Wednesday, October 6, 2021

Charlie Parker with Strings - Just Friends


That sound like Charlie Parker to me

Bird and Miles

Don't nobody sound like Parker except Parker
Parker made style inimitable in the modern times
defined style for all times
but along with Miles, Coltrane, Monk, Duke, Ella, Bessie, Nina, Billie
But you know Parker like you know yo mama
lyrical fast paced setting the language of rap
Parker did it with his comrades 
Imagine the genius of Bebop
advancing time and language
preparing the stage to transform nursery rhymes 
never again such simplicity
not when those African black beats morphed with technology
still the heart was there
the juju
vudun
sacred voices of everyone
essence of jazz
black classical sound
call response
let each god have his moment in the sun
let the bata drums run
we dance to all the gods denying none
polytheism is monotheism on the run
through all the lands gods tribes clans 
villages lands
nations beyond Wakanda
family land of love
unity equality we are free
Study Gullahland
islands in the sun
Gullah family door to door
no sell Gullah land
family love evermore

Do 4 self
nothing else
Gullahland came with rice
Senegal tribes nations
rice yams blues
Gullah family
Mississippi blues
Mali news
Ali Farki say
No blues come my way
Mali music ten thousand years old
No blues in my song
We sing with strings 
kora sounds Niger river

Charlie Parker Griot of liberty
Blow Charlie
Kora your African strings
no violins of western hearts
they took you in
made you play
for money
medication in the night
violin sounds no kora River Niger sounds ten thousand years ago
king queen farmer wife natural love no strife 
music from hell to feed the devils in your midst
monkey on back
toxic juice pouring into your mind
killing the genius you gave humankind.

Charlie 
sing to me this night 
and eternity
You made time speed forward
new dimension
of need
thought
creed
play Charlie Parker
We know you Prophet David Walker, 1829
same same
smashing time
time is zero
time is negro nothing time zero negro no remembrance of things past
Dr Hare say amnesia presumes we just forgot but no
whatever we knew was deleted on the computer of our genocide minds
trauma cut off
assuage pain
release memory
Can't remember rapist
language suppressed
remember drum
Baraka say
don't let them take your um bum babum
if they take your um boom babum 
you in deep trouble
take your several centuries to get out
1829 is 2021
Solomon say ain't nothin' new under sun
Imagine
after my trials tribulations under the sun
her comes son ungrateful
destroys all my labor under sun
I cry all is vanity vexation of spirit
ungrateful bastards inherit my legacy
they have no love of me
they deposit my legacy into dustbin of history
my dreams not their dreams
they claim no loving connection to me
they the blood of technology
No matter DNA
no mama's love
what is the price of her estate
Sis, we ain't giving brother nothing
I been hating that nigga since I was two

they think time negro time
negro time nothing  time 
zero
Charlie Parkerknow
Parker made time
Cornel West tell Marvin X
We on black minutes 
beyond time
We on the other side of time, Sun Ra said.
Check your watch on the other side of time.
You scared to check cause your time is on the other side
of the other side of time.
You actually believe the white man's time is time?
He just arrived from cave with dog and woman,
what he know bout time?
Saddam in Iraq told devil Iraq 8,000 years of history
Chinese say we got 10,000 years
We study Art of War
we fight without fighting
no bullets 
virus panacea double trouble no bullets thought
 
Charlie Parker you pushed time ahead of time
think fast negro
like rap song beats bout bitch ho motherfucker
kill nigga fa nothing just fa show
Ah, let us end with this
beyond Charlie Parker
Beyond rap bitch ho motherfucker twist
Let Queen Sonia Sanchez sing song of freedom
What she say,
"Will your book free us
your poem
rap
will it free us
or enslave us 
free us Sonia say
And I say with my Sister Queen
As King I say
let your music be Charlie Parker
Coltrane, Miles, Billie, Nina, Ella
Sun Ra Myth-Science
Reading my poetry and plays with Sun Ra Arkestra
heavenly
I missed Charlie Parker
but Sun Ra Arkestra was my own
Sun Ra Arkestra played in my theatre
Everybody gone
Arkestra play like full house 
played hard with love
Charlie Parker love
Sun Ra discipline love
can this generation understand
Sun Ra taught me
fuck freedom
fuck justice equality
Sonny said, "Maavin teach discipline not freedom
they born free
look at your actors dancers
ain't they free
wild free
I teach discipline
freedom no friend to me. 
And yet as I said at the Sun Ra Conference, University of Chicago
Afrofuturism Symposium 
Those beautiful women scholars
But listen to me
Sun Ra was free
most free spirit in the world
and yet yet
most disciplined focused
mythology ritual linguistics poetry dance music of eternity
Myth-Science Arkestra took you through time and space
pyramids planets hearts souls of the dead 
Space is the place
Come back Charlie Parker
You ushered Sun Ra to us
Picked up the pace to free the race
Church of God in Christ preached sermon
Keep the faith till' you win race
Dr. John Henrik Clarke said
This is not a sprint
This long distance
We thought it was over in the 60s
We thought pistols and shotguns would defeat domestic colonialism.
We steeped in marijuana smoke dreams
Pistols gonna defeat. US army, navy, airforce, marines, fbi cia, nigga snitches agents provocateurs
jesus niggas allah niggas jah niggas yoruba niggas communist socialist nothing ass niggas
Elijah said easy to lead in the wrong direction hard to lead in the right direction
Meet me at 9am you come at 10
come by yourself you bring your woman
meet me in the north you go to the south
don't tell nobody you tell yo woman and yo mama she tell preacher
he tell fbi
slave revolt over.

Play Charlie Parker
Bird Lives
and you never heard
think bird is bird
bird is motherfucker
baddest motherfucker you ever head
bird mind blower
monster mash time changer
bird blew time out window
called Miles, Dizzy, Billie, Monk 
just for show
how these niggas get to other side of time 
Sun Ra said
How they get from Egypt to Saturn
no space ship black mind travel
other side of time
Myth Science Arkestra departed chanting
"It's after the end of the world
You ain't heard it yet?"

Charlie Parker wailed into the night
on his way to Sun Ra's outer space encampment

When Charlie arrived playing Just Friends
Sun Ra said Bird what kinna friends
Brother man friends
Brother beast friends
Sonny said agin, Bird it's the end of the world
you ain't heard it yet
the myth-science arkestra played on
blues jazz hip hop Sunny Blunt played it all
his dancers danced
people danced til wigs popped off in drunken joyfullness
If you can't keep time with Charlie Parker
Go back to nursery rhymes. Sleepy time tea rap songs
bitch ho motherfucker rap death rituals in the night

forget all that Miller Lite stupid shit.
Let Parker sounds take you through the night.

