Saturday, November 20, 2010

Poet/Playwright Returns Home to West Oakland, Performs at Black Dot Cafe




Poet/Playwright Returns Home to West Oakland
Performs at Black Dot Cafe

On Saturday, November 20, Marvin X. Jackmon, poet/playwright/essayist/producer/organizer/teacher, returned to his childhood neighborhood in West Oakland where he attended Prescott elementary and Lowell junior high school.

On Saturday afternoon he had a conversation with actors in the Lower Bottom Playaz who have been performing his first play Flowers for the Trashman, 1965, San Francisco State University Drama Department production while he was an undergrad.

He told the young actors he was flunking an English literature class taught by legendary Medievalist professor/author John Gardner. Gardner asked him what he wanted to do pass the class. The poet said write. The professor said write what. Write a play. Gardner said write it! Flowers for the Trashman was the product. The play became a classic of the Black Arts Movement and established Marvin X as one of founders of the most radical movement in American literature. BAM forced America to include ethnic and gender literature in the academic curriculum. See the Black Arts Movement by James Smithurst, University of North Carolina Press.

The poet described his childhood in West Oakland, Harlem of the West. While I was growing up, West Oakland was the Harlem of the West. I grew up on 7th and Campbell, in my parents florist shop. West Oakland was booming with a vital economic and cultural community on 7th Street, with shops, restaurants, cafes, clubs, associations. It was the end of the railroad line, home of the first black union, the Pullman Porters, led by C. L. Dellums, uncle of Oakland's Mayor Ronald Dellums.

My mother and father were Race people, the name accorded to those who had racial consciousness in the 20s, 30s, 40s and 50s. They were activists in many social organizations, especially the NAACP. Before the family moved to Oakland, his parents edited the Fresno Voice, the first black newspaper in the Central Valley. His maternal great grandfather, E. Murrill, was mentioned in 1943 edition of the Fresno Bee Newspaper. He was so well known the newspaper noted that whites and blacks attended his funeral. His maternal relatives were pioneers to the West coast.

After the war, his parents left Fresno and came to Oakland. There my parents opened a florist shop while my mother worked at the Navy Supply Center as a clerk. The Army base at the end of 7th Street employed many blacks who migrated to the Bay Area during WWII. Seventh Street was bumper to bumper cars, especially on the weekends. The street was crowded with people enjoying Negro life and culture. See Marvin's autobiography Somethin' Proper, Black Bird Press, 1998.

The poet told of his introduction to drama at New Century Recreation Center on 5th Street at McFeely School where he attended elementary school. He recalled a dance teacher at New Century was Ruth Beckford, queen of African choreography in the Bay Area. She was one of the most beautiful women of my childhood with her short natural hair, African body and black velvet skin. I adored her whenever I could catch a glance of her. So fine, so fine.

While doing a play at children's play at Mosswood Park, the poet said he was in the sandbox when a little white girl called him a nigger for the first time and told him to get out of the sandbox. In those days, we didn't go to Mosswood Park often and definitely did go to Lake Merritt, only on holidays such as the 4th of July. A nigguh would get his ass kicked by white boys if caught at Lake Merritt.

Pine Street, where the Black Dot Cafe is located, was the ho stroll, from 7th to 16th by the Southern Pacific train station. There was a hotel near the train station where you could rent a room for a few minutes. Although the area where Black Dot is located is gentrified, someone in the audience informed the poet the hotel is still there.

As a child, the poet used to play up and down the streets in the vicinity of Black Dot Cafe, and later he used to sell black newspapers and magazines in the area, including Jet, Ebony, Chicago Defender, Pittsburgh Currier, Detroit Black Dispatch, et al. As a child, he also wrote in the Children's Section of the Oakland Tribune.

As per the play, the setting is a jail cell with the lead character the poet as a young college student with his ghetto friend. They had an encounter with the police coming from a dance and end up in jail for failing the tone test with the police. In jail, the story evolves into a narrative of the father/son relationship, although most critics focus on the rage expressed by Joe, the militant college student who goes off on the white man in the cell. This rage made it a classic of the Black Arts Movement nationwide and worldwide. The play was produced in Europe as well. It appeared in Black Dialogue Magazine and the 60s classic anthology Black Fire, edited by Larry Neal and Amiri Baraka.

