Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Obama







A fictional speech by President Obama on Troop Withdrawal from Afghanistan










Good evening, my fellow Americans. You some silly motherfuckers. Do you think I'm gonna bring a bunch of troops home from Afghanistan when my generals tell me they can make a few more billion dollars if we keep the troop level up. I'm not gonna do that, hell naw. As long as my name is Barack Hussein Obama. Yes, who sane Obama, but you insane if you think the thirty thousand troops I sent over there to kill those mountain goats are coming home anytime soon.


Oh, I might bring home two or three thousand, mostly the wounded with their brains shot out, those with no legs, no arms, we'll send them home, but you know it takes 30 thousand to capture or kill 100 to 500 Al Quida, yes, do the math, 30 thousand men at the cost of one million dollars each--now we don't pay them damn fool grunts no million dollars, but the generals get most of it for their retirement and when they come home to set up defense related corporations. You know the drill, don't you? You know politics and capitalism is dirty, filthy and funky like a ghetto ho. Hee hee hee. vote for me, I'll set you free!


You know we gotta take care of our generals, since they protect us round the world so you dumb somebitches can ride around in your SUVs, playing soccer mom and your husbands can ride through the ghetto at night picking up little black girls for prostitution. Now if you fuck with my little girls, I'm coming after that ass like I did that boy, our boy, Osama bin Laden.


Yes, I got that motherfucker. Hell, it was close to election time so I had to do something. Shot that motherfucker between the eyes and had my boys fuck his three wives fore we got outta Pakistan.


Back to Afghanistan. It is ten billion dollars a month to chase them mountain goats up and down them fuckin mountains, some ten thousand feet to twelve thousand feet up. But we makin progress so we can't leave now. Too much money involved and too much dope. Karzai and his brother is dealing too much dope and it's too good to cut and run now, except for a little drawn down fore election time, hee hee hee. Vote for me, I'll set you free, you dumb motherfuckers, especially my nigguhs.


How ma nigguhs doing in da hood? Ya'll still got yo shirt on, pants? I know you ain't got no job, ain't got no house, but you know I had to help my boys on Wall Street. I ain't stupid now, hell, I'm a Harvard nigguh, my nigguhs. Gotta help my brotherhood of thieves and robbers. If ya'll stop going to prison and come to Harvard, we'll show you how to be real criminals.


And they lettin all nigguhs and poor people into Harvard for free, what's wrong wit ya nigguhs? Get yo ass out dem prison cells and come to Harvard so you can be trained to be a real criminal. Look, we ain't gonnna keep payin no $200,000 a year to keep you little snotty nose motherfuckers in juvenile hall. We go put you in Harvard. I'll talk to my man Skip Gates bout giving you a little black studies, none of dat radical shit, some miller lite shit, but I want you to major in crime, how to rob motherfuckers in broad daylight, cheat people out da homes, jobs, take everything, don't leave a motherfucker nothing. Take his wife too. Hee hee hee, vote for me, I'll set ya free!


Back to Afghanistan. I told them mountain goats if they lay down their arms I will pay for them to go to school, get them housing and get them jobs. But them motherfuckers too dumb, can't count to ten. They can fight like hell when they wanna, but they don't want no schoolin, remind me of you nigguhs in da hood. But they worse than you nigguhs, these mountain goats won't even let the women go to school, lease you boyz in da hood ain't dat stupid. Vote fa me, I'll set ya free.


Now you boyz and girls in da hood might wonder why I don't give you motherfuckers jobs if you lay down yo guns and stop terrorizing you mama, daddy, grandpa and grandma, yo woman and babies, yes, you nigguhs is killing yo babies too--sometimes ya'll bad as them mountain goats bombing everything with they good suicide asses. Talkin bout they go get some virgins in Paradise. Do the women get dicks in Paradise? Hee, hee hee. Vote fa me, I'll set ya free!!!!


Let me finish this bullshit speech up so I can hit my cigarette, maybe a little one on one too. Mechelle make me go to a special little room she fixed up for me in the White House to do my thang. You know how them bitches is, always wanna fix up some shit fa a man. Bitch, I'm the motherfuckin Prez, bitch! Better leave me the fuck alone and take care of dem guls and yo mama.


