Jonathan De Camps is a freelance photographer and filmmaker based in Miami, Florida. Born in San Juan, Puerto Rico to Dominican parents in November 1983, and raised in the Dominican Republic since a very young age. Jonathan's...
Remember we're all one and need to begin to live in unison with less friction so there's no need for police and politician all we need is love as our religion uniting all Muslims, Jews, Buddhist, Hindus, and Christian African, Asian, Hispanic and Caucasian.
All united as one we're not quitting untilthe job is done until we are all living together having fun all utilizing our skills and talents for one mission to live in a new position were there's no more competition
Peace, love and unity is the message and the vision so please turn off your your tel lie vision tune inside yourself and begin to listen remember you are GOD in the flesh that has now risen whether you're Muslim, Jew, Buddhist, Hindu or Christian
We burned so hot in 1980 we all stopped screaming.
The pain The burn Felt good.
That year five Miami cops were acquitted In another jurisdiction Of killing Arthur McDuffie.
In 1980 we burned.
Arthur McDuffie A black insurance salesman Arthur McDuffie A former Marine Arthur McDuffie Driving a motorbike through a desolate overpass after midnight in Overtown. Overtown Miami U S A.
In 1980 nobody dreamed of pulling out their phones and recording their daily atrocities in Overtown or Liberty City, or Vietnam that grungy Cuban hood next to 1-95 in little Havana.
Like Reagan to AIDS, we all looked the other way.
But rage won't subside When evidence of a blood-lust beating, bare fisted and starring a Billy club smashed between McDuffie's eyes, comes to light.
Despite the proof The mound of flesh The wounds that bled through the cover story, There was no crime. The law enforcers were acquitted. They enforced the law of their land repugnant and righteous as it was in the face of injustice. The officers beamed never sweating the possibility they'd be punished.
The fires. The uprising. The innocents and the unhinged Dead or wounded at the crossroads of my first real taste of police injustice. Miami burned. Brutality burned. So long ago. So long ago."