At last night’s event me and @Barbd_Wyre talked about Ferguson, New Jim Crow, anti blackness, intersectionality and #DanielHoltzclaw.

So much unpacking needed to be done to truly discuss the murder of a black teen by a cop.

You can’t talk about the death of Mike Brown without talking about the militarized police response to protestors.

You can’t talk about the death of Mike Brown without talking about the devaluation of black life and the culture of anti blackness.

You can’t talk about the death of Mike Brown without talking about racism: structural, institutional overt or subtle racism. It’s there.

I’ll be visiting more schools soon to speak. If you attend a college in the tri state and want me to come or help organize a forum. Contact me @zellieimani or email zellie.Imani at gmail


Just because the news stopped covering it doesn’t mean these problems went away…

Thank You, Abuelito

This is goodbye?
Well, I, um, I…
This *is* goodbye?
Nnnnooo. No, we’ll see each other again.
We’ll see each other again?
Yes. We’ll see each other again.
Yes, in the forest. And in the trees.


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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.’

sidewall →

I’m doing a mural this November for sidewall project in Pittsburgh. Stay tuned for work-in-progress pictures. Some things I’ve been thinking about that will most likely make it into the final piece: How we’re all connected even if we don’t acknowledge it, Edouard Glissant’s archipelagic thinking, and rhizomatic social structures.