Monday, March 12, 2018

Coming Soon, a new film straight outta Oakland: Marvin X Driving Miss Libby

Coming soon to a theatre near you
Marvin X Driving Miss Libby
A tragi-comedy
written, directed and produced by 
Marvin X
copyright (c) 2018 Marvin X

Marvin X and Oakland Mayor Libby Schaaf at Laney College BAM 50th Celebration
photo Jahahara Alkebulan Ma'at

Dialogue from trailer

Scene opens with Marvin X and Miss Libby at car. He opens back door.
Get in Miss Libby.
You’re taking me to City Hall, right?
Yes, ma’am, but we going the long way. Need to talk with you.
Marv, I need to get to work. I have appointments!
I’ll get you there soon enough. Let’s ride through the hills, check out the view.
(Inside the car. Leaning on the front seat, pleading.) I don’t have time, Marv.
Ain’t you the mayor? They can wait!
(He drives off toward a view of Oakland flatlands and bay, pulls up.)
Ok, be quick. What’s up?
What’s up? What’s up? White gul, you done fucked up!
(Acting innocent) What do you mean, Marv?
White gul, you know damn well what I mean! Don’t act dumb. You done put all eyes on Oakland
playing a goddamn spotter for the Mexican Mafia. What the fuck is wrong with you, white gul. I
thought I taught you better than doing some stupid shit like that. Thought I told you to stop taking
advice from Gov. Moonbeam, but you can’t help it, huh?
Oh, Marv, don’t be so hard on me. You sound like my husband. I’m just doing what I think is right,
that’s all.
You a goddamn lie.
Honest, Marv. You know I’m a very sound thinker.
You don’t sound too sound to me. Got that cracker AG Sessions bout to indict yo ass. How sound
is that, white gul.
Would you please stop calling me white gul?

What you want me to call you, Miss Ann?
Mayor Libby would be fine. Or just Libby.
Forget all this formal shit, white woman. Don’t bring heat on my town. This is my town, bitch. We
shed blood for this motherfucker. You got amnesia?
No, Marv, you’re right, I’m just standing in as we agreed.
Thank you.
But I’m just standing up for our citizens and other human beings in Oakland.
But you tipped criminals ICE was coming. That some crazy shit, Miss Libby.
(He gets out and let’s her out. They view the flatlands. Camera pans Bay.)
I tipped innocent people who have the human right to sanctuary in our city.
Bullshit, don’t play politricks with the immigrants.
I wouldn’t do that.
The hell you wouldn’t. Take a deep breath. (They inhale, exhale)
Nice day in the Bay, huh?

Yeah, but seriously, you gotta get me to City Hall.
To meet with them motherfuckin’ developers?
Well my ass.
Let’s go, Marv.
I ain’t finished with you, yet! (Takes her hand.) Look, you doing some dangerous shit just to get
Libby (Drops his hand) I’m serious, Marv., I’m standing up for what’s right.
The hell you are! You working on the Latino vote and you know it.
Don’t insult me Marv. I consider you a dear friend.
Well, as your friend, I advise you to stop trying to be a black panther, white gul! (They laugh, but
he is serious). You bring heat on the city and that ain’t cool. Not for the Latinos and it sure ain’t
helping us blacks. Did I hear you tell the media you willing to go to jail for the immigrants?
Yes and I meant it!
Well, I want you to take yo little thin white ass to Santa Rita County Jail for us, get these
motherfuckin racist pigs off our asses, get my people outta them goddamn tents. We didn’t shed
blood on these streets to end up in tents. I ain’t got nothing against the Dreamers but you know
black history. What happened on New Year’s Day every year Africans suffered in the American
slavery system? What happened, Miss Ann, excuse me, Miss Libby?
I know black history, Marv?
Well what happened?
New Year’s was the auction day, right?
Right, the day when children, men and women were bought and sold down the river, never to
see each other again. You think America really gives a fuck about these dreamers.
Well, I do.
Get in the car. I’m dropping you at Santa Rita Jail, let’s see if you Martin Luther King, Jr. in drag?
Let’s see if they got some bologna samishes ready fa yo ass.
(Opens door for her, then changes his mind)
Get in the front, bitch!
(He slams her door shut, hits rubber and speeds off, mumbles to himself)
What’d you say?
Don’t say nothing to me, I’m through wit yo ass.
Please, Marv, I’m sorry.
Naw you ain’t, you ain’t sorry, you pitiful! Miss Pitiful. Yo nuclear scientist husband need to
dispose of yo ass.
Don’t say that, Marv, I love my husband.
Don’t no politician love nobody and you know it better’n anyone. You faking the funk.
The car descends the hills into the flatland.
Hurry, Marv, I’m late for an important appointment.
Chill, bitch. I’m taking you to City Hall so you can do yo thang!
Thank you.
I know what to do with yo ass.
I’m gonna support Cat for Mayor. I’m telling you right now so it won’t be news to you.
Really, you would support Cat against me?
Yes, she’s a true trooper and you know she after yo ass, don’t you?
Of course. She’s a powerful woman and I respect her, I really do.
Well, we know you got Moonbeam backing you. But Cat got the people.
Well, it’ll just be a little cat fight, won’t it?
Yeah, two pussycats!
You know I need your support, Marv.
Naw, baby, you blew it.
Wasn’t I the first to support your Black Arts Movement Celebration in Oakland?
Didn’t I support your Black Arts Movement Business District?
Yes, but you haven’t done anything since it was proclaimed.
You haven’t asked me to do anything.
You’re right. I gave up on City Hall after your Council President faked on us. She scared to fly
the Red, Black and Green. I hate a weak bitch! She in bed with developers too. I swear, you
politicians are a motherfucker. (They arrive at City Hall, Jokes) Get out of my car! (He opens the door
for her. They embrace)
Kujichagulia, Marv!
Yeah, Miss Libby, Kujichagulia (She departs into City Hall, he drives off)

