“We call ourselves underground street reporters. We just tell it how we see it, nothing more nothing less.” – Ice Cube
In 1989, journalist David Mills interviewed Ice Cube, a member of the Compton, California gangsta rap group, N.W.A. Ice Cube described N.W.A. as street reporters distributing information without it being reframed by the white media first.
He explained how experiencing violence made poetry and gangsta rap “underground street” journalism. The expressions became a means of reporting on the Black experience in America.
In other words, poetry is journalism. Poets are underground street reporters.
Malcolm X is quoted as having said, “The media’s the most powerful entity on earth. They have the power to make the innocent guilty and make the guilty innocent, and that’s power.”
N.W.A. did not cipher their words through white media outlets. Instead, they used original rap lyrics to report “how we see it” uncut.
Like N.W.A., I use poetry to report on the Black experience in South Phoenix.
The city calls it urban revitalization. The community calls it gentrification. I call it colonization.
Photographer Maria Nancy Thomas started the project “I am South Phoenix.” Documenting and preserving South Phoenix lives and history in images and audio recordings: Community for our memories. Landmarks for our spaces. Voices of our families recorded and archived for our children.
For Sale signs grow like weeds around South Phoenix’s new gated communities. Raising property taxes to a rate people already here cannot afford to pay.
People of color already here so long their roots date back to when that thick red line was drawn at Van Buren Street to keep Black and Brown families living segregated south of them.
Get involved
• Join community groups such that advocate for equality in South Phoenix: reframephx.org; masslibaz.org
• Attend art events that are inclusive of artists of color: Art d’Core Exhibition produced by the Artlink Artist Council.
• Support community gardens: tigermountainfoundation.org; spacesofopportunity.org
• Check out Arizona Black media: desertsoulmedia.org; phxsoul.com
• Support Black-owned businesses and spaces for activism, education and economic development like Grassrootz Bookstore, which will host a gathering for remembrance and art, including a reading by Rashaad Thomas: grassrootzbookstore.com
• Volunteer to serve on the village planning committee for South Phoenix and see agendas for upcoming actions here or email SouthMountainVPC@phoenix.gov
• Speak at village planning meetings: Meets the second Tuesday of the month. Citing social-distancing guidelines, Phoenix officials are still restricting access for residents to attend these public meetings in person. For questions about accessing meetings online or providing public comment: 602-261-8771 or elias.valencia@phoenix.gov.
Their gates perpetuate segregation, like borders between the United States and Mexico, fences between South Phoenix and the suburbs.
Jim Crow still has a hand in Phoenix urban planning.
Jump Jim Crow. Jump.
A Crow is still attempting to erase our history. Changing our community’s name from South Phoenix to South Mountain so they can market it as safe for white millennials.
Phoenix history tells stories of how Black and Brown people were forced to live below Van Buren under the shadow of the mountain. Then their highways, railroads, light rail tracks, industrial parks, airplanes, over-policing and pollution continued to separate humans. People of color from white people.
Black and Brown faces of South Phoenix are being replaced by white faces.
Why poetry? Why now? Ask us underground street reporters.
Phoenix Don’t Love Them
A sacred mountain dances
with dawn on the horizon.
A yellow bus hollers
red lights, awaiting
trailer park children
living next to a metal
scrap flower garden.
I cry my daughter’s
dolls laughter recycles
fire engine sing
acid rain lapping
our drinking water.
The City murders
our babies
breath zip locked in
a safe haven’s out-
house dumpster. Two
stomach, toilets cannot
swallow guns. Yesterday,
I cried a father’s
16-year-old girl wearing
my daughters’ faces
found in a car
parked in mattress
alley. A bedroom
window misses a
14-year-old girl’s esophagus
wrapped in a bed
time story’s shrapnel.
The City pimp’s
to devils dying
crows white. Pigeons
lowers its pants
to defecate mystic
whispers tarring their veins.
The City plays pick up
sticks with our ancestors
and children’s bones.
I cried Madison’s
12th Ave. nylon tents
filled with outcasts
Listen, to the corner
crooning Sunday’s sermon
on Wednesday, under loud
helicopters and boogie monsters
shouting bullets into
a mother’s son
torso running.
I cried
Phoenix Don’t Love Them
I cried
“Boy, come on. It’s time to come in.”
“¡M’ijo! ¡Ven Aquí!”
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