I love Just Friends but I know Just Friends wasn't it.
Not the strings for dope money Milford Graves said.
Listen to Charlie speeding through infinity raw naked
ushering rap rhythms world wide in every language you see.
Bird Lives
Bird Lives
Bird Lives
Ted jones wrote everywhere
Bird lives tonight
feel Parker in your hair.
--El Muhajir/Marvin X
10/6/21


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Friday, October 1, 2021

Oakland and Black Political History

 



Left to Right: Amiri Baraka and Marvin X

After a 47 year friendship, this may be their final pic. Yes, they enjoyed joyful times together. With Baraka, Marvin X says, "I always had to be in a poetic mode because he communicated to me in poetic language, not ordinary speech. If something happened on the west coast, he would immediately blame me for not taking authority in my area. When he read his play about MLK, Jr with multiple voices and I told him I could have assisted him. He said why didn't you?  If we were at a west coast event where the producers often tried to block me from performing, I'd say, "Baraka, I'm going on stage with you." He'd say, "Do I have a choice?" "No, "I'd reply. No one treated me like a brother more than Baraka. When I had an opportunity to bless him with a good money gig, he died, even though he had arranged for me to perform at the New York University celebration of poet Jayne Cortez but Baraka made his transition as well so Marvin couldn't bless him with a generous honorarium at the UC Merced 50th Anniversary celebration of the Black Arts Movement.

photo Celeste Bateman

 


Oakland and Black political history

 

In my narrative of North American African political history, the 1972 Gary, Indiana Black political convention was the final act of Ancestor Amiri Baraka's sojourn of love with Black elected politicians. He was disillusioned with their Machiavellian chicanery and schizoid rhetoric of representing the people when they were in fact bought and sold to whatever lobbyist paid the most for their votes. When I sought answers from Baraka on the black political quagmire, on one occasion I asked him did we have lobbyists? In the poetic linguistics of our conversations, he answered, "Yes, we have lobbyists, they just don't lobby for us!" I followed with, "Well, how much do they want to lobby for us?" I can't recall his answer. But when a group of us were at lunch in Oakland with a black Washington, D.C., lobbyist, when he was asked for whom does he lobby, without hesitation, he answered for whomever pays the most, whether Democrat or Republican, although his preference was Republicans because they usually pay the most, no matter Democrats are known as the big spenders. Ironically, he was a former Oakland black radical from the Merritt College/Soul Students Advisory Council/Black Panther Party era. 

 

If there is any doubt about the duplicity, chicanery and Machiavellian political personality of black lobbyists, we only need to relate the history of Sacramento black lobbyist Alice Hoffman, recently relieved of her post as State Secretary of the California NAACP. Alice acquired great wealth (as several other black women lobbyists have done in Sacramento, but Alice was the Grand Diva). She didn't hesitate to use her position in the NAACP to lobby for causes diametrically opposed to the national, state and local agenda of the NAACP, although she had no qualms about listing the NAACP as a sponsor of projects she lobbied for, of course for generous fees that did not accrue to the treasury of the NAACP. After a long history of misrepresenting the NAACP in her lobbying business, she was recently relieved of her post, after her lobbying became an embarrassment to the NAACP.

 

 

 

In my deconstruction of Baraka's political maturation, it was shaped when his NewArk political machine, i.e., Committee for Unified NewArk, ushered NewArk's first black mayor, Kenneth Gibson, into office, yet Baraka suddenly realized Kenneth Gibson had sold out to Prudential Insurance before inauguration day, as he informed me. To solidify his disillusionment with elected politicians that his machine continued to support in the name of blackness, from Gibson on down, no matter the black mayors were all indicted on corruption charges, some serving prison and jail time. 

 

Of course Baraka's disillusionment with cultural politics, I suspect, began with the termination of his  association with cultural nationalist Maulana Ran Karenga and his  US organization that was implicated in the assassination of Black Panthers Alprentice Bunchy Carter and and John Huggins in the BSU meeting room on the campus of UCLA, 1969. FYI, this was the same year and same campus from which Gov. Ronald Reagan had Angela Davis removed for being a black Communist. Also, the same time the governor removed me, Marvin X, from lecturing in Black Studies at Fresno State University because I was a Black Muslim who was under indictment for refusing to fight in Vietnam. When I went on a speaking tour of Los Angeles colleges and universities, including L.A. City College, Compton College, Southwest College, L.A. State and when I arrived at UCLA, when I was taken to the BSU meeting room, the blood of Bunchy and John was still on the walls! Supposedly, the murder was over control of the BSU at UCLA, a struggle between the Black Panthers and Karenga's US, aka, United Slaves.

 

Baraka told me Karenga was with him in NewArk when Karenga got the call about the UCLA assassinations. Baraka said Karenga turned white! This incident was the termination of Baraka's association with Karenga and his Kawaida religion, of which he had made Baraka the Imamu or spiritual leader in NewArk. Recently, Baraka's widow, Amina Baraka, noted her husband was a cult leader and her memories are not those of a happy camper. Although, I was blessed to be at the Baraka's house one night when the "cult" women testified of their time as devotees, recalling the songs and rituals that can only be described as beautiful, as my daughter, Nefertiti, who was present, can attest.

 

Recently, in a phone conversation with Mrs. Baraka, she informed me that black developers wanted to construct a housing project from Baraka's days with Karenga's Kawaida and the Committee for Unified NewArk, i.e., the Kawaida Towers, a below market rate housing development that was never realized. She informed her son, Mayor Ras Baraka and his brother, Amiri Baraka, Jr., that if they wanted to honor the legacy of their father, the project should not be called Kawaida Towers since their father disassociated himself from the Kawaida religion and any association with Maulana Ron Karenga for the reasons I have noted above.

