Saturday, August 19, 2017

A love song for Dick Gregory by Marvin X

He made us laugh
supreme joy of humanity laughter
release of pressure stress
laugh
and the world laughs with you
cry
cry alone
laugh dick made us all
court jester people's comic
laugh while razor cuts to heart with truth
laugh
dick made us when we wanted to cry crocodile tears
at the truth of his words
Kathleen Cleaver said only truth can be funny
Dick Gregory truth so funny
left dying
losing elections
left truth ain't funny
right wing white supremacist truth funny as hell
listen to right wing white supremacist truth
funny as a mother
rush michael savage alex jones funny with truth
ain't all lies
who got the whole truth and nothing but the truth
even dick didn't have the whole truth
sun ra didn't have the whole truth
but he had the low down dirty truth
told the white man you too evil for hell
even the devil don't want you, sunny said

trump most funny
tweetin twaatin pure stupid bullshit from top of head
no thought just tweet talk
he real funny
you take trump serious you fool
but dick my man dick funny
went deep in last days
conspiracy everywhere
conspiracy under yr toilet seat
can't go to sleep
dick went deep
knew too much for funny man
shit so deep you wonder was he da man
my man dick
told me at berkeley black rep
shut the fuck up
marvin x drunk on  henny at
the bar
dick in concert with paul mooney
paul told me shut the fuck up too
dick still my man
made pharaoh laugh
court jester
watch out dick
shot yr ass in watt's riot
don't stop revolution
no comic intermission
grass roots ain't laughing in revolution
no dick
you shut the fuck up now
let the revolution be
wanna be court jester
tell pharaoh let my people go
oh dick
thought you would go on forever
pulling off emperor's clothes
showing his naked ass
well time must pass
even on yo black ass dick
and mine too one day soon
no matter
this shit funny to me too
I laugh everyday
when the left learn to laugh
might win some elections
they shit stink too
ain't just the right wing
left wing shit stint too
just be true
dick gregory way
laugh left wing laugh
you too serious bout stupid shit
revolution is funny too
contradictions
assassinations
usurpations
revelations
occupations
laugh left laugh
like dick did
tell truth on left and right
will you hide truth
while you know
yes,
Qur'an say
will you hide truth
while you know
laugh on dick
laugh to the pearly gates
we see you there
makin God laugh at the wiles
of the devil!
--Marvin X
Black August, 2017

The Movement Newspaper calls for boycott of white supremacy Whole Foods

 The Movement Newspaper calls for boycott of white supremacist Oakland Whole Foods Market

 

The Movement Newspaper calls for an immediate boycott of the white supremacist Oakland Whole Foods Market on Bay Street @ Harrison, until the high priced market makes amends for the security guard's unprovoked pepper-spraying and verbal abuse of our Design Editor, Adam Turner. The Movement Newspaper, Voice of the Black Arts Movement International, has discussed the Boycott with Oakland NAACP officials, associates of the John Burris Law Firm, members of the New Black Panther Party or Raiders, the Revolutionary Communist Party and Greenlining Institute. We hope to meet with Black Lives Matter, Oakland Malcolm X Grassroots, Cat Brooks of the Police Anti-terror Project, and  Uncle Bobby of the Oscar Grant Committee.



We welcome the support of all social justice organizations.  If necessary, we will boycott Oakland Whole Foods until it is shut down for a pattern of racist behavior as  per North American Africans. Before the Adam Turner incident, July 17, 2017, there was an incident at the same store in which a North American African man was beaten unconscious by the security guard over a food stamp card.
Walter Riley is the lead attorney on this matter. We appreciate his life long civil rights and human rights work.
  If you and/or your organization would like to support this social justice project to eliminate white supremacy or make donations,  please call 510-200-4164. Power to the People!

--Marvin X, Publisher/Editor
The Movement Newspaper
mxjackmon@gmail.com


 

Friday, August 18, 2017

From the archives: In Search of my soul sister by Marvin X


 

Barbara Boxer and/or Condi RiceIn Search of My Soul Sister
By Marvin X

I urge readers to use my essay to stimulate a dialogue between black men and women. Most often we engage in monologues that end in despair by both genders, in fact, it is often a shouting match with the woman pleading just to be heard, listened to as a human being with a mind that God gave both genders equally. But macho men, like myself, steeped in the patriarchal mythology, even though socialized in a matrifocal household, are so addicted to our patriarchal domination that we are deaf to the woman's repeated plea just to be heard. And more often than not, we are saying the same things, are in total agreement but deaf to each other's words and point of view. As per male/female relations, this is a psycho-linguistic crisis of the highest and most severe degree, alas, it often leads to partner violence. Alas, France passed a law against verbal violence that we know leads most often to physical violence. Didn't the brother tell us who are victims of the English language to practice silence to preserve our love that so often masquerades as hate?  
--Marvin X
Black August, 2017

After a lifetime of fears, doubts, ambivalence and general paranoia (my essential mental state) about the feminine gender, I recently concluded, based on six decades of interaction, that the black woman was, after all is said and done, my friend, and that she has never wanted to be anything other than my friend, helper, lover and mate, really, for eternity, if I could have ever been shackled to her that long. Yes, after thinking about my most wonderful Mother, an even more gracious and loving Grandmother (Oh, Grandma’s hands!), and after reflecting on my six sisters who probably more than anyone else helped form my ambivalence and maybe paranoia too, since I was so traumatized by their constant chatter and feminine intrigues that I would find it a simple matter upon adolescence and adulthood to ignore any words from the feminine gender, especially simple advice or wisdom, which cost me greatly on the road to success, including several failed marriages and a kind of psychic distance from my three lovable and most wonderful daughters.













