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Discussion in 'Tools and tips' started by doc1, Nov 8, 2005.
yo, post all the shit about tie this is like a little RIP from him
who is TIE?
got any flix.
i just went on google n searched him i got a few things...
Jonathan See Lim aka TIE ONE was shot to death March 8, i think 1998
i think ^ is his stuff
respect to the guy but he doesnt look all that good
R.I.P. A FUCKING DOPE WRITER. HIS TIE THROWUPS ARE MAD CRAZY. MAD INSPIRATIONAL. someone post the article so these people know who he was and what happend.
ive been planing on buying this for awhile, love this dudes styles.
Graffiti artist who was shot 'told the world to live'
By Spie One
Editor's note: Graffiti artist Tie One (Jon Lim) was shot to death March 18 in San Francisco. The following article, a tribute to Tie One, was submitted by a friend of his, Spie One.
Tie loved graffiti. He lived graffiti. Writers will say they live graffiti or graffiti is their life, but they are lying to themselves. When hit with the question, "Would you die over graffiti?," they have to take a step back and think about it. Tie found what he lived for -- and someone killed him for doing it.
Graffiti permeated this 18-year-old's body like soy sauce soaks into rice. Tie's blood veins flowed with permanent ink, like Rustoleum paint, with pure, unrestricting self-expression. Graffiti's loud and angry reaction to the backward system in which we live sprang from every step he took.
Tie's response is seen -- on the bus, on the walls, on doors and in doorways, over "stop" signs, on billboards, on freeway overpasses and even on police paddy wagons. He cared not to be confined by authority, by categorization limitations, by the risk of another beating him in defense of his pride, by the walls of separation that the ruling class constructs in grids that attack our psyches.
Tie bounced off these walls. Hit-ups looking like horizons just altered, invading our spectrum of sight -- big with a fat cap and whipped out in seconds -- like rampaging elephants, round and bold, over windows, entrance ways, poles, what have you -- he bombed. Making a mockery of this bureaucratic world of ridiculous and humiliating laws, of this power structure and its home, Tie was that big rash the beast despised the most.
This beast battled Tie hard with paint buff squads and Good Samaritan "keepers of the state" that took it on their own initiative to shut up this one youth from ever speaking his mind. But he won. Even after the system took him out, he is up everywhere, on the streets and in our hearts.
His last piece had a message on it. It said, "The joy of life," which is something much more sane than systematized school textbooks that teach the youth to honor killers and slave masters as heroes; or a flood of policing in our communities to instill fear into us of even going out of our homes in the name of "stopping drugs and crime"; or Hollywood producers making a special race competition to exhibit the hundreds of ways to practice humiliation of another human, particularly sisters and brothers of our own family. People have been taught how to kill, but Tie told the world to live.
What was Tie doing that was so wrong? Perhaps feeling his own heart?! Responding to his gut-felt soul voice? Is this what was so dangerous? Is this what called upon a bullet to be lodged in the back of his head, triggered by 51-year-old freelance photographer William Porter, who said he felt "threatened" by a young, unarmed boy, 5 feet 5 inches tall and about 90-something pounds?
Tie chose to be a rebel. His rebelliousness made him an enemy of the state. The state made, or rather labeled him, a "graffitiist," a vandal, a criminal, a gangster...one of those "good-for-nothing youth that causes trouble." And in the eyes of the powers that be, they would rather jail or kill individuals like Tie.
A part of me died with Tie. A part of you died with Tie. So when Tie was killed, the powers celebrated with a toast; a toast to the 51-year-old "good ole' American," symbolized by setting him free without the thought to do a police investigation, without the slightest thought of ever charging the man with murder. The freelance photographer has not only shot a picture, but has now shot and killed the next generation. And with the justice system backing him and other opponents of the youth, he, along with all the other vigilantes of the state, lance on their merry way, freely ... .
Tie was not an intruder. He did not break in any person's place, nor did he have the intent to. He carried no threat and he most definitely did not deserve a .38 slug to the back of his head. He was climbing the ladder to fame -- a principle highly regarded as the "American thing to do." He was climbing to scream his presence of "I am here" and stake a claim as a free-spirited person in this jail called America.
