Sunday, March 15, 2015

Open letter to USA Black Military Veterans to unite with Veteran soliders of the 1960s Revolution for American Democracy


From the Black Arts/Black Liberation Movement 

To all Black American military veterans 

who served in foreign wars and to those veteran Black liberation Movement/Black Arts Movement artistic freedom fighters and political activists who fought for the liberation of the Hood from the ravages of domestic colonialism; who are also patriots in the American revolutionary tradition; who believed in the consent of the governed, a jury of peers, innocence until proven guilty, one man, one vote. 


We call upon our North American African, United State of America military brothers and sisters to celebrate a reconciliation with a banquet and parade down the Oakland BAM District, 14th and MLK, Jr. Way to 14th and Alice. We call upon our US Military Veterans to show unity with the people with public recognition of love and respect between all those who fought for the American revolution, from the founding fathers to the elders of today, in the US military and those in the Black Arts/Black Liberation Movement. We must have a unity gathering, what about Geoffery’s Inner Circle, in the BAM District at 14th and Franklin?

We envision a Red, Black and Green Parade (with the heart) , in the Marcus Garvey style, down 14th from MLK, Jr. Way to Alice. We see USA North American African veterans in uniform marching along with the F.O.I, Black Panther Party, workers, students, religious leaders, educators, politicians, artists, same gender loving persons, et al.

As we all well know, our community is in need of unity,thus our task is to unite the people, regardless of our individual political/religious beliefs, military allegiance .  Let us come together for the common cause of our liberation—no matter the results of American politricks, we must get a consensus on our agenda for the next 50 to 100 years. Let us put on the Divine thinking cap and come to understand there is only one truth, one reality. If it’s true for you, it is true for me. Ache’.

As independent people, we must remain in this world but not of it! Let us stay focused on our wants and needs. For all we know, though we hope not, America may fall tomorrow. Where shall we be, want part of the American pie do we want. We know there shall be the Balkinization, ethnic, political, religious groups will claim their share of the American pie. Without an agenda, we shall find ourselves on the lowest rung of the multicultural ladder.

We therefore call upon Bay Area North American African US Military Veterans, especially, Rt. Col. Conway Jones, Jr. and Charles Blanchard, to lead the charge for a Day of Reconciliation of North American African Veterans who fought in US wars abroad and at home, including the F.O.I., Black Panther Party, Students, Workers, et al. Ase’.—Marvin X































































































Thursday, March 12, 2015

Poems for Syria and the Hoods of America by Marvin X and Mohja Kahf





Two Poems for the People of Syria

Oh, Mohja
how much water can run from rivers to sea
how much blood can soak the earth
the guns of tyrants know no end
a people awakened are bigger than bullets
there is no sleep in their eyes
no more stunted backs and fear of broken limbs
even men, women and children are humble with sacrifice
the old the young play their roles
with smiles they endure torture chambers
with laughs they submit to rape and mutilations
there is no victory for oppressors
whose days are numbered
as the clock ticks as the sun rises
let the people continue til victory
surely they smell it on their hands
taste it on lips
believe it in their hearts
know it in their minds
no more backwardness no fear
let there be resistance til victory.
--Marvin X/El Muhajir





Syrian poet/professor Dr. Mohja Kahf


Oh Marvin, how much blood can soak the earth?

The angels asked, “will you create a species who will shed blood

and overrun the earth with evil?” 

And it turns out “rivers of blood” is no metaphor: 


see the stones of narrow alleys in Duma

shiny with blood hissing from humans? Dark

and dazzling, it keeps pouring and pumping

from the inexhaustible soft flesh of Syrians,

and neither regime cluster bombs from the air,

nor rebel car bombs on the ground,

ask them their names before they die. 

They are mowed down like wheat harvested by machine,

and every stalk has seven ears, and every ear a hundred grains.

They bleed like irrigation canals into the earth.

Even one little girl in Idlib with a carotid artery cut

becomes a river of blood. Who knew she could be a river 

running all the way over the ocean, to you,

draining me of my heart? And God said to the angels, 

“I know what you know not.” But right now,

the angels seem right. Cut the coyness, God;

learn the names of all the Syrians.

See what your species has done.

--Mohja Kahf
 
Mohja Kahf and Marvin X at the University of Arkansas, Fayetteville. Marvin X was invited to read.