If truth be told and certainly it is time to tell the truth at this stage in my life, I must admit that all the women in my life have been absolutely wonderful, not one ever treated me wrongly or without tenderness and unconditional love, yet my response was to dog them to no end, or rather until the end when they departed broken hearted and disgusted.
This new recognition on my part was made even plainer when my actor/singer J.B. Saunders presented me with a wonderful song “Don’t Bite The Hands That Feed You.”
J.B., also a dogger of women, perhaps even worse than myself since he had a career of pimping, had also had a revelation that it was time to reconcile with the feminine gender, or least stop the abuse, whether physical, mental or emotional. Perhaps old dogs actually do learn new tricks! J.B.’s lyrics said that our woman was indeed our friend and supporter, not someone to be dogged at every turn, for in the end we become the victim, or as another song told us “the hunter gets captured by the game.”
Of course, one truth about love is that love is a game of victims, for by its nature, love makes the beloved victim of the lover, for love is that state wherein we willingly accept to be victimized for we submit and declare to all who need to know and to some who don’t need to know that we are helplessly under the power of the beloved.
Moving from the personal to the political, we now clearly recognize that love for the Black woman had to move from the romantic to the critical in deciding who or what she represented on this stage of life. How is she connected to us and we to her—a question we had to answer about men as well, with the same if not more degree of political acumen because few men allow another man to do to us what we allow women to do, after all, women have the unique skill to get anything from us with a smile, a glance of the eye, a stride. During my brief academic career, my female students knew they could get almost any grade from me, especially if they came at me right, or simply talked right, it wasn’t always about sexual favors. And two of my students convinced me to marry them, so much for the wisdom of the professor.
But in the politics of love, we matured to the point of understanding a black face, even of the feminine gender, was not sufficient to gain our allegiance and respect. We came to recognize that politics was not about color, contrary to what we “believed” during the 60s, especially with the call for black power. Forty years later, however belatedly and detrimentally, we came to see blackness was about consciousness not color and had much to do about class as well, since class very often determines consciousness, although not always, after all, we know of several instances in our history when “house Negroes” plotted slave revolts, but generally speaking, the house Negro is not to be trusted, since he/she is more determined to preserve the house than the master.
We are reminded of that scene in the film Amistad where the Africans are being marched into town for mutiny. One African sees a Negro carriage driver and remarks, “He is our brother.” An African replies, “No, he is a white man.”
And so it is the class nature of things that must be examined with respect to loving or not loving Dr. Condi Rice—to be or not to be our sister—that is the question! Having transcended our gender fears, having made every determination to reach out in sincerity to embrace our sister in struggle, who endured with us all the horror and terror of the centuries, we must sadly reject her and everything for which she stands, for we find her political consciousness an abomination, a betrayal of our racial heritage of resistance in the face of suffering, in short genocide. Clearly, she came from us, but is no longer us, she has graduated from victim to victimizer—while some, perhaps her “classmates” on the right will call this progress and a point of pride for the “race.” Well, I remember Elijah Muhammad describing UN Undersecretary Ralph Bunche as “A Negro we don’t need,” and this most surely applies to Condi, who graduated from oppressed to oppressor. She stands at the pinnacle of imperialism, the most powerful woman in the world, yes, even more powerful than the Queen of England, for Condi literally has the world in her hands. In assuming to Secretary of State, we are humbled at her meteoric rise from the slave pit of Alabama to steering the ship of state.
Her brother Colin Powell whom she replaces for the simple reason that he was found disagreeable to the imperial throne, perhaps even in his conservatism too uppity with thoughts slightly to the left of Pharaoh, had to be replaced by Condi who shares a more amicable relationship with boss man sah, to the tragic extent that Senator Barbara Boxer voted against confirmation, saying “…Your loyalty to the mission you were given…overwhelmed your respect for the truth.”
In the darkest days of my gender fears, I never forgot the teachings of my mother’s Christian Science religion with it’s emphasis on the centrality of truth in all matters.Indeed what has gotten me in trouble with women even more than physical and mental abuse is being truthful, especially in regard to my sexual improprieties.
Condi Rice stands condemned before the world for being a liar and murderer, a person completely and utterly devoid of truth, thus her elevation to Secretary of State must be a great embarrassment to our ancestors, and her reply to Senator Boxer that her credibility and integrity was being impugned is without merit. Boxer pointed out how she contradicted the president and herself with respect to weapons of mass destruction as the cause for war against Iraq. Contrary to Dr. Rice, Saddam was not a threat to his neighbors in Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Turkey, Iran, Jordan and Syria. He was contained and therefore not a threat to the “American people,” who, as Nelson Mandela pointed out, are the greatest threat to world peace. There was nothing to fear from Saddam but fear itself, quite similar to my gender fears I harbored for decades when I imagined female friends, mates, lovers were somehow my enemies, and were, in my tortured mind, out to get me, when in reality, I was out to get them.
Condi’s advice to President Bush has, at this point, caused the death of 1,366 Americans,10,372 wounded, also over 100,000 Iraqi dead. As Boxer noted, this is no light matter but a deception of the most despicable kind that has brought America’s credibility in the world to a new low, yet, like the President, Dr. Rice is totally unapologetic and stoic in maintaining her stance that contravenes reality.
I cannot in the name of our shared Africanity go there with her, for she long ago crossed the line of propriety. She cannot have my respect and sympathy in her dutiful defense of Pharaoh and his meanderings throughout the world in the name of global capitalism. Imagine, in the midst of the Iraqi quagmire, they are now contemplating an invasion of Iran. This American arrogance has no end except The End.
As between Senator Barbara Boxer and Condi Rice, if I had to choose my soul sister, I would rise above color in favor of consciousness, thus claim Senator Boxer as my sister.
This is no time in history to be starry-eyed idealists and continue with romantic notions about blackness. Sadly, we live in a world where what appears to be black is white and what appears white is black. Get over it and march forward into the new millennium. I shall never forget how we banned interracial couples from attending our black nationalist parties in the 60s. Amina Baraka loves to tell the story of when she and her husband were at the Black House cultural/political center in San Francisco in 1967. Amina observed my lady friend Ethna Wyatt (Hurriyah Asar) tell a white woman she couldn’t come in. The lady replied she was part Indian. Hurriyah replied, “Well, the Indian can come in but the white got to go.”
At another party with revolutionary black nationalists, a brother tried repeatedly to convince us his white woman was in fact black in consciousness, therefore should be admitted. We rejected his pronouncement, but in consciousness his woman was black and should have been admitted, especially since there were sisters at the party who harbored thoughts, if only subconsciously, similar to Condi Rice’s. As a matter of fact, I was recently told of one sister who was at this particular party who is now such a right wing fanatic that her in-laws banned her from their house, even changed their telephone number to avoid her right wing ranting.
I am not promoting interracial relationships, rather, in the tradition of my Mother, I am promoting truth and honesty which is the least we should expect from human beings with consciousness, no matter their color. But we understand that class has a way of stretching truth beyond reality, where it becomes an exercise in arrogance and sick pride, the stuff of classic tragedy. I am not into hating human beings, especially my distant sister Condi Rice, whom we must allow history and God to judge—may they have mercy on her soul.
At least Colin Powell was man enough to apologize to the world for his United Nations pseudo lecture justifying the war. Shall we await the day when Condi will admit her sins? Let us hope she is not made to do so before the World Court for crimes against humanity.

black ain't black
white ain't white
beware the day
beware the night!



