Vintage clowning’: A requiem to all of the beautiful black jester spirits that never survived from making jokes. Those suffocated by buffoonery. Those that left this earth having never been intimate with their own amusing sounds. Those that couldn’t keep humor tucked beneath their sleeves to console a bad day. To those imprisoned by racist jokes from folks that clowned themselves at your expense-there is no honor in that. I honor your past this day of the dead. I honor your laughs and those laughs and love you willingly gave to us. The pride in my eyes won’t let me worry. I remember you tonight. ❤ me #holloween2014