Meanwhile, four marked and unmarked cars full of white cops pull up to make a further spectacle of a young black male already in handcuffs. I watch (does that help at all?) as one of the cops says, “This is just a misdemeanor, right? I’m not going to pull a rock out or something?”
So much for innocence presumed.
My life is to wear all black as the cops wave, his is not “just” as justice ill-defined. I go buy my things from the store.
I go home.
Even unremarked you can’t tell me this doesn’t leave marks.
You can’t tell me there is a single temporality.
Abolish the police,