From Wish I Could Tell You the Truth, Marvin X, BBP, 2005. Reprinted in Mythology of Pussy and Dick
toward Healthy Psychosocial Sexuality, Marvin X, Black Bird Press /1222 Dwight Way, Berkeley Ca 94702
400 pages, $49.95 / jmarvinx@yahoo.com

Black Bird Press News & Review: Wish I could fly like a hawk, poem by Marvin X

Black Bird Press News & Review: Wish I could fly like a hawk, poem by Marvin X

Thursday, August 17, 2017

Let the white man stay white, por favor!










 the works of J.A. Rogers. 


It is the greatest Black historian, Joel A. Rogers, who best demonstrated the pervasiveness and most profound degree African blood infused Europeans (see his many works). Of course these days, most people with a modicum of intelligence submit to the fact the human race originated in Africa which includes Asia. Fantastic Negritos (the little Blacks or aboriginals) have been found throughout the world, Europe, Asia, the Americas and most islands of the seas.

As per any pure Europeans in America, how can this be possible after 400 years of miscegenation? Did not the founding fathers have a field day enjoying the  sexual pleasures of enslaved African women, men and children, including sex with their own interracial children, after which they sold their children at market rate on New Year's Day, the most dreaded day in the life of kidnapped African enduring the American slave system (Ed Howard term). New Year's Day was the slave auction day, when mates, mothers,fathers and children, were paraded on the auction block and sold down the river to the highest bidder. Again, the products of the slave master's lust and incest were sold as well, such was the heartless soul of the master who sold his chattel real (personal property as opposed to real estate, if I may correct W.E.B. DuBois who said we were real estate).

So any notion of pure European Americans or pure North American Africans is mostly poppycock, with the exception of those Gullah/Geeche North American Africans who lived on the isolated South Carolina, Georgia islands and maintained a certain degree of purity in their bloodline even down to today.

As per European Americans, I recall reading an article in the 60s in Liberator Magazine that claimed there were 60 million Europeans who were in fact North American Africans since the rule was one drop of Black blood made the European a nigger or shall we say African!

In light of the above, how many European Americans can claim racial purity? Alas, we think it is not so much their desire to claim racial purity but rather to cling to mythological notions of whiteness that, in the words of James Baldwin, "has led them to rationalizations so fantastic it approaches the pathological!"

Yes, pathological, a break with reality. They are infused with African blood, yet they adamantly desire to claim total whiteness. Even in the interracial North, European mothers married to North American African man, will yet desire their mixed-race children to identify with their whiteness, even when their children have pronounced African features. So this is a psycho-mythological conundrum that forces the children into the tragic mulatto syndrome and trauma best decried by Prince, "Am I Black, am I White?"

Of course, there are those who say the race issue is in fact a class issue, especially as per racial hatred. And it is true the class problem between North American Africans and poor whites was a divide and conquer technique used by the slave owning class and later capitalists to keep the former Africans yet trapped in the American Slave System (E.Howard term) and keep the poor whites enduring minimum wages. The racial myths were exploited by the ruling class to divide and conquer the socalled emancipated Africans and the poor whites. Also, in my travels in the South, I was told repeatedly the ruling class Europeans treat the poor whites worse than they treat us North American Africans. Naturally, their wretched lower class condition made them jealous and envious of us and propelled the poor whites to join the KKK, most often led by, yes, ruling class whites!

As per class, we would think both oppressed groups would unite at some point. But so often the demagogues  intervene and make such class unity impossible by fanning the flames of racial hatred with propaganda that Blacks want their jobs or their women or both and more, whatever more is!

And yet, the supreme irony is revealed in the classic poem of Bay Area poet Paradise Jah Love, in his poem They Love Everything About You But You!" And this goes for all classes and ethnic groups that are non-African/Black:

Poet Paradise Jah Love reading his classic They Love Everything About You But You!
photo credit Daniela Kantorova

Let me give a rough paraphrase of his poem, and may Paradise forgive me for butchering his classic poem.
They love the black meat
love the black beat
love the black night
love the black might
love the black earth
love the black space
love the black sex
they love everything about you
but you
love the black neighborhood
but not the black neighbor
love the black woman
but not the black man
they love everything bout you but you....
love the black skin
love the black tan
love everything bout you but you....

This love/hate relationship of Europeans toward Africans is universal and trans-class, from right, left,liberal/conservative, revolutionary/reactionary. We have held events with my liberal white patrons with sincere hearts but could not deal with the bold, radical sisters who had to check the white sisters at every turn who wanted to dominate is the best tradition of white supremacy addiction.

Is this not why SNCC told the liberal whites to go home to their people and help them recover from their addiction to white supremacy--which they never did and thus is the reason we are at the present precipice, about to descend into the chasm of darkness and dread! After all, the liberal whites had not themselves recovered from their addiction to white supremacy, thus they could not help their families. So ignorant were they that their liberal psychosis blinded them from seeing the utter trauma of their poor white brothers and sisters who had no choice but to cling to their vestiges of white nationalism. It was not solely a reaction to the first Black President, rather, a reaction to the hopelessness of their mythological notions of white supremacy!

Can one imagine the white psychological trauma of absorbing the reality of a nigguh in the White House? Can one then imagine the most urgent psychological need to flip the script and return their mental equilibrium to the status que of, yes, the White House and the House of White Nationalism.
And yet, the tragedy is that Obama was as much a white nationalist as any KKK in the South, except he did so in Globalist terms and actions. Did he not have a list of people he murdered around the world on a weekly basis? Is this the agenda of the first Black President?

Por favor, North Americans were so duped with the idea of the first Black President (and I among them--and my revolutionary brothers verbally kicked my ass for thinking he was other than an imperialist, globalist--they were ideologically correct--thank you Lil' Joe, et al).

