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Roscoe and Joe, 2021
A Photograph by Erica Bryant

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This work is made from the one photograph I have of my great grandfather, Roscoe Foster. He is sitting in a rocking chair, on the porch of his home in Columbia, Mississippi. Family says that when the Ku Klux Klan was riding near, he would sit on that porch with a shot gun. Someone took a picture of my cousin Joe at the protests in Chicago after George Floyd was killed. He was wearing a Black Lives Matter shirt, leaning against a building. His was a social worker in the Chicago Public School system and always taught us to stay connected to Africa and to our ancestors. I put Joe on the porch with my great grandfather. He was leaning against the door, and my grandfather was sitting in the rocking chair. They were together and it was perfect. 4 Generations after my great grandfather sat on that porch to defend his family against white supremacists, my cousin faced tear gas and rubber bullets trying to express the simple sentiment that Black Lives Matter. We are still fighting this battle, but we are still fighting. And in 8 generations, we will still be fighting. No matter what they do to us, we will always fight. We matter. Our humanity is sacred. We stand up for the fallen and we press on. To paraphrase Lucille Clifton's poem "Celebrate with me," Come celebrate with me that everyday this country has tried to kill our spirit and has failed.

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Limited Edition | collage, 10" x 8" x 0"