Back to Afghanistan. We go bring home two or three thousand troops and don't fuck with me about it. Matter of fact, kiss my black yellow ass, especially you Republicans and that Cornel West bitch! American people, good night. Prosperity is just around the corner, soon a chicken in every pot. Hee hee hee. Vote for me, I'll set you free!

--Marvin X



6/23/11


Marvin X is known variously as Plato, Rumi, Mark Twain, the Sludgehammer, human earthquake. He's written thirty books, eight last year. jmarvinx@yahoo.com













Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Unity Under Stress














Toward Unity of North American Africans
15. Unity in Stress and Death


In stress and death, all classes of North American Africans are united, with the upper classes suffering more stress, perhaps, because they must be concerned with keeping the little they have. We have seen black millionaires suffer the same discrimination faced by blacks when they are watched while shopping. Black nurses come to us with horror stories of job discrimination. A black professor recently told how her colleagues suffer high blood pressure. An aide to a state senator reached a settlement for sexual harassment. Her boss had been relentless in pursuit of her tail, causing her great stress and discomfort.

Do we need to find out if our President is under stress? For sure, the boyz and girls in the hood are stressed to the point of using violence as a tension reliever, to say nothing of staying medicated on street drugs to keep from blowing a fuse. When street drugs are not available, prescription drugs will work. Our poor children suffer stress from possible homicide and/or suicide. Many of them are in trauma and grief from losing so many of their peers to violence and prison.

Elders who make it to sixty and seventy years old must often travel solo because so many of their friends have departed, including their mates. Many marriages were stress filled from the greater society. Again, the need for medication from illegal and/or legal drugs, few can afford therapy and even if they could, there are few mental health workers to serve them, especially with holistic African healing certification as opposed to useless European psychotherapy for black minds.

All classes escape to religiosity until church politics drive them from the Lord's house, especially when it's all about the preacher and his needs, leaving little mention of the Lord. Even the New Thought Spiritual Centers are degenerating into dens of iniquity under the guise of prosperity consciousness and unbridled sexuality.

Of course our diet is an ever present danger to our health, for it is designed to rush us to the doctor, although all classes have such fears of the medical profession that even those well healed blacks often do not take advantage of their health insurance. We knew a professional woman who only went to the dentist because he was her friend. She never bothered to see the doctor, supposedly because he wasn't her friend and she had fears of medical treatment.

In short, all blacks live in a hostile environment. A man escaped the ghetto to live in the Oakland hills, but when he thought he heard a burglar and called the police, they treated him as though he was the burglar, so traumatizing him that he left his wife in the house in the hills and returned to stay in the ghetto.

We suspect the stress of the hostile environment is the reason we lost several black women professors at the University of California, June Jordan, Barbara Christian, Veve Clark, Sherley A. Williams. Sherley long complained of her hostile work environment at UC San Diego. Dr. William H. Grier had his son inform me that indeed what killed Sherley was the hostile environment, not cancer and asthma.

Riding on the bus through the ghetto, there are usually conversations on three topics: who's sick, who died and who's in prison or just got out. The brothers go to prison so often that a girlfriend was heard saying, "He lives in prison, that's his home. When he's out here he's on vacation!"

Women are under great stress with so many of their mates incarcerated. With the economy in meltdown, men and women are getting desperate with each passing day, plotting criminal activity with no real thought and planning, thus they are quickly apprehended and join the line to the department of corrections where they suddenly become a valuable commodity, worth fifty to sixty thousand dollars per inmate per year.

Imagine the stress of jail and prison, with overcrowding, sexual abuse, gang violence, lack of privacy, loneliness, loss of human dignity. The only advantage is that black men and women now have the chance to think, study and write for the first time in their lives. But upon their release there is little opportunity to stay straight since they now have a record and often lack any formal education and skills since many had dropped out of school in boredom with the white supremacy curriculum and hostile, overworked and exhausted teachers who themselves rarely receive a salary worth their time and education.

The hostile environment is intensified by the slave catchers, otherwise known as police. They are an ever present danger to all classes who may be stopped for driving, walking, talking, or thinking while black. They are in constant danger of failing the tone test: when stopped the person can be killed, arrested or released based on the tone of his voice.