Thus, we are totally overwhelmed with the utter shock and awe at Trump and Trumpitis, i.e., the sudden surprise in the minds of certain white people that their lower class brothers and sisters are clinging to white nationalism, as if the alt-left is not themselves guilty of left-wing white supremacy. Alas, were not those Democratic Party sycophants guilty of supporting the Hillary Clinton crime machine of global white nationalism with its multi-cultural vicissitudes? How could one be for Hillary after all her global iniquities with the Russians, Saudi Arabia, and her worse slime ball activity with the rape of Haiti? Let us not say nothing of her worship of Margaret Sanger and her black baby death dealing abortion program that morphed into Planned Parenthood?

And so, let us get to why we must let white people stay white!

let white people stay white
the little white they have left
let them stay white
in the day
in the night
stay white white people
love yr selves white
chinese chinese
mexicans la raza la raza la raza
white people stay white
just don't hurt black brown yellow
be white
imagine in yr fantasy
you won the civil war
in yr mind white beyond reality you won
fly yr flag
adore your statues of yr civil war heroes
we may and will tare them down but
they are your heroes of defeat
are you that sick
enjoy yourself
the South won in your sick mind
you found the to black slavery again
prisons
jails
prisons
under USA Constitution
rejoice
slavery makes you happy
how long will this go on
how long
say the song
how long
masquerade
parade
through streets
with sheets and guns
enjoy yr fun
just know we ain't in yo show
we free and die to be
we free
and die to be!
--Marvin X
Black August
2017


Let us conclude with the notion that all peoples have the right to be what they consider the mythological notion of themselves, whether fantasy or reality. If they desire to be European white nationalists or African Black Nationalists, let them do so as long as they do not cause harm to anyone. If they cry La Raza la raza la raza, let them do so as long as they do not harm others. We Africans have the human right to cry in the words of our hero Marcus Garvey, "Africa for the Africans, those at home and those abroad! One God, one aim, one destiny!"

When Jews cry, "We are the chosen people of God," let them do so in their mythological fantasy, along with the Chinese who said, "God is the Chinese people!"

There are those who don't want to see the Confederate flay fly. As per North American Africans, I say, fly your flag, the Red, Black and Green and assert your nationhood. You shall have enough work to do in this endeavor and will have little time to worry about the European flags, including the stars and stripes and the Confederate flag.

If you must consume your time deconstructing symbols of the Civil War and Jim Crow, do so but just know, you must establish monuments of your heroes and sheroes. And remember ancestor Amiri Baraka's poem:
Wise I

    WHYS (Nobody Knows
    The Trouble I Seen)
   
Traditional

If you ever find
yourself, some where
lost and surrounded
by enemies
who won't let you
speak in your own language
who destroy your statues
& instruments, who ban
your omm bomm ba boom
then you are in trouble
deep trouble
they ban your
own boom ba boom
you in deep deep
trouble

humph!

probably take you several hundred years
to get
out!
 
Amiri Baraka and Marvin X, 47 years of friendship as Black Arts Movement co-founders

dr. nathan hare's foreword to marvin x's how to recover from the addiction to white supremacy