 

She persisted in her attempt to set the historical record for those who don't know but claim to know, even when it is her own children! Amina loves to say, "If you're going to tell the story, just tell it right." I agree with her that there is no way her husband would concur to the long delayed housing development being named Kawaida Towers, no matter the ignorance of the Kawaida and Kwanza sycophants in the present era. Again, Amina insists those who claim they know our history but clearly don't know, need to know so they will not go around claiming to know that which they do not! Finally, FYI, Mrs. Baraka claims she is no longer Amina Baraka but Sylvia Jones, and finally, Sylvia Robinson. She no longer claims to be Amina Baraka. For those who question the transformation of her identities, I suggest you question those of her husband and all of us fellow travelers in the Black arts and liberation movement. If she doesn't have the human right to claim who she is in this space and time, do you when you are most likely of highly questionable gender identity. Yes, I love pricking the skin of the pseudo woke but go about their daily round in thin skins and are consumed by the linguistics of propriety, yet claim freedom of speech.

As per the Black Arts Movement, we were absolutely committed to freedom of speech and those of us who are true believers are still committed to such.

 

Let me conclude with east coast political history with this: although Mayor Cory Booker, another Prudential Insurance sycophant, escaped corruption charges to become U.S. Senator, his ephemeral tenure was as questionable as his predecessors. But with the election of Amiri Baraka's son, Ras Baraka as Mayor, and his other son, Amiri Baraka, Jr. as Chief of Staff, we know Baraka is rejoicing with pride from his Communist heaven! And we too are as proud of Mayor Ras and the citizens of NewArk informed me on my February 2020 book tour: "Marvin, we have never been so relieved in our lives as we are now with the tenure of Mayor Ras who has taken police pressure off our asses." Alas, the Mayor's mother, Amina/Sylvia, informed me she doesn't know what to say about the police walking the hood smiling." The Mayor was absolutely not in favor of police abolition, nor were the people I talked with on the streets of NewArk. I have advocated officials in other cities study the NewArk Model, but we know problems are more valuable than solutions. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Oaktown fada gitdown 

 

 

Let us begin with Oakland as the magical city of radical resistance, especially with the emergence of the Black Panther Party, 1966, at Merritt College on Grove Street, aka Martin Luther King, Jr. This geographical location will have even more importance by the end of my narrative. Again we must note Oakland as a city of resistance. Like Fallujah, its resistance had to be totally wiped out, especially after Americans were hung from a bridge. Just as white phosphorus and other gases similar to napalm were used to defeat Fallujah, Crack and germ warfare was used to defeat the Black Panther revolution in Oakland with the total defeat of the people who fought against domestic colonialism. Just as the Haitians have yet to recover from their defeat of the Spanish, English and French, including their great military genius Napoleon, North American Africans in Oakland are known around the world as the city of resistance.  On my speaking tour in the dirty south, when I spoke at Texas Southern and said I was from Oakland, a young man followed me around the entire day. 

 

 

 

 

 

Oakland and the Central Valley

 

I grew up on 7th and Campbell in West Oakland and in Fresno, the central valley town between Los Angeles and the Bay. Fresno is historically important because as per North American Africans in California, it was the meeting place for Blacks during the West Coast Relays, where we all partied together and enjoyed the entirety of our California roots. For the most part, Central Valley blacks sought to escape the agribusiness and valley heat by migrating to the Bay or L.A. I enjoyed the valley and the Bay because my parents were repeatedly separating and reconciling, so my siblings and I experienced the valley and the Bay. Since my mother was born in the central valley town of Fowler, nine miles south of Fresno, and I was born there as well, and her parents and grandparents were pioneers from  the south, me and my siblings have no knowledge of the south. The south to us was departing Oakland and spending summers in Fresno with my grandparents who were from Oklahoma and Arkansas. Clearly my great grandfather, Ephraim Murrill, was somebody, to quote Khalid Muhammad, "Jesse Jackson didn't know who he was but he knew he was somebody!" I have no knowledge that my great grandfather didn't know who he was, but clearly the white folks knew who he was since the Fresno Bee Newspaper, 1941, gave him a grand obituary when he passed in Madera at the age of 99, declaring he was well loved by blacks and whites as well. The article said he lived the first twenty years of his life as a slave but saw Abraham Lincoln. I am so proud to know I am from the roots of Ephraim Murrill.

 

But I am proud to have descended from my parents, Owendell and Marian M. Jackmon, who were publishing their own black newspaper, The Fresno Voice, when I came from my mother's womb, May 29,1944. My earliest memories are watching my father set type by spelling backwards. I remember selling the Fresno Voice on the corner of F and Fresno Streets, down the block from my parent's newspaper and real estate office. Due to redlining almost every black in Fresno bought their first house from my parents. Fresno native, OIdell Johnson, Emeritus President of Laney College, reminded me of this fact not long ago. When my mother finally separated from my father in Oakland and returned to Fresno to establish her own real estate business, black women repeatedly reminded me she was their mentor. Of course Mom was, in addition to her real estate and income tax business, a spiritual counselor under the teachings of Mary Baker Eddy's Christian Science who believed in mind over matter, thus there was no medicine cabinet in my mother's house. We had to know the truth and the truth would set you free of any dis-ease or negative attraction.

 

In 1962, after graduating from Edison High in Fresno, I returned to the Bay and although I wanted to attend Howard University, my father sent me to his friend, Tom Berkley, Publisher of the Black Post Newspapers, who advised me to forget about Howard and go to a college in the Bay. "We have fine colleges out here, he said, you don't need to go to Howard." I enrolled at Merritt College and my life was transformed beyond my imagination. Alas, America and the world was transformed as well. Not only did the Black Panther Party spring from Merritt but Black Studies and the Black Arts Movement as well, including Kwanza. FYI, Maulana Ron Karenga was the Los Angeles representative of the Afro-American Association that held meetings at Merritt from which Kwanza evolved along with the Black Panthers, Black Studies and the Black Arts Movement, under the direction of the AAA intellectuals, including Attorney Donald Warden, Donald Hopkins, Fred and Mary Lewis, Henry Ramsey, Eleanor Mason, Paul Cobb, Ed Howard, Margot Dashiel, Ann Williams, et al. FYI, the parents of US Vice President Kamal Harris met at the Afro-American Association and Kamala was babysitted, nurtured and mentored by members of the AAA. If VP Harris is not rooted in the radical cultural consciousness of the AAA, nobody in America is. How can she appear so Miller Lites when she grew up in the AAA that gave us the Black Panthers, Black Studies and the Black Arts Movement?

 

Her Miller Lite approach to national and global affairs appears to be a denial of the radical ideological heritage she was blessed with from her parents. Kamala, don't fake the funk, or are you in the tradition of the elected politicians described above who ultimately subscribe to the reactionary mantra that politics has no permanent friends only permanent interests. Perhaps this is what made Ancestor  Amiri Baraka break from Black culture and politics to the Maoist Communist version of Marxist-Leninism. He never joined the USA Communist party of Gus Hall that his wife Amina joined, along with Angela Davis, Jarvis Tyner (brother of McCoy Tyner).  

