Remember? - FREE Download by faada published on 2010/10/06 13:20:28 +0000 Spoonface poem in memory of Cynthia Jarrett RIP. On 5 October 1985 a young black man, Floyd Jarrett, was arrested by police, having been stopped in a vehicle with an allegedly suspicious tax disc. Four police officers searched his home. In a disturbance between police and family members, his 49-year-old mother, Cynthia Jarrett, fell over and died almost instantly. The local council leader at the time, Bernie Grant, later condemned the search and urged the local police chiefs to resign immediately as their behaviour had been "out of control". Cynthia Jarrett's death sparked outrage from members of the black community leading from peaceful protest to rioting. There was a belief in the black community that the police were racist. A black woman, Cherry Groce, had been shot by police a week earlier in Brixton. Four years earlier the Scarman Report into an earlier riot in Brixton criticised police. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broadwater_Farm_riot FREE Download Remember - Written By Elroy 'Spoonface' Powell © 2010 FAADA LTD After the last sip is swallowed past each hollow and stinging tonsil and the enflamed brow wet with sweat is tissue beaten like the flesh of our ancestors beaten. After the speaker mesh has been visited by the last guest syllable music played is spun and rung past the dial of the highest decibel and goat and fish and chicken has bleated, escovitched and dutch pot depleted and rub is dubbed and hands done clap and flesh done rub and clap and mouths done rub and clap and pockets done rub and rinse crisp and dry and tears fall from frowns to smiles from laugh to cry and back again twice and again until bodies are weak and fire-filled souls become meek and fling-foot goes from hard-step to tip-toe and from leap to cotch and seat and drowsy sleep, we must remember. The journey stepped by those before us that fought and cried and lived and tried and despaired and stood firm and stepped and kept stepping still stepping through our stepping, we must remember. The warrior charge not of soldiers, sold-diers but souls filled with Jah, souljah's that could and did withstand the force of unkind boulders and borders and broken orders in order to stand firm and keep stepping and through us keep stepping, we must remember. And ask, as imperfect as we are, if at least we try to revisit the path that was paved with the mightiest of paving stone forged of love not flesh and bone or lead or cologne or steel or patrone, we must remember. And, tell them and them and them untll the very end becomes the start again, that without they like mrs J there is no us and all the fuss we make about unnecessary stuff would not be a minus or a plus would just not be c or d for documentary get make about youts in the streets or for powerful inner peace, we must celebrate the often unelevated celebrity in our community reach and ensure we pass and give and act and speak and hope we can love and listen and teach, we must remember.