Marvin X Classic--How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy







Foreword


How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy

By Dr. Nathan Hare

Call him Dr. M, as I do, though I’ve known him by other names in other places and, like Diogenes, who went around holding up a lantern to the faces of the people he would meet in the streets of ancient Athens looking for an honest man, I have come to the realization that we as a people have been waiting and looking for somebody like Dr. M to come along for more than half a century, ever since  America was stunned by The Mark of Oppression (the Jim Crow era book by two white liberal psychiatrists whose findings had brought them to the heartfelt conclusion that the race of people called “Negroes”  was “crushed.”
In only four years after their epitaph was written, Negroes (now called “blacks,” “Blacks,” “Afro-Americans,” “African-Americans,” or as Dr. M sometimes calls them “American Africans”) had exploded in Montgomery with passive resistance.  In four more years the “sit-in movement” broke out among the youth, followed like a one-two punch by the so-called “freedom riders” (roving bands of individuals who boarded and defied the segregation of interstate vehicles and included a future student of mine on spring break from Howard University by the name of Stokely Carmichael).  Then came “Black Power,” in the context of which I first heard of a man who had metamorphosed from the slave-name Marvin Jackmon into a prominent “North American African poet” who went by the name of Marvin X (the X connoting “the unknown”).
While, despite the fact that I have known him through the intervening years, I cannot unravel every single quality of the brother, I can testify that Dr. M is a brand new Marvin, a Dr. Marvin, a social doctor, if you will, with a gift and a mission for a new black movement. I know this to be true because, aside from my Ph.D. and years of experience in the practice of clinical psychology, I specialized in the study of social movements for a Ph.D. in sociology at the University of Chicago.  But more than that, I have watched a dedicated Dr. M, up close and clinically, going about his fearless work in the mean streets of San Francisco.  
Over a period of many months, on many a dark and dreary sometimes rainy Wednesday night, I served as a consultant in clinical psychology to Dr. M’s “Black Reconstruction Group” (the pilot to his twelve-step model now unveiled in this important book on “How to Recover from Addiction to White Supremacy.” In the Recovery Theatre’s pilot groups, I sat with diverse and ad hoc coteries of men and women gathered impromptu in the austere basement of a Catholic church, St. Boniface, located in the heart of The Tenderloin, the highest crime district in San Francisco, just down a few blocks from the famous Glide Memorial Methodist Church.  Many a night I marveled at the ease with which Dr. M and his talented co-facilitator, Suzette Celeste brought out trickles of lost and unleashed hope and inspiration in the minds of destitute and degraded street people as well as in the confused and empty psyches of invited members of the black bourgeoisie who, still trying to be unbroken, had come where not many “bourgies” would dare to tread.
On many an appointed night I stood by silently looking on while Dr. M and his collaborators sauntered out into the shadowy mysteries of dilapidated streets to solicit and harness hapless homeless men and a woman or two and bring them in to meet as equals with the anxious representatives of the black bourgeoisie who had dared to cross momentarily back over their tentative territorial and social boundaries.  This of course is not recommended for the feeble or the fainthearted; because, until the revolution comes, or the proletariat triumphs, there will be difficulties and perils in chance encounters of the social classes.  So I must hasten to explain that a security conscious Dr. M was operating within a safety net of collaborators competent in the martial arts; like Geoffrey Grier, who has been an international martial arts competitor and is a son of a black psychiatrist, Dr. William Grier, coauthor with Dr. Price Cobb of the late 1960s blockbuster, Black Rage.
At the moment when the oppressed have had enough, their rage will explode --  Fanon had warned us in The Wretched of the Earth -- and it is at that moment, at the very point of mental and spiritual coagulation and defeat, when they will come together and rise.  Frantz Fanon went on to tell of a category of reconstruction groups called “’djemaas’ (village assemblies) of northern Africa or in the meetings of western Africa, tradition demands that the quarrels which occur in a village should be settled in public. It is communal self-criticism, of course, and with a note of humor, because everybody is relaxed, and because in the last resort we all want the same things. But the more the intellectual imbibes the atmosphere of the people, the more completely he abandons the habits of calculation, of unwonted silence, of mental reservations, and shakes the spirit of concealment. And it is true that already at that level we can say that it spreads its own light and its own reason.”
However, psychiatric authority for a self-help peer group focus on individual feelings (or addiction) in relation to white supremacy became available anew in the late 1960s, when Jeffrey Grier’s father, Dr. William H. Grier, and his collaborator, Dr. Price M. Cobbs, published Black Rage.   Dr. Grier has also consulted with Dr. M and his Recovery Theatre around the time of the pilot trial run of the first “Black Reconstruction Groups.”  According to Grier and Cobbs, in the “Introduction to the Paperback Edition” of Black Rage, “The most important aspect of therapy with blacks, we are convinced, is that racist mistreatment must be echoed and underlined as a fact, an unfortunate fact, but a most important fact – a part of reality. Dissatisfaction with such mistreatment is to be expected, and one’s resentment should be of appropriate dimensions” among black warriors who would exact retribution.  “Psychiatry for such warriors,” Grier and Cobbs went on to explain, should aim to “keep them fit for the duty at hand and healthy enough to enjoy the victories” that are likely to emerge.
Fitness for duty is a pleasant but likely side effect of Dr. M’s “Black Reconstruction Groups” working to free the minds of persons addicted to white supremacy.  This no doubt is no doubt why they do not limit themselves in their group sessions to expressions of resentment of racist mistreatment and dissatisfaction but also calmly allow its hidden effects, which often remain unconscious in the way in which the relentless karate chops of white supremacy have killed our dreams on a daily basis and shattered our ability to love, to feel loved, to love ourselves and therefore one another. I listened with much satisfaction as Dr. M and his assemblies delved into the depths of fractured feelings and emotions of the brokenhearted in order to help them come to terms with betrayal, jealousy and rage, in their moving endeavors to learn to love again.
And so it is that you will find many a reference to love in How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy. This includes, for instance, “Women Who Love” and the motivations of the men who love them. 
Dr. M’s own fitness for duty is complex, unique and variegated.  According to James W. Sweeney, "Marvin  walked through the muck and mire of hell and came out clean as white fish and black as coal." Marvin can boast of “a Ph.D. in Negrology,” as he puts it,” the study of nigguhs” issued by the University of Hardknocks’s College of Hell), based on twelve years of research , independent study , and practicum in San Francisco's Tenderloin and other unlettered social laboratories throughout the United States.  
There may still be hope, if it pleases  you, for Dr. M to join the white man’s system of miseducation and mental health care, when we consider that psychologists, including one of my mentors, the late Dr. Carlton Goodlett, at first were “grandfathered” in when the licensure of psychologists was started in the state of California.  Later came the oral exam (conversational, not dental), followed in time by an essay exam, before the boom in “standardized “ multiple choice tests for which workshops were offered to prepare you for a fee, causing excellent practitioners, especially black ones, to be blocked from licensure until they found out and forked over whopping workshop fees . 
There is also a burgeoning market opening up in “clinical sociology” and “sociological practice” still cutting out its slice of the marketplace and finding its way in matters of licensure and credentialing in the field of sociology. But here it may be important to say that the self-help peer group does not require a sociological or a mental health professional, any more than the primordial AA groups from which the mental health profession has profited and learned. Dr. M is a social “doctor” (which etymologically means “teacher”) grappling with a social problem, white supremacy and its punishing residue in the minds of oppressed black individuals and white oppressors who have chosen to reject and come to places where their fathers lied. Oppressors pure and simple, who accept white supremacy, must be dealt with in a later context, as you will not very well be able to keep them in a Black Reconstruction or White Supremacy Destruction Group (or White Supremacy Deconstruction, if you will).
Much in the manner of Hegel in his essay on “Master and Slave,” Marvin senses that the oppressor distorts his own mind as well as the mind of the oppressed. Hence Type I and Type II White Supremacy Addiction. White sociologists and the late black psychologist, Bobby Wright, converged in their findings of pathological personality traits (“the authoritarian personality” and “the racial psychopathic personality,” as Bobby put it). 
But if Hegel was correct in his notion that the oppressor cannot free the slave, that the slave must force the oppressor’s hand, then it is Type II White Supremacy Addiction which if not more resistant to cure, must occupy our primary focus. Type II White Supremacy may be seen as a kind of “niggeritis” or “Negrofication” growing out of an over-identification with the master, who is white. As in any disorder severity of symptoms may vary from mild to moderate or severe.  
As Frantz Fanon put it when he spoke for the brother with jungle fever in Black Skin, White Mask: “I wish to be regarded as white. If I can be loved by the white woman who is loved by the white man, then I am white like the white man; I am a full human being.” In the twisted mental convolution of a brother in black skin behind a white mask, Fanon observed a “Negro dependency complex” independently chronicled in my own Black Anglo Saxons (black individuals with white minds in black bodies). They struggle to look, think, talk and walk white by day, then go to sleep at night and dream that they will wake up white. They refuse to realize that no matter what they may ever do they will never get out of the black race alive.
On the other hand, you are going to be seeing “nouveau blacks” and lesser Afrocentrics -- who faithfully and unquestionably follow twelve-month years and endeavor even to blackenize the twelve disciples of Jesus Christ -- jumping up to question Dr. M’s re-africanization of the “Twelve Steps” model for “using the Eurocentric twelve steps,” but they forget  that the very effort to be practical and collective is the original African way.  In any event, we must build on whites as whites have built on us, taking the best of the West and leaving the rest alone.  But Dr. M has expressly and creatively added a thirteenth step; for his goal is not just recovery but discovery, his goal is not just to change the individual but to change the individual to get ready to change the world.
Meanwhile there is one thing on which we can all agree:  in any serious attempt to solve the bitter mental ravages of white supremacy, we must face the unadulterated fact that we are limited when we look to the institutionalized “profession” and their professional “providers.”  This of course is not to say that the institutionalized professionals cannot be helpful. Dr. M is quick to point out that a self-help peer group cannot cure all the diverse neuroses and psychoses that afflict us. Indeed he goes so far as to suggest that some of us “may need to be committed.”
The late Queen Mother Moore (who loved to boast that she had “gone as far as the fourth grade, and stayed in school too long to learn anything”) delighted in going around deconstructing our “slave mentalities” and saying somebody needs to “do some surgery on these Negro minds” – in which Queen Mother had diagnosed a chronic condition she called “oppression psychoneurosis.” Queen Mother Moore was basically joking, that is, laughing to keep from crying, but it is no joke that mental health professionals, operating under the medical model, think nothing of seeing a person suffering from a psychosocial problem and not only treating the victim instead of the problem but – much in the manner of any addict or drug pusher– use or apply chemicals and sometimes chemical abuse to deal with the inability of the “patient” to feel good in a bad place and thrive, to try to  “have heart” in a heartless world. Many people are unaware to this very day that the practice once was rampant for psychiatrists to treat a person with chronic mental maladies by subjecting them to lobotomies cutting off a portion of their brains. Shock treatment was another method – you’re shocked by life, let’s shock your brain, Senator Eagleton (who later ran for the vice-presidency in the 1970s on the ticket with George McGovern).
It should never have been any surprise that the mental health profession would be of only partial help in reconstructing the psychic consequences of centuries of prolonged brainwashing and subjugation (this is not to mention “Sicko” and what we know of the crippling new effects of “managed care” on the medical profession). Many mental health experts, the overwhelming majority of them white, have long suggested that the “medical model” may be inappropriate in the treatment of the psychological, not to mention, sociological components of mental illness. 
But you don’t have to be a mental health professional or a sociologist to know that we can no longer restrict our search for healing to professional shrinks, raring back in executive chairs and carpeted suites stocked with “psychometric instruments” standardized on the white middle class, far removed from the realities of the concrete social milieu of afflicted and homeless black “subjects” living lives of hardship and subjugation, with no assurance of available treatment.
Even when they are “insured they are limited to the care and treatment some insurance clerk is willing to “authorize.”  In matters of mental health, this typically will include a few sessions of “fifty minute hours” of “talk therapy” before leaving with a prescription or chemical palliative to dull agony and the pain but not the punishment of life on the skids in a sick society.
The hour is up and time is running out, black people, but white supremacy is not. We are living now in the final and highest stage of racism and white supremacy.  We’ve let our struggle slip back while sitting in classrooms and conferences crooning about “afrocentricity” and ancient African glories that have gone forever.
We have come now to a crossroads. We have lost control of our children’s minds, our future.  We have lost their respect, and appear to be on a collision course to a war of words between the black generations, in which hip-hop youth disparage and mock our language, our music and our humanity with a creativity and a rime and a rhythm we can’t fathom, let alone equal in our pitifully fruitless endeavors to eliminate the “n-word” and box with the black-on-black random violence of dissocialized youth who have concluded that adults and their leaders cannot or will not fight the power.  Who knows but it may be that Dr. M’s movement of recovery from addiction to and from white supremacy is offering us a final and effective chance to begin to “sit down together,” to get together and get our heads together.    