 

Of course Baraka tolerated my and my Islamic ideological beliefs, perhaps in his deep found belief of the United Front which brings us to the pressing dilemma of how to make functional the rag-tag opportunistic black politics of Oakland, sandwiched between the  equally avaricious politicians and business leaders of Oakland's east and west sides. In the past and in the now, the eastside appears more astute at comprehending the necessary political acumen to achieve the trappings of upward mobility, yet the east is a victim of global gentrification with 40% of single family housing a commodity on Wall Street. So even with the Eastside's Black Cultural Zone and the concomitant support of black politicians, what shall be the endgame as the City of Oakland proceed's on it's 25 to 50 year plan for the downtown area. Alas, we suffered the entire tenure of black mayors who focused on the downtown area to the neglect of the lower bottom west side and deep east. 

 

Today, I was engaged with persons leading the vendor struggle at Lake Merritt and heading the Black cultural zone on the east side. I also had an extensive phone conversation with Dr. Ayodele Nzinga, founder of West Oakland's Black Arts Movement Business District, CDC. FYI, throughout my conversations Eastside Arts Alliance was part of the conversation. All of these institutions were discussed critically as per positive and negative components. 

 

By the end of the day I was exhausted with the negatives and the positives of Oakland's political, cultural, economic community. I was revived when the people from the different areas spoke good of each others, in spite of what Baraka called our "negrocities". But most of my interaction was with the leadership class, politicians, businesspersons, cultural arts leaders. 

 

Dr. Ayodele Nzinga mentioned the need for a townhall meeting of us all, i.e., yes, US ALL!  And suddenly the need  of Baraka's call for The United Front hit me and I agreed to myself that we can and must establish the United Front of Oakland, wherein we shall meet no matter our differing ideological persuasions, political, cultural and economic agendas. Don't we see the Democratic and Republican parties doing the same in the Congress and Senate. They hate each other but they meet for communal good and social security. We must do the same.

We can personally hate each other but love each other for the communal good. 

 

Elected politicians, we know your goal is reelection. Cultural and economic workers need long range funding, beyond the tenure of a regime. So let us hate each other but come together for mutual good as others do. Blacks must not come to the multi-cultural table to sit on the bottom rung of the ladder. Do you think Chinatown is not for Chinese. Do they apologize for the economic prosperity of Chinatown.

The Lakeshore residents are upset the blacks want to part three deep. If this is our cultural propagative, leave us the fuck alone. If we do this two days per week, leave us alone. You dominate the world 24/7, as if we need to remind you, so leave us alone. If you refuse to do so in league with politicians seeking your votes, you shall see us knocking on your doors in the South African manner to ask for your keys and your exit. No matter your cries of constitutional rights, no matter your guns, we shall ignore you in our desperation of centuries, yes, the eons of cries from slave ships and if and when you appear deaf to our cries we shall enforce your departure with our homeless army of the desperate, traumatized and the hoards suffering unresolved grief and suffering beyond your imagination in this world and the next.

 

Most recently I was horrified at the theft of South Africa by black South Africans. How ANC revolutionaries became billionaires overnight. But did I give a moment's thought to the centuries of South African white rape, plunder and slaughter? 

 

Then I watched a documentary on the Marshall Islands, in particular the Island of Bikini, origin of the swim suit but more importantly the island that was the testing ground for the atomic bomb wherein the islanders were guinea pigs and have never received reparations. I agree with Master Sun Ra, "You so evil the devil don't want you in hell."

 

My day ended at the store where I gave out copies of Black Street Magazine. A sister complemented me on my attire so I gave her a copy of the Bambdfest edition of my magazine and told her to hold on I will give her Black Street. I gave her Black Street then went on to shop at the grocery store but as I departed my car a brother called me from his car to show me his wife had given him my magazine. He told me how much he appreciated the magazine and let me know he has a barber shop down the street from the old Merritt College and said he would like more copies since his shop has achieves of black history. I went to my car to get him a stack of magazines and he was overjoyed. He told me he had Black Panther archives in his shop and asked me to stop by. I agreed. 

 

I was overjoyed at the positive attitude of his generation that I had dismissed but he and his wife inspired me to focus on the young generation who are hungry and starving for the knowledge of my generation.

--El Muhajir/Marvin X

10/1/21

from the forthcoming ESSAYS, PARABLES, POEMS, EL MUHAJIR/MARVIN X, BLACK BIRD PRESS, OAKLAND, 2022.

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--El Muhajir/Marvin X

10/1/21


Tuesday, September 28, 2021

Sun Ra - Best Answer on Music

From the Archives: Marvin X on How to stop killing in the Pan African hood and A Response by Rudolph Lewis

 Tuesday, August 16, 2011Revised 9/26/21

How to Stop Killing in the Pan African Hood 

by 

El Muhajir/Marvin X



Marvin X, Black Bird Press Books and Magazines



We are talking about a condition in the hearts of men, an evil sore festering and stinking like rotten meat, to use that Langston Hughe's metaphor. It is a spiritual disease more prevalent than HIV, for it consumes whole countries, not only in Pan Africa, but it may be said to originate in Europe because lying, stealing and murder are the grand themes of this culture (See Diop on Northern Cradle culture and rituals, especially drama from the Greeks through Shakespeare. )

Africans throughout the Diaspora are victimized and suffer this malady equally with their colonial Mother.  Dr. Nathan Hare said in his Foreword to my manual How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy, whites suffer Addiction Type I and Pan Africans suffer Type II. 

See how America and her European brothers butchered the butcher's sons in Iraq, or is this the democratic way of life the Euro-Americans desired to bring to sand nigguhs who may be the progenitors of human civilization along the Tigress and Euphrates? Did the cave dwellers and Crusaders have knowledge of this? 

Moving forward, we must mention the classic butchery of millions by Belgium King Leopold in the Congo and how Africans have emulated his dismemberment of arms, hands and legs in the exploitation of precious  minerals  down to the colonialism of Africa in the present era, especially in the Congo where the scramble for precious metals and minerals continue as I write. North American Africans, et al., must consider the Congo makes it possible for them to talk on cell phones, alas, James Brown said, "Talking loud, saying nothing (See my Parable of Woman on Cell Phone, talking on the cell phone in her casket at her funeral).

