13: Who Speaks for Me by Celita

From this week's episode:

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Resources:

Be The Bridge Organization (for racial reconciliation): https://beabridgebuilder.com/

Book: The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander

Documentary: 13th on Netflix

Book: Between the World and Me

Book: All Souls: A Family Story from Southie

Book: Just Mercy

Book: The Warmth of Other Suns

Documentary: Time: The Kalief Browder Story

Raise The Age

Planet Money Episode: Episode 654: When The Boats Arrive

Quote from the Planet Money Episode:

"GOLDSTEIN: Now, there is some debate about this. Some economists argue that in the short run, wages for low-skilled workers can fall when lots of low-skilled immigrants arrive. But on the bigger questions about immigration in the economy, economists pretty much agree. For most workers, immigration is not a problem. For most workers, immigrants do not drive down wages. They don't steal our jobs.

SMITH: And the reason for this is that there is not a fixed number of jobs in an economy. When a bunch of new people show up in a country, yes, they get jobs, but they also start buying stuff right away. They start getting haircuts and going to the grocery store. And that means there need to be more barbers and more grocers. That creates more jobs."

“Two hundred fifty years of slavery. Ninety years of Jim Crow. Sixty years of separate but equal. Thirty-five years of racist housing policy. Until we reckon with our compounding moral debts, America will never be whole.” The Case for Reparations

Who Speaks For Me

I’m the little girl in the iconic black and white photo

On my way to desegregate a school

Flanked by three US Marshals

My last name “Bridges” tells a tale

I’m still alive today and both the presidential candidates are older than I am

So…who speaks for me?

I was shopping in Walmart

No cart, browsing

Picked up a toy gun that hung at my side

When police showed up and gave no time to comply

You can still find the video of my shooting online

Who speaks for me?

I crashed my car and was shot by the person from whom I was seeking help

I crashed my car and was shot by the cop who was called by the person from whom I was seeking help

I was in the basement of a church praying – praying for lost souls and equality – praying against lost hope and brutality – praying for bridges when The Broken entered, head filled with lies that had been embedded over time, I silently knew it was my time to die and that I would join those who gathered in churches long before me, praying for equality, praying against brutality and hoping that there would be those who go along after me with the same heart for FREEdom – with same heart to feed them truth

Who speaks for me?

I was talking loudly – shot in the back of the head

I was playing music loudly – and ended up dead

I was in a routine traffic stop - I stopped traffic because my car stalled

I was walking wearing a hoody – I was playing with a bb gun when someone called

I was in police custody and I’ll never be heard from again

My spinal cord was severed

I couldn’t breathe out or in

WHO SPEAKS FOR ME???

Who’s willing to build a bridge

Who can extend themselves beyond themselves

To help someone else live

Who blows my horn?

Who says my name after I’m gone

Who tells the truth even when it hurts

And helps my family to carry on?

Who speaks for me?

I am a victim of the war on drugs

Which was really a war on my ability to hug my child at night

Or stand upright and look another man in the eye

Non violent possession has me facing 20 to life, three strikes

It's a cycle I can't break

Cuz when I get free back to life, back to reality, back to poverty

Back to survivor mentality and it's easier to get a bag of weed than a bag of leafy greens (food desert) and it feels better

I’m a refugee – my country war torn – out of war born – out of war formed – and is now in the phase of destruction necessary before having peace after the storm – but in the meantime I’m displaced and I’m getting the vibe that because my face does not look like the majority I’ll spend the majority of my time climbing mountains too high to climb alone until eventually I’m forced to leave and go “home”?

I was sleeping when the waters rose – when the levy broke and broke in my door – water pooled on the floor and pushed me to rooftops overhead – and overhead I heard the media helicopters but real help was delayed – in the U S of A aid seemed a million miles away

I am a Christ-follower, me

A believer in bodily resurrection

A believer in a God that can do anything

Who's bigger than everything

But with Him in us is if we do nothing

Then we lose opportunities

I need you to hear me

Then I need you to speak for me

Then I need us to come together as one and declare that something must be done b/c my politics can't be separated from the color of my skin & neither can my faith

Let's do what it takes

To tear down the walls and build bridges

WHO SPEAKS FOR ME???

Who’s willing to build a bridge

Who can extend themselves beyond themselves

To help someone else live

Who blows my horn?

Who says my name after I’m gone

Who tells the truth even when it hurts

And helps my family to carry on?

Who speaks for me?

Who’s willing to build a bridge

Who can extend themselves beyond themselves

To help someone else live

Who blows my horn?

Who says my name after I’m gone

Who tells the truth even when it hurts

And helps my family to carry on?

Who speaks for me?

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