some of you have moved on
others have forgotten
but there shall be no rest for the wicked
until we get some justice
“they don’t love this country! i love this country. do you love this country? huh?” – courtney crum-ewing
Love has never turned aside the boot, blade, or bullet. Neither has it ever satisfied my hunger of body or mind. The author of my hunger, the architect of the circumstantial pressures which are the sole cause of my ills will find no peace, in this existence or the next, or the one following that; never, never. I’ll dog his trail to infinity. I hope I never will feel I’ve love for the thing that causes insufferable pain. What I do feel is the urge to resist, resist, and never stop resisting or even think of stopping my resistance until victory falls to me. – The Prison Letters of George Jackson
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