Esperanza Spalding is joined by a host of musicians and friends in the official video for “We Are America” – a call for the closure of Guantánamo Bay. Spalding is joined by Harry Belafonte, Stevie Wonder, Janelle Monae and others in demanding human rights for the detainees – many of them being held indefinitely at the military prison without fair trials. She commented on her passion for the cause of freedom for the 164 prisoners being held at the U.S. base in Cuba during a recent chat with the Wall Street Journal:
“I don’t have any prison experience, but it’s really hard to fathom being imprisoned in a place against your will and not to be charged with anything, not to have the ability to defend yourself, and to be there indefinitely,”
Esperanza Spalding has dropped this clip in the hopes that it will educate and motivate people to call for change, whether that involves protest, peer education or a phone call to congressional leaders. Spalding noted that she was inspired to take action after learning of the hunger strike at the prison this year. Check the footage below to watch the video for “We Are America.” Scroll down to learn how you can help with protest efforts.
Take a stand. Call the US Capitol Switchboard (1-202-224-3121) to connect you to your two US Senators and your Congressional Representative.
I am your constituent and I want you to support closing Guantanamo.
Indefinite detention and unfair trials are illegal, un-American and unnecessary.
Our family is like
the scattered pieces of land,
the shattered chiefly titles,
the smothered claims of entitlement,
that we desperately cling to
In hopes that one day,
We will see
A return, A restoration, A rebirth
Our family was like.
— E.W. Wendt 010213
I guess I’ve been chillin in my mind lately
Nowhere else to go
No tcm channels to drown my mental instability
No girlfriends arms to cry sleep my worries away
I’ve got several homes way up here
Some half way across the world
Some right down the road in a little memory shop
I walk in and smell old pages, yellow with age
Yellow with pent up passion I say
No one to turn pages of old
Nook and crannys before they were apps
Full with someones old things, long forgotten….long left behind
The woman behind the counter says how can I help you
Im sorry you can’t…Help me anyways, show me these peoples memories of old.
My several homes, so far from this reality
I forget the minds infinite hallways of hideaways that I forget to smile and be polite
Because like Alice theres this hole I’m just in at the moment
Soon to be remembered by those who thought I was MIA
But never returned those missed phones calls
Life is busy, its ever moving
I can’t slow down to watch you catch up because I’m just not there no more
My friend…you are no longer there for me nor I for you
we’ve come to an impasse I’d say but this is no
Impossibility merely a probability of better functioning mechanics without the
Equations of you and I and a Saturday night
tap tap tap
Home again, again, again she cries aloud
On a sound cloud of level nines where the beats whine
She’s top shelf candy store good love, with a booty so full
Lips so ready, a mouth that waters and eyes that shine like dangers here
Home he says, far away again today
To dream to dream to dream