Problem or Solution

As we continue, let us be clear that there are people in the world who have no desire whatsoever for solutions to any problem. Alas, what would police do if there were no crimes, or social workers to snatch children from drug addicted parents, or school teachers if Johnny learned to read, write and do critical thinking.) 

FYI, I was in Philly hustling my poster poem against domestic violence near the Galleria, the downtown mall. People kept telling me I should go a few blocks to Family Court, so I finally did, but when people departed Family Court and I tried to approach them, the victims and victimizers were in such an agitated state I could not deal with them. And when the lawyers stopped to read my anti-domestic violence poem, they said it was a great poem but they couldn't use it in their practice because eventually they wouldn't have any clients. 

The New York Solution

Let me end with my experience trying to sell my poem on the streets of New York.
You know one must first get the attention of New Yorkers who are trying to get on the subway or to  whateverland. So I had to come up with a line to get their attention. I said, "Do you beat your wife?" Are you ready for the New York answer?

One man said, "No, I don't beat my wife, she beats me!" Another said, "Yes, I beat my wife and she likes it!" After a few more like this, I was through with New York and returned to Philly but not to Family Court. Philly is a little slower than NYC and they lie better, after all the City of Brotherly Love is the City of Lies as per brotherhood, freedom, justice and equality. One night I passed Ben Franklin's grave and threw a dime on it. The kind sister with me said, "Why didn't you spit on it?" 

Back to Solution

The problem, excuse me, fuck the problem, the solution is most often purposely avoided, especially in the game of politricks. Por favor, you don't know how to stop the killing of 100 black men in Oakland, or the weekly slaughter in Chicago, New York, Philly, Portland, et al. Oh, you have no memory of chattel slavery when Africans were personal property? For sure, we did not go about destroying massa's property without compensation. Yes, even white men could kill a nigga without compensating the massa for lost of his property. (I have repeatedly told you to watch the History Channel's documentary Slave Catchers and Resisters, one of the most powerful documentaries I have seen on the monkey mind media.) 

Solution solution solution

Those in power do not want solutions. Let me cut to the chase with a solution. When Mayor Ras Baraka took over Newark, NJ, the police killing of black men stopped. The police were directed to walk the hood and they did, with smiles as the Mayor's mother, Amina Baraka, said to me, "Marvin, I don't know what to think seeing the police smile at me." 

FYI, in February, 2020, I was on a book tour of the east coast after speaking at Duke University. When I arrived in Newark, I was overwhelmed with the citizens telling me they have never felt so relieved from police pressure in their entire lives since Ras has been Mayor. Before I departed Newark, I went to City Hall and interviewed the Mayor and his brother, Amiri Baraka, Jr., his Chief of Staff. 

Mayor Ras was blunt, "We simply will not tolerate the police murder of  Black men." And the police killing of Black men was zero. 

In my interview with the Mayor's brother, Chief of Staff, Amiri Baraka, Jr., he said, "Marvin, my brother has an elected position, but I do not. I don't need to be diplomatic. If the police get out of line I can chop heads. In truth, when my brother put a right wing officer in charge of a certain unit, I did not understand but eventually I did because my brother was saying to the right wing white supremacists, "You are in charge of your brothers, if they fuck up I'm coming to you. I appreciated my brother for his wisdom."

The Mayor said he tackled gang violence by giving the brothers security jobs but under the direction of the police. He also had them get their GED and apply for housing ownership. Many of the brothers had never received a check in their lives. Of course gang violence subsided once the social security of the hood was stabilized

But in the media blitz and concomitant Black lives matter violence from coast to coast, little of the Newark solution of police containment made the news, only the full blown destruction of America except  no destruction occurred in Newark, no anti police rallies, no destruction on the downtown area. 

Did you hear about the Newark solution? No. You only heard about problems because there are those who benefit from problems. sheriff at Santa Rita, Alameda County Jail, told a departing inmate, "Keep coming back, I got me a yacht, now I need to get one for my son so keep coming back!"

From Problem to Solution in Pan Africa

It doesn't take a rocket scientist to imagine the solution to violence in Pan Africa is to throw off the vestiges  and residue of colonialism to become the New African Man and Woman. My Ancestor and Patron, Abdul Leroy James of West Oakland RIP, told me repeatedly as per violence in Oakland, "Marvin, they got to understand when they kill their brother they kill themselves, so now we have two dead flies. Marvin, why kill a dead fly when it's already dead?" 

Although my Patron was a multi-millionaire from real estate investments, his family was not devoid of violence. His mother was terrified when the DEA invaded her house to seek her drug dealing grandchildren. On one occasion my Patron and I had to search his mother's house until we found a gun hidden by his nephew.  We concluded that Black men need to do the same with their sons and nephews to take authority in our community. We cannot allow our children, sons and/or daughters to terrorize us and our elders. We must take authority. We cannot allow little snotty nose motherfuckers to control our community. 
His remarks restrained me from homicide many times. Alas, what black man doesn't think of homicide during his daily round? Didn't Ice Cube tell us how happy he was to make it through the day without using his AK? 

Children

Yes, we made the mistake during the Crack era to buy dope from our children, a fatal mistake in intergenerational authority: adults buying drugs from children. I was never so happy to recover from my Crack addiction so that young people could no longer talk to me disrespectfully, although I deserved such since I came before them as a "punk bitch" dope fiend, and no adults should approach children in this manner. 

The last time I make this mistake was after giving a lecture to students at Berkeley High School. It was an anti-drug lecture but a few days later I was in the hood buying drugs from the students in the class. Of course they busted me, "Teach, you was just in our class talking about Crack, what you doing here buying Crack from us?"

It was my last lecture on Crack until I recovered.  On another occasion the Arab at the corner store had seen me on TV talking against drugs but coping outside his store. Yes, my contradictions inspired me to recover. 

The supreme irony is that few white men are killed as black men journey through their daily round! Most of us in the hood don't encounter whites unless they are gentrifiers in the hood. And still we will give them a pass out of fear the consequences of attacking them will be far more severe than killing our black brother.

We  restrain themselves when it comes to the real enemy, we will not dare touch a white woman jogging in the hood at three in the morning, although this is the most dangerous time in the life of a black dope fiend, i.e., tweeker's hours.  A tweeker will do anything to get another hit during tweeker's hours! Better ax somebody.



