i didnt have the privilege of seeing him smile with my eyes
i didnt have the privilege to earn a hug
i never got to make him laugh
i didnt have the privilege of seeing him smile with my eyes
i didnt have the privilege to earn a hug
i never got to make him laugh
i arrived shortly after his murder
and when people explained his death as drowning. an accident.
in my heart i said: that's not true
cos yea i can tell when a story is bullshit and doesnt make sense
the original story told to me was that he was looking for clams in a boat in the ramapough river but he didnt know how to swim
i have walked across that river
it isnt even accurate to say river
it is a large stream
the deepest the water has ever gotten that i have observed is three inches less than a yardstick length
found without his shoes
they took his knife
he was supposed to pick up his son
he told no one he was going to do this instead of picking up his son
there are not clams in that river
his mother we spoke in person
knows it is murder
yes she was furious with grief
but it was not the confabulation of denial
under the law
what law
who has jurisdiction?
is this lenape law business
is this mohawk law business
is this new jersey law business
connections in newark
the muslim community in newark
he had enemies there too
like who doesnt have an incentive to kill
him
the town of ramapo does
evangelical christian mohawks do
supremacist mohawks do
white supremacist mohawks do
muslims do
internal lenape politics does
i can say this:
if i find out it was mohawk
because that is my lane my purview
there is a civil war coming to mohawk nation
am i in a rush? not in the slightest
he is dead
the truth of this will either come to me by the end of my natural born life or it wont and someone else will have it come to them
i would never act on this before i was absolutely sure
the idea of a mohawk civil war breaks my heart
so let it not be that
i would love for it to not be that
what a relief for it to not be that
to know it is not that
time will tell