Whose Streets?
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The whole scenery's finna change.
Wait, so where we at right now?
- We're going to the Northside.
- Northside...
So, you finna go into, um...
We finna pass into the three poorest,
three out of the five poorest zip codes
in the state of Missouri.
And they all touch each other.
Ain't that magic.
Two of the worst high
school, middle school,
and elementary schools all
come out of these zip codes.
We are straight up raising
children that cannot read.
You know, like that's really f***ed up.
Then you be like damn, who gonna help
the kids at home with the homework?
Parents can't read the
sh*t, you can't read it.
That sh*t is directly
rooted back to slavery.
Like you can't read, you a slave.
You know, and the cycle continues.
I don't think people... I love
to tell people from out of town,
St. Louis is, I don't
know what year it is...
It's not 2014.
...but it's not 2014.
Twenty-one, put me on at Canfield
with two and send me another car.
Are there any available Ferguson
units who can respond to
Canfield and Copper Creek, advise?
Twenty-five out...
going down Canfield.
Get us several more units over
here there's going to be a problem.
man in front of my apartment.
He was unarmed.
He had his arms in the
air, and they shot him
ten times, at least.
Right before Mike got shot, I
uh, me, my lady, and my kids.
I was on the bus just coming from church.
me. I was actually at home.
August 9th, I was working.
They got machine guns out.
I see that big boy right there.
I was running errands.
And I think I was kayaking.
I used to work at a furniture store.
On August 9th, I was
probably wearing this shirt.
They aren't telling me anything.
They haven't told me anything.
They wouldn't even let me identify my son.
The only way I knew it was my
son was from people out here
showing my his picture on they phones.
That's how I learned about him.
I was able to look on their phone
and say, yeah, that's my son.
I'm so sorry.
Laying in the street for hours.
Hours.
Settle down? That motherf***er
shot my baby eight times.
Settle down?
They left him out there
for four and a half hours.
I automatically started
thinking of a lynching.
In all honesty, I was scared
and I didn't want to go outside.
This sh*t crazy.
This sh*t crazy.
This sh*t crazy.
The body was covered up
right there in the street.
That camera that's
that wasn't right there,
they just put that one up
the side of this building
and they took that camera down.
That's what I'm saying like,
there was a camera out here
that saw that whole thing
and they took that sh*t down.
When they actually came out
here to start touching the body,
man, they had these folks with big
white sheets blocking the whole...
nobody couldn't see nothing.
Nobody couldn't see nothing.
They blocked everybody
view from being seen,
from seeing anything.
No answers, we got no answers,
we all was treated like
criminals so we all upset.
Ain't nobody was going nowhere.
So that night, you know, you
could see the fear, you know,
Put your hands up.
Put your hands up. Put your hands up.
Put your hands up. Put your hands up.
Put your hands up. Put your hands up.
Put your hands up. Put your hands up.
That fear, man, it went
right into the police.
It was like everybody was
yelling at the same time.
That wasn't no chant, man. That was just like,
that was like, that was beautiful, man.
When I seen that though, I was
like, man, we got to make sure
like, we keep that, you know, energy alive.
Come on son. Come on,
sit down and get a break.
- You want to draw...
- Come on, sit down.
You want to draw something?
Ah, Byron, stop biting the table.
This going to be my fighter
right here. Come here.
Come on. Come on.
Fight.
You don't want to fight
me? Come on, let's fight.
Hit me.
Get him, Byron, get him.
He going to be my little
fighter though. For sure.
- Give me five.
- Pow. Bam, bam, bam.
Bam!
We gon' let them know that we are one.
Enough is enough.
We are one.
We are one.
We are one! We are one!
Say it louder.
- We are one.
Say it louder.
- We are one.
Say it louder.
- We are one.
Say it louder.
- We are one.
Say it louder.
- We are one.
Say it louder.
- We are one.
Say it louder.
- We are one.
I mean, we lost another good brother.
I heard he was starting school on Monday,
I mean, going to college.
This ain't right, man.
We just, we gotta show, we gotta
show our love out here. We got to.
We are one.
We want justice for Mike Mike, Big
Mike, Michael Brown. Y'all hear me?
He got stopped walking,
the same way I got stopped.
From the time I was in junior high.
That was my first experience.
I was 13 years old.
And that dude was walking
down the street doing nothing.
They say he tried to yank away from him.
They shot him one time,
that's a warning shot.
Other than that, no need to shoot no more.
He put his hands up 'cause he
felt he had no other chance.
He was gonna get shot if he kept running.
I want everybody to put their hands
up. This the way we'll be all day long.
- Put your hands all the way up.
- Put your hands up!
I want your hands all the way up
because this how he was when he got shot.
- Yeah!
- When he got assassinated.
When he got executed.
This how he was. So, we
gotta do it like this.
Let's keep it real. Okay?
The police department wanna come
out here and cover up something
that one of their law
enforcements did, man.
Then you come out here and you
wanna sic the dogs on us, you know.
It's time for us to unite, man.
Say it loud! I'm black and I'm proud.
- Say it loud!
- I'm black and I'm proud.
- Say it loud!
- I'm black and I'm proud.
- Say it loud!
- I'm black and I'm proud.
- Say it loud!
- I'm black and I'm proud.
- Say it loud!
- I'm black and I'm proud.
- Say it loud!
- I'm black and I'm proud.
- Say it loud!
- I'm black and I'm proud.
- Say it loud!
- I'm black and I'm proud.
- Say it loud!
- I'm black and I'm proud.
- No justice.
- No peace.
- No justice.
- No peace.
- No justice.
- No peace.
Protest. They got the police out here.
We tax paying citizens,
they bring out f***ing K-9s.
- Y'all supposed to protect and serve, not kill.
- No fear.
Keep going. No fear.
Keep going. Hands up brother. Hands up.
We want answers.
We want answers. We want answers.
You know, we not just here
just to be ranting and raving.
We want to talk about this issue.
Remember, y'all stood for this.
You, you, you, you. Y'all stood for this.
I don't want y'all killing my child
because she walked out the door,
y'all having a bad day, "Move
out the way, motherf***er."
The constant denial of our humanity
by not even looking us in the eye.
You killed a boy, you
have to answer for that.
You don't just get to
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