The arrest of Harvard professor Henry Louis Gates is testament the police, when it comes to blacks, do not discriminate. We just learned of a man who won a lawsuit against a hotel in Washington, DC because he took refuge in a hotel during a storm but because of his dress the hotel called the police to throw him out. The police gave him a choice, either go to a shelter or go to jail, he chose a shelter.

There is thus nothing post in the traumatic stress syndrome we suffer, it is ever present on a daily basis until the last rites are administered, though even in the coffin stress can reach us. Gang youth came to a funeral and shot into the corpse to make sure the deceased was truly dead. At another funeral there was a shooting inside the church causing a poor church mother to go home where she suffered a heart attack. An estranged church going wife was shot dead by her stressed husband in the church parking lot with the Bible in her hand.

When Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated at 39 years old, the medical report said his body had the stress of a 60 year old man.

And so it is, we live under intense pressure, all of us, no matter what class, unless we are determined to enter the no stress zone where we are not moved by things of this world that are pure illusion and mainly of little importance now or in the future. Most certainly, we are not to worry about things of the past.
--Marvin X
12/14/10

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Do I Have A Choice



Do I Have A Choice?






When fathers have done it all



what is left but something right



by children and former wives



who love you



in spite of it all



you know they love you



they would have you back again



if you would submit



but you won't



in a thousand years



hard headed as you are



recalcitrant



incorrigible



but they would have you



a special guy



in spite of negrocities



improprieties of the worse kind



the beatings



neglect



abandonment



other women



yet they were there for you



raised children for you



while you went insane



wouldn't see the doctor



in your arrogance



and now time has caught you in his hands



what remains but do the right thang



you had the dope



women in the night



money that went to hell



what now



in the final quarter



to laugh to cry to scream



silent in your room



listen to the rustle of leaves in the breeze



calling you home, brother



come home



come to your self



final vision of who you are



the real you nobody knows.






And now the grandchildren



what for them have you



a special kindness of guilt and shame



a love unconditional



making up past mistakes



seeing how precious they are in your sight



wondering why they look like you



challenge you to be a better man



if you can.



--Marvin X



6/19/11



Saturday, June 18, 2011

Of Fathers and Sons at San Francisco Juneteenth, 2011


Of Fathers and Sons at San Francisco Juneteenth


San Francisco's Juneteenth returned to the Fillmore District after a few years in the downtown area where turnout was light. People were elated at the overflowing crowd on Saturday of the two day event. It is just wonderful to see North American Africans greeting each other with love and friendship hugs. We wonder what it would be like if we were truly free in our own land. But we know it would be wonderful to enjoy righteous brotherhood and sisterhood.

As we were vending books a fight suddenly broke out nearby, even though the police were present. Suddenly youth were crashing my table and books went everywhere. The police gang joined in by beating youth with their nightsticks. No arrests were made. I was informed two gangs entered the NO GO ZONE which was the Juneteenth area of Fillmore Street. I gathered my books off the ground, some damaged, and set up again.

For some reason police lined up behind me. I don't know why. A sergeant kept coming to my table to look at my book titles: In the Crazy House Called America, Wish I Could Tell You the Truth, I Am Oscar Grant, Who Killed Chauncey Bailey, Beyond Religion, toward Spirituality, Mythology of Pussy (all time bestseller, even at today's Juneteenth--people buy multiple copies because their friends steal it!It is a manhood and womanhood training manual, since renamed Mythology of Love). If I'd had enough copies of MOP I would have given them out freely, as I do at Academy of da Corner, 14th and Broadway, downtown Oakland. The boys say it "ups their game." And the girls say it empowers them, "I didn't know I had that much power." Dr. Nathan Hare calls this "biblotherapy."

I wanted to move but thought maybe the boyz in the hood would restrain themselves due to the police presence, although it didn't work initially. Clearly, the youth have no fear of the police. Soon another group of young men came up to the police to argue among themselves, as though the police weren't there or don't matter. Why would you argue gang bizness in front of the police? "Yeah, I'm go kill dat nigguh Dante next time he cross Fillmo'!"

Other than this argument, there was no further disturbance at my spot. Everything was cool and the afternoon ended with the soul singing group Best Intentions taking us down memory lane, and then jazzman Marcus Shelby closed out with that Hammond B3. At the other end of the festival, the youth stage was forced to close down due to violence.

