Development Drowned and Reborn
GEOGRAPHIES OF JUSTICE AND SOCIAL TRANSFORMATION
SERIES EDITORS
Nik Heynen, University of Georgia
Mathew Coleman, Ohio State University
Sapana Doshi, University of Arizona
ADVISORY BOARD
Deborah Cowen, University of Toronto
Zeynep Gambetti, Bogazii University
Geoff Mann, Simon Fraser University
James McCarthy, Clark University
Beverly Mullings, Queens University
Harvey Neo, National University of Singapore
Geraldine Pratt, University of British Columbia
Ananya Roy, University of California, Berkeley
Michael Watts, University of California, Berkeley
Ruth Wilson Gilmore, CUNY Graduate Center
Jamie Winders, Syracuse University
Melissa W. Wright, Pennsylvania State University
Brenda S. A. Yeoh, National University of Singapore
We Made It
SUNNI PATTERSON
Im from a stock that pitch cocktail bombs and hand grenades
We pour cayenne pepper around the perimeter of a building to keep the police dogs at bay
Im the Panther Party in the Desire Housing Projects of New Orleans
Im a nigga turning the gun on the national guards
Take a long, long look!
Im a cook in the kitchen asking the misses to taste the dinner
Take a long, long sip!
Cause Death aint always this good
Its eyes popping out their sockets
Its a lifeless body rocking backwards and forwards
Its a boy stabbed 47 times in front of the church-house
Its a man 43 years old stuffing his penis in a 9 year old girls mouth ...
Nah, Death dont always taste good!
Just dont sound like something I wanna eat
Often, I hear them say it was a train came through the room
Left Mama so depressed she was unable to move
Until one day ...
It was a few months after the Hurricane
Husband and child found the trinity bloody in bed
His wife, his son, his other daughterDEAD!
And on the end table there was a letter that read ... it said,
I couldnt stay here ... not for one minute longer, and it made no sense for me to leave here alone, cause who would take care of my babies with their mama gone?
Im telling you ... Death aint always good
Itll leave you fending for water and food
Itll riddle up your body in an Audubon Ballroom
Theyll El Hajj Malik El Shabazz you
Crown you King, and then dethrone you in a Lorraine Hotel
Theyll disfigure your body where folk cant tell if you Emmett Till or not
Tell them, Mama, Keep that casket open!
Let all the world see, it aint just burning in Mississippi
Hell is hot wherever you be
From the rooftop to the cell block
Step on up to the auction block
And bend over
Touch your toes
Show your teeth
Lift her titties
Examine his balls
Now, this damn near sounds like a hip hop song
But its slavery at its peak!
Its a circus for all the freaks
Theyll warn you caution when you speak
Cant afford the truth to leak.
But well say blessed are the meek
And all the ones who make peace
And all the ones who are persecuted for the sake of righteousness
For theirs is the Kingdom
Earth is their inheritance
So, no matter how treacherous ...
Theyll try to trap us in them trenches
Theyll dig deeper ditches, but all that matters is this:
Which side will we pick?
Which path will we choose?
Its either win or lose
Cause death dont come in vain.
Not for us to remain enslaved
Or our spirits to remain in cages
It comes so we might be courageous
To fulfill our obligation to our God and all creation
To stand in determination, able to look Death straight in the face and say ...
We made it!
We made it!
We made it!
We made it!