara Streisand, David Bowie, Ray Charles to Andy Warhol… As we artist say ‘the man had an eye’…
Sad that he died over the MLK holiday weekend since he photographed the March on Washington in 1963, the Selma to Montgomery march in 1965, and Martin Luther King Jr.’s assassination… He died of pancreatic cancer…
After reading a text James Baldwin had written he was inspired to work with Baldwin on an assignment for LIFE magazine traveling through the South and photographing Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., Rosa Parks, Fred Shuttlesworth, and Jerome Smith… and along the way creating some of the most iconic images of the Civil Rights era…
Check out his work on his website…
In 2017 TASCHEN books published a book of Steve Schapiro’s photography alongside text by James Baldwin called THE FIRE NEXT TIME… i had already owned Steve Schapiro’s TAXI DRIVER and THE GODFATHER FAMILY ALBUM (he was the on set photographer on those films…) TASCHEN had an event at their then Soho store with Steve Schapiro talking to the great journalist Herb Boyd about his work photographing those crucial moments in the Civil Rights era with James Baldwin…
When i went to the talk you know i had to bring my TAXI DRIVER and THE GODFATHER FAMILY ALBUM with me on the chance he would sign those… And both the good folks at Taschen and Steve Schapiro were kind and generous enough to allow it… Steve was surprised that i had his other books, and he was so gracious that he signed all three of my books… In my THE FIRE NEXT TIME book he signed – he wrote
“STAY INSPIRED IN THIS WORLD OF OURS” – BEST STEVE SCHAPIRO #RestInPictures
THE FIRE NEXT TIME
COVID 1312
nationwide fire sale everything must go confederate monuments police stations columbus statues kkk hoods it all has to go oppression lost its lease in many locations because no one's buying this shit anymore at least for the time being bob said catch a fire dylan said a hard rains gonna come and jimmy reminded us the fire next time and amerikkka’s burning could save the world in smoke alarm signals in bristol the scientists experimented with whether or not bronze slave merchant statues can swim (they can't - the experiment is a success) in belgium the rabble refuse to let the statue of king leopld’s ghost rest using it as fuel for fire to light the way from then to now in puerto rico the rebels brought a guillotine to the governor's door and asked those responsible to step outside to settle old colonial scores delivered in debt sheets wrapped in promises for more oppression this virus stripped the veneer off the fuckery made everyone realize how hard it is to breathe with a cops knee on your throat or in pepper spray or in emergency room waiting and the masks in mass demonstrations protected many providing anonymity to covid 1312 but it’s no surprise that some who resisted still caught the bugaloo bug from tear gas canisters fired by the blue lives crew promising to turn us blue from lack of oxygen simply for demanding to breathe the irony lost on killers found caught in throats of victims but don’t let pandemic fool you american fuckery is working from home it’s looking for new locations to open up shop proud boy real estate agents testing the waters in your neighborhood dipping a gentrified toe in the whites-only gene pool looking to spread the bugaloo bug in Hawaiian camo ar15 cosplay or in blue uniform with black taped badge number either way street research has proven time and again a mask provides anonymity to covid 1312 wash your hands of amerikkka keep your distance and carry your huey p newton gun club membership card locked and loaded - vagabond ©
WHO WATCHES THE WATCHMEN?
Up until WATCHEMEN superheroes, held themselves to a higher moral standard, and so their accountability was to something greater than themselves. Alan Moore was throwing a lot of cold water on that and getting us to realize that relying on superheores to police themselves would be a disaster. In the same way that police, police themselves. Everyone police investigation of police brutality or murder seems to not only go unpunished but, in many cases, rewarded.
This may be the only way to bring about real change. The focus of the protests has expanded beyond police violence to the root causes of racism in the US. This is quite possibly the first time since, before its inception, there’s an honest discussion about the racist foundation this nation is built on. From the attempted genocide of indigenous peoples to the enslavement of Africans to the internment of the Japanese in World War II, there is an active, painful, necessary conversation finally starting to be had. The confederate flag is now seen as the symbol of hate that it’s always been. Monuments from the confederacy to Columbus, to Spanish conquistadors are being torn down.
