I think he went by Docta Gel
Last Saturday we joined a larger, longer march from 135th Street and St Nicholas Avenue across 135th Street and down Malcolm X Blvd, twisting a little bit to wind up at Frederick Douglass Circle. At the opening rally we heard spine-chilling stories from a couple of mothers of their experiences: one had called for help for her sick son only to see the responding police kill him; another was the mother of one of the Central Park Five who was incarcerated at 15 for 7 years for the rape of the Central Park jogger and was released as a registered sex offender. The horrors her family endured for decades before the actual perpetrator came forward are unimaginable. (Click any image to see them all enlarged.)
Courting doesn’t mean unmasking.
Along the route up Frederick Douglass Blvd on Friday groups of people watched, cheered, put up their fists and took pictures.
Friday we joined a march for white allies to learn to be better allies, led by professor La’Tesha Sampson from the Frederick Douglass statue at 110th Street up to the Harriet Tubman statue on 121st Street in Harlem