The wind comes spinning like a cosmic top, spinning, spinning, its arms ripping, ripping, ripping. The Bahamas islands lay in the Caribbean sea, trembling in manic terror. But Dorian does not leave. It sits and spins, spins and sits, pulling trees from the swimming earth then bricks the homes. It’s hurricane season, and Dorian doesn’t want to leave.
The hurricane is hungry, and soon when it finally leaves the island, it will spin its way over warm seawater, recharge itself, and seek a new meal over Florida, the peninsula state. It doesn’t matter what politicians say. Their lies will not deter Dorian’s spinning arms. The wind comes, fueled by industry and climate change, bringing destruction and death.
From imprisoned nation, this is Mumia Abu-Jamal.
These commentaries are recorded by Noelle Hanrahan of Prison Radio.