This Father's Day, Black men need to think hard and long about the future of their children, especially their sons. The incident at Juneteenth was clear evidence the police are useless in stemming violence among our young men. The police are simply another gang and the youth know this, thus they do not fear them. But what if all the Black men standing around confronted the youth in a united manner. We think the boys would stop their madness, and yes, desire for attention. We know many if not most are from single family households, if not foster care, abandoned and neglected. I was guilty of this and was myself a victim of this.

But what if the men took charge of their sons in this public space. It would send a signal to the boys there is another authority in the hood that shall force them to act civilized. For this was a joyful day, a sacred day when our ancestors learned they were free, a year later. Most Juneteenth festivals refuse to have discussion, only celebration, but doing such prolongs ignorance and we see it expressed in youth behavior. Would youth act stupid if they understood the sacredness of the moment? Perhaps not, especially with a force of black men on post, e.g., the Elders Council. Black men, get organized!

No matter if you abandoned and neglected your children when they were young, even when they reach adulthood, they need your help and guidance, so reconnect with them, no matter how painful--and it may be painful, but so damn what! Life is often pain, joy and pain, as Frankie Beverly told us.
--Marvin X
6/19/11




Good morning,

I grew up without a father around. I was lucky enough to be raised by a wonderful mother who, like so many heroic single mothers, never allowed my father's absence to be an excuse for me to slack off or not always do my best. But I often wonder what it would have been like if my father had a greater presence in my life.

So as a father of two young girls, I've tried hard to be a good dad. I haven't always been perfect – there have been times when work kept me away from my family too often, and most of the parenting duties fell to Michelle.

I know many other fathers face similar challenges. Whether you're a military dad returning from deployment or a father doing his best to make ends meet for his family in a tough economy, being a parent isn't easy.

That's why my Administration is kicking off the Year of Strong Fathers, Strong Families. We're joining with dads across the country to do something about father absence. And we're taking steps to offer men who want to be good fathers but are facing challenges in their lives a little extra support, while partnering with businesses to offer fun opportunities for fathers to spend time with their kids. For example, the Association of Zoos and Aquariums, Major League Baseball and the WNBA are offering discounts for fathers and their kids, and companies like Groupon and LivingSocial will be featuring special offers for activities fathers can do with their children.

You can learn more and sign the Fatherhood Pledge at Fatherhood.gov:

We know that every father has a personal responsibility to do right by their kids – to encourage them to turn off the video games and pick up a book; to teach them the difference between right and wrong; to show them through our own example the value in treating one another as we wish to be treated. And most of all, to play an active and engaged role in their lives.

But all of us have a stake in forging stronger bonds between fathers and their children. All of us can support those who are willing to step up and be father figures to those children growing up without a dad. And that's what the Year of Strong Fathers, Strong Families is all about.

So I hope the dads out there will take advantage of some of the opportunities Strong Fathers, Strong Families will offer. It's one way of saying thank you to those who are doing the most important job of all: playing a part in our children's lives.

Happy Father's Day.

Sincerely,

President Barack Obama

P.S. Earlier this week, I did a TV interview and wrote an op-ed on this topic. You can see both on WhiteHouse.gov.


Elijah told you America would discard you





Elijah Told You America Would Discard You


The time Elijah told you about has arrived! He told you the United States of America will drop you like a hot potato as it falls into the dustbin of history. Surely, you can smell the coffee. Clearly, the time has come when America has no use for you except as slaves under the 13th Amendment of the US Constitution, i.e., incarcerated slaves.




There is no work for you, no matter your qualifications. America has no work for its own white brothers and sisters, nor does it give a damn about them.

Elijah told you no politician of this world can save you, black, white, green, yellow or brown, straight, gay, lesbian, trysexual. The time has arrived when you shall be either slave or totally free of America. You are being dropped from all economic assistance, housing and medical care. Yes, you shall find yourselves stateless, even with your passport, for it shall be meaningless. Your passport is your black skin. Perhaps this is why you are rushing to the store for bleaching cream but it will be to no avail.


James Brown told you money can't save you, but time will take you out. And so it is. Time, the mighty monster that devours all things. Time has come for you, North American Africans, either band together, stand together, walk together to freedom or die the death of a wretched slave too ignut to know it is a slave (Harriet Tubman).

