Today is one.
I entered the space to Yasser Musa's LAB entry, the tenth, if we are counting, in a mere 5 days.
The door was locked, but I could hear the strains of that song. It was walking toward a ceremony.
This is church, on the best day.
You take off your hat, you wash your face, you bow your head.
When I entered, I saw Kareem Clarke's young fresh face, lit by a track light. At the end of a reel of print paper.
All the words that will not be written....
After the full stop which was his murder.
But all around him, art. Free art. First copies of Amandala newspapers. Infants of the Amandala prints of today.
Books. Free books.
Offered by the artist.
This is his piece FEED.READ.
All that is urgent, is that we support the causes Kareem Clarke fought for, that children read and that children are fed.
Everything collected and donated to FEED.READ. will be donated to St. Joseph Primary School in memory of Kareem Clarke.
Maasti Hanal! There must be more than food.