Whose Streets?

The whole scenery's finna change.

Wait, so where we at right now?

- We're going to the Northside. - Northside...

So, you finna go into, um...

We finna pass into the three poorest,

three out of the five poorest zip codes

in the state of Missouri.

And they all touch each other.

Ain't that magic.

Two of the worst high school, middle school,

and elementary schools all come out of these zip codes.

We are straight up raising children that cannot read.

You know, like that's really fucked up.

Then you be like damn, who gonna help the kids at home with the homework?

Parents can't read the shit, you can't read it.

That shit is directly rooted back to slavery.

Like you can't read, you a slave.

You know, and the cycle continues.

I don't think people... I love to tell people from out of town,

St. Louis is, I don't know what year it is...

It's not 2014.

...but it's not 2014.

Twenty-one, put me on at Canfield with two and send me another car.

Are there any available Ferguson units who can respond to

Canfield and Copper Creek, advise?

Twenty-five out... going down Canfield.

Get us several more units over here there's going to be a problem.

Ferguson police just killed a man in front of my apartment.

He was unarmed.

He had his arms in the air, and they shot him

ten times, at least.

Right before Mike got shot, I was sitting inside the house,

uh, me, my lady, and my kids.

I was on the bus just coming from church.

It was a regular Saturday for me. I was actually at home.

August 9th, I was working.

They got machine guns out.

I see that big boy right there.

I was running errands.

And I think I was kayaking.

I used to work at a furniture store.

On August 9th, I was probably wearing this shirt.

They aren't telling me anything.

They haven't told me anything.

They wouldn't even let me identify my son.

The only way I knew it was my son was from people out here

showing my his picture on they phones.

That's how I learned about him. I was able to look on their phone

and say, yeah, that's my son.

I'm so sorry.

Laying in the street for hours.

Hours.

Settle down? That motherfucker shot my baby eight times.

Settle down?

They left him out there for four and a half hours.

I automatically started thinking of a lynching.

In all honesty, I was scared and I didn't want to go outside.

This shit crazy.

This shit crazy.

This shit crazy.

The body was covered up right there in the street.

That camera that's right up there right now,

that wasn't right there, they just put that one up

but there was a camera on the side of this building

and they took that camera down.

That's what I'm saying like, there was a camera out here

that saw that whole thing and they took that shit down.

When they actually came out here to start touching the body,

man, they had these folks with big white sheets blocking the whole...

nobody couldn't see nothing.

Nobody couldn't see nothing.

They blocked everybody view from being seen,

from seeing anything.

No answers, we got no answers,

we all was treated like criminals so we all upset.

Ain't nobody was going nowhere.

So that night, you know, you could see the fear, you know,

from the people leave them.

Put your hands up.

Put your hands up. Put your hands up.

Put your hands up. Put your hands up.

Put your hands up. Put your hands up.

Put your hands up. Put your hands up.

That fear, man, it went right into the police.

It was like everybody was yelling at the same time.

That wasn't no chant, man. That was just like, that was like, that was beautiful, man.

When I seen that though, I was like, man, we got to make sure

like, we keep that, you know, energy alive.

Come on son. Come on, sit down and get a break.

- You want to draw... - Come on, sit down.

You want to draw something?

Ah, Byron, stop biting the table.

This going to be my fighter right here. Come here.

Come on. Come on.

Fight.

You don't want to fight me? Come on, let's fight.

Hit me.

Get him, Byron, get him.

He going to be my little fighter though. For sure.

- Give me five. - Pow. Bam, bam, bam.

Bam!

We gon' let them know that we are one.

Enough is enough.

We are one.

We are one.

We are one! We are one!

Say it louder. - We are one.

Say it louder. - We are one.

Say it louder. - We are one.

Say it louder. - We are one.

Say it louder. - We are one.

Say it louder. - We are one.

Say it louder. - We are one.

I mean, we lost another good brother.

I heard he was starting school on Monday,

I mean, going to college. This ain't right, man.

We just, we gotta show, we gotta show our love out here. We got to.

We are one.

We want justice for Mike Mike, Big Mike, Michael Brown. Y'all hear me?

He got stopped walking, the same way I got stopped.

From the time I was in junior high.

That was my first experience. I was 13 years old.

And that dude was walking down the street doing nothing.

They say he tried to yank away from him.

They shot him one time, that's a warning shot.

Other than that, no need to shoot no more.

He put his hands up 'cause he felt he had no other chance.

He was gonna get shot if he kept running.

I want everybody to put their hands up. This the way we'll be all day long.

- Put your hands all the way up. - Put your hands up!

I want your hands all the way up

because this how he was when he got shot.

- Yeah! - When he got assassinated.

When he got executed.

This how he was. So, we gotta do it like this.

Let's keep it real. Okay?

The police department wanna come out here and cover up something

that one of their law enforcements did, man.

Then you come out here and you wanna sic the dogs on us, you know.

It's time for us to unite, man.

Say it loud! I'm black and I'm proud.

- Say it loud! - I'm black and I'm proud.

- Say it loud! - I'm black and I'm proud.

- Say it loud! - I'm black and I'm proud.

- Say it loud! - I'm black and I'm proud.

- Say it loud! - I'm black and I'm proud.

- Say it loud! - I'm black and I'm proud.

- Say it loud! - I'm black and I'm proud.

- Say it loud! - I'm black and I'm proud.

- Say it loud! - I'm black and I'm proud.

- No justice. - No peace.

- No justice. - No peace.

- No justice. - No peace.

Protest. They got the police out here.

We tax paying citizens, they bring out fucking K-9s.

- Y'all supposed to protect and serve, not kill. - No fear.

Keep going. No fear.

Keep going. Hands up brother. Hands up.

We want answers.

We want answers. We want answers.

You know, we not just here just to be ranting and raving.

We want to talk about this issue.

Remember, y'all stood for this.

You, you, you, you. Y'all stood for this.

I don't want y'all killing my child because she walked out the door,

y'all having a bad day, "Move out the way, motherfucker."

The constant denial of our humanity by not even looking us in the eye.

You killed a boy, you have to answer for that.

You don't just get to shut yourself in an office.

Put your hands up. Put your hands up. Put your hands up!

Don't shoot.

Don't shoot.

The chants kept people energized. It kept them going.

It actually kept them feeling like there was actually a direction.

Here we go.

- No justice, no peace. - Say what?

- No justice, no peace. - Say what?

No justice, no peace.

We are marching on West Florrisant

towards the police barricade in Ferguson.

Police fired a warning shot.

A flare up.

Needlessly provoking the crowd.

It got those young brothers and sisters riled up.

They weren't riled up before then. They was out there,

they was mad, they was upset but they weren't doing anything.

It just set them off.

Don't shoot. Don't shoot. Don't shoot. Don't shoot.

There was no fear in the heart of people anymore.

This is the military police.

This is not the police from our hood.

We're trying to mourn and you came here with 300 cop cars,

in riot gear and K-9 units.

This is the same thing that pretty much got us here.

We here.

We here. They ready to drop the teargas, man.

We our keepers.

We got to be our own keepers.

We got to love one another.

Murderers!