Poem for May Molina, a Disabled Latina of Ill. who died in police custody on May 26, 2004

Justice Riding on Four Wheels & Brown Fists
(For May Molina)

Activist in Action that was May Molina
Kept police & prisons
In checked
Turning over wrongful convictions

Target on her chest
She drove between institutionalize bullets
in her wheelchair
Like Harriet Tubman, Molina led her people to freedom

Out of the prison system
And into an activist revolution
Help started an organization
For Families of the wrongly convicted & victims of police brutality

Her community, supporters and family
Demands answers about her death in police custody
Although she had diabetes police refused medical care
Thanks to police & mainstream media her background has been smeared

While the names of officers are invisible
Seems like we’ve been here, Cammerin Boyd in San Fran, Annette Auguste in Haiti
Hey Homeland security, am I next in line?
Cause like May Molina, I’m outspoken about systematic oppression

I can see Molina wheeling up to the mic
at the Chicago Police Board
my Latina disabled sister
your spirit has traveled from Chicago to San Francisco
to clear my vision and to rededicate my life to your mission

Time to bring attention
to how the black & blue
abuse their authority
onto my brothers and sisters with disabilities

Forget about internal investigation
Open up politicians & police’s closets all around the world to the public
The community & family is the Juror & the Judge
And we have our progressive, ethnic and activist media

Mother May Molina, your wish has come true
Judgement day is here
The power structure is crumbling
and Justice is riding on four wheels & Brown fists!

By Leroy F. Moore Jr.
Black Disabled Activist
sfdamo [at] Yahoo.com
Rest in Peace Molina. With Revolutionary Love!!!!!!