In conversation with the actors, they told the poet how the play affected them as fatherless young men, suffering the estrangement and abandonment by their fathers. For them, the play was/is a play within a play, thus giving a level of consciousness as they performed the ritual and were transformed by it. The poet told them this is the purpose of drama, to transform.

He said on one level, the drama reveals his failure as a father since when it was written he had fathered two sons by the age of twenty-one. The play ends with his lines "I want to talk with my sons. I want to talk with my sons." The poet noted that he had been able to talk with one of his two sons, but not with the other who is now almost 50 years old. This son still has feelings of abandonment and neglect. The poet told the young men and women we must break the cycle of such trauma. Otherwise it shall go on forever. Such is the purpose of Flowers for the Trashman, a man-hood training ritual drama to transform lives.

He spoke on the function of ritual drama to transform. This play Flowers for the Trashman is a manhood training ritual so that young men are changed by witnessing it. They will get over some of their hatred and trauma with fathers, for soon they shall be fathers and how shall they behave? Shall their sons hate them, shall they hate their sons, when shall it end?

Truth is, we were not brought over here to have healthy relationships, father/son, mother/daughter. We were brought here for our labor, to be slaves and later wage slaves, coming down to the present. In a 1968 interview with the poet, James Baldwin told him, "For a black father to raise a black son is a miracle. And I applaud the men who are able to do this. It's a wonder we all haven't gone stark raving mad!"

--Marvin X
11/20/10

Friday, November 19, 2010

Introduction


Introduction to Poets

We are supremely honored to have the privilege to assemble this collection of poets from throughout Pan Africa and the Afro-Asian-Indigenous world. We are simply elated to present a variety of poetic expressions from North American Africans of every region. We think the reader shall find what Diop called the Cultural Unity of Africa, a kind of basic mythological order in the deep structure of the poems, expressing the eternal unity of a people, no matter their post traumatic slavery stress syndrome. We see the ancestors, the gods, the living and yet unborn are represented widely by poets from Africa, the Caribbean or America, suggesting the long held notion that African survivals are alive and well, not only in the mythology but psycholinguistics as well.

Concerns include the necessity of calling upon the ancestors and gods, the election of Obama, the continued contradictions of the democratic society in America and the emerging democracies in Africa. Ancestor Emmitt Till is called upon by several poets, including Al Young, Opal Palmer Adisa and others. Shaggy Flores mentioned Till and other tragic heroes of our liberation struggle.
Marvin X and Kalamu Ya Salaam mention the sheroe Dessie X. Woods or Rashidah Muhammad, the valiant woman who killed her rapist in the south, emancipated from prison, she went north and lived an activist life until her transition. The people of Oakland honored her with a street naming.

In dedicating this issue to the Journal of Black Poetry, we were conscious of Dingane's effort to make poetry a tool of communication for liberation. The general theme is Pan Africanism, but we wanted to continue his concept letting a hundred flowers blossom , let a hundred schools of thought contend, in the words of Mao. The reader will see this in the poetry and in the dialogue on the poetic mission, including Haki Madhubuti's statement.

We think the poets represent an inter-generational collection, although we invited hip hop poets and spoken word artists to represent themselves. We certainly didn't want this issue to be a collection of senior citizen poetry. For sure, we think we have gathered together some of the very best writers in America and Pan Africa. The USA regional representation should be balanced enough to see regional and national concerns and rhythms.

We thank Itibari M. Zulu, Senior Editor of the Journal of Pan African Studies for allowing us to edit this issue. It is indeed a labor of love. We also thank all the poets who answered our call. Those who were rejected or who sent poems that may have gotten lost in traffic, please accept our apology but keep on keepin on.