And that’s the real fear for the State and for the capitalists. Racism has always been a tactic for capitalism to conquer and divide (as Sam Greenlee – author of The Spook Who Sat By The Door – used to say to me). Racism has always been a part of the machinery that makes capitalism work. If racism begins to be confronted in a real way with real change, then people more easily see how racism was being used by capitalism to pick the pockets of everyone, Black, White, Red, Brown. If racism is seeing its last days, then maybe capitalism is next… maybe… Capitalism has proven that it can absorb every attack ever thrown at it… The question is, will capitalism survive without racism, can it survive without racism… That remains to be seen…
ALWAYS THE TRUTH
always the truth
(for dad)
the truth
everything else is bullshit window dressing
always the truth
one needs to be true
to the world
to keep things in line
for ones self
and the world around ones self
like a mantra
over and over
never taught to catch a ball
or drive
no pointers on shaving
or instructions on how to tie a tie
catching a ball driving shaving and ties
all that can be done on ones own
focus was elsewhere
these codes these ways these directions
passed down like maps memories genetics
need to be engineered
like architectural blueprints
for reference over time
as you frame out your character
and set the load bearing weight
of your code
these rough sketches
more complete than imagined
pouring the foundation of a just anger
constructing righteous rage
for foes mistaking compassion for weakness
for fools miscalculating empathy for fear
truth
he insisted
truth
like a mantra
like a rhythm
like a drum
like a discipline
it became a sharpening stone
for thoughts
to puncture the belly and bloat
lies draw fury
false promises are assured wrath
like a mantra
over and over
one needs to be true
to the world
to keep things in line
for ones self
and the world around ones self
and if not you
then who
– vagabond ©
photo from 1976 when my dad graduated Cooper Union (and cured me of all graduation ceremonies including my own – but that’s another story…)
PEPSI GENERATION
Inspired a few years back by Kendall Jenner’s Pepsi commercial… and in light of the social unrest and upheaval in the streets with the BLACK LIVES MATTER protests not just across amerikkka, but across the world (see Bristol UK, and Belgium), i thought this would be apropos… Maybe all the cops need is a pepsi…
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WHEN THE COPS KILL ME
“God gave Noah the rainbow sign
No more water, the fire next time.”
– James Baldwin
This is a confession but not an apology… i’m afraid my death will come at the hands of the police… It’s a fear i live with… Every time i see the cops i think – ‘this could be it, this could be the end’. And i don’t mean every time i get pulled over or stopped or questioned, i mean every time i see the cops… Pulling up behind me, sitting on the side of the road, passing me by while i’m driving, in a store, at the movies, on a corner, i see my life flash before my eyes…
Every fucken time i see a cop the first thought that comes to my head is that i can be killed for no reason. The thought that immediately follows that is that my family and friends will be dragged through some bullshit investigation only to find that the cop(s) who killed me was/were justified and my murderer(s) will go unpunished… i think that outside of my untimely tragic death that this will be the hardest thing for family and friends to have to deal with, to have to endure…
If i’m killed by the police then i want this piece to be read like a last will and testament… This is what i want done after i’m killed… i don’t want a non-violent protest or rally or march or a candlelight vigil… i want a rebellion in the streets… i want the looting of police stations, courthouses and shitty halls… Take those candles for the vigil and use them to light up holding cells and jailhouses so they can be burnt down to embers… i don’t want peace… i want my death to mean something that my life couldn’t ever achieve… i want to strike fear into a shitstem that struck fear into me my whole adult life…. i don’t want mourning or sadness… i want rage to give birth to justice… And not the kind of justice in law books but real justice that comes from revolution…
i don’t want to be a hashtag on twitter… i don’t want Jesse Jackson calling for calm or Al Sharpton calling for an investigation or sell-ebrities selling peace statements in social media… i don’t want people to care if CNN is doing a town hall meeting with Don Lemon and Anderson Cooper talking about the same old shit where they excuse the few bad apples… i don’t want people getting upset at the panel of all white people that Fox News will convene to talk about my old warrants, arrest records and minor convictions… i don’t want legal analysts or law enforcement pundits on MSNBC convicting me in the court of public opinion while offering their condolences to my family and friends… Fuck your condolences…
i don’t want the prosecution of a few cops i want the whole shitstem put on trial and judged and juried and executed in the same way that i was… i want this execution of the shitstem to be instantaneous and immediate in the same way that my death was… i want it all to die with me… If i’m going to be killed by the police then i want my death to be the last one…
This is my last will and testament in case i’m killed by police for raising my hands or keeping them at 10 and 2 on the steering wheel or for asking a question or refusing to answer one or for swinging back in a failed and futile attempt at self-defense and self-preservation… So there is no confusion i want the lid taken off the frustration and anger we have felt from before day one in this country and i want the brothers and sisters in the streets to rebel… i want my death to come at a cost for the shitstem that has condemned me for the skin i’m in…
i may not raise my hands, i may well resist my arrest and fight back if i feel that the cops have chosen that it is my time to die… What choice do i have? i’m not a fool… i’ve seen the videos of cops beating people into the ground… i’ve seen cops beating people to death… i’m not a sucker, i’m not going out like that… My mother didn’t raise me to allow my death to come easy… My father didn’t raise me to surrender to my executioners… My city didn’t raise me to not get some lumps in… to not return a little of what i’m getting…
“when they kick at your front door
how you gonna go?
shot down on the pavement
or waiting in death row?”
