Afro Beats Quotes

Even she hair itself rough and wiry; long black knotty locks springing from she scalp and corkscrewing all the way down she back... The only thing soft about Tan-Tan is she big molasses-brown eyes that could look on you, and your heart would beat time...

At Snortin' Reformatory, a notorious Washington, D.C. jail located in the northern Virginia suburbs, The Afro-Anarchists were being thrown into a cell. It was a situation that the three of them, like many young black males in the D.C. area, had long ago come to expect as a rite of passage. As the door slammed shut behind them, Bucktooth spoke. "Man, Phosphate, they didn't read us our rights or nothin'." "Yeah, Phos,” Fontaine chimed in, "I didn't think they had to beat us, neither. And whoever heard of being charged with singing too loud and off-key in a public establishment? I don't believe there is no kind of law for that shit.

god bless the talker that know how to jelly roll, can call them to be baptized in your syrup and sweat. go-go cover your soul leave all funktified and without regrets. go-go, you-you, d.c.’s afro-beat, blues boo. go-go, grab Gabriel hit ’em over the head with his harp. go-go, chuck Joshua. the best horns are all vanity ’til go-go, blow ’em back. djembe voiced and voodooed go-go, gather in your prayers, liftin’ your legs in pure elegance.

One victim, Harrison F. Finley, was a World War II veteran and the father of two young children. He was shot to death in front of his own parents while being arrested on charges of “resisting arrest” and “disorderly conduct.” (The former was suspiciously common in cases where the police shot or beat someone; the latter was described by the Afro as “a catch-all charge that covers practically everything from talking loud to necking.”75) The