Let us close with acknowledgment of persons who recruited poets for this issue, especially Louis Reyes Rivera, Bruce George, Gwendolyn Mitchell, Eugene Redmond, Muhammida El Muhajir and Tony Medina. Salaam to my associate guest editors, Ramal Lamar and Ptah Allah El. They gave me an oral reading of the material, helped make selections and helped keep me focused on Pan Africanism as the general theme, since they are the next generation of Pan African scholars and poets. Let us not fail to acknowledge the contribution of Rudolph Lewis of Chickenbones.com. His compilation of material we used on the Journal of Black Poetry, and other critical magazines of the period and Dingane's role as publisher/editor was priceless for the historical narrative. Thank you, Rudy.
--Marvin X

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Fifty years after the sixties - RIZ KHAN - Al Jazeera English

Fifty years after the sixties - RIZ KHAN - Al Jazeera English

Dr. Nigger

Dr. Nigger


Dr. Nigger
Can you cure me without
touching me with nigga hands
Can you save my life
without changing my life
Can you dance soft-shoe while
humming those negro tunes
when my white life codes blue
Can you reach inside yourself
beyond the shit we put in you…
past painful moments we put in you…
past despair and hopelessness
we’ve put in you and
find that old black magic in you
to save my life without changing
all the shit we put in you
Dr. Nigger
Can you breathe in me
air free of nigga
from a nigger not free
to breathe in free air
Can you stay on the colored side
of the color line and reach across
without touching me with nigga hands
to restart my blue heart without
changing my cold heart
Can you reach past the life
we’ve taken from you to
save my life and not
let white life pass me by
Dr. Nigger
save my life
without taking my life
Cure me without
touching me with nigga hands
Dance soft-shoe while
humming negro tunes
while you save my life
without changing my life
when my white life codes blue
Copyright © 2009 by Neal Hall, M.D.

Nigger for Life, NealHall,2009.

Poetry Issue, Journal of Pan African Studies

NEXT ISSUE

Volume 4 • Number 2 • December, 2010

The next issue of The Journal of Pan African Studies will feature a poetry anthology edited by guest editor Marvin X. He is well known for his work as a poet, playwright and essayist of the Black Arts Movement. He has worked with Ed Bullins in the founding of Black House and The Black Arts/West Theatre in San Francisco, California (Black House served briefly as the headquarters for the Black Panther Party and as a center for performance, theatre, poetry and music). Marvin received his B.A. and M.A. in English from San Francisco State University and has received writing fellowships from Columbia University and the National Endowment for the Arts, and planning grants from the National Endowment for the Humanities.

MARVIN X, GUEST EDITOR

Associate Guest Editors:

Ramal Lamar, Ptah Allah El

Senior Editor, Itibari M. Zulu

Dedicated

to

Dingane, aka, Jose Goncalves,

Publisher, Editor

Journal of Black Poetry


Contents

Photo Essay: Journal of Black Poetry Poets

Dedicated to the Honorable Dingane, Jose Goncalves, founder, Journal of Black Poetry

Those 60s Journals: JBP, Black Dialogue, Soulbook,Black Theatre, Black World/Negro Digest,Umbra

Compiled by Rudolph Lewis

The Poets

Part One: In My Negritude

Shaggy Flores

Ras Griot

Phavia Kujichagulia

Chinwe Enemchukwu

L. E. Scott

Rodney D. Coates

J. Vern Cromartie

Dike Okoro

Neal E. Hall

Marvin X

Mohja Kahf

Muslim American Literature, An emerging field: Dr. Mohja Kahf

Ayodele Nzingha

Askia M. Toure

Review by Kamaria Muntu: Mother Earth Responds, Askia Toure

Michael Simanga

Amiri Baraka

Kalamu ya Salaam

Kola Boof

Louis Reyes Rivera

Aries Jordan

Ptah Allah El

Review by Zulu King: Tainted Soul by Ptah Allah El

Hettie V. Williams

Part Two: Whirlwind

A Dialogue on the Poetic Mission: Marvin X, Rudolph Lewis,

Jerry Ward, Mary Weems, C. Leigh McInnis

Haki Madhubuti on the Poetic Mission

Tracey Owens Patton

devorah major

Anthony Mays

Bruce George

Jeanette Drake

Itibari M. Zulu

Renaldo Manuel Ricketts

Nandi Comer

Al Young

Ghasem Batamuntu

Mona Lisa Saloy

Eugene B. Redmond

Fritz Pointer

Gwendolyn Mitchell

Felix Orisewike Sylvanus

Rudolph Lewis

Kamaria Muntu

Ed Bullins

Mabel Mnensa

Kwan Booth

Tureeda Mikell

Part Three: Amour of Ancestors

Everett Hoagland

Charles Blackwell

Jacqueline Kibacha

John Reynolds III

Darlene Scott

Jimmy Smith Jr.

