The Black Riders Liberation Party (BRLP) started in 1996 in a YTS gang prison in Los Angeles when the bloods, crips and other members of street tribes who were incarcerated began to take college courses and forming their spiritual bond of unity. While locked up, those who took part of this revolutionary transition made a vow to work hard towards correcting the destruction that the men have inflicted upon their communities.
(Editor's note: The graphic photo showing the aftermath of the violence perpetrated on the Rapada family is courtesy SFCHRP.COM. Although the pictures show the scars and bruises of the beating the Rapada's received on new years 2011, the photos were taken after the family had received medical attention. Their appearance prior to the photos were even more graphic)
Honoring our Black and Brown Youth Warriors Taken out by Po'Lice, Racism, Gun Violence and Poverty through Spirit, Art, Poetry and Ceremony
I was trying to stay out of this fight. I work for the struggle and a number of organizations in it. I have 3 part time jobs I’m barely juggling well enough to keep myself from being pushed back through the bloody and gnarled teeth of homelessness. I have family and friends and school. I suffer from anxiety, PTSD and chronic debilitating migraines. If I didn’t have access to my medication, I would not be able to function. Literally. The muscle spasms and nausea alone would keep me indoors and unable to move except to throw up for days on end. Days.
Macho Macho Clam….I want to be a macho clam…
Hearing the water splash in my bathtub as Bruce sang this song at the top of his lungs at 6 in the morning is and forever will be one of the happiest moments of my life. Bruce was safe. He was warm. He was happy. And his absolute genius woke me up with a song….
That’s why they want him. That’s why they want to take him away. He knows too much. He means too much. But there’s no one there to protect him. He’s an elder. No one will try to stop us. NO ONE WILL TRY TO STOP US.