The End

This gave me all of the feels (and giggles) .... and I AM coming for her.

So much respect Baba Marvin


Cat Brooks

Executive Director, Justice Teams Network
Co-Founder, Anti Police-Terror Project
Co-Host, UpFront on KPFA Radio


A great, tremendous work!
--Dr. Fritz Pointer, Professor Emeritus/ Contra Costa College

A superb slice of history and analysis!--John Woodford, former editor of Muhammad Speaks and Michigan Today, Professor Emeritus University of Michigan

This latest book from Elder/Baba Marvin X is a classical rendition of resistance from captivity, a resound of nommo, kuntu, antebellum sermons, peculiar institutional complexity, trickster tales and the rebuke of playing in the darkness of white supremacy....
--Dr. Maurice Henderson
Fellow, University of Pennsylvania

Dr. Nathan Hare noted in his introduction, i.e., "...for all he has done on the merry-go-round of black social change, Marvin is still in the process of becoming." This may be the truest thing ever written about him and what better compliment for the accomplished than to be seen as becoming more than what they are!
--Dr. Ayodele Nzinga, founder, Lower Bottom Playaz Theatre, Inc.

With respect to Marvin X, I wonder why I am just now hearing about him—I read Malcolm when I was 12, I read Amiri Baraka and Sonia Sanchez and others from the BAM in college and graduate school—why is attention not given to his work in the same places I encountered these other authors? Declaring Muslim American literature as a field of study is valuable because recontextualizing it will add another layer of attention to his incredibly rich body of work.

He is sexist as all get out, in the way that is common for men of his generation and his radicalism, but he is refreshingly aware of that and working on it. It's just that the work isn't done and if that offends you to see a man in process and still using the 'b' word, look out!