THURSDAY, JUNE 30, 2011


Review of How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy



How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy
Peer mental health group cures 'addiction'
by Reginald James
Laney Tower
Laney College Newspaper,
Oakland CA
May 22, 2008


Author, playwright, and poet Dr. Marvin X is a modern theologian and philosopher sent to earth to help others find themselves. He's not a prophet, but is certainly beyond worthy of his Oakland bestowed title of "Plato" (Ishmael Reed).

His most recent book is, "How to recover from the addiction to white supremacy: A Pan African 12-Step Model for a mental health peer group."

Using a poetic and personal prose, Dr. M, as he is known, leads readers of all ethnicities and national origins on a journey to recover from what he terms the earth's most deadly disease: white supremacy.

"White supremacy can be any form of domination, whether stemming from religious mythology and ritual, or cultural mythology and ritual, such as tribal and caste relations," writes Dr. M. "White supremacy is finally a class phenomena, the rich against the poor,thus the process of recovery must include a redistribution of global wealth, for there is no doubt that the rich became rich by exploiting the poor, not by any natural inheritance or superior intelligence."

Dr. M, a founder of the Black Arts movement, uses his life experience with drug addiction to create a recovery model for others. Similar to the "12-step model" used by Alcoholics Anonymous (AA), the book reads like a personal narrative of not just one man's struggle to overcome a grafted sense of self-inferiority and a disillusioned projection of superiority in others, but a prayer of confidence that when others connect with their spirits, they will be able to overcome "stinking thinking," negative attitudes and self-destructive behavior.

After defining white supremacy in the introduction, the next chapter details how to detox and "rid the body and mind of the toxicity of decades under the influence of racist ideology of institutions that have rendered us into a state of drunkenness and denial."

After detoxification, patients are now ready to step into a new era. The first step to recovery is to "admit we are not powerless over self-hatred, racism and white supremacy thinking."

Dr. M's message of mental purification comes through strong in his accounts, and his vast historical knowledge of the experience of North American Africans" (so-called African Americans) encourages students to study. His vast literary references do not discriminate as he makes reference to Shakespeare and "classic" Greek tragedies as well.

"The Other White People," as he refers to them, "are an enigma to themselves, a conundrum of major proportions, transcending Shakespeare's Othello in tragic dimension, for their tragic flaw is lack of self knowledge."

"Such is the gracious gift of slavery, colonialism and neo-colonialism. It has produced a Pan African people in love with all things European: women, clothing, religion, education (what people in their right minds would send their children to the enemy to become educated, especially without a revolutionary agenda), political philosophy, social habits, dietary preferences, sexual mores, etc" writes Dr. M.

While he seeks to create a dialogue with all, the sexism ingrained in this society leaps out at you. He attempts to make amends by apologizing for his past instances of sexism and emotional, verbal, and physical abuse of women.