Sam Hamud

Opal Palmer Adisa

Amy ”Aimstar” Andrieux

Lamont b. Steptoe

Avotcja Jiltonilro

Anthony Spires

Benecia Blue

Neil Callender


Tanure Ojaide

Pious Okoro

Tony Medina

Dr. Ja A. Jahannes

Brother Yao

Zayad Muhammad

Nykimbe Broussard

Kilola Maishya

Niyah X

Adrienne N. Wartts

Greg Carr

Darlene Roy

Tantra Zawadi

Ishmael Reed

Quincy Scott Jones

Bob McNeil

Ariel Pierson

Marie Rice

Yvonne Hilton

Bolade Akintolayo

Latasha Diggs

Felton Eaddy

B. Sharise Moore

VIEWS, REVIEWS, NEWS

Medical Mythology, Ramal Lamar

Dialogue on Qaddafy’s Apology for Arab Slavery:

Sam Hamud, Kola Boof, Rudolph Lewis

Two Poets on Oakland CA: Ishmael Reed, Marvin X

A Pan African Dialogue on Cuba

Carlos Moore, Dead Prez, Black Intellectual/activists

Letters to the Editor

Black History: San Francisco Bay Area Celebrated Amiri’s 75th by Lee Hubbard and Marvin X

Photos by Kamau Amen Ra

Dr. Nigger


Dr. Nigger
Can you cure me without
touching me with nigga hands
Can you save my life
without changing my life
Can you dance soft-shoe while
humming those negro tunes
when my white life codes blue
Can you reach inside yourself
beyond the shit we put in you…
past painful moments we put in you…
past despair and hopelessness
we’ve put in you and
find that old black magic in you
to save my life without changing
all the shit we put in you
Dr. Nigger
Can you breathe in me
air free of nigga
from a nigger not free
to breathe in free air
Can you stay on the colored side
of the color line and reach across
without touching me with nigga hands
to restart my blue heart without
changing my cold heart
Can you reach past the life
we’ve taken from you to
save my life and not
let white life pass me by
Dr. Nigger
save my life
without taking my life
Cure me without
touching me with nigga hands
Dance soft-shoe while
humming negro tunes
while you save my life
without changing my life
when my white life codes blue
Copyright © 2009 by Neal Hall, M.D.

Hypocrisy of Neo-liberial, pseudo leftist KPFA








Hypocrisy of Neo-liberial, pseudo leftist KPFA Radio

In his letter from a Birmingham Jail, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. said he would rather be with the KKK than phony white liberals. The OJay’s told us “They smile in your face but all the time they want to take your place….”—or shall we say keep you in your place!

The arrogance of KPFA’s addiction to white supremacy or the intention to maintain a Jim Crow media is evident in the recent moves to eliminate quality programming, especially such programs as the Morning Show with Amy Allison, Hard Knock Radio with Davey D, Africa Today with Walter Turner and Transitions on Tradition with Greg Bridges. Clearly, to eliminate these shows is tantamount to eliminating the Black presence on this socalled progressive station.

But the supreme irony is how KPFA can eliminate Black shows while simultaneously beg for money by airing its extensive archives of Black social justice activists such as Malcolm X, Betty Shabazz, Martin and Coretta Scott King, James Baldwin, Cornell West, Angela Davis and others. It appears KPFA is squarely in the white supremacy tradition of “You love everything about me but me,” as Paradise tells us in his classic poem. If I may paraphrase, “You love the black voice, you love the black sound, you love the black knowledge, you love the black philosophy—you love everything about me but me!”