--Dr. Mohja Kahf, University of Arkansas

Introduction by Dr. Nathan Hare

With the return of “white nationalism” to the international  stage and the White House and new
threats of nuclear war, the black revolutionary occupies a crucial position in society today. Yet a
black revolutionary of historic promise can live among us almost unknown on the radar screen,
even when his name is as conspicuous as Marvin X (who may be the last to wear an X in public
view since the assassination of Malcolm X).
This semblance of anonymity is due in part to the fact that the black revolutionary is liable to
live a part of his or her life incognito, and many become adept at moving in and out of both
public and private places sight unseen. For instance, I didn’t know until I read Marvin X’s  
“Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter” that when he put on a memorial service for his comrade
and Black Panther leader Eldridge Cleaver, 1998, he was unaware that Eldridge’s ex, Kathleen
Cleaver, had traveled from the East Coast and slipped into the auditorium of the church with
her daughter Joju. As one of the invited speakers I had noticed her curiosity when I remarked
that I had been aware of Eldridge before she was (he and I /had had articles in the Negro History
Bulletin in the spring of 1962) and had met her before Eldridge did, when I was introduced to her
while she was working with the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee at Tuskegee institute,
but luckily for Eldridge I was happily married to the woman who years later would escort Kathleen
around San Francisco in what I recall as a failed search for a black lawyer to take his case when he
returned from exile in France.
Like many other persons across this promised land, I also thought I knew Marvin X. I can clearly
recall seeing him walk into the offices of The Black Scholar Magazine, then in Sausalito, with a
manuscript we published in the early 1970s. However, his reputation had preceded him. For one
thing, then California Governor Ronald Reagan had publicly issued a directive to college administrators at UCLA and Fresno State University to get Angela Davis and Marvin X off the campuses and keep them off. The Fresno Bee Newspaper quoted Reagan as he entered the State College Board of Trustees meeting in his capacity as president of the board, "I want Marvin X off campus by any means necessary!"
Over the years I continued to encounter him: when he organized the First National Black Men’s
Conference, 1980, Oakland Auditorium, that drew over a thousand black men (without benefit of
media coverage) to pay their way into a conference aimed at getting black men to rise again.  I was
a member of his Board of Directors. I also attended a number of other conferences he organized,
such as the Kings and Queens of Black Consciousness, San Francisco State University, 2001, and the
San Francisco Black Radical Book Fair, 2004, as well as productions of his successful play, “One Day
in the Life,”  with a scene of his last meeting with his friend, Black Panther Party co-founder, Dr. Huey
P. Newton, in a West Oakland Crack house.
I will never forget the time he recruited me and the seasoned psychiatric social worker, Suzette
Celeste, MSW, MPA, to put on weekly nighttime workshops in black consciousness and strategies
for “overcoming the addiction to white supremacy.” On many a night I marveled to see him and
his aides branch out fearlessly into the gloom of the Tenderloin streets of San Francisco and bring
back unwary street people and the homeless to participate in our sessions, along with a sparse
coterie of the black bourgeoisie who didn’t  turn around or break and run on seeing the dim stairway
to the dungeon-like basement of the white Catholic church.
But when I received and read Marvin’s manuscript, I called and told him that he had really paid his
dues to the cause of black freedom but regretfully had not yet received his righteous dues.
As if to anticipate my impression, the designer of the book cover has a silhouetted image of Marvin,
though you wouldn’t recognize him if you weren’t told, in spite of the flood lights beaming down on
him from above like rays directly from high Heaven, as if spotlighting  the fact that Marvin ‘s day has
You tell me why  one of the blackest men to walk this earth, in both complexion and consciousness, is
dressed in a white suit and wearing a white hat; but that is as white as it gets, and inside the book is
black to the bone, a rare and readable compendium of Marvin’s unsurpassed struggle for black
freedom and artistic recognition.
Black revolutionaries wondering what black people should do now can jump into this book and so
can the Uncle Tom: the functional toms find new roles for the uncle tom who longs for freedom but
prefers to dance to the tune of the piper; the pathological tom, whose malady is epidemic today, as
well as the Aunt Tomasinas, can be enlightened and endarkened according to their taste in this literary and readable smorgasbord.
“Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X” is a diary and a compendium, a textbook for
revolutionary example and experience, a guide for change makers, a textbook for Black Studies
and community action, including city planners who will profit from his proposals and experiences
in his collaboration with the mayor and officials of Oakland to commercialize and energize the inner
city, with a Black Arts Movement Business District (BAMBD) that could be the greatest black cultural
and economic boon since the Harlem Renaissance.  No longer just talk and get-tough rhetoric, his
current project is cultural economics, Oakland’s Black Arts Movement Business District, an urban
model evolving in real time in the heart of downtown Oakland, where people like Governor Jerry
Brown once tried their hand before they turned and fled back into the claws of the status quo.

I can’t say everything is in this book, just that it reflects the fact that  Marvin, for all he has done on
the merry-go-round of black social change, is still in the process of becoming.
Readers from the dope dealer to the dope addict to the progressive elite, the Pan African
internationalist, the amateur anthropologist, the blacker than thou, the try to be black,
the blacker-than-thous, the try to be white (who go to sleep at night and dream they
will wake up white) and other wannabes; in other words from the  Nouveau Black to the
petit bourgeois noir and bourgie coconuts, “Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X”
is a fountainhead of wisdom, with a fistful of freedom nuggets and rare guidance in resisting
oppression or/and work to build a new and better day.
Dr. Nathan Hare

 Dr. Nathan Hare, Father Black and Ethnic Studies, with his student, Marvin X
photo Adam Turner 

Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X
Introduction by Dr. Nathan Hare
Black Bird Press, Oakland, April, 2018
limited edition, signed
500 pages
Pre-publication discount price $19.95
pay by credit card, 510-200-4164
Marvin X is now available for interviews and
readings coast to coast.

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