The most powerful aspect of the book is the encouragement to the reader to gain a working knowledge of self. When speaking to the need for patients to take a "moral inventory," Dr. M puts a mirror up to all people.

Breaking down dynamics of interracial relationships with the analytical perception of a sociologist or psychologist, including historical context of relationships between black women and white men and the taboo of white woman with a black man, Dr. M simplifies the frustration faced by women who date outside of their "race" and the reaction of those who feel their "natural partners" have been stolen.

"In this war with the white woman over the black man's sperm, the black woman, in desperation and denial, tries to mimic the white woman as much as possible, donning blond hair and continuing the tradition of bleaching cream throughout Pan Africa."

Equally healing is the emphasis on seeking forgiveness. When under the influence of substances or mind altering racist ideology, people often hurt people that are closest to them. Dr. M apologizes for his own shortcomings while under the influence of not just white supremacy, but while using crack cocaine. The prolific writer fell victim to the "ghost" for 12 years, and apologizes to his family and especially his daughters.

He also apologizes on behalf of the "Black Bourgeoisie," "Pan African Professors" he attacked because they were "not as radical and revolutionary as I believed they should, after all, white supremacy institutions are not about to allow a radical Pan African ideology and philosophy to flourish within its institutional framework," writes Dr. M.

Dr. M is able to weave not only events in his life which were symptomatic of white supremacy, but the thought process and actions of others.

While some may be quick to write Dr. M off as a Pan-African revolutionary (which he is), or a "reverse racist" (which he is not), his book benefits people of all ethnicities to come to grips with their preconceived notions about one another.

He successfully differentiates between white supremacy and "white people" for only a few handsomely reap the benefits of white supremacy, while others simply enjoy white privilege. He also emphasizes that white supremacy has not, and will not, flourish without disciples and co-conspirators.

"The white supremacy rulers have used poor whites and working class whites to delude whites into thinking the blacks are the cause of their misery and economic exploitation, just as capitalism is presently using immigrant labor to suggest they are the cause of middle and lower class white economic woes, while in fact it is the white supremacy global bandits who are outsourcing for cheap labor." Dr. M equates the assertion with the current immigration debate.

Ultimately, after completing the 12-step model, patients are encouraged to join the "cultural revolution." Harkening to the era of he 1960s, Dr. M suggests "linguistic transcendence" in which North American Africans reclaim a regal self-concept.

In the great tradition of indigenous healers, Dr. M pours love into patients inspiring hope for a cure for what others have deemed the only reality.

Like all scientists, Dr. M is experimenting, hoping that patients will actively involve themselves in their recovery. The "peer group mental health model" accompanies the book and allows the reader to form their own circle to undergo transformation with friends, family, or those people you haven't met yet. Starting a much needed dialogue, Dr. M brings forward "5000 watts" of shock therapy to awake people to their senses.

Dr. M obtained his PhD in Negrology from the University of Hell, USA. Formerly known as Marvin Jackmon, he was born in Fowler, CA and grew up in Fresno and Oakland. He attended Merritt College and San Francisco State University where he received a BA and MA in English. He has taught English, African American Literature, Drama, journalism, and more at Fresno State, UC Berkeley, UC San Diego, San Francisco State University, University of Nevada, Reno, Mills, and Laney College. He was an professor at Fresno State University when then Governor Ronald Reagan found out Dr. M refused to serve in Vietnam--he was barred from teaching.

His other books include Love and War, poems, 1995, In the Crazy House Called America, essays, 2002, and his most recent Beyond Religion, toward Spirituality, 2007His books are available from Black Bird Press, 1222 Dwight Way, Berkeley, CA, 94702. $19.95 each. His Academy of da Corner is at 14th and Broadway, Northeast corner. He is presently organizing the Blackwell Institute of Art, Math and Science. How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy was used as a textbook at Berkeley City College and Oakland's Merritt College.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Marvin X: Let the White Man Stay White!

Marvin X: Let the White Man stay white! Notes on the Sun Ra tradition from the other side of time!
Black Arts Movement poet/playwright Marvin X and BAM Master Sun Ra outside Marvin's Black Educational Theate, Fillmore District, San Francisco, 1972. Sun Ra arranged the music for Marvin's musical version of his play Flowers for the Trashman, renamed Take Care of Business, 1972. Both taught in the Black Studies Department at University of California, Berkeley, 1972. Sun Ra's UCB lectures are on Youtube in four parts. Marvin's archives were acquired by the Bancroft Library, UC Berkeley. . 


It is the greatest Black historian, Joel A. Rogers, who best demonstrated the pervasiveness and most profound degree African blood infused Europeans (see his many works). Of course these days, most people with a modicum of intelligence submit to the fact the human race originated in Africa which includes Asia. Fantastic Negritos (the little Blacks or aboriginals) have been found throughout the world, Europe, Asia, the Americas and most islands of the seas.

As per any pure Europeans in America, how can this be possible after 400 years of miscegenation? Did not the founding fathers have a field day enjoying the  sexual pleasures of enslaved African women, men and children, including sex with their own interracial children, after which they sold their children at market rate on New Year's Day, the most dreaded day in the life of kidnapped African enduring the American slave system (Ed Howard term). New Year's Day was the slave auction day, when mates, mothers,fathers and children, were paraded on the auction block and sold down the river to the highest bidder. Again, the products of the slave master's lust and incest were sold as well, such was the heartless soul of the master who sold his chattel real (personal property as opposed to real estate, if I may correct W.E.B. DuBois who said we were real estate).

So any notion of pure European Americans or pure North American Africans is mostly poppycock, with the exception of those Gullah/Geeche North American Africans who lived on the isolated South Carolina, Georgia islands and maintained a certain degree of purity in their bloodline even down to today.

As per European Americans, I recall reading an article in the 60s in Liberator Magazine that claimed there were 60 million Europeans who were in fact North American Africans since the rule was one drop of Black blood made the European a nigger or shall we say African!

In light of the above, how many European Americans can claim racial purity? Alas, we think it is not so much their desire to claim racial purity but rather to cling to mythological notions of whiteness that, in the words of James Baldwin, "has led them to rationalizations so fantastic it approaches the pathological!"

