Déjà Vu- When Nightmares of Our History Returns

Golden blood of the African diaspora Lives here. Generations of struggle, sacrifice, labor and survival among the golden, brown hues of tenements projects, Lives here. Homes that encircle the borders of the community that are owned by us, live here. Afro-Liberal educators of the 1968 Teachers Strike, that fought for equity and reminded the nation that there remains Power in us as a people, Lived here. The mecca for women's reproductive rights, has Lived here. But the injustice of ripping apart families, caging parents and children have no place here.

Our ancestors have known this injustice. This community we have cultivated since the 1960s in the Eastern guards of Brooklyn, reminds us daily of our tribal scars. We cannot choose to ignore this repetition of history happening to the families of our Brothers and Sisters of distant lands. We share the same ancestral blood of those generations before us that have seen families forcefully snatched apart and caged. We have been forced to maintain our families on the fragments of this nations torn flag and values and therefore we should not stand silent as it happens to anyone else on this land, and within these communities. Pages of our history books are coming alive and haunting the innocent. We know this pain, we know this history, we know this fight. We must remember this nightmare. Disrupt it with your screams for justice. Remind it that it does not live here. Not in our hearts, not in our voices, not in our community. Our screams of resistance must awaken our collective strength as Diasporic family. Any they must remember that we RESIST against family separation.

“It is our duty to fight for our freedom.

It is our duty to win.

We must love each other and support each other.

We have nothing to lose but our chains.”

-Assata Shakur