Yes, while the station is kicking black programs off the air, it is raising thousands of dollars for the continued pseudo leftist/Zionist programming. How arrogant can you be to think in 2010 only white people are qualified to discuss national and international affairs, or local affairs for that matter?

The American tragedy is that she never asked the descendents of kidnapped and enslaved Africans what they think about the world. We must listen to sick, depraved white people who think they are so damn smart but don’t know shit about the world as former Brazilian president Lula informed his French counterpart. “You blue-eyed people think you are so damn smart but it’s obvious you can’t solve the world’s problems because you are the cause of them.”

And yet you have the never to pimp the voices and wisdom of our ancestors for the benefit of white supremacy. Ishmael Reed is correct, you are the Jim Crow Media and the Nigger Breakers!

--Marvin X

Marvin X released five books in 2010: The Wisdom of Plato Negro, Mythology of Pussy and Dick, toward Healthy Psychosocial Sexuality, I AM OSCAR GRANT, Pull Yo Pants Up fada Black Prez and Yosef; The Hustler’s Guide to the Game Called Life (Volume II, the Wisdom of Plato Negro). Available from Black Bird Press, 1222 Dwight Way, Berkeley CA 94702. His Reader’s Theatre recently performed at the San Francisco Theatre Festival. He is the guest editor of Poetry Issue, Journal of Pan African Studies.

Academy of da Corner,

14th and Broadway, Oakland

jmarvinx@yahoo.com

www.blackbirdpressnews.blogspot.com

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Final Preview, Poetry Issue, Journal of Pan African Studies, December 2010



Preview #22, Poetry Issue, Journal of Pan African Studies, Marvin X, Guest Editor

Deadline 15 November, 2010

Ptah Allah El, Richmond CA

photo Kamau Amen Ra

BLACK STUDIES WENT TO COLLEGE

AND NEVER CAME HOME

Black Studies went to college and I miss her

And when she comes home, I will hug and kiss her.

Black went to college and started a strike

Then the Third World Liberation fronted the mic.

Black Studies went to college, became a controversy started

Killed Bunchy Carter.

Black Studies lost her destiny and fate

She changed after 1968.

Black Studies went to college got her BA, MA, and PHD.

Now she petty bourgeoisie.

Black Studies went to college and forgot where she came from

She so damn smart, the community going dumb, dumb, dumb…

Black Studies went to college now she ain’t no good

Forgot all about the hood.

Black Studies went to college and pledged Greek

Now she don’t even speak.

Black Studies went to college and became Afrocentric

So complex, she simplistic.

Black Studies is acting like charades

Too many African costume balls and masquerades.

Black Studies went to college and I miss her

When she comes home, I will hug and kiss her.

Ptah A. Mitchell El M.F.D.

Ptah Mitchell is an educator and poet that is dedicated to keep the legacy of African American intellectuals and artists alive in the 21st Century. Ptah is also the first student to graduate from the University of Poetry, founded by Marvin X. He has written two books, Ghetto Folklore and Tainted Soul.


Shaggy Flores, New York

Negritude

For Pedro Pietri, Tato Laviera, Jesus Papoleto Melendez and Trinidad Sanchez Jr.

We be those Negroes

Born to Slave Hands

Resurrecting forgotten African Gods

When Transplanted to New Lands

Mixing Ebonics

With Splanglish Slang

We be those Negroes

Children of Yoruba y Ibo

Bilingual and Indio

Afro-Caribes

Masters of plantation work

Race mixing

And Orisha Spirit raising

We be those Negroes

Creating Jazz with cats

Named Bird, Dizzy, Duke, and Armstrong

Cubop Bugalu Sal-Soul Searching Journey men

Mongo-Santamaria/Chano Pozo Drum Gods

And Celia Cruz

AZUCAS!