– Guns Of Brixton by The Clash
And if they tell you i resisted arrest it will be true… i mean what choice do i have…? You can die because they want to kill you and say you resisted or you can go out fighting and die… i chose to go out fighting… i don’t have any faith in their just-us shitstem… i won’t be around for the trial… i’ll be dead and hoping the blood from my death will join with the blood of all the others named and un-named to ripen the revolution and act as a reminder of what the world could be if Black Lives Mattered… i would like to imagine that it will go down like that… Just like that… when the cops kill me…
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BLEED JUSTICE
THE LEAST OF THESE
the least of these
“We revolt simply because, for many reasons, we can no longer breathe.”
– Franz Fanon
“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
Matthew 25:40
george floyd
said i can’t breathe
and the cops
choking him
said ‘yeah
where have i heard that before?
oh yeah, in staten island’
not knowing anthony baez
also couldn’t breathe
in a bronx chokehold
but also not caring
but maybe
he’s not a football fan
since kapernick took a knee
on his way to the temple
he saw the money changers
flipping offerings
for-profit
the rage built in him
and he turned the tables
and it had to be then
that his fate was sealed
because nobody messes with
the big money boys and lives
to be an example
eric garner
couldn’t breathe either
something about
an alleged loosey cigarettes
side hustle
being a capital offense
and the cops skipped
judge and jury
went straight to execution
and the only one doing time
is ramsey orta
for having the courage
and a phone video
he spoke of love
and fed the hungry
but when he washed
her feet
and healed the hand
on the sabbath
and threw capitalism
out of the temple
well…
that was just too much
and there were rumors
of not bringing peace
but a machete
george floyd
didn’t know the law
something about
alleged forgery
being a capital offense
and the cops skipped
judge and jury
went straight to execution
and the cop that killed him
had his hand in his pocket
like it ain’t no thing
and for him
and his power structure
it wasn’t no thing
meanwhile the brothers
and the sisters
and all those in between
that spectrum
came into the streets
to overthrow the roman soldiers
who protect the money changers
raising molotov cocktails
in toasts to the right of riot
and spilling gasoline to the street
in memory of
with shopping carts
full of rocks
looting the milk aisle
to soothe tear gas burnt eyes
like palestinans in palestine
in a place
some like to call israel
following the example
of a palestinian
from 2000 years ago
who also didn’t come
to bring peace
if they have a legal right to kill
we have a moral right to riot
and between legality
and morality is a chasm
that must be filled
the masks for the ‘rona
helped them
dance in the tear gas
thighs and shins bruised
from rubber bullets
when the wind changed direction
the smoke cleared
signs of the times
could be seen
saying something about
black lives mattering
he led by example
his resistance was existence
the least of these he said
what you do to the least of these
and we all felt less than
and we all felt it done to us
for a moment
no one can breathe
it being held against our will
again
like anthony baez
eric garner
george floyd
this thing between
them and us
can only be settled in the streets
no judges no juries
just execution
of our rage
a thousand million christs
in the streets
overturning the system
before we refuse to enter
the temples of their injustice
to be ungovernable
because we have no peace
only a machete
to be
second coming reckoning
amerikkkan apocalypse
to clear the air of the stench
that suffocates
to breathe
for the first time
in insurrection
in resurrection
– vagabond ©
HALF A CHANCE
half a chance
in delirium
a clarity
this virus is the cure
this fever
burns the disease
that kills us with a love
of the root of all evil
if we shed this skin
leave the 20th century behind
step into the 21st century armed
with a promise of new failures
we might have half a chance
of making it
-vagabond ©
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ANTI-THESIS
anti-thesis
time to be the criminal for the crime
a problem for the problem
the price for the cost
the anarchy for the chaos
the anti-thesis to the thesis
– vagabond ©
original photo by Samuel Lahoz
final art by vagabond
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