Monday, March 29, 2021
I saw a man named George Floyd murdered today on the morning news
I saw a man named George Floyd Murdered today
It hurt me to my heart
not sure I will recover
beyond pain trauma toxicity reality
I can't believe evil exists in this land
yet how was it conquered with love
or blood
soaking the land from shore to shore
and we pontificate on freedom, justice, equality
what contradiction is this what pseudo democracy
what lies, falsehoods taught to children and fools
slaves even devoured this garbage worse than slave food
fed to animals and slaves
daily diet of hog food yet me ate it and came up on filth
and you wonder why we suffer multiple morbidities
why our central nervous system suffers toxicity
why Covid 19 loves us so much
yeah loves us in our negrocities and toxicities
you don't want to hear me today or tomorrow.
And do you think I care? You have no heard me in centuries!
No matter the decades you
wallowed in denial in your sloth and mental slumber
white privilege from accumulated capital. Did you deny
your inheritance from your ancestors? No, you enjoyed every
check to be your wretched self in all your spender.
I saw a man named George Floyd murdered today
under the color of law
on the morning news
Lawyer Blackwell showed the video clip
he opened his remarks as prosecutor
I'd seen versions of the video before
last year when the murder happened
four days before my birthday May 29
How could I enjoy my b day
in trauma shock at another crucifixion
Strange Fruit
Remember that song
"How Long has this been going on?"
I remember Emit Till 1955
Money Mississippi
I was at Lowell Jr. High, Oakland
the brothers beat down poor white trash boy
so poor he went to school with niggas
probably so poor he didn't know he was white
but I watched the brothers beat him down
with each blow they said
This fa Emit Till peckerwood
This fa Emit Till peckerwood
Yes, I felt sorry for the poor peckerwood
so poor he didn't even know he was white
so poor he went to a school with all niggas!
Ain't this a crime against humanity?
But when a Cali nigga went to the dirty south
they taught me one thing
poor white trash is treated worse than a nigga
and a nigga aint shit
last time I checked
imagine you less than shit
But fuck all the above
I saw a man named George Floyd murdered this morning
Blackwell presented his case for the state
for the first time I saw a fuller version of the execution
under the color of law
pig hand in pocket
boot on neck
no human feelings
devil to the bone
George cried I can't breathe
Cried for his Mama
Cried for Lord
to no avail
wow!
boot on neck.
silent now
dead now
still
boot on neck
pig beyond human
beyond pig
where was he?
Tell me
I want to know
world wants to know
where was he
Defense said George on drugs
If George on drugs
what drugs pig on, tell me
in the name of Jesus, Allah, Jah, Buddha
On, no, not the white drug of supremacy
what made the pig nod out in his world of nothingness
hatred beyond human imagination
what drug beyond opioid fentanyl
drug addict George wasn't trying to kill
he only had a phony twenty dollar bill
He wanted a pack of cigarettes
not to kill
except to kill the pain of his black matterless life!
Better ax somebody they say in Houston, TX
Projects of George Floyd
A human being in a world of devils
yes, I said it devils
devil pig devil America
devil day and night
devil Left and Right
devil
Elijah said devil!
In jr high at Lowell
used to listen on the radio to Elijah
upstairs at the Masonic Hall on 8th and Union, Oakland
Daddy gambling downstairs
In my room past room on the square at the lodge
I caught Elijah on the raggedy radio
the press asked him why he called whites devils?
He said devils do evil
If you do evil you devil!
Remember now
I'm in jr high at Lowell, Oakland
the press asked what he thought about Dr. Ralph Bunche?
Elijah said, "There are some socalled negroes we don 't need.
Ralph Bunche is a socalled negro we dont need."
I confess Elijah scared me calling the white man the devil.
But I listened and today, this morning on the news, I confess
The white man is the devil!
I watched him kill my brother, then kept his foot on my brothers neck
even after my brother had passed on from this life.
I do not understand the evil of devils.
I do not understand the evil of devils.
I do not understand the evil of devils.
--Marvin X
3/29/21
Sunday, March 28, 2021
Flowers for the Trashman
Flowers for the Trashman
My dad had flower man hands
Soft gentle rough tough
"hands were tender
tied bows in my ponytails.
Before it was popular
black men doing their little daughters hair
daddy did me and Ann’s every summer! Lol."
--Debbi Jackmon
Withstand thorny Rose hands
Hands talked to plants
Put flowers on the dead hands
Took me with him
To flower the dead
Wouldn't let me stay in car
Guess he wanted me to see the dead
Overcome fear of death
Made my hands touch dead
Hands cold stiff
Dad stood bleeding heart
Of roses beside casket
And we Departed
I grabbed his hand.
--MARVIN X
3/27/21
Friday, March 26, 2021
Thursday, March 25, 2021
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Marvin X Experience, part 3, 6:1/2 hours
Marvin X's Magnum Opus or Great Work, a ten part series of his life and work
in the black arts and black liberation movement. He thanks all those warriors and artists who performed with him over the half century of his ministry in the arts and liberation movement. Thank you all who sacrificed your talent and energy to the freedom of our people, to truth and beauty.
--Marvin X
The Outlaw, Draft #1
OUTLAW MAGAZINE
ISSUE 1, NO. 1, Spring 2021 Donation $10.00
The Mythology of Pussy and Dick
In this issue we deconstruct Black male/female and gender relations in the global village
in the MeToo Era
Feature story: Marvin X on Ageism and the Mythology of Pussy and Dick
ContentsThe Mythology of Pussy and Dick
The MeToo Movement and Harvey Weinstein
Don't Say Pussy
You Don't Know Me
What is Love
Why I gotta be a bitch cause I don't wanna give you my pussy?
Ageism or Old men and Young girls, Marvin X interviewed by KPOO Radio's Pam Pam
Monday Love Poem
After da nut den what poem
Parables
A Real Woman
The Pit Bull
The Gangsta
Woman in the box
The Baby carriage
Dialogue: Should Prostitution be legalized?
