August 22 + 23 | Roulette | Brooklyn

Category: Zine

Huge and heartfelt thanks to the following organizations that joined us after performances–please help support their work and get involved however you are able.

TRANSWOMEN OF COLOR COLLECTIVE
Facebook @twocc.us
Twitter @TWOCCNYC

ANTI-VIOLENCE PROJECT NYC
Twitter @antiviolence
Instagram @antiviolence

OPENING ACT
Facebook @OpeningActNY
Twitter @OpeningActNY
Instagram @OpeningActNY

THE GATHERING FOR JUSTICE/JUSTICE LEAGUE NYC
Facebook @JusticeLeagueNYC
Twitter @NYjusticeleague
Instagram @nyjusticeleague

ELDERS SHARE THE ARTS
Facebook @EldersSharetheArts
Twitter @elderarts
Instagram @EldersShareTheArts

MAKE THE ROAD NEW YORK
Facebook @MakeTheRoadNewYork
Twitter @MaketheRoadNY
Instagram @MaketheRoadNY

RISE AND ROOT FARM
Visit: 168 Meadow Ave Chester, New York 10918 (book ahead)
Facebook @RiseandRootFarm
Twitter @risesandrootfarm 
Instagram @risesndrootfarm

REVEREND BILLY + THE STOP SHOPPING CHOIR
Facebook @revbilly
Twitter @revbillytalen

EDUCATED LITTLE MONSTERS
Facebook @elmyouthgroup
Twitter @elmyouthgroup

#Song4Dessert – “Keep Your Eyes on the Prize

Lyrics by Dragonfly and Reverend Billy & the Stop Shopping Choir

Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on

I know the one thing we did right
Was the day we started to fight
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on

Lonely chains that we can stand
Are the chains of hand in hand
Hold on hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on hold on
Down in Charleston, nine would slave
As they welcome and they praise
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on
When there’s white supremacy
We cannot live in dignity
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on

Eric Garner could not breathe
Now they’re taking it to the streets
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on hold on
Tamir Rice was a little boy
They shot him cold ’cause he had a toy
Keep your eyes on the prize
hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on

Eleanor Bumpur and Pearly Golden
They killed young and they killed old
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on
When they killed Aiyana Jones
The child was sleeping in her home
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on

Got my hand on the freedom plough
Wouldn’t take nothing for my journey now
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on
I know the one thing we did wrong
Was stay in the wilderness far too long
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on

Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on

Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on
Keep your eyes on the prize
Hold on, hold on

#Speech4Breakfast Day 14 – bell hooks

bell hooks – Speech at the International Women’s Convocation

Read by Jessica Almasy

*We recognize that no figure, group, or movement is without complexity. In highlighting each of these speeches, we seek to honor first and foremost the act of speaking truth to power.

A couple of years ago my sister—one of my five sisters—died unexpectedly. She was 62 years old We were all just shocked. She seemed very well. I had seen her and had good times. But she fell and when she went to the doctor it turned out she had lung cancer. On the way here, I was reading some information from the Lung Cancer Foundation and found out lung cancer kills more women than breast, ovarian, and uterine cancer combined. I was stunned by that. And I knew that lung cancer has been a very leading cause of death for many black women.     Read More

#Speech4Breakfast – Day 13

Elie Wiesel – Nobel Peace Prize acceptance speech 

Read by Shamiea Thompson-Ferguson

*We recognize that no figure, group, or movement is without complexity. In highlighting each of these speeches, we seek to honor first and foremost the act of speaking truth to power.

It is with a profound sense of humility that I accept the honor you have chosen to bestow upon me. I know: your choice transcends me. This both frightens and pleases me.

It frightens me because I wonder: do I have the right to represent the multitudes who have perished? Do I have the right to accept this great honor on their behalf? … I do not. That would be presumptuous. No one may speak for the dead, no one may interpret their mutilated dreams and visions. Read More