Found Images: sustainable community design illustration superimposed upon former Cabrini Green site.
I experience a visceral reaction in my gut as I pass by the new Target store built upon the site of the former Cabrini Green housing project. I love Target. I get so much satisfaction browsing those spacious, neatly stocked aisles covered in red polka dots, filled with alluring items I regularly convince myself are my life’s necessities. It’s almost as though my conscious mind becomes brainwashed upon entering the store, and the problematic nature of “Made in Vietnam” tags do not influence my willingness to make a purchase. However this new Target is different. This Target I refuse to enter. This Target sparks my imagination of what this site coulda been. If residents were considered privileged community stakeholders, Cabrini Green might have offered affordable housing and included communal establishments such as the Cabrini Freedom School, The Cabrini Peoples Law Office, The Museum of the African Diaspora, The Center for Transformative and Restorative Justice, The Cabrini Center for Youth Advancement, The Cabrini Community Garden, The Cabrini Senior Center, The Cabrini Technology Education Center, The Cabrini Community Food Coop, The Cabrini Public Library, The Cabrini Center of Continuing Education, The Cabrini Center for Medicine and Wellness… This coulda been a site filled with public art, fountains, gardens, a movie theater, independent shopping establishments, sport and exercise facilities; all powered by solar and sustainable energy sources. In a world without prisons, this is what Cabrini Green coulda been. In a world of consumed by a prison industrial complex contingent upon the restriction of fundamental human and community resources, this site is now a Target. This time, I refuse to enter.
Very powerful. Need more of this. Shut down ALL prisons - including fields of exploitation in factories and cheap labor.
One year / Seven months.
I keep forgetting to take a picture of my hair every month to track my progress. Eventually my hair stopped becoming the only thing I could control in my life. After losing a wonderful relationship with my mother succumbing to alcoholism, being jobless for 2 months, and feeling stuck without the structure of school to keep me motivated, my locs became one thing I knew no one could take away from me without my permission. And I was so proud of that. But one day, I just stopped being so wrapped up in their growth and, well, here I am, 6 months later talking a selfie.
My Blackness is NOT for Sale
All auction blocks are hereby suspended until further notice.