Dialogue: Deconstruction of Bitch
Dramatic script: Polygamy in the Name of Love
Love letter to gay and lesbian youth
Review of Baby Boy
Review of Fences
Review of Black Panther as Afrofuturism
Tuesday, March 23, 2021
Parable of Crack History
Parable of Crack History
No matter the life we have lived, no matter how negative or positive, the beauty of it all is that we survived to see another day. We may have seen our women transition, our children, best friends, parents, siblings, yet we are still here and too often we wonder why? Don't wonder, except the beauty of each day you are blessed to enjoy. Did not Jesus tell you the birds and bees don't worry about tomorrow? They get up with the morning sun and get busy. Don't you hear them chirping with the rising of the sun?
Why not be as the birds bees? Get up and get busy in the new day God has blessed you to enjoy. Recall those days when you had to hustle, yet you came up day after day, though you began each day with nothing, on zero, yet you came up when you got up and did something for yourself. Yes, you hustled and were blessed each and every day. On what day did God fail you? Not one day when you took that step and He took ten in your behalf? If I am lying, tell me I am lying but I tell you the truth I lived day after day after day as a hustler.
The hustling life is so beautiful because it teaches you to have faith in yourself and you shall be successful. The Hustler's Wisdom teaches you to get up and get busy like the birds. Tell me, was there any day in your hustling life that you did not come up when you got up and got busy with whatever vehicle you had to work your twist?
Remember the night you only had a toilet seat to work but you worked it to get your five dollar hit?
When you ran out of Homeless Papers did you not sell toilet paper or any paper to come up? Better ax somebody!
What about the niggas styling and profiling at Fisherman's Wharf who passed you and refused to give you a donation because they said you had more money in your hand than they had (and you did only put twenty dollar bills in your hand to hustle with because you knew if you had only twenties in your hand, ain't no motherfucker gonna give you a dollar donation. This way you could come up in an hour or two, and your did. You made $400.00 a day hustling the homeless paper and if you ran out of it, you sold any paper you could find, including toilet paper.
Niggas passed you and said they wasn't going to give you a donation because you had on a starched shirt and jeans with a crease, and you did and didn't give a fuck if they didn't give you shit. You were a hustler with class.
Remember the night a white man got out of his limo in Union Square at the Saint Francis Hotel and you tried to hustle him? What did he tell you? "Nigger, you got on a starched shirt, nigga. If you want a donation from me you better go home and take off that starched shirt!" What you tell that white? "White ma, kiss my black motherfuckin ass!"
Yes, your arrogant bastard ass made San Francisco make laws against aggressive panhandling. It was because of the brothers begging for quarters with their stylophone cups (of which I never hustled with a cup in my hand, and furthermore, if someone gave me a quarter, I would through it at them as they passed--although, many times I would have ten or twenty dollars in quarters at the end of my hustle, although the dope man didn't want you to come to him with change and might not serve you if you came with change. He might not serve you until you came back with dollar bills or might threaten to shot your ass if you came improper again.
Let me close with the best time I had with a Crack ho. We hooked up in a Tenderloin hotel room but we had powder and needed to cook it into rock but my buddies were not at home in the room across from me and my girl. My buddies had the equipment to rock the Crack but since they were not home, me and my girl had no choice but to sniff the cocaine so we did, and it took us all night as opposed to a short time if we'd had the crack. So we sniffed and sucked and fucked and had the best time in my twelve years as a crack head, except for one time with the brothers.
Once this occasion I was in the room with brothers, but the difference was that we all had our own dope so nobody was tripping, so we talked for hours on brotherhood issues and it was beautiful. Brothers talking with brothers, and this didn't happen again until my last meeting with Huey P. Newton in a West Oakland Crack house that I wrote about in my play One Day in the Life, and the one act play Salaam, Huey Newton, Salaam, co-authored by Ed
Bullins, produced in New York by Woody King at his New Federal Theatre.
My last meeting with Huey was similar to my session with the crack ho without crack, and similar to the session I had with the brothers when we all had our own dope. My session with Huey was in a crack house in Oakland's Acorn Projects but it wasn't about crack. We talked revolution that was not on the usual agenda in the crack house. But, as you will see from the script, our conversation was more important than drugs and I am happy we had the conversation that transcended drugs. You must read the script and make up your own mind.
But as per drugs, we probably would not have made revolution without drugs and alcohol (and sex). Imagine the pressure we were under, and I mean all Black people, whether Panthers, Muslims, Socialists, Communists, Cultural Nationalists, workers, lumpen, et al. And don't leave out those in the Civil Rights Movement, from MLK, Jr. on down who needed to medicate themselves from the stress of the USA Cointelpro program and other agencies out to destroy our liberation movement. Imagine, we were mostly young people subjected to all the forces of the USA apparatus out to prevent, in the words of FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover, "The rise of a black messiah." And he meant no matter big or small, no matter in a city or country town.
For example, when I was invited to teach at Fresno State College, 1969, after Governor Ronald Reagan got involved as president of the State College Board of Trustees, he ordered me removed by any means necessary, and at the same time ordered the removal of Angela Davis from teaching at UCLA, 1969. Gov. Reagan wanted Angela out because she was a black Communist and wanted me out because I was a Black Muslim who refused to fight in Vietnam.
continued
Marvin X
3/23/21
Monday, March 22, 2021
The Bandung Conference and the Deconstruction of Afro-Asian Violence
Toward the Deconstruction of Afro-Asian Violence
Let us begin at the Bandung Conference that Malcolm X talked bout, that conference which brought together the Afro-Asian world of colonized people to begin the stride toward decolonization. And the process necessitated non-alignment or the disassociation from the imperialist world and the communist regimes. Yes, the Afro-Asian peoples came together in unity for their interests, transcending the Left and Right agendas of the socalled cold war powers originating from World War II and colonialism. The 50th and 60s brought about the liberation of many colonized peoples throughout the world, e.g., Africa, Asia and Latin America.
