

Marching With Manning Marable
I have only marched a few times in my life. I was never much on marching, especially during the Civil Rights era. As a member of the Nation of Islam, we were not taught to march but to do for self by taking authority over our lives and construct the institutions needed for survival and thrival, whether economic, educational, spiritual, military and political.
But on the eve of the Million Man March I was living in Philadelphia at one of Father Divine’s hotels near the University of Penn. I was hustling my poster poems on the streets of Philly and often hustled across the street from City Hall, sight of the murder trial of Mumia Abu Jamal. As I was hustling and not trying to be politically involved, I did not cross the street to City Hall where Pam Africa, Ramona Africa and others in the Move organization were supporting justice for Mumia. But I would see them across the street while selling my poster poems.
Then one day Rev. James Bevels who had worked with Martin Luther King, Jr., came from the Mumia Rally on his way home. When I approached him to buy a poster, he said, “You should be across the street selling your posters, “ pointing to the City Hall rally. He departed and I thought about finally crossing the street. Eventually I did, only to feel disappointed because they were playing a tape that sounded like the voice of a white man.
I couldn’t understand why they were playing this tape, only to discover it was the smooth voice of Mumia Abu Jamal, smoother than Peter Jennings and Ted Kopel.
From that day I took more interest in the trial of Mumia Abu Jamal. And then came the day of a massive rally and march beginning at City Hall. I went to the march and ran into many friends, including poet Sonia Sanchez and Khalid Muhammad. I made Khalid recognize me as I had gained a few pounds during my recovery from Crack addiction.
Khalid then embraced me and introduced me to his son, Farakhan, then seven years old. Since the march took place on one of those unbearably hot and humid east coast summer days, I sought refuse in a store for cold water and watched the marchers leave City Hall for the Liberty Bell. I had no desire to march in the hot sun, until I saw Khalid marching alongside Akbar Muhammad, Minister Farakhan international representatives, and Manning Marable, the great historian who has joined the ancestors.
The Spirit told me to join them so I rushed from the comfort of the air conditioned store to the join my colleagues, although I did not really know Manning, but we acknowledged each other and I joined the trek to the Liberty Bell to help save Mumia from the death chamber.
In my autobiography Somethin’ Proper, 1998, I described what happened as I marched with Manning, Herman Ferguson, Khalid, Akbar and little Farakhan:
…Akbar and I embraced and I joined the march, falling in the rear behind Khalid, who was mobbed by photographers…as we continued toward the Liberty Bell, little Farakhan turned and grabbed my hand, pulling me next to his father. The child put me on post securing his dad. When I would fall to the rear, here came his hand, pulling me up front again. When people, mainly white, got between his father and me, he motioned for me to move them away. This little child of seven was a soldier. He told me to tell the people, “Excuse me, but just don’t touch them.!”
When we finally arrived at the Liberty Bell, I was in my security groove. Khalid didn’t want to speak because he was afraid the media would purposely misquote him, possibly try to attribute something to him that would make Mumia’s situation worse.
Minister Farakhan was supposed to speak, but sent Akbar instead. His absence visibly upset Pam and Ramona Africa and other rally organizers, but Farakhan was preparing for the Million Man March, attendance at a Mumia rally was probably too controversial for him.
Anyway, cooling out under a shade tree, I asked Khalid what was up with him and the Minister. He said he was unable to communicate with the minister, although the Final Call said he was back in good standing….
This rally was the only time I was with Manning Marable, but he had impressed me with his social activism as well as his intellectuality. There is certainly some irony in the fact he made his transition days before his greatest work, a biography of Malcolm X, would be released. We never had faith in his Autobiography since it was completed after his death and much of it was considered spurious. We have learned our suspicions were right since the FBI had approached Alex Haley to delete certain information. Three chapters were removed that have now been found. We are thankful that Manning’s book will shed new light on the life and times of Malcolm X and clarify how profoundly the FBI and the New York Police were involved in his assassination, much like the Oakland Police and City Hall were involved in the assassination of Oakland Post Editor, Chauncey Bailey.
Those who question the role of the OPD in the murder of Chauncey, need only peruse Manning’s book to see the critical role of the FBI, New York police, along with the Nation of Islam, and persons in Malcolm’s organizations, ( OAAU and Muslim Mosque, Inc.), played in his assassination.
--Dr. M (Marvin X), Prime Minister,
First Poet’s Church of the Latter Day Egyptian Revisionists
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