Not too long ago I read the autobiography Kaffir Boy by Mark Mathabane. Its about the author growing up in apartheid Alexandra, South Africa. The Arabic word kaffir is South Africa’s equivalent to nigger. The book begins in the mid 1960’s. South Africa’s regime is like the United States government after reconstruction. Blacks are always in fear of disappearing or committing suicide under police custody. The apartheid regime raid poor black townships asking people to show their “pass,” which during American …
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Some time last year in the month of July, I gave the TMG website a facelift and in the process, I lost an archive of content. For a minute I’ve been procrastinating on reposting old features. “The Hostile Apostle, featuring artist, Peter Adamyan,” “One-Legged Pedestal,” “Luigi Serafini’s Codex Seraphinianus,” “Fun Facts: The Federal Government Shut-Down of October 2013,” and the “Madame Tutli-Putli” film review were dug out of an old hard drive. I’ll be posting more of TMG’s past, along …
SMM installation 
“Blood of Christ” wine. Photo by Eddie Colla 
“Holy War,” photo by Eddie Colla 
“Blackface Barbie Minstrel Show” by Peter Adamyan 
“Preachers Gotta Preach” 
Black is Beautiful 
“Walt Visits Sodom and Gomorrah” 
“Sometimes Celibacy Isn’t Enough”
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Pages from Codex Seraphinianus 
Pages from Codex Seraphinianus 
Pages from Codex Seraphinianus 
Pages from Codex Seraphinianus 
Pages from Codex Seraphinianus 
Pages from Codex Seraphinianus 
Codex Seraphinianus is a 400-page book written in an imaginary language accompanied by illustrations that seem to be of a remixed earth. Italian artist and former architect, Luigi Serafini made the book as an attempt to get out of the art gallery scene .The pen-and-ink and colored-pencil images seem self-explanatory. There’s a white mountainous car with melting tires covered in ants. A seed grows to become a tree-chair. A deer head emerges out of a flowerpot. The impersonating text is handwritten …