At the 1955 Bandung Conference, the colonized peoples or recently liberated peoples came to a consensus that they would not be slaves of the East or the West, but non-aligned. They came to a consensus that they shall stand independent of global ideologies no matter what persuasion, left or right, capitalist or communist.
The Bandung ideology persisted through decades of global strife, especially as the decolonized nations strived towards freedom, although, in truth, few achieved their goal of national liberation. Most became stuck in the quagmire of neo-colonialism. Kwame Nkrumah said it best in numerous books and essays, e.g., Neo-Colonialism, the last stage of imperialism. He told us how the imperialists play possum with their sham independence, including the education of a colonial elite (black studies tenured Africans and negroes), a national anthem but an European controlled economic system with the Afro and Negro Europeans programmed to worship all things white in the night and in the day.
So let us go then into Covid 19. Let us note psychology 1A teachers us about misplaced aggression. So we must understand the truth of Covid 19, not the fake news from the right or left. If truth be told, we understand Covid 19 begin in a lab at the University of Texas, Austin, then transferred to a lab at the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill, then arrived at Wuhan, China. Of course we don't accept the mythology that from the Wuhan lab Covid 19 somehow arrived at a market and a bat was infected that infected the world, yes, world, world, world.
No matter, the globalists had been hatching a germ warfare agent for decades, suddenly Covid 19 appeared and the pandemic was on. The immediate response was to blame the Chinese but those with a modicum of knowledge are fully aware the Chinese work in tandem with the Globalists, i.e., European and American Globalists, technocrats, and most especially Democratic Party leaders and sycophants, i.e., Democratic Socialists.
It matters not to the Chinese, Democratic Party, Democratic Socialists, or any other sycophants on the left, or right for that matter, how many Black people suffer death as a result of Covid 19.
But, it matters to a certain segment of North American Africans that so many of their peoples were suffering as the result of the Covid 19 germ warfare. Oh, shit, yes, I said, germ warfare. Yet, I do not put the total blame of the Chinese since I have clear evidence this germ warfare is a conspiracy that transcends race and ethnicity.
But having said this, does one think in the minds of North American Africans, there does not exist the thought that possibly the Chinese are responsible for the death of their loved ones?
Surely, it is possible in our communal mental trauma and unresolved grief that we would suffer misplaced aggression and attribute our woes solely to the Chinese? No matter that the origin, I repeat, morphed from American labs at the University of Texas, Austin, and the University of North Carolina, Chapel Hill, North American Africans are in such grief and suffering that they cannot distinguish China from America, and most certainly a combination thereof.
In my conclusion, I revert to the 1955 Bandung Conference of Afro-Asian Unity, and I call upon all conscious peoples in the Third World to recognize our bonds of unity in the blood of colonialism, to gather our mental equilibrium and not be swayed by pseudo-Asian racism when we know the real enemy is beyond color, class and caste, beyond gender.
Let us know act in ways ignorant of the deep motions in the ocean of our liberation. IFI. the Chinese are not our enemy, nor other Asians. In truth, we are our own worst enemy, nobody else, not the white man, brown or yellow man.
What are we told about the greatest Jihad, "The Greatest Jihad is to win your own soul!"
--Marvin X/El Muhajir
3/22/21
Master Sun Ra, Marvin X and the Low Down Dirty Truth!
Master Sun Ra, Marvin X and the Low Down Dirty Truth
Marvin X, Poet, Playwright, Producer and Master Sun Ra, Father of BAM and Afrofuturism
at Marvin X's Black Educational Theatre, San Francisco, 1972. Sun Ra and Marvin lectured in Black Studies at UC Berkeley, 1972. Black Educational Theatre was X's off campus classroom. At BET, Sun Ra and his Myth-Science Arkestra arranged music for X's Take Care of Business, performed at the Harding
Theatre, a five hour concert without intermission, written, directed and produced by Marvin X, Music by Sun Ra, Choreographers Raymond Sawyer and Ellendar Barnes.
University of Chicago Sun Ra Conference on Astro Black Mythology and Black Resistance, 2015
Marvin X reading at University of Chicago Sun Ra Conference, 2015
photo Burrell Sunrise (Let us pray for him at this hour)
Symposium on Afrofuturism at University of Chicago, 2015
Sun Ra Arkestra at the SF Jazz Festival, under the leadership of Marshall Allen
photo Adam Turner
My beloved ancestor Master Teacher Sun Ra taught me, "The people don't want the truth, they want the low down dirty truth." He chided me, more specifically, chastised me, even better, gave me a verbal ass whuppin' when he arranged the musical version of my BAM classic Flowers for the Trashman, renamed Take Care of Business, see TDR, edited by Ed Bullins, 1968. But when Sun Ra and his Myth-Science Arkestra scored the music for Take Care of Business and I deleted a sex scene, Sun Ra gave me a verbal ass whupping. "Maavin, you so right you wrong. People don't want the truth, they want the low down dirty truth and you took it out when you removed that scene. Stop trying to be so right." And he had told me earlier in our artistic relationship from coast to coast, but especially when we came together in the Bay Area to teach Black Studies at UC Berkeley and when he performed the music for Take Care of Business at my Black Educational Theatre, San Francisco, 1972, "And stop teaching your actors that freedom, justice and equality. Don't you see they are free? Look how wild and crazy your actors behave. All them people teaching freedom, justice and equality are dead, don't you see that? Yes, they dead, all those talking about Civil Rights, all they got were Civil Rites, and we get Civil Rites at the cemetery, yes, your last rites! Don't you see what I teach my band? I teach them discipline, not freedom, discipline. So stop ruining your actors and dancers with that freedom mess. Teach discipline. How do you think I was able to keep my band together for all these years? Discipline!" I dearly love and respect my Master Teacher, but as I said at the University of Chicago Sun Ra Symposium on Afrofuturism, "Yes, Sun Ra was the master of discipline, yet he was simultaneously the freest creative spirit in the world." Ironically, our dearly departed ancestor James Sweeney, Jr., said of myself, "Marvin X is the freest black man in non-free America." So I honor my mentor and associate Sun Ra for the wisdom he taught me as the grand master of the Black Arts Movement theatre. No one, in my mind, has come close to expressing the totality of the myth-ritual black arts movement theatre, not Amiri Baraka, August Wilson. Who encompassed music, dance, poetry, song, lights, sound, costume, ritual and myth, (Kemetic and scientifi, i.e., Afrofuturistic), than Master Sun Ra and his Myth-Science Arkestra that continues under the leadership of Marshall Allen, the 94 year old band leader?
