“You can’t come in,” the oddly butler-esque dressed sheriff stopped me, my 12 year old sun Tiburcio and literally hundreds of members of the “public” at the door to King Lee’s (Not at all) “public” inauguration.
“We were told it was open to the public,” I countered,
“It is,” a weird silence ensued and he looked above us.
“So if its public, we are the public and we would like to go in,” I continued.
Editors Note: Min. William Brown Jr. is one of several power-FUL PNNPlantation prison correspondents. As currently and formerly incarcerated poor and indigenous peoples in struggle and resistance with all plantation systems in Amerikkka, POOR Magazine stands in solidarity with all folks on the other side of the razor wire plantation.
What is Mario Woods telling us? Mario, you made a film, shot a film about your home, the Bayview. It was titled, “HP From Then till Now”. Opening shot, your home, mid-shot—the faces and voices of your home—wide shot; shots from different angles—shots all over. Mario, tell us what it is you see, what are you telling us? The only thing that many people know about you is the image of you, pursued by the cops, and the gunshots ringing out, piercing your body, which is the black body of the city, the black memory of the city, the memory
Patrick Wetter, brother, son, mechanic, long-time friend to many, and loving uncle, was just 25 years old, and living with his father, when he was brutally killed by Stockton police on January 6, 2015. Patrick's death, unlike his life, was extremely violent. A police dog was sicked on him, he endured six gunshots to his trunk, he was struck with a tazer. In life, Patrick stood 6 foot 5 inches tall, and his friends and family refer to him as a “gentle giant” and he had the nickname of Tiny.