A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by
performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society. Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.
Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:
I don’t know who any of these folks are.
They were tourists I presume.
But I heard most of what everything they said. A few
lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the
photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he
couldn’t take his eyes off the body.
"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."
There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some
broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older
white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.
The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove
their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids,
honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”
One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But
as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle
around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.
There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”
"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’
I’m just gonna keep reblogging this because this is truly how white
America works. Like people have their weddings on plantations, Blackface
was and still is a major source of entertainment and the biggest movie
of all time was Gone With the Wind. White America will kill Black people
and then smile and laugh and enjoy their day it sickens me that we’re
treated this way.