It is only a matter of days before you shall see the white man is the devil you thought was down in the ground burning in hell. No, he is right here and showing you with every passing minute he doesn't give a damn about you, no matter that you have been a loyal, obedient, passive servant for 400 years. He worked you for nothing, then "freed" you with virtual slavery, wage slavery, yet today you cannot envision self-determination and sovereignty.


You have blind faith, the faith of a fool, that things are going to get better, yet the worse is yet to come. Keep praying to Jesus and see if a dead man can save you.


Unless you stand up and declare yourself a free people, you are doomed, a dead man walking. You see the people in North Africa and the Middle East standing up for freedom, willing to lay down in front of tanks, face guns and sure death to liberate themselves finally and forever from oppression. You must do the same. Stand up and let the world know you will except nothing less than liberty, liberty or death. The life you are living now is worse than death. The Qur'an says oppression is worse than slaughter, for it is better to die than suffer oppression and the illusion of freedom, that addiction to the world of make believe so loved by those duped by conspicuous consumption, putrid materialism. We can do better than be slaves of consumerism, addicts of trinkets, rocks, animal skins, plastic cars and shoes.


We can do better than this fake love we profess. How can you truly love your man and woman when you don't have a clue who they are, alas, you don't even have a clue who you are!

Just hold on a few more days and watch the news, the plain truth shall be made clear to you. You may be instructed to run for your life with the clothes on your back. Elijah told you this day was coming. I dare you to call him a liar, fake and phony.


He told you America shall be destroyed for her wickedness. Yes, her evil is exceptional, unique in the annals of history. Do you not see the plagues upon her house, in the land, tornadoes, drought, floods, hurricanes, sand storms, heat, disaster after disaster--only the beginning of sorrows. Jesus told you this. You don't believe Jesus, Elijah, Allah, Buddha or your mama!


As per the financial system? Stay tuned, the dollar shall be thrown into the streets because it shall be worthless as a penny. You won't stop to pick up the dollars on the ground. Elijah told you this. Stay tuned so the white man can tell you. You will believe him!


--Marvin X

6/17/11




















Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Oakland Memorial for Geronimo Ji-Jaga, July 17

Marvin X's Great Grandfather, Former Slave

Former Negro Slave Dies on Madera Ranch

Fresno Bee, Tuesday, December 16, 1941

Ephraim Murrill, 99, who lived the first twenty years of his life as a Negro slave in North Carolina, died yesterday in his home on a Madera district ranch. Murrill, who was highly respected by both whites and Negroes in the community, recalled having seen Abraham Lincoln when the great emancipator was campaigning for his first term as president.

Surviving him are one daughter, Mrs. J. H. Hall, Madera; a son, John Murrill, Fowler; nine grand children and three great grandchildren. He would be 100 years old had he lived until next February 13. One of his brothers lived to the age of 116.

Funeral services will be hold tomorrow afternoon in the Jay Parlors and burial will be in Arbor Vitae Cemetary.
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Epharaim Murrill is the maternal great grandfather of poet Marvin X. His mother, Marian Murrill Jackmon, was born in Fowler, about thirty miles south of Madera. Marvin X was born there as well, May 29, 1944. Marvin's parents, Owendell Jackmon and Marian published the first black newspaper in the central valley, the Fresno Voice. They were also real estate brokers who sold many blacks their first home after WWII.

The Jackmons later moved to Oakland and became florists on 7th Street. Mr. Jackmon was prominent in West Oakland's political and social life. He was a member of the Men of Tomorrow, the Elks Lodge and the American Legion. He was a member of Downs Memorial Methodist Church. Mrs. Jackmon became a Christian Scientist, follower of Mary Baker Eddy.

Mrs. Jackmon later returned to Fresno with her children and opened a real estate business. In 1969, Marvin X became the most controversial black in Fresno history when he defied Governor Ronald Reagan by continuing to teach at Fresno State University, even though the Gov. ordered the college/now university to remove him by any means necessary, especially since he had refused to fight in Vietnam.

According to my colleague, Ptah Allah El, my great grandfather is one of the legendary men of the Central Valley. He and Col. Allenworth may have been associates. After Col. Allenworth, Murrill is the most prominent black man in the central valley. Something about him crossed the line separating blacks and whites. All the Negroes in the Valley know about Epharaim Murrill. According to Ptah Allah El, my great grandfather was well known in Madera, Fresno, Fowler, Hanford, Lemoore. He was a conscious black man.