What writer do you know that took the bus with the most stops across America to get to the graffiti Mecca, New York, just so he could bomb along the whole way? Who do you know that ever survived getting shocked by the third rail? What writer ran from cops after getting up, jumping off a building, breaking both of his legs and then covering himself in the snow to escape getting busted? What writer got the utmost respects from Queens and Kings internationally and paid his dues to writin' graff? What writer did you ever know that said "I ain't got shit to lose" and would scream at you to go out and do the same!
"BOMB, SPIE, BOMB!" he said to me with a passion of expectation as he left to carry on his journey. I thank you Jon, TIE ONE -- you taught me a lesson on living up to my full potential and I love you for that. You are forever young, and in your memory we will not ever give up the fight.
TIE ONE (Jon Lim) June 19, 1979 - March 18, 1998
This article originated in the People's Tribune (Online Edition), Vol. 25 No. 9 / September, 1998; P.O. Box 3524, Chicago, IL 60654, http://www.mcs.com/~league. For free electronic subscription, email [email protected] with "Subscribe" in the subject line. Feel free to reproduce unless marked as copyrighted; please include this message with reproductions of the article.
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What's with the guy on the magazine? That him?
Edit, good story about him.
Some more tie
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The infamous TIE tanker
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And Saber talking about Tie's death
- Our friend Tie's death, can you talk about that explain it briefly?
Saber- yeah uh.. our friend Jonathan Lim, Tie, he was an 18 year old Asian young virgin Buddhist he was a good kid. He had more energy than I ever seen in any graffiti writer in my life. If you put all us together, he would be four our five of us energy wise and nobody could stop him, he was an unstoppable force. Yet fate seem to stop him uh a man named... uh.. William, William Porter, that's his fuckin name, well he executed my friend while doing raffiti, and blew his head off and he was acquitted. It was in the newspapers it was a really big deal within our scene we've had a lot of memorials, and he was there and he would videotape us and talk shit I don't know he's just a very evil person, he got away with murder.
Q-Why did he shoot him?
Saber- ...you know San Francisco is very tight its very ghetto, ghetto as fuck, a lot of dirt a lot of crack sales, fiends, in this neighborhood, specifically, it's very crack infested neighborhood and this guy lived there and um he (Tie) was just walking up the stairs and climbing up the pole and he didn't know that he lived there and the guy came out and pulled him off the pole, hit him with the butt of the gun and executed him.
Q- Shot him?
Saber- Shot him in the back of the head as he was running, and this man has been in Vietnam; he has shot people before, he has targets on his door, he shot a fiend there two years before, he videotapes his premises, he has sensors on the stairs, he's also a famous photographer in San Francisco, so uh, he got away with the shit man straight forward. I seen him with male hookers I seen him with all kinds of hookers. And every time I see him I scream at more about that, him, I scream my heart at his ass, he'll just be like , "fuck you I murdered your friend..." I don't know what to say much , who knows where that guy is going to go from this point, who knows, he's definitely got some serious karmatic justice heading his way.
Tie is the shit i think he was in MSK and stuff rip
fucked up.. some guy shoots a writer and hes considered a loyal citizen.. a writer shoots a writer he goes to jial for life..
praise the justice system
HOW U POST PICS
We all live in this country full of bullshit, fuck the LAW and fuck the GOVERNMENT.
oh and FUCK william perter :angry:
i just read the stories and interviews TIE's friends sent in. there soo strong. i really do feel like a part of every writer died with tie. god bless his soul. his memories will live on.
I met him in NY once, he was a real wacky guy, I had a blackbook for others to hit and he did pages filled with Tie sheep throw ups, I can't find that damn book now, had some nice stuff in it but I'd like to have those pages back.
that tanker is unreal.
He had some real sick shit to bad it had to be cut short by some prick who wasn't convicted. Hopefully murders like him rot in hell. RIP TIE
still, writers shouldn't be shooting writers
not that excuses some asshole getting off with murder.
that article was really moving, too.
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