Karen said beat your boss

A white woman focused me on the real enemy when I spoke on KPFA radio, Berkeley,  promoting my book Confession of an Ex-Wife Beater. She called in a rage to tell me, "Beat your boss asshole, beat your boss!" She made so much sense to me I wrote a poem Beat Your Boss African. We know much of homicide, suicide and partner violence is misplaced aggression. Yes, the brother will kill another brother because he is too cowardly to kill the boss oppressing him. Also he will put himself in a situation that he knows is likely to get him killed because subconsciously he wants to die. He will fuck his best friend's wife, to put himself in a situation of homicide because he is too cowardly to commit suicide, but the homicide is a de facto suicide. 

Violence and the Black Woman

He will subject his woman to all manner of verbal, emotional, and physical abuse because he is too cowardly to confront his boss who is pimping his ass with wage slavery and verbal abuse, calling him a nigga at every opportunity, so he comes home to subject his wife with misplaced aggression, no matter she is his lover, supporter, mother of his children, washer of his drawers, kisser of his ass, sucker of his dick, supplier of his insatiable need for pussy, et al.  Better ax somebody! Alas, in the dirty south, he may even be aware the boss is fucking his wife and allows it so she can keep her job, thus never confronting the white man in a continuation of the slavery ritual when massa came into Mandingo's hut and Mandingo thought he wanted his woman but massa said, "No, I want you," and departed with Mandingo. What level of manhood is this and how does it translate into black on black homicide except as misplaced aggression or cowardice of the lowest level? You will kill your brother at the drop of a hat but restrain yourself from attacking your real enemy out of fear.



Addiction to White Supremacy Type II

We must first recognize how sick colonialism has made us throughout Pan Africa. Somehow we must bow down and ask forgiveness of our Higher Power, the ancestors, the living and the yet unborn. There must be a cleansing ritual performed until the mud and slime of Western culture is purged from our minds, bodies and souls. But our Pan African ritual must surely transcend the putrid death rituals of Boku Haram. 

Yes, Boku Haram is right: the Western gods must be destroyed, crushed to earth, stomped into the dustbin of eternity, for they have blessed us with the Pan African  stunted man and woman,  drunk on ignorance, superstition, greed, lust and pure evil, allowing us to morph into beings worse than beasts in the field, committing atrocities more diabolical than the deeds of our colonial masters. We have Rwanda, yet he has the Maafa or genocide of the Middle Passage, centuries of chattel slavery that allowed him to accrue capital for the industrial revolution. 

Moors in the Americas

Ironically, there are theories of certain intellectuals, addicted to a  spurious mythological history that we never boarded the Good Ship Jesus under Captain John Hawkins who had a miraculous conversion aboard ship and penned the Christian classic Amazing Grace.  These mostly Moorish Science mytho-historians claim there were enough Moors in the Americas to grow and pick all the necessary cotton, sugar cane, rice and perform the building of America and the Americas. There is no question we were here before Columbus and were integrated with the Aboriginals, alas, we were ourselves Aboriginals throughout the planet earth for that matter. 

But I am not yet convinced that we were here in such numbers that the Maafa or Middle Passage and Triangular Trade was unnecessary.  After all, why did the primordial "liberation theologist" Bishop Las Casas find it necessary to appeal to the Pope for Africans in the Americas,  after the natives or aboriginals were dying like flies from slave labor and most especially from the diseases of the Europeans that were more devastating than their guns (See Race and Culture Contacts in the Modern World by Dr. E. Franklin Frazier).

If the Middle Passage and the Triangular Trade is fact rather than myth, there is no doubt Africa is paying for the great sin of shipping her sons and daughters into slavery. Has Africa asked forgiveness for her inequities, after all in any business transaction there are buyers and sellers.  Yet while certain African royalty and upper class members enjoy the accumulated capital along with Europeans, African masses in the Motherland and throughout the Diaspora  yet wail for apology and reparations , but the African "royals" and upper class pretend innocence from the concomitant crimes  of the slave master and his children who are beneficiaries of centuries of capital accumulation evidenced by wealth disparities that has been estimated to take 240 years for North American Africans to equal the wealth white America enjoys today. Thus, America and Africa upper class members are equally guilty of crimes against humanity. And we don't ignore the Muslim Arab role in the enslavement of Africa, i.e., the East African leg of it.

When will Africa and the Arab nations give reparations to the African descendants lost in the wilderness of North America? Has Mother/Father Africa ever sent a symbolic ship or plane to bring us home? Most ironically, when Africans from the Diaspora return through the door of no return, we are chided by our brothers in the Motherland for being "black American slaves." Further, we were informed our blood is tainted with the white man's therefore we can never marry into pure blooded African royal families.  Even though we return through the door of no return, we are yet Negroes, a tragic and toxic creation of the white man. This is a Pan African mental health crisis I tried to address in my book How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy, A Pan African 12-Step Model for a Mental Health Peer Group, Marvin X, Black Bird Press, Oakland, CA. 

These unresolved issues often lead to violence in the hood, especially when the Diaspora Africans meet of the streets of  America, whether we are from Africa, Caribbean or from throughout the Americas. Let me share an incident that occurred when I was hustling my poster poems on the streets of New York. A young black male and female came pass me and I tried to sell them my poster poem. They replied to me in a most derogatory response, the male said, "We don't want that, we're not Black Americans!" Their accent suggested they were from Jamaica but no matter, they are the New Negroes or, more correctly, the new African Americans. If you thought you were African American, get over it. I use the term North American African to describe those of us in North America who are descendants of African victims of the "American slave system" (Ed Howard term, Afro-American Association, Oakland CA). 

In truth, we know the "breaking in" of Africans into the American slave system occurred in the Caribbean, and those who survived were transported to North America and throughout the Americas, thus North American Africans are of Caribbean heritage as well.  The recent treatment of Haitians on the US border should have been protested by North American Africans in defense of our brothers with a preeminent tradition of resistance to chattel slavery.  Most North American Africans are abysmally ignorant of Haitian history. We don't know the reason Haiti is the poorest nation in the Americas is because they overthrew the shackles of slavery to become the first independent African nation in the Americas, yes, after defeating the Spanish, English and French, including the European military genius, Napoleon. This is the unforgivable cause of their suffering. 

As per the present Pan African quagmire, especially in the Motherland, our people live slow death lives because corrupt, boastful, arrogant leaders control her nations, and shelter each other, covering their multiple sins, protecting themselves from people's justice that would rightfully hang them like Mussolini and his wife.  