If you caught the Arkestra's performance at the SF Jazz Center, you will admit Marshall Allen has taken the band to a higher level artistically, as per a tightened production with a higher level of costume design. Of course, the musician on the keyboards could not replace Master Sun Ra, but the overall performance indicated the Myth-Science Arkestra will indeed be around for Infinity. And for sure the band shall express the low down dirty truth of Master Sun Ra.
In truth, the Marvel film Black Panther, expressed Sun Ra's myth-science in the Hip Hop era, and let us not ignore the Afrofuturism of Octavia Butler, Mother of Afrofuturism. At the University of Chicago, the beautiful, highly intelligent women scholars educated me that Afrofuturism is the black term for the European term of science fiction. But as per my association with Sun Ra, Afrofuturism was not merely a linguistic matter but a functional matter in the deep structure of the esthetics of the North American African people.
--Marvin X
3/22/21
Saturday, March 20, 2021
Tuesday, March 16, 2021
Toward the Independent Black Mind and Agenda
Toward the independent black mind and agenda
Marvin X at the University of Chicago, 2015
photo Burrell Sunrise
My mentor, Ancestor Abdul Leroy James, used to say that we North American Africans have never enjoyed self determination or freedom of body, mind and soul. We have been proscribed by white supremacy thinking and actions. We don't know how to think as free human beings. I will add that until the black man and woman escape from the American plantation and enjoy being outside the big yard of the American Gulag, we are mental slaves, although our brothers and sisters suffer the same throughout the Pan African world. Imagine, when I was exiled in Mexico City and used to hustle books at the African and Caribbean embassies, the Jamaican diplomats told me they could not buy my black books because they couldn't take them home, even in their diplomatic bags. Did you hear what I said, they couldn't take black books home to a black nation if the books dealt with black consciousness.
And my brothers at the Ghanian Embassy weren't much different. They tried to convince me they preferred dealing with the British colonizer rather than the Russians Kwame Nkrumah preferred. Thus they were happy when he was overthrown and the British returned with their neocolonial policies.
In the modern era, Ngugi wa Thian'go best deconstructs the trauma and linguistic crisis of the African and Pan African, but most especially the African who can't even think or write in his Mother tongue under the neocolonial regimes. Such regimes are so programmed that the Kenyan police sought to arrest the fictional characters in his novel because they imagined they were real and must be captured, but they did find Ngugi and his wife to imprison and torture as voices of the opposition.
Let us have no illusion about a black or African face political leader, whether in African, the USA or the Caribbean, they are the same, white men in black face. I had to apologize to me revolutionary brothers who warned me and begged me not to get romantic about Obama running for president. They warned me to just look at Africa and the Caribbean with a plethora of white men in black face, presidents and prime ministers for life. They told me to recall the fate of Kwame Nkrumah, Patrice Lumumba and others. They told me to study Dr. C. Eric Williams in Trinidad, author of Capitalism and Slavery who became a victim of capitalism and slavery, or Forbes Burnham, Prime Minister of Guyana, with whom I interviewed for the Black Scholar Magazine and Muhammad Speaks, who turned out to be an agent for the C.I.A., since America preferred a Black Power government in Guyana, SA, than a Cuban style Marxist regime under the opposition party led by Cheddi Jeggan. Yes, Prime Minister Forbes Burnham gave refuge to Black Americans seeking freedom from US white supremacy, even brothers wanted by the USA. He gave jobs to black Americans in his government, e.g., Julian Mayfield as Minister of Information and Tom Feelings in the Ministry of Education, but he also killed Dr. Walter Rodney, one of our greatest Pan African intellectuals, e.g., How Europe Underdeveloped Africa, and enabled Rev. Jim Jones to commit mass murder of 900 mostly black people in the jungle of Guyana.
Was our first black president any better, who droned American citizens to death in Yemen who were never charged in court for suspected terrorist activities? So you prefer a black hangman to a white hangman? Por favor!
So we must discard our romantic illusions that a black face will save us, for it is at best (as a hip hop young man told me), "A white man dipped in chocolate!" Didn't Kwame Nkrumah tell us about Neo-Colonialism, the last stage of imperialism? You are given the flag, national anthem but the banks yet belong to Europe. Neo-colonialism, Nkrumah said, was merely colonialism playing possum!
Por favor, look at the migrants fleeing the richest continent in the world because of neocolonial politicians selling out their people and resources for a mess of pottage, the precious minerals that enable the world to talk on their cell phones saying nothing except in the words of Dr. E. Franklin Frazier, Black Bourgeoisie, perpetuating the world of make believe and conspicuous consumption.
