Tess Gruenberg

It was an unusually warm April afternoon, and the streets of Athens emanated a sticky summer heat that called into question the fickle character of spring. I walked through the alleyways of Metaxourgeio to meet visual artist Barry Yusufu at his studio at The Breeder Gallery and thought the warmth symbolic. Because if Barry Yusufu was a season, he would be a wild spring day. Barry sat stoically in front of his painting for the hour that we spoke.

It was day five of a six-day journey on the Greek isle of Icaria. I was with Will, the yet-to-be realized love of my life who had curated the journey for us in an effort to woo me. We had met in Patmos, the island of both Revelations and Apocalypse. The plan for day five was set in stone: we were to dose home-grown psilocybin magic mushrooms and visit a Mushroom Chapel on the northside of the island. This mission was, according to Will, the climax of the trip.

This page is an ongoing aggregation of embedded digital posters that act as resources, mutual aid funds, awareness campaigns, call for actions, and rally posts for the global protest against militarized police brutality and the institutional racism that fuels it. @n_a_a_f_i: END STATE-SPONSORED VIOLENCE. DISMANTLE AND DISBAND I.C.E. AND C.B.P. DEFUND AND DISARM THE POLICE. DEMILITARIZED THE STATE. Graphic @claygibson, 2017 “George Floyd took his last breaths with a white knee on his neck.