Yes, pathological, a break with reality. They are infused with African blood, yet they adamantly desire to claim total whiteness. Even in the interracial North, European mothers married to North American African man, will yet desire their mixed-race children to identify with their whiteness, even when their children have pronounced African features. So this is a psycho-mythological conundrum that forces the children into the tragic mulatto syndrome and trauma best decried by Prince, "Am I Black, am I White?"

Of course, there are those who say the race issue is in fact a class issue, especially as per racial hatred. And it is true the class problem between North American Africans and poor whites was a divide and conquer technique used by the slave owning class and later capitalists to keep the former Africans yet trapped in the American Slave System (E.Howard term) and keep the poor whites enduring minimum wages. The racial myths were exploited by the ruling class to divide and conquer the socalled emancipated Africans and the poor whites. Also, in my travels in the South, I was told repeatedly the ruling class Europeans treat the poor whites worse than they treat us North American Africans. Naturally, their wretched lower class condition made them jealous and envious of us and propelled the poor whites to join the KKK, most often led by, yes, ruling class whites!

As per class, we would think both oppressed groups would unite at some point. But so often the demagogues  intervene and make such class unity impossible by fanning the flames of racial hatred with propaganda that Blacks want their jobs or their women or both and more, whatever more is!

And yet, the supreme irony is revealed in the classic poem of Bay Area poet Paradise Jah Love, in his poem They Love Everything About You But You!" And this goes for all classes and ethnic groups that are non-African/Black:

Poet Paradise Jah Love reading his classic They Love Everything About You But You!
photo credit Daniela Kantorova

Let me give a rough paraphrase of his poem, and may Paradise forgive me for butchering his classic poem.
They love the black meat
love the black beat
love the black night
love the black might
love the black earth
love the black space
love the black sex
they love everything about you
but you
love the black neighborhood
but not the black neighbor
love the black woman
but not the black man
they love everything bout you but you....
love the black skin
love the black tan
love everything bout you but you....

This love/hate relationship of Europeans toward Africans is universal and trans-class, from right, left,liberal/conservative, revolutionary/reactionary. We have held events with my liberal white patrons with sincere hearts but could not deal with the bold, radical sisters who had to check the white sisters at every turn who wanted to dominate is the best tradition of white supremacy addiction.

Is this not why SNCC told the liberal whites to go home to their people and help them recover from their addiction to white supremacy--which they never did and thus is the reason we are at the present precipice, about to descend into the chasm of darkness and dread! After all, the liberal whites had not themselves recovered from their addiction to white supremacy, thus they could not help their families. So ignorant were they that their liberal psychosis blinded them from seeing the utter trauma of their poor white brothers and sisters who had no choice but to cling to their vestiges of white nationalism. It was not solely a reaction to the first Black President, rather, a reaction to the hopelessness of their mythological notions of white supremacy!

Can one imagine the white psychological trauma of absorbing the reality of a nigguh in the White House? Can one then imagine the most urgent psychological need to flip the script and return their mental equilibrium to the status que of, yes, the White House and the House of White Nationalism.
And yet, the tragedy is that Obama was as much a white nationalist as any KKK in the South, except he did so in Globalist terms and actions. Did he not have a list of people he murdered around the world on a weekly basis? Is this the agenda of the first Black President?

Por favor, North Americans were so duped with the idea of the first Black President (and I among them--and my revolutionary brothers kicked my ass for thinking he was other than an imperialist--and in the end they were ideologically correct--thank you Lil' Joe, et al).

Thus, we are totally overwhelmed with the utter shock and awe at Trump and Trumpitis, i.e., the sudden surprise in the minds of certain white people that their lower class brothers and sisters are clinging to white nationalism, as if the alt-left is not themselves guilty of left-wing white supremacy. Alas, were not those Democratic Party sycophants guilty of supporting the Hillary Clinton crime machine of global white nationalism with its multi-cultural vicissitudes? How could one be for Hillary after all her global iniquities with the Russians, Saudi Arabia, and her worse slime ball activity with the rape of Haiti? Let us not say nothing of her worship of Margaret Sanger and her black baby death dealing abortion program that morphed into Planned Parenthood?

And so, let us get to why we must let white people stay white!

let white people stay white
the little white they have left
let them stay white
in the day
in the night
stay white white people
love yr selves white
chinese chinese
mexicans la raza la raza la raza
white people stay white
just don't hurt black brown yellow
be white
imagine in yr fantasy
you won the civil war
in yr mind white beyond reality you won
fly yr flag
adore your statues of yr civil war heroes
we may and will tare them down but
they are your heroes of defeat
are you that sick
enjoy yourself
the South won in your sick mind
you found the to black slavery again
prisons
jails
prisons
under USA Constitution
rejoice
slavery makes you happy
how long will this go on
how long
say the song
how long
masquerade
parade
through streets
with sheets and guns
enjoy yr fun
just know we ain't in yo show
we free and die to be
we free
and die to be!
--Marvin X
Black August
2017


Let us conclude with the notion that all peoples have the right to be what they consider the mythological notion of themselves, whether fantasy or reality. If they desire to be European white nationalists or African Black Nationalists, let them do so as long as they do not cause harm to anyone. If they cry La Raza la raza la raza, let them do so as long as they do not harm others. We Africans have the human right to cry in the words of our hero Marcus Garvey, "Africa for the Africans, those at home and those abroad! One God, one aim, one destiny!"

When Jews cry, "We are the chosen people of God," let them do so in their mythological fantasy, along with the Chinese who said, "God is the Chinese people!"

There are those who don't want to see the Confederate flay fly. As per North American Africans, I say, fly your flag, the Red, Black and Green and assert your nationhood. You shall have enough work to do in this endeavor and will have little time to worry about the European flags, including the stars and stripes and the Confederate flag.

If you must consume your time deconstructing symbols of the Civil War and Jim Crow, do so but just know, you must establish monuments of your heroes and sheroes. And remember ancestor Amiri Baraka's poem:
Wise I

    WHYS (Nobody Knows
    The Trouble I Seen)
   
Traditional

If you ever find
yourself, some where
lost and surrounded
by enemies
who won't let you
speak in your own language
who destroy your statues
& instruments, who ban
your omm bomm ba boom
then you are in trouble
deep trouble
they ban your
own boom ba boom
you in deep deep
trouble

humph!

probably take you several hundred years
to get
out!