Where is the black mind that shall lead us to true freedom and liberation in the present era, following our own agenda, not the pseudo black lives matter agenda of the globalists spouting anti-family toxic non-sense when we know our sojourn was about the destruction of the black family, thus our reconstruction as a people must and shall be about the unification of our families, yes, in the African tradition, not some demonic European construct devoid of male/female connection and love giving birth to children of freedom and liberation, not some retards and mutants from the European agenda, devoid of true male/female love as a natural phenomena of the natural world, not some ideological mutant to satisfy European intellectual stupidity. We must not be sycophants of any agenda but our own, and no amount of money shall alter our agenda derived from ancestor dreams and sacred traditions. Black Power Matters!
--Marvin X/El Muhajir
A poor righteous teacher
Hypocrisy at the US Southern Border and related matters
Hypocrisy at the US Southern Border and related matters
Marvin X at San Francisco's Ocean Beach, Cliff Club
photo Adam Turner
Walls! Walls! Walls! How did those so adamant about walls suddenly wall their capital with a plethora of National Guard troops after what we can only describe as a Turkey Fight on January 6? In our mind, that event at the capital was hardly an insurrection, perhaps a multi-pronged (joint Right/Left conspiracy as per usual when both sides in the D.C. political swamp come together for bilateral mutual benefit. Now Donald Trump may have reached his wit's end with the fabricated election or "selection" in the American tradition. Even the mentally retarded know Trump was the white reaction to Obama and Biden is the Left and Global reaction to Trump, the last white nationalist whom we may see again in 2024. But let's get to the wall and activities on the border. Ironically, America spends 700 billion dollars per year in defense of its national security, with military bases in hundreds of countries around the world, although she has not won a war since WWII that, in fact, the Russians were critical and lost millions of soldiers in the process toward victory. But the 700 billion dollar defense budget didn't make America secure on 9/11 and how can you secure your people with open borders allowing every unclean bird to drift across the border. We know open borders is an agenda item of the globalists, i.e., America technocrats, Chinese Communists, et al., mostly sycophants of the above, including the neo-Democratic Socialists in America. But if America listened to its poets, alas, Robert Frost said fences make good neighbors, the US might retreat from its open border agenda for future political hegemony. Clearly, with the fences around the US capital, not to mention the gated communities around the US politicos of every stripe, we see the hypocrisy of the Democratic party and its wing of Democratic Socialists.
And as per walls, since we have lived in Mexico and know the high walls that hide casas from the calles, and even when my revolutionary contact in Mexico City, artist Elizabeth Catlett Mora and husband Poncho, Communists tambien, lived behind a high wall that one could not see from the street as do most middle class people in Mexico.
I am thus horrified to hear the hypocrisy of the Left as per walls on the border, especially after the construction of the walled capital after the Turkey Fight insurrection. And was there not protests at the walled home of the Democratic leadership, ala Diane Finestein, et al., and has not our dearly President Obama constructed walls around his numerous compounds from Chicago, D.C. and Martha's Vineyard? Please fact check!
But more importantly is that we know Biden is Obama 3.0., and one need only consider the Biden team to confirm this fact. So as we know, the more things change the more they stay the same. I pray to see the 2024 election, will the Don return to claim his crown? Please note I am neither Democrat or Republican, but I must say in truth I appreciated filling my car up for $40.00 dollars under Trump that the recent gas price rise under the Democrat Biden. More importantly, it is common sense to secure one's border. Alas, during the Crack era when people in the hood allowed the drug gangs to enter their homes, it wasn't long before the drug gangs took over the homes and ran their drugs 24/7 with shifts like Ford Motors in Detroit. As we write, we see there is a crisis on the border, but to the benefit of the drug cartels and the Democratic party long rage agenda to seize power with immigrants and others voting without identification. How did we descend to a Banana Republic overnight or was it a long planned affair. We know there are no coincidences and much of what occurs has been long planned, although those will no concept of history and staged events are dumbfounded when events occur such as germ warfare, along with chemical warfare in the form of drugs, i.e., meth, fentanyl, opioids, et al., to contaminate the US and the global village in a soft coup in the best tradition of the Art of War that negates the 700 billion dollar defense budget of the USA against the new boy on the block, China, in league with its American technocrats and corporate sycophants for the billion plus Chinese market in tandem with Chinese and Asian cheap labor, no matter Muslim and Tibetan concentration camps producing goods for NIKE, Silicon Valley, European fashion designers, Black American rappers and athletes, et al.
Oh, hypocrisy, hypocrisy! And yet we perceive the economic motive is not the primary motive as radical economists would have us believe in their deconstruction of capitalism and its pseudo free trade mantra. We know fair trade is the just model for economics in the global village. But alas, the 1% have all the money already and the 99% have no chance of catching up with them. Imagine, it will take North American Africans 240 years to equal the wealth of white America! What chance do we have it the socalled equity dialogue. The devilists, yeah devilists, dispense 1.9 trillion and give the 99% $1,400 of their money, after all the US Treasury does belong to the consent of the governed last time I checked, although the people are made to believe they serve the government instead of the reverse. Por favor, the US treasury belongs to the people, not the politicians, yet they have programmed the people into accepting the scam that their money belongs to the politicians who dispense it at their will, beck and call, and we should be thankful for the $1,400 and be silent about the pork balance that goes to the political sycophants, i.e., corporations and teacher unions that have clearly demonstrated their agenda of mis-educating ghetto youth and the deaf, dumb and blind white youth as well.
We suppose the politicians imagine the 85 to 99% are as blind as Stevie Wonder and Ray Charles, although we know both these brothers see or could see with their third eye, thus could see better than the 85 to 99% deaf dumb and blind masses, black, white, brown and yellow. Listen to the Danger Zone by Ray Charles:
Look around and you will see what's troubling me
the danger zone is everywhere
read your papers and you will see
what's troubling me
the danger zone is everywhere....
--Ray Charles, The Danger Zone
And Stevie Wonder is so clear he has declared he is moving to Ghana to escape American white supremacy, not only for himself but his children and grandchildren. My daughter has done the same, she says, "They may not have electricity 24/7 in Ghana, but they don't have white supremacy, not 24/7. I am not followed around in expensive stores, restaurants and hotels in Ghana. I am black among my black people, and I am first class, not second class as I was in America, even after I achieved the highest level in corporate America."