Legends leaving our cultural footprints

On the muddy minds

of the mentally dead

We be those Negroes

Creating Schomburg museums

of Black Studies

In Nuyorican Harlem streets

Where we once dance

during zoot suits riots

to Conga

Maraca

Bata

Break beats

and Palladium Massacres

We be those Negroes

Drawn as Sambos and Jigaboos

By political cartoonist

Who couldn’t erase

The taste of

Africa

From Antillean Culinary

Magicians

Creating miracles

with Curries call SoFritos

We be those Negroes

Younglords

Island Nationalist

Black Panthers

Vieques Activist

Santeros

And Guerreros

Brothers of Garvey

Children of Malcolm

Black Spades

Savage Skulls

Chingalings

And Latin Kings

We be those Negroes

Like Harvard Educated Lawyer

Don Pedro Albizu Campos

Stationed

In all Black regiments

Learning the reality

Of Jim Crow Society

And their gringolandia

Government Race public policies

Calling Bilingual Niggers

Spics

We be those Negroes

Before Sosa

Before Clemente

Before Jackie

Giving Negro league

Baseball legends

A place

Under the sun

to call home

When no one else

Would have them

We be those Negroes

Dancing

Moving

Breaking

Egyptian

Electric Boogalooing

Locking

On concrete jungles

To Cool Herc

Jamaican

Sound Boy Systems

And aerosol

symphony backgrounds

We be those Negroes

Charlie Chasing

Rock Steadying

A dream call Hip-Hop

In Bronx Backyard Boulevards

Between

Casitas and Tenements

With Roaches for Landlords

We be those Negroes

Writing Epics

Like Willie Perdomo testaments

Called “Nigger-Recan Blues”

And Victor Hernandez Cruz

Odes to “African Things”

Hiding our dark skinned

Literary Abuelitas

With Bembas Colora

In places where the Whiteness police

could never find them

We be those Negroes

Denied access to Black Nationalist run

Karenga Kwanza Poetry readings

Because we remind the ignorant

Of the complexity that is their culture

Neither Here nor There

Not quite Brown

Not quite White

We navigate uncharted

Waters

Of Black Identity Boxes

We be those Negroes

Mulatto

We be those Negroes

Criollo

We be those Negroes

Moreno

We be those Negroes

Trigueños

We be those Negroes

Octoroons and Quadroons

We be those Negroes

Cimarrones and Nanny of the Maroons

We be those Negroes

Cienfuegos y Fidel

We be those Negroes

Luis Pales Matos and Aime Cesaire

We be those Negroes

Puentes,

Mirandas,

Riveras,

Colons,

Felicianos,

Lavoes and

Palmieris

We be those Negroes

Judios

Y a veces

Jodios

We be those Negroes

Dominicanos y Cubanos

We be those Negroes

Jaimiquinos y Haitianos

We be those Negroes

Panameños y Borinqueños

We be those Negroes

Seeking freedom from

Irrationality

In an age of Nuclear

Goya Families

And Television

Carbon Copy Clone

Univision/BET/MTV

Slave Children

We be those Negroes

Known by many names

And many deeds

Spoken of in Secret

By African-American

Scholars

In envy during their nightly

Salsa

Dance classes

As they try

To pick up White Girls

We be those Negroes

Caribbean

Negritude

Heroes

Sometimes negating our destiny

But always finding

Peace

In the Darkness

Of Sleep

We be those Negroes

Negroes

We

Be

--Shaggy Flores

Shaggy Flores

Nuyorican Massarican Poeta



Tainted Soul

By T. Ptah Mitchell

Blackbird Press, Berkeley, 2010

Pages.148 , $15.00)

This book is a film script about one of the North American Africans ( NAA's) who hijacked a plane, landed in Cuba, got fronted on by the government, thrown in the dungeon, and politicized with 'los gentes veridad', the unspoken mass of 'Afro-Cubans' who go through the same shit as their fellow NAA's here in America. The reader is exposed to a non-romanticized survey of modern Cuba, as well as the classic contradictions of Pan Afrika and the so called Afrikan Diaspora. Without taking a side in the dynamics of this ongoing dialogue on 'how to struggle and how to win', the author does introduce the reader to a world where you don't have to hop on a plane, risk extradition or even xenophobia, since the perspective and stylistics is really first person even when written from second or even third person.

The screenplay was inspired from a book. Reading the script only makes one want to see the movie.


