I’d like to make this platform one that we can share. There is not a widespread reach here. It’s mostly not escaped my own circle. My own community. But I know that if we keep up the work that we’re doing here, it has the capability. If you can get me in touch with people
Everything that you’re about to read is directly from U.S. Press Freedom Tracker @uspresstracker “OUR LATEST DATA AS OF 9:30PM ET JUNE 4 *300+ total press freedom incidents* 49+ arrests 192 assaults (160 by police) 42 equipment/newsroom damage Assault category breakdown: 69 physical attacks (43 by cops) 43 tear gassings 24 pepper sprayings 77 rubber
You think things are going back to normal. You wake up and brush your teeth. Take a shower. Start coffee. Then sit on your couch. Get on your phone. Scroll through Twitter. Post by post, And remember in horror that everything is shit. You remember that you’re neck hurts from the nights sleep. You remember
When countless people around the globe start to rally for a cause because it hasn’t been fixed at home is how you know they are not what they so often claim to be. They are not the greatest country in the world. They are children wearing suits and ties, and bullet proof vests. They are
If You Want To Be An Ally You Have To Do More Than Post A Black Square. Educate Yourself. Some Places To Research and Donate George Floyd Memorial Fund Reclaim the Block Minnesota Freedom Fund Campaign Zero Unicorn Riot Black Visions Collective Know Your Rights Campaign Communities United Against Police Brutality American Civil Liberties To
An Update On Yesterday’s Blog: The Black Lives Matter peaceful protest, that was set for the streets of Traverse City this coming Saturday, has been canceled. After numerous threats to the hosts of this event online, they decided to make the hard call. I happen to have a few screenshots of the words that were
There’s a Black Lives Matter protest at the State Theatre in a week from today. Saturday, June 6, 2020. Starting at noon on Front Street. I’m not the one organizing this event, but you can bet your ass that I’ll be there, and I’ll be documenting. I won’t share your face if you don’t want
God, what do I even say today. After everything that’s been going on. What could I say that hasn’t been said by people more intelligent than me. By people more well-versed than I am. People that have more right to talk about it than I do. I’m twenty-one, working on a college degree, living in
rose pink pedals scattered along/empty streets becoming full againcoffee cups in trash cans/where it should be recycling binsfootsteps echoing the sidewalks/car mufflers making too much noisetakeout as a salvation/hiding behind windshields by the wavespicnics by the water/restaurants being a scarea heartbeat grows loud/with rightful unrest . . . Micah Mabey
There’s something to say about having some potted little plant children sitting around your space. Something to give your attention to while you don’t have the great Public to keep you entertained. Inside in the safety of your home, keeping you company on even these rainy days that cloud your vision, are those small green
I can’t explain it. I don’t know how it happened. But I’m fully disappointed in myself. Yesterday was May 27th, 2020. It was the first day in seventy days of quarantine that I didn’t upload a blog post. The only other day that I haven’t written one was all the way back at the beginning,
I won’t use this platform to complain about the sun’s heat. Her beautiful rays of light shine with such beauty that we can hardly comprehend it. Though, I wouldn’t mind a large plot of shade during the mid-afternoon illumination that is beginning to happen every day. Noon to four right now. Those are the Hot