My elders tell me we are in a situation worse than slavery. Yet, we have a plethora of black billionaires, but so what?
Didn't we have such wealthy Africans who benefited from the slave trade and whose families still benefit today from the accumulated capital as do European and American families?
America, stop your hypocrisy and foot dragging on the matter of reparations. As a down payment, we demand the US Treasury send a check immediately to every bonafide North American African of 1.4 Million dollars. What do they say in the hood? Money talks and bullshit walks. Whatever we do with the money is our business not yours, Whitey. Didn't you and your ancestors do what they wanted with the wealth they accumulated? So don't think about managing our reparations check. If we want to spend it on blond wigs and bleaching cream, it's our business. And who do you think programmed our minds to want blond wigs and bleaching cream, you motherfucker!
--Marvin X
Sunday, March 14, 2021
Fantastic Negrito 3rd Grammy
Oakland's Fantastic Negrito 3rd Grammy
Fantastic Negrito and Poet Marvin X
Photo Adam Turner
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Thursday, March 11, 2021
Parable of the poor man who lived a rich life
There was a poor man who lived like a rich man. His father said he was so smart he should have been a billionaire but he outsmarted himself. He grew up in his parents business and when he went to college declared business as his major but changed it to sociology and was awarded the A A degree in Sociology. From Oakland's Merritt College he transferred to San Francisco State University and majored in English/Creative Writing.He never thought that writing would keep him in poverty. He only knew he loved writing and nothing else. He knew his writing was not commercial and never intended it to be, and it never was. It was radical to the extreme and he intended it to be a vehicle to help free his people.When the college Drama Department produced his first play, he was thankful until they told him to tone it down. He refused and dropped out of college to establish his own theater in the Fillmore District of San Francisco, Black Arts West Theater with Ed Bullins Duncan Barber Hillary Broadous Ethna Wyatt and Carl Bossiere.BAW was not about money but freedom. It received no grants but became the critical theater in the black arts movement on the west coast and nation wide in the history of black arts and Liberation.When Eldridge Cleaver was released from Soledad Prison, he came to the Bay Area and connected with the poor man. But the real reason he came to the Bay Area was to connect with his lawyer Beverly Axelrod who smuggled his manuscript Soul on Ice out of Soledad Prison and it became a best seller. More importantly, he had promised to marry Beverly and upon released moved into her house in San Francisco.But when he connected with the poor man, he used his royalties from Soul on Ice to rent Victorianhouse on Broderick St that became the Black House, a political cultural center of the Bay Area Black radical community.Amiri Baraka and his pregnant wife Amina came to the house and described the poor man's room as Spartan in contrast with the high tech Speaker phone room of EC.The poor man shared his Spartan quarters with his partner from Black Arts West Theater, Ethna Wyatt, aka, Ethna X, aka, Hurriyah Asar.Amina Baraka recalls when whites tried to enter the Black House and a woman told Ethna she was white and Native American. Ethna replied,"The Native American can come in but the white got to go!"Years later a white woman from Canada became the patron of the poor man. She told him she might be poor but not as poor as him.A young lady told him he was the poorest famous person she'd ever met.Yes, he was poor but rich in spirit.His name was better than gold!When he called upon people to assist his projects, they answered without charging anything for their services.When he agreed to pay a VIP for his services, when the VIP arrived, he told the poor man he would not accept a penny for his services. He came to serve in the name of love. "Brother you can't give me a dime for doing this for you. I'm doing this for you for all the good you have done for our freedom struggle throughout the years, more than half a century!"The poor man was humbled, overwhelmed.Once he asked several VIPs to do a benefit for him. When they came at their own expense, people asked him how he brought them together? He said he used a device called the cell phone. A good name is better than gold!A VIP woman said, "When he calls you to do something, it is like the Lord calling you. When he says jump, you say how high?Men, especially rich men, were intimidated in his presence, even though he was the poorest man in the world. A rich man known for his self confidence told an audience the poor man was the most self confident man he'd ever met. Even though he was poor, many men felt insecure in his presence.Though poor, many could only take his wisdom for an hour or less. And even after an hour, people departed with a headache. A woman friend could only take him for a short while, even when he wined and dined her, she would not return for a month or two. She said she needed time to absorb his wisdom.One man said he was brutally honest. A young lady said he was blunt!Several wanted him to be a stand up comic though he never tried to be funny.He gave his knowledge freely, especially to those without money. Once a young man came to his stand at 14th and Broadway, downtown Oakland and wanted a book but didn't have money so the poor righteous teacher gave him a book. The young man took a few steps then stopped and broke down into tears. The poor man asked him what was the problem? The young man said no one had ever given him anything in his life.The poor man knew his mission was beyond money. Still people begged him to stop giving away his books and writings for free.Sometimes his rich patron would seize his books when they came off the press so the poor man would not give them away.His children told him to stop giving away his writings for free. One daughter said, "Dad, why would anyone pay for your writings when you post them daily on the internet?"Still, the poor man wrote daily because he loved to write and not for money or fame. He didn't care about awards and rewards, even though a good friend told him to go for the reward, i.e. the money!One elder told him to stay poor. It would keep him honest and truthful.Still people begged him to monitize and he knew they were right since he knew too often we focus on the show and forget the show business.The poor man simply could not focus on the business. He was absorbed with the show!He knew it takes money to produce a show, to pay actors, dancers, musicians, tech crew, front house, but he would let the Spirit come to him for such mundane matters. And the Spirit blessed him time after time.He knew time was money and money was time but time was more important to him than money. He treasured his time.His time was worth millions to him. A free man owns his time, thus he can create at his pleasure. Some men have millions of dollars but somebody else owns their time. They are not free men, they are slaves.The poor man treasured his time, time to think, write, produce. And he produced with no budget time after time. He loved that film Field of Dreams, e g., If you build they will come!--cont--MARVIN X3/10/21
Tuesday, March 9, 2021
Cornel West departs Harvard and the Street People poem by Marvin X
I'm glad my beloved brother and revolutionary comrade has departed that shithole called Harvard. His genius is far beyond the low information vibration mentality of Harvard. As per Black people, my mother told me, "Marvin, you don't need niggas, niggas need you!" I told Cornel West the same, "Cornel, you don't need Harvard, Harvard needs you!" Praise be to Allah you are gone from that rathole!
