Whose Streets?

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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 f*cked 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 motherf*cker

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.

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