The new Oddisee video for his single “I Grew Up” off his latest album, Iceberg, is a simple animated illustration of the beautiful idea and complicated reality of America. A place of slaves and immigrants, telling the world to: Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Oddisee’s character sketches are intentionally skeletal. They’re archetypes that, through the usage of time, cultivate into juxtaposing views. A system built on white supremacy can’t do anything else, …
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“But Florida dawgs, Orlando? I had that shit on lock for three years… three years. The only reason why I got touched was because of this white dude, Jamie. When you selling to white dudes, they ain’t grinding, they gonna shoot that shit. For two years dude was buying from me like clockwork, two or three g’s worth of heroin a week. When he got caught, all that nigga had to do was call me. I would have had his …
Confederate Statue, Lake Eola, Orlando, Florida 
Confederate Statue, Lake Eola, Orlando, Florida 
Confederate Statue, Lake Eola, Orlando, Florida 
Confederate Statue, Lake Eola, Orlando, Florida 
Confederate Statue, Lake Eola, Orlando, Florida 
Confederate Statue, Lake Eola, Orlando, Florida 
Confederate Statue, Lake Eola, Orlando, Florida
Blacks built America’s infrastructure and economy. Nothing will change that fact. Leave them statues alone. They are evidence of how the “victors” intended history to be written. I don’t want to forget that, and I don’t want my child to either. Reproach their significance. The real battleground is our children’s schools. They need to know that the face of horror, which is generally associated with blackness, actually exists in our forefathers. The Amy’s and John’s of America need their perceptions …
“You shut the fuck up and wait,” Tom said, pointing his finger at the driver honking at him from behind. Tom was a big-bellied fat man. A pistol and a pocketknife hung from his waist. Framed by ditches on both sides, Tom and Pops talked from their trucks, blocking the narrow two-lane road. In the back of our van, my middle brother Peter and I were sitting on tomato boxes. “Geeze,” Pete whispered, putting his head between his legs. “The …
The 2016 Presidential Campaign, the murders of unarmed black men and woman, and the rise of white supremacy have turned me into my wife’s interpreter for making sense of what’s going on over there. She’s a lot more aware than I give her credit for, but I try to ease her anxiety about living in the states. “White people crazy as hell,” I blurt out. It’s the only thing I know how to say. It’s what I heard my southern …
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