If streets could talk
If streets could talk
They would say damn
WTF mf
These people ain't people
We used to see
Up and down back forth
Night day
Not these people
Strange people
Street people
Suit and tie suite people
Job people rob people
Homeless tent people
Cardboard loving people
Street dope fiend people
Suite dope fiend people
Make daily run walk jog
Dog people
Love people ❤️
Hate people
Straight gay lez trans people
Holy ghost people
Catholic confession holy Mary Mother of God people
Muslim Muhammad people
Jewish chosen of God people
Yoruba Jah Rastafari people
Black Hebrew Israelite people
Noble Drew Ali Mo Science people
Walking talking praising praying
Down streets of joy hate love
We hold support embrace
The good bad ugly uggly
Saintified satanfied
They walk to and fro
Smiling frowning grinning shouting
Black lives matter
MAGA MAGA MAGA
La Raza la raza la Raza
Hotep
Alafia
Salaam akh ukhti
What's up dog
My nigga
My bitch
Street sounds abound
we streets listen
Streets cry
Look at our tears
Rolling down the street
We wonder
Can people do better
Is this really
The best they can do
We streets say no
They can do better
Love better ❤️
Hate better
Not for no reason
Kindergarten colors
WTF
Colors
Class
Caste
Illusions of the monkey mind
Guru Bawa said
illusions of the monkey mind
If streets could
We'd shut the fk up
Silencia por favor silencia
Calle dice
Nada mas!
--MARVIN X
3/9/21
Tuesday, March 2, 2021
Marvin X, Star Witness at Probate Court trial of his late Patron's estate, Abdul Leroy James
Marvin X
Star Witness at Probate Court trial of his late Patron's estate
Abdul Leroy James
Attorney Clinton Killian
Marvin X
photo Adam Turner
in solitude. Leroy and Larry were co-owners. The main house burned down in the Paradise fire but Marvin's apartment was untouched.
photo Adam Turner
After the Paradise fire that destroyed the main house, Marvin X stands in door of his Cherokee apartment that was untouched in the Paradise fire. Leroy James gave him this space to write five books in five years of solitude as he also healed from the death of his son, Darrell, 39 years old, and the transition of his estranged partner due to his drug abuse, Oakland High School English Teacher, Marsha Satterfield, 41years old RIP.
Shortly after Dr. Huey P. Newton was murdered on the streets of West Oakland, Marvin wrote a scene of his last meeting with Huey in a West Oakland Crack House. This scene became a one-act play by Marvin X and Ed Bullins and was produced in New York at Woody King's New Federal Theatre. The full length play of Marvin's addiction and recovery One Day in the Life, became a recovery community classic that Leroy James helped produce, beginning at the Uhuru House in East Oakland. Mayor Willie Brown invited the production to San Francisco where it was produced at the Bannam Place Theatre, North Beach, Lorraine Hansberry Theatre on theatre row in Union Square, and at Recovery Theatre, St. Boniface Church, in the Tenderloin. When the video version toured the east coast, Marvin treated his Patron and his partner, Paula, to accompany his tour.
Eldridge Cleaver and Alprintice Bunchy Carter
Leroy James supported the Oakland memorial service for Eldridge Cleaver, Marvin X officiated, 1998.
Kathleen Cleaver and the Cleaver's daughter, Joju, attended. Participants included Dr. Nathan Hare, Dr. Yusef Bey, Emory Douglas, Tarika Lewis, Imam Alamin, Minister Keith Muhammad, and Majeedah Rahman. When Eldridge and Marvin X were on Crack, Leroy James gave them one of his properties in the Oakland hills after they promised to write a book about Leroy. But it was a Crack lie to get money from Leroy as did many people. "In sha Allah, I shall write the book on my beloved Patron's life. Surely he did more good than evil, especially with the wealth that he acquired. We love you brother Abdul Leroy James. RIP!"
Marvin X Testifies
Yesterday, Oakland Attorney Clinton Killian prepared Marvin X to give testimony today as an impartial witness in the Probate Court trial of his late Patron, Abdul Leroy James' estate: Michaela Abdul, Contestant vs. Lauria E. Mozon, Respondent. Attorney Killian told Marvin X he had to hit a Hank Aaron home run. The matter being decided is whether Lauria E. Mozon was married to Abdul Leroy James. Marvin knew Leroy James since childhood when they grew up in West Oakland. Marvin was infatuated with his 6th grade classmate, Jackie Adams. Leroy was a friend of her younger brother. Many years later, Marvin and Jackie met at the funeral of Leroy's mother. At today's hearing, Marvin was questioned whether Lauria was at the funeral of Leroy's mother. The poet said he didn't recall her being present. Attorney Killian asked if Leroy ever referred to Lauria as his wife? Marvin said no. Throughout their long relationship, Leroy repeatedly told Marvin he didn't believe in marriage, although Lauria produced a marriage license, but it had Leroy's brother's name as the husband, Larry James, who has a wife. Apparently Leroy had no intention of marrying Lauria. He never told Marvin he had married Lauria. The poet told the court, "I was shocked to learn of this socalled marriage only after the death of my patron.