And, according to Ptah, there are conscious people throughout the valley who recognize Murrill as one of the icons. More research will reveal exactly what he did. I do know my people came to California as pioneers who were engaged in farming. My cousin Latanya Tony is researching our family history. She told me recently that our great grandfather was buried in Madera.

The reason my friend knows about Ephraim is because he traveled throughout the central valley recently selling food at events. People told him about the man named Ephraim Murrill. Ptah never made the connection between myself and my great grandfather. He didn't know my mother's maiden name was Murrill. I'm just learning of my grandfather's people. We had a family reunion in Chowchilla a few years ago, but it was mainly my grandmother's descendants.

I don't know why my mother never mentioned my great grandfather, but it appears he had more notoriety than his great grandson, Marvin X or perhaps his great grandson is only folllowing his footsteps!

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

From the Archives: Bridging the Racial Gap in Education



Bridging the Racial Gap in Education






The American educational system in general and the California educational system in particular must be totally and utterly dismantled and destroyed simply because it is the main instrument of the perpetuation of domestic colonialism otherwise known as white supremacy. This past week’s Achievement Gap Summit to bridge the racial divide called together by Jack O’Connell, State Superintendent of Public Instruction, offered false hope that the educational system can be saved despite the cultural lag between the old Eurocentric paradigm and the new racial reality of majority African, Latin and Asian population.





The Eurocentric system has been unable to inculcate its values successfully into the so-called minority populations that are rapidly becoming the majority. In short, the system is a failure because it was created by Frankenstein so that Afro-Latin peoples could assimilate into the monsters needed by a white supremacy capitalist regime. What are needed are wage slaves, up from chattel slavery, but the system has been hard pressed to create the dutiful slaves needed by a society whose purpose is the domination and exploitation of the world.


The 1960s revolution threw a monkey wrench in Frankenstein’s plan and even though the revolution was aborted, enough information made it through the Cointelpro operation to alter the consciousness of a generation of students whose children and grandchildren are now of age and even in their unconsciousness are in rebellion against the Eurocentric domestic colonial regime. The children know something is very very wrong here and hence over fifty per cent drop out of the school system before graduation.


The irony is that the students are not given credit for having the natural intelligence to know that something is very very wrong, that something stinks, but rather they are blamed for being the problem, or their families, mothers, fathers, or the lack thereof, their economic situation but never is the system that is contrary to their cultural identity blamed, never is the racist nature of the content and presentation labeled the cause, for after all, white supremacy is perfect and holy. And so when the system looks at the monkey in the zoo, it never occurs to it that the monkey is looking at them. And this tragic blindness can never be healed by reform but only by revolution, the decolonialism of the society in general and education in particular.

Thus, we must now ask the question: is the society prepared to go beyond nick picking and cherry picking reformism into the reality and necessity of revolution, concluding the revolution that was begun forty years ago when black students went to war to establish black studies, soon followed by other ethnic groups calling for Latin, Asian and Native American studies, even gender studies. It most cases, these programs were tolerated, but in the main they were diluted, polluted and absorbed into the general curriculum until they were meaningless, harmless and totally reactionary, thus returning to the Eurocentric status quo and the system smiled and was happy and content once again, for its life was extended and the rebellion of the natives was squelched.


After all, during the 60s, the system had seen the danger of Johnny reading books and thinking independent thoughts, learning the craft of writing, even publishing books on consciousness, and so he was made dumb again, told he was incapable of mastering the King’s English, even though the king had been dethroned long ago but somehow his language remained as an instrument of terror and trauma, thus even today when the natives try to reconstruct viable communication in the language of their oppressor, they are condemned as being illiterate and uncivilized, even by their own culture police, such as Cosby and others. So again, Johnny says to hell with the English language and the colonial administrators and instructors say to hell with Johnny. Get out of here, you do not fit, nothing about you is acceptable, your speech, your poetry, your dress, your music, nothing, and by the way, we have a cell ready for you, a condo with a life estate.


And rather than pay you a minimum salary of fifty thousand dollars per year to stop your mayhem in the hood—as we are now paying the insurgents not to