You think the violence in Africa, whether tribal or political (which are too often the same) is without rhyme or reason but we must come to the conclusion the greed of men is beyond season. We recently watched a documentary on South Africa under the rule of the African National Congress. It was an inexplicable example of how revolutionaries morph into reactionaries to the degree they will steal the entire wealth of their nation with absolutely no inhibition, no concern for the welfare of their suffering people without food, clean water, electricity, housing, land and lastly political power the revolutionaries vowed to deliver. And we wonder why violence is pervasive, domestic violence and rape full blown. And after the jailing of former president Zuma, political violence consumed the nation. And yet Zuma was no less guilty than the billionaire president who took power after Zuma, Ramaphosa, himself a billionaire.

Back to the Hood

And we cry about violence in the hoods of Chicago, New York, Philly, Portland, Oakland, Houston and elsewhere. What do you suppose America does with its trillion dollar annual defense budget supported by Democrats and Republicans? Three trillion spent in Afghanistan over twenty years! And most of the three trillion never left America but went to the military, corporate, university, technological complex President Eisenhower warned you about. Alas, the more things change the more they stay the same. So you bomb Afghanistan into the stone age, alas, it was already in the Stone Age when you dropped the first bomb.

James Baldwin said it best, "The murder of my child will not make your child safe! (Interview with Marvin X, New York City, December, 1968). "How can you believe in the Prince of Peace while you bomb the hell out of Vietnam?" "You don't believe in Jesus and Christianity, our condition proves it. Look at our condition. It's a miracle for a black father to raise a son under these conditions and I applaud every black father who does so. It's a wonder we all haven't gone stark raving mad!" 

Ancestor Jimmy, "It is 2021 and I submit to you the world has indeed gone stark raving mad. And the supreme irony is the psychosis transcends money because the bloodsuckers of the poor already have 99% of the money.
Jimmy, we are dealing with pure evil." Listen to Sun Ra's UC Berkeley lectures, 1972, "You so evil the devil don't want you in hell!"

No matter North American African "negrocities"(Amiri Baraka term he told me not to steal--but he didn't tell me I couldn't define it: An inflammation of the Negroid gland at the base of the brain caused by bad habits, additionally Baraka told us in his play Black Mass,"Where the soul's print should be there is only a cellulose pouch of disgusting habits."

Still, like jack in the box, Pan Africa and most especially North American African must jump out of our negrocities, iniquities, and call forth the ineluctable divine energy within the bowels of our soul and step into the New African Day of light, breath and health. We cannot allow our children to devour our communities coast to coast, but children only mock and emulate  the behavior of adults, so we cannot blame them, children are children. Adults must step to the front of the line, no matter how busy they are doing nothing, for they are surely doing nothing if the village is in chaos, security being the top priority of civilization. But North American African children, intoxicated with Pax Americana and its full blown addiction of white supremacist religiosity and esthetics, exist in the supreme mode of Pavlov's dogs, programmed until they are, as a young black man told me, "The black man is just a white man dipped in chocolate!"

Ancestor Malcolm X told you what the house negro said, "Boss is we sick?" Yes, massa sick and slave sick, except, Dr. Nathan Hare delineated addiction to white supremacy Type I and Type II. North American Africans suffer Type II. Thus the master and slave cannot attend the same recovery meeting. Not initially and perhaps only after both have experienced long term recovery that permits them to experience neural plasticity or a renewal of the brain cells by experiencing a healthy environment devoid of toxicity. FYI, to heal from my addiction to white supremacy and its plethora of side effects, including drug abuse,  unresolved grief and trauma, I spent five years of solitude in the hills of Northern California, near Paradise, yes, the town destroyed by fire. The big house on the ten acre estate was destroyed but my one bedroom apartment was untouched.

The final solution to violence in Pan Africa is communal: everyone must become the central command, every man, woman and child must be about the business of either learning or teaching new values, new ways of thinking and acting that are not harmful to the human soul and human condition. The world is so full of wisdom it escapes us because our quest is for the trivial, the low things of life, not the things in the upper room, but those in the basement, in the gutter of our minds and hearts, that is where we dwell, that is our focus and this is why we suffer. Kobe gives his wife a four million dollar rock, but will it placate her soul, will material things correct a spiritual problem of faith and trust?

The West has a sordid history buying people as Pan Africa can attest, but everyone is not for sale, those of integrity will jump ship, will eat the whip and the gun, for persecution is worse than slaughter, Al Qur'an teaches.

No, physical weapons cannot solve the problem. Look at Israel, she has the all the modern weapons but she cannot defeat the spirit of a people determined to be free. So Pan Africa's children can and must be armed with a new consciousness. Fidel Castro said the new weapon is consciousness! Like Johnny Appleseed, we must go about spreading consciousness, teaching unconditional love and forgiveness, sharing knowledge and wealth with the poor and ignorant, the brokenhearted and oppressed. I am not trying to be sentimental, but we can and must flip the script as they say in the hood.

Like Jack, we must jump out the box of mental and physical oppression by taking a new look at reality, by stopping a moment to wonder at the pleasure in the sun, the trees, the sea and mountains, the glory of being alive each moment to share human love, being grateful we have a moment on this earth to whisper truth to children that they may rise and be a pleasure to the ancestors watching everywhere. Yes, we must transcend block man and block woman, the block within ourselves even, and reach forth into the realm of new possibilities, not allowing evil and her brothers and sisters to control the air and sun that comes each day blessing us with another moment to walk in the light, escaping the darkness of ignorance, greed lust and violence.

Black men, go into the hood and take the guns from your sons, yes the sons you abandoned, neglected and rejected, the sons who look like you although you deny this, the sons who walk with sad hearts, hardened because they long for you, for your love and guidance, for your wisdom and strength, after all, Mama did all she could to raise her manchild in the promised land.
--El Muhajir
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A Response to "Killing in the Pan Africa Hood"

 Rudolph Lewis, Chickenbones.com


Marvin, there is great wisdom that should be heeded in your essay "How To Stop The Killing in the Pan African Hood." I am aware that a new set of values (though possessed by our enslaved ancestors but now abandoned under the "new world order") and a new perspective of our place in the world, of our past and future are earnestly needed in these dire times.

