The Robin Hood Project Comes to Ferguson | Full Audio of Prince’s ‘Baltimore’ Song

Look ma, no hands. The Game and McDonald's workers in Ferguson. Image Courtesy: LOS ANGELES CONFIDENTIAL instagram

Look ma, no hands. The Game and McDonald’s workers in Ferguson.
Image Courtesy: LOS ANGELES CONFIDENTIAL instagram

He’s at it again. But instead of taking from the rich and giving to the poor, The Game is digging into his own pockets to share the wealth.

The Compton rapper has revived his Robin Hood Project; giving away $1 million to random people he’s come in contact with for a year. Recently, the reality star/rapper and his merry men took a ┬átrip to Ferguson, Missouri to pay tribute to Mike Brown. The unarmed college kid that was gunned down by police last year. He met up with Mike Brown’s grandmother and visited the slain teen’s memorial.

Then wrangled up some local kids to take to Mickey D’s. He not only gave out 100 Happy Meals (which came up to $1000, if you’re curious) to kids in the fast food joint and at the drive thru, but he helped in the kitchen.

Kudos to The Game for showing Ferguson some love.

Like Prince did in B’more on Saturday. Guys, he answered the call to sing the song and that he did. Below is the full audio from the “Rally 4 Peace” concert.

“If there ain’t no justice/ There ain’t no peace…” I’m already brainwashed.

Prince was also joined by Doug E. Fresh and Miguel. B’more sounds like the place to be Saturday.

Rehab for Ferguson

 A burning building in Ferguson. Image Courtesy of Jim Young Reuters

A burning building in Ferguson. Image Courtesy of Jim Young Reuters

Once again justice wasn’t served. Was I surprised? Nope, because I knew what the decision would be. We all knew. Calling in the national guard, declaring a state of emergency were huge indicators that local officials knew something we didn’t. But we all knew, even before the prosecutor matter-of-factly announced no indictment for Darren Wilson, there would be no justice for Mike Brown, so therefore no peace for Ferguson, MO.

And in the heat of that moment, when digesting that bitter pill of fact, one of Mike’s relatives yells, “burn this bitch to the ground,” into the crowd of protestors, how is that not understandable? I’m not slapping my seal of approval on violence and destruction, but I get why it’s there. It’s a quick fix. An easy way to drain the rage burning out of people’s pores and into local storefronts and car dealerships faster than the actual flames.

But, who are we (as in Black folk) really destroying?

Burning the local Family Dollar that benefits your community is like shooting your own self in the foot, or to put a poetic spin on it: it’s like you drinking poison and expecting your enemy to die. It’s not effective. It wasn’t in L.A. and it won’t be in Ferguson.

Why?

Well, other than the most obvious point that stealing a big screen TV doesn’t make up for a murdered teenager laying in the street for four hours and then being whisked away not in an ambulance, but a shady SUV. (No amount of minivans burnt in a car dealership can make up for that sad reality.)

How is it effective? How is–to borrow a quote from Rev. Al Sharpton–“burning your own stuff”–going to make things right? How is behaving like an animal, which law enforcement was banking on us doing, illustrate we aren’t to the white powers that be.

It doesn’t. It just makes us a distraction. The rioting and the looting divert attention away from the fact an unarmed–the prosecutor failed to mention that in the press conference–black teenager was shot 12 times and his murderer walks away. Unpunished.

So, yes let’s protest–peacefully–but more importantly, take back our power by letting our voices be heard. Not just in darkened streets near courthouses, but in voting booths where there’s proof our voices echo each other and demand a change.

Let’s demand body cameras for police officers around the country, elect state reps that support it, and have an honest debate (not just on Facebook) about race relations. We need to channel our frustrations towards making a change.

Otherwise we will be in this same place, next week, next month or next year mourning another young life ┬áruled unworthy of justice.Let’s show them our lives matter. We all matter.

Is Ferguson Our Generation’s Selma?

image courtesy: jackfrombkln

image courtesy: jackfrombkln

I’ve had my eyes glued to Juan Gonzalez’s “News for all the People” book for the past three months. No, I’m not a slow reader, I just don’t want the book to end. At the risk of sounding like a geek (which I totally am) I’m unbelievably fascinated by the tome that chronicles minorities breaking into the media.

The book not only acknowledges brown faced pioneers of TV, radio and newspapers–just to name a few (Ida B. Wells, Jackie Cooper and John Russwurm) because their are a TON, to many to record for this tiny blog–but also the insurmountable obstacles they faced getting there.

What’s more shocking is having the living nightmares of racial tension in the ’50s and ’60s jump off the page and onto TV screens in 2014. The Ferguson residents standoff with police last night harkened back to a time I thought was over. Where reports of civilians being teargassed in the streets, while protesting injustices in their community lived only in history books.

Although it’s not to surprising given that history has repeated itself countless times before in the form of Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant, Ramarley Graham, Sean Bell, Amadou Diallo,and Eric Garner. Now 18-year-old Michael Brown is added to that haunting list of the gone to soon crew. The soon-to-be college freshman was struck down by Missouri police after putting both hands in the air in surrender.

Similar to what residents of Selma, Alabama did on March 7, 1965 when attempting to march to the capital, and were struck by tear gas and billy clubs. Playing out that same M.O., Ferguson riot police threw tear gas at protesters and arrested two reporters last night.

I fear we, as a country, are going backwards. Not just in this case because it’s not an isolated incident. At this point these aren’t incidents…their just as intentional as the Wilmington, NC massacre or the ethnic cleansing in Vicksburg, MS (Google it) that are ugly revolting scars on our nation’s history. But at what point do we heal the wounds because these serial encounters are just picking the scabs. And the bleeding has got to stop.

Let’s press forward, let us heal together. Peacefully. Because at the end of the day all we want to do is be free.