assata shakur

  • How I Met Assata

    Drowning in a reservoir of acute unconsciousness I searched for a lifeline, a paradigm of freedom And saw her face on a book in a window. I made it a crusade to get the funds Necessary to purchase the book And after reading the first page Something inside me said fuck being forlorn: FIGHT! And…

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  • The below quote is taken from the chapter, Framing the Panther – Assata Shakur and Black Female Agency by Joy James   [Assata Shakur’s] eulogy for Safiya Bukhari, given in Havana on August 29, 2003, is haunting. Bukhari collapsed hours after she buried her own mother-the grandmother who raised Safiya Bukhari’s young daughter the day…

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