Michael, the main character, is an average nigga from the local NAA community; one of the lumpen, if you will. He has an idealized notion of revolution and Cuba as a haven for North American revolutionaries based on the social climate, recent events and heresay. His main problem is that he is an affiliate of the Black Panther Party for Self Defense, and not a member per se, like many in the community who loved and supported the Party but did not follow the ideological and organizational rules to a tee. So Micheal's loyalty to the movement while unquestioned on his part, was questioned by some of his so called comrades. Since he was not part of the 'inner circle' his lines to Cuba are not solid. In fact he might have been led on to do an impossible mission because some of the brothers , doubting Micheal, didn't believe he could pull it off. But when he did pull it off, with little strategy and tactic, no means were provided to support him. He essentially hijacks the plane because he was informed that if he did so, he would be greeted with open arms from the revolutionary Cuban government as an ally against the spread of American imperialism. The problem was that he did not receive authorization and support from the Central Committee of the Party; also, during the hijacking, he made the mistake of jacking a high level undercover agent from Cuba on the plane,who was coming back to Havana to debrief his supreiors.

To Micheal all white people, (except his white ho back in Berkeley of course), were the enemy, so he had no clue that there was another revolutionary on the plane besides him. So by the time the plane landed in Cuba, Cuban did not know whether Micheal was an agent of revolutionary blacks in America, a spy for the American government, since there was no communique between Cuba and the Black Panther Party of this specific activity.

Micheal is thrown in jail after Cuban officials decide that he's an American spy and not a revolutionary and sentences him to 12 years in Havana prison. It is this unknown aspect of Cuban society that for the first time I've seen (save Carlos Moore's book "Castro, the Blacks and Africa") is explored and illustrated, where the parallels of black life in Cuba are similar to black life in the USA. We fill the prisons there, we're dropping out of school there, we're at the bottom of society there. We're labeled as the thugs, criminals and any original social practices we demonstrate become either illegal or subsidized. Sounds familiar?

Here Michael learns from the majority of the Cuban prisoners the harsh reality of Cuban society. The bottom of the slave ship, all these African's from all over the Western Hemisphere, imprisoned for so called 'counterrevolutionary' activities: from attempting to leave Cuba, to criticizing government, etc. But these people never met a real nigga from the USA, and they could not understand why Micheal wanted to come to Cuba so bad, how loud, audacious, courageous and principled he was, even in the face of the Cuban police.


One crucial thing I must say, the ability for Ptah to tell this story and remain objective, authentic and loyal to the audience, with out taking sides requires skill and diplomacy. At times I doubted if this was a 'reactionary' story of a 'revolutionary' story, because so many contradictions come up. Many times I asked myself, do I support Michael smashing on the Cuban government? I mean they have done much to help us Afrikans in America, from medical school, to Assata, Robert F. Williams to Hip Hop. But then I remembered something Kwame Ture (RIP) said to the effect that the principles of socialism and revolution will always remain in tact, it is the human organization we must work on. This informs me that the Revolutionary Government will remain in principle as long as she is honest with herself and accepts criticism from inside as well as from outside. And we must remain vigilant and militant that criticism should be not considered or labeled as 'reactionary' or 'counterproductive'.

Nowadays movies are much like music, if you're promoting revolutionary culture, you'd best have independent means to put out your own art and technology. Kudos to Black Bird Press for putting out the book. As the author says in the introduction, everyone in L.A. has a cousin who is a big shot in Hollywood. So either wait (forever) for some one else to put your movie out for you, or do it your self. Perhaps the more who read Tainted Soul will demand a movie version, as the people demanded a movie that documented one of the most revolutionary acts of modern afrikan history, the liberation of Haiti. A task, that our most ablest of Pan Afrikan artists, Elder Danny Glover so aptly assumed responsibility of.. Tainted Soul in no way compares to a historiography of Haiti, but does contribute to that 'great pan African conversation' and does bring local hood heroes to the forefront of international affairs. Hopefully, we don't have to wait too long for the movie.

