#the orator

I would like to say Rest in Peace to Michael Brown, who will never get to see the next phase of his life. I would like to give all thoughts and prayers to the people who are out there peacefully protesting. I also give thoughts and prayers for the people who could not hold their anger in, because riots are only the language of the unheard.

We usually come on to Queen’s “Champion.” I’ve got to tell you today that no matter how much we do it, no matter how much we get shit together, shit comes along that kicks you on your ass so you don’t feel like a champion. Tonight, I got kicked on my ass when I listened to that prosecutor. I’m going to tell them: You motherfuckers got me today. I knew it was coming. I knew it when Eric Holder decided to resign. I knew it wasn’t going to be good. I’ve got to tell: You motherfuckers got me today. You kicked me on my ass today, because I have a twenty year old son, I have a twelve year old son, and I’m so afraid for them.

When I stood on the bus and I cried and I hugged my friend, and he came and he hugged me right there—I said: These motherfuckers got me today. When I stood in front of my wife and I hugged her, and I cried like a baby—I said: These motherfuckers got me today.

But with that say: You motherfuckers will not own tomorrow. We will not live in your fear, we will not accept your cages, we are not going to keep playing that race card because we know you don’t value my skin. We know you do value his, but you know what? We’re friends and nothing is going to devalue that… .

I can promise you today: If I die when I walk off this stage tomorrow, I’m going to let you know this. It is not about race. It is not about class. It is not about color. It is about what they killed him for.

It is about poverty. It is about greed. And it is about a war machine. It is about a war machine that uses you as a battery. I might go tomorrow. I might go the day after. But the one thing I want you to know: It is us against the motherfucking machine.

Killer Mike’sPre-showFerguson Grand Jury Speech

Valete inquam puero Michael Brown qui aetatem proximam gerere non potest, hominibus qui in turba congressi recusant quominus se per iram agant, qui quoque incensi ira violenter urbem turbant, cum turba sit verba neglectorum.

Quamvis saepe ineamus per Reginae “Victorem,” quanto laboremus, res publicas ducamus, tanto in humum deicimur ut videamur non victores. Hodie causa dicta deiectus sum. “Vos,” inquam, “cinaedi me hodie deiciunt.” Intellexi rem fore adversum cum Eric Holder munum deposuisset; intellexi rem fore peius. Mihi est opus dicere: Vos cinaedi me hodie deiciunt. Vos in humum me hodie deiciunt quod mihi est alter filius viginti annos natus, alter duodecim annos natus, et utrius iniurias tantas metuo.

Cum coram complectus amicum stabam qui etiam me complectebatur, “Isti,” inquam, “cinaedi me hodie deiciunt.” Cum pro coniungem stabam eam complectus lacrimis tantis effusis ut viderer infans, “Isti,” inquam, “cinaedi me hodie deiciunt.”

Sed etiam dicete vobis cinaedis crastinas res fore non secundas. Nolumus vos metuere, vestrum laqueos accipere, colorem corporum referre, quod vos nostra corpora non cara existimatis, et corpore illius caro, quid magnam vim habeat, ille est amicus mihi… .

Hodie polliceor me, etsi cras mortuus proscaenio exeam, haec admirmaturum: genus, ordinem pecuniarium, colorem nihil referre, sed solum reffere quid illum puerum interficiant.

Puerum interfecerunt pro paupertate, pro avaritia, pro rebus militaribus quibus opus est vires nostri. Si cras obeam, perendie obeam, hoc tamen debetis intellegere: nobis iniuriam esse semper certandam. Sic semper tyrannis.

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I say goodbye to the boy Michael Brown who is unable to bear the next phase of life, to the men who, having gathered in a crowd, refuse to conduct themselves in anger, and even those who, burning with rage, violently agitate the city, since a crowd is the words of the overlooked.

Although we often come on during Queen’s “Victor,” for as much as we work, as much as we lead public affairs, by that much we are knocked to the ground so that we do not seem like victors. Today after hearing the case I was knocked down. I said, “You motherfuckers knock me down today.” I understood that the matter would be regressive when Eric Holder resigned from office; I understood that the matter would be worse. For me there is need to say: You motherfuckers knock me down today. You knock me to the ground today because I have one son twenty-years old, another twelve years old, and I fear such great injuries against both.

When I was standing in public having embraced my friend who also was embracing me, I said, “Those motherfuckers knock me down today.” When I was standing before my wife having embraced her with such tears pouring out that I seemed like a child, I said “Those motherfuckers knock me down today.”

But also say that the affairs of tomorrow will not be favorable for you motherfuckers. We refuse to fear you, to accept your nooses, to refer to the color of our bodies, because you do not judge our bodies as valuable, and although his body is valuable, what holds the greatest power, he is a friend to me … .

Today I promise that, even if I go off this stage having died, I would affirm these things: tat tribe, monetary class, and color do not matter, but it only matters why they killed that boy.

They killed the boy for poverty, for greed, for military affairs that need our strength. If I die tomorrow, the day after, nevertheless you ought to understand this: that we must always combat injury. Thus always to tyrants.