The most important of these new perspectives is couched in your paragraph that reads as follows:
Has Africa asked forgiveness of herself, yet she wails for apology from the slave masters' children. Has she given reparations to her descendants lost in the wilderness of North America? Has she ever sent a symbolic ship or plane to bring them home? So Pan Africa lives a slow death because she allows corrupt, boastful, arrogant leaders to control her nations, her leaders shelter each other, covering their multiple sins, protecting themselves from people's justice who would rightfully hang them like Mussolini and his wife.

In short, you suggest our critical sword should have a double edge—that is, the slave trade involved African nations and European nations collaborating for the purposes of wealth and power. They got rid of their "niggertrash." Many of those descendants of the tribal kings and chiefs who sold millions of slaves still play significant roles in the politics of today's African nations. And they will sell us again and their people again in the 21st century, if the World Bank and other internationalist (globalist), corporatist agencies offer the right price. (Check out Paul Kingsnorth's essay on South Africa and the ANCA Shattered Dream.)

In the contest for wealth and power, "black" and "white," however, are not real distinctions but illusions, a means for escapism or sidetracking those who wish to do the "good." I know "evil" has become a popular theme in the discussion of international politics and the resistance to corporate imperialism, especially from the bully pulpit of the presidency. So-called righteous men love to stand behind such symbolic bulwarks. I hope we do not become agents of such trite rhetoric—it indeed will lead us astray. It is necessary that we keep on the straight and narrow and keep both edges of our sword whetted sharp.

At no time must we sink back into mythologizing the world for the sake of political convenience, to hear merely the rhythm of our own voices. Beneath most Pan-African rhetoric (from the 19th century to the present), there is this underlying notion of Africa as paradise into which Satan (the white man) introduced evil. I recommend strongly that all Pan-Africanists and sympathizers and all other petty-bourgeois, pseudo-revolutionaries read the Malian Yambo Olouloguem's novel Bound to Violence. Or any non-romantic account of Africa before European trade began. Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart will provide some evidence even in the "wholeness" of tribal life, all was not well. Even though there was a sense of justice, and right and wrong. There were some practices or acts that were just horrid, unnecessary, and "evil."
If true be told, there was more evil in Africa than one could shake a stick at. The process of empire building in Africa by Africans themselves and the perennial struggles for power and the retention of power included the wholesale slaughter of tribes (genocide), butchery, debauchery of every sort (religious, political and social), cannibalism, incest, and so on—all these acts of evil existed before modern Europe stepped onto the soil of Africa or worked out its first deal for a cargo of slaves. The emperors, kings and queens, and chiefs—to whom we have become so inured (and want to imitate by dress, manners, and religion)—did not achieve those aristocratic titles by their sweetness and benevolence but by the same means we are familiar with today in those who strive to rule and conquer. That is, they did it the old-fashioned way—by violence, exploitation, and oppression..

The aberrations we see in Africa and at home are not new. This violence for wealth and power is just as old as the first time one brother killed another for his wife or his ass. This contest for dominance has always been bloody and this violence and evil were not invented by Europe or whites. We must do away with this myth—the white man alone as incarnate Devil. Otherwise, in a perverse way, we make Africans less than human—we make them into externally corrupted angels.

There is no sanctity in having a black skin or in Africanity. This type of mythologizing gives our leaders too much credit and too much room for collaboration with corporate power and a means of duping the masses of the poor and the black working classes. It is no longer sustainable that we ask or recommend that the masses of "Pan-Africa" to live vicariously by distant observation and/or proximity to power and wealth. That an elite should live in comfort and security while the great masses attend them hand and foot with all their hearts and souls is no longer acceptable if we truly have egalitarian goals for our society. .
That kind of barbaric nobility is no longer proper in a civilized world in which democracy and human rights have been given revitalized meanings in which every man is a king and queen, or at least be acknowledged with that kind of respect, integrity, and dignity.

Our critical sword should not only land on the heads of the great aberrations of society—the likes of a Idi Amin, a Mobutu, a Bokassa, or a Sgt. Doe or a Charles Taylor, but also those respectable heads of state like Mbeki, Obasanjo, and the other African leaders who smilingly welcomed Bush to Africa and are ever-ready to make their deals with globalization. Such African leaders with such narrow interests sold our ancestors into the Americas.

And not only those African leaders there, but also here at home, we should do some swinging at our black elected and appointed officials (city councilmen, legislators, cabinet secretaries), yes and also corporate and ecclesiastical functionaries, and other notable heads, such as the leaders of civil rights organizations like the NACCP, whose board is ruled by corporate executives or such flunkies and running dogs. They too must be made to pay for their sins of neglect and moral blindness.
If we lapse into the anti-white, anti-American, anti-Western rhetoric, we will sorely miss the point and provide more fuel for these black elites to further misdirect the energies of the masses of Pan-Africa along lines of escapism and support for the status quo.

If we are to make real changes within our communities some of our petty bourgeois aspirations must be abandoned. We can no longer naively defend black middle-class sellout politicians and preachers. We must recognize a real change in the face, rhetorical aspirations, and the present corporate ties that our leaders have established. It is fine to cite Walter Rodney's How Europe Underdeveloped Africa, as some Pan-Africanist Marxists tend to do. That is well indeed. I am far from a white apologist—a corner in which some may want to paint me. But I do not want to be a black apologist, either -- I was not taught that way.

The NAACP is headquartered here in Baltimore and they just had a conference and they had nothing to say about the 40% unemployment rate here among black males (18-35); the high murder rate (about 300 a year, mostly young black males); a 50% drop-out rate from high school; neighborhoods in which only 25% of adults have a high school diploma. Brothers and sisters are paraded to jails like our ancestors to Goree Island!!! Whatever the justification for their apprehension is inadequate and should cause some shame to those who run this city and those who support the powers to be—which here in a majority black city, means a black middle class and those who work government jobs or receive money from corporate elites.

Damn, brother, we have grown ass men on the corner selling single cigarettes for 35 cents a piece. What kind of enterprise is that? And it is not just a few. Is that any way to gain a livelihood? And our shit-head leaders are worrying about whether Bush or democratic presidential candidates come to their meeting. Ain't that a matter to be indignant and upset about? But it seems we are so spiritually sick we take it as a norm the misery and the downtrodden state of the poor (black and white). That the oppressed are overlooked and allowed to continue to sink into the abyss is a grand betrayal by our leaders. Murder and mayhem is not just coming from the bottom dregs of society. We have a general slavery and devastation in which silence and passivity is imposed by poverty, the gun, and prisons? With these reservations, I support heartily the sentiments contained in your plea for earnest black work, black renewal, and black progress.