--Zulu King

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Amiri Baraka Celebrates Abby Lincoln at Eastside Arts
































Amiri Baraka Celebrates Abby Lincoln and Max Roach at Oakland’s Eastside Arts

Amiri Baraka celebrated his relationship with fellow artists, now deceased, Abby Lincoln and Max Roach at Eastside Arts theatre tonight. He was accompanied by the Muziki Roberson band. Marvin X opened the set with a reading of his Parable of the Woman in the Box., from his book Mythology of Pussy and Dick, toward Healthy Psychosocial Sexuality.

His parable was warmly received. Marvin X told the audience this coming weekend Eastside Arts will present his first play Flowers for the Trashman (1965, San Francisco State University Drama Department production) along with Opal Palmer Adisa’s Bathroom Graffiti Queen, produced, directed and performed by Ayodele Nzingha.

Amiri Baraka’s performance was great as usual although we expected his wife, Amina, to accompany him as vocalist, performing the work of Abby Lincoln, a close friend of the Barakas. Baraka told of her funeral and the repast that lasted until 5am in the morning at a New York jazz club.

Baraka told of his relationship with Abby and legendary drummer Max Roach, and how they were not only artists but would become lovers and husband and wife. He said this was a 60s marriage of power, along with Ruby Dee and Ossie Davis, and we must add Amiri and Amina Baraka, Malcolm X and Betty Shabazz, Martin Luther King, Jr. and Coretta Scott, Elijah and Clara Muhammad. Baraka told how these marriages helped solidify the liberation movement. They were, after all, symbols and examples of unity, male/female unity utterly lacking in today’s liberation movement. Baraka said he was shocked when Abby and Max separated.

He recited poetry dedicated to the couple, poems he’d read at both their funerals. The band was with him at every point, accenting his poetic message that included a plethora of his classic poems, backed with the music of Max, Monk, and other jazz legends.

This was a concert of spoken word and music at its highest level, performed by the godfather of the Black Arts Movement, our greatest living revolutionary artist. Those hip hop artists need to stop ego tripping and sit at the feet of the masters. When we produced the Kings and Queens of Black Consciousness Concert at San Francisco State University, we recall how Dr. Cornell West sat patiently for five hours before Marvin X called him to the mike. Cornell then declared, "I don't know if I'm a king or queen because there is so much darkness in my soul...but I'm thankful to be here among so many of the maladjusted to injustice." The maladjusted to injustice included: Drs. Nathan and Julia Hare, Mrs. and Mr. Amina and Amiri Baraka, Askia Toure, Ishmael Reed, Rev. Cecil Williams, Tarika Lewis, Destiny Muhammad, Rudi Mwongozi, Eddie Gale, Phavia Khujuchagulia, Tureeda Mikell, Kalamu ya Salaam, Elliott Bey, Marvin X, et al.


--Marvin X

11/13/10

Coming Next Weekend to Eastside Arts

Opal Palmer Adisa's Bathroom Graffiti Queen

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Marvin X's Flowers for the Trashman













playwrights
Marvin X
Opal Palmer Adisa

Ayodele
Nzingha,
producer,
director,
actress

Two Black Plays at Eastside Arts Alliance



We are happy to announce two black plays will be performed at Eastside Arts Alliance: Opal Palmer Adisa's Bathroom Graffiti Queen and Marvin X's classic Flowers for the Trashman. The plays are produced and directed by Ayodele Nzingha, founder of the Lower Bottom Playaz of West Oakland. Ayodele portrays the Queen in this one-woman production that stole the show at the recent San Francisco Theatre Festival at Yerba Buena Center.

Flowers for the Trashman is Marvin X's first play, produced in 1965 by the drama department at San Francisco State University while he was an undergrad. It is a timeless story of the father-son relationship. It is a classic of the Black Arts Movement and was published in Black Fire, the anthology of BAM, edited by Larry Neal and Amiri Baraka, 1968.

These two plays will provide an evening of powerful theatre by two of the Bay Area's greatest writers, Opal Palmer and Marvin X. Ayodele's role will give the audience a chance to see a great actress deliver a high quality performance. The young brothers in Trashman are equally skilled after performing the play for some time. It is refreshing to see young men doing something positive.

The Eastside Arts Alliance is located at 23rd and International Blvd., Oakland. Dates: November 19.20,21, donation $5.00. 8pm.