If you know your history / then you would know / where you coming from / then you wouldn't have to ask me / who the heck do I think I am...
Bob Marley, "Buffalo Soldier"
Here is a poem by BAR's resident poet Raymond Nat Turner. Note how the art installment picks up pace and intensity like a Langston Hughes dream too long deferred. In your face, mofo.
And the poet's name partly comes to us from the slavery rebeller by any means necessary (before Malcolm), Nat Turner.