My dear, if it is not a city, it is a pri­son. If it has a pri­son, it is a pri­son. Not a city.…

You look like an occa­sio­nal­ly violent man not in charge of an altar not in charge of an impor­tant altar, any­way not one that is about fan­cy dei­ties just a plain neigh­bo­rhood for the dead please give me spare change and your word that I won’t be mis­sing in a year – as is the cus­tom, two humans make a humanity…

A slave owner is not someone who does not pay people for their work, as much as someone who will maim or kill people if they do not work (let alone, yet espe­cial­ly, revolt). And this equa­tion conti­nues into this modern era with hyper mili­ta­ri­za­tion of police, mass inter­n­ment of Brown and Black people, per­ma­nent impe­ria­list inva­sions around the world, and masses who prac­tice whi­te­ness (as it was desi­gned by past U.S. ruling classes), not as a pri­vi­lege, but rather a deputization.…

We gar­den praxis with cri­ti­cal conver­sa­tion and vigi­lant (though ideal­ly gentle) upkeep of detail and nuance. In that bios­phere of phe­no­me­nal enga­ge­ment, we nur­ture, res­tore or post­pone our humanity.…