Attorney Killian began questioning Marvin on his background as a black radical writer. Marvin explained that he came from conscious parents who published a black newspaper when he was born, 1944, in Fowler, California, The Fresno Voice where his parents lived when he was born. His black consciousness was developed further when he attended Oakland's Merritt College, where his classmates were Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale, who would co-found the Black Panther Party, 1966.
Bobby Seale and Huey Newton, Co-founders of the Black Panther Party, 1966
"We all were influenced by the Afro-American Association, under the leadership of Attorney Donald Warden, aka Khalid Abdullah Tariq Al Mansour.
The parents of Vice President Kamala Harris met at Oakland's Afro-American Association
Vice President Kamala Harris's parents met at a session of the Afro-American Association that lead to the Black Panther Party, Black Arts Movement and Black Studies.
In the 70s, Marvin X reconnected with Leroy James and his brother Larry. Leroy, now a multi-millionaire real estate investor, became Marvin's patron and helped publish his books and helped finance Marvin's artistic productions and community social justice projects. In 1979, Marvin X was teaching English at the University of Nevada, Reno.
While at UNR, he was awarded two planning grants from the National Endowment of the Humanities to produce two conferences for the Reno Black Community. But when the Oakland Police killed his friend's brother, 15 year old Melvin Black, Marvin was urged to return to Oakland to help his friend rally the community to stop the monthly killing of black men. With the financial support of Leroy James, Marvin organized a rally attended by five thousand people at the Oakland Auditorium, and invited Minister Farrakhan as the keynote speaker.
Attorney Khalid Abdullah Tariq Al Mansour at the Melvin Black Forum on Human Rights, 1979,
financed by Abdul Leroy James, organized by Marvin X. During Al Mansour's speech that dragged on, the keynote speaker, Minister Farrakhan, called Marvin to the green room and told him if he didn't get Mansour off stage he was leaving for Chicago immediately. Marvin returned to the stage and snatched the mike from Mansour and gave it to Minister Farrakhan's Assistant Khalid Muhammad who brought on the Minister.
The AAA gave birth to the Black Panther Party, Black Studies and the West Coast Black Arts Movement, co-founded by Marvin X. His first writings appeared in the Student Magazine at Merritt and later in Soulbook, a radical publication of RAM or the Revolutionary Action Movement, headed by Robert F. Williams (Negroes With Guns) and Max Stanford.
Other speakers included Angela Davis, Eldridge Cleaver, Paul Cobb, Dessie Woods Jones, Khalid Abdullah Tariq Al Mansour, et al. Leroy offered one of his properties in the Oakland hills for Minister Farrakhan. Attorney Killian asked Marvin did Lauria attend the Melvin Black Forum on Human Rights? No, sir, Marvin said. What other events did Leroy help you produce? "In 1980 he helped me produce the Black Men's Conference at the Oakland Auditorium. He provided one of his properties for the Black Men's Conference office." Did Lauria attend the Black Men's Conference, asked Killian? No, sir. Did she ever visit the Black Men's Conference office? No, sir. Did she ever tell you she was Leroy's wife? No, sir.
Did he have other women? Yes, sir. Did he call these women his wives? No, sir. He didn't believe in marriage. Who were these other women? Marvin, "There was Joan, Paula, Kim, Doris, Nicole and others!" They lived at his various properties. Did Lauria know these other women? I don't think so. Did you visit the house where she lived? Yes. Did she ever tell you she was his wife? No, sir. Did he sleep in the master bedroom with her? No, sir. He usually slept on the coach in the living room.
"Marvin X, for five years, you lived on the ten-acre estate of Mr. James in Cherokee, Butte County. What did you do there for five years?" I wrote five books and healed from the loss of my son and a partner. "Did Lauria ever visit the estate?" No, sir, not that I recall. Did Paula visit the estate? Yes, sir.
What were the other productions Mr. James assisted you with, Marvin X? In 1998, he assisted me with the memorial service for Eldridge Cleaver. Did Lauria attend? No, sir. In 2001, he helped me produce the Kings and Queens of Black Consciousness at San Francisco State University. Did Lauria attend? No, sir, Paula and Leroy helped take ticket money at the door. In 2004, I produced the San Francisco Tenderloin Black Radical Book Fair.
Attorney Killian, "Did Lauria attend?" No sir, Paula did. He housed some of the participants at his house on Lake Chabot Road in Castro Valley. Did you ever stay at the house on Lake Chabot Road? Yes, sir. Did Lauria ever visit the house on Lake Chabot Road? No sir, I don't recall ever seeing her there. But Paula lived there.
Marvin X was cross examined by two lawyers but they had few questions and the court session ended. Attorney Killian and his assistant told Marvin he gave excellent testimony. Attorney Killian said, "It was combination Hank Aaron and Willie Mays testimony." After the remaining witnesses give their testimony, the judge will decide if Laruia Mozon was in fact married to Abdul Leroy James and his estate will be divided accordingly. Stay turned to the Wild Crazy Ride of the Marvin X Experience, a video documentary on the life and times of the artistic freedom fighter.
In 2019, Marvin X invited Dr. Cornel West to Oakland for a Conversation on local, national and global issues. Continuing the philanthropic tradition of his brother Leroy, Larry James helped produce this event at Geoffrey's Inner Circle. Hassan Larry James was also in charge of security for the event.
The Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad and The Most Honorable Martin Luther King, Jr.
My final word on Abdul Leroy James, we both dearly loved and appreciated the Most Honorable Elijah Muhammad. Leroy forever thanked the HEM for teaching him how to do for self. This knowledge gave him the motivation to become a multimillionaire. As per probate, both men estates went into probate. My daughter, Attorney Amira Jackmon, opened a law office for estate planning, but after she saw black people didn't rush to pay her $2,500.00 to do their estate planning and would rather lose their family wealth in probate court, she closed down her law office but continued during her legal work as a high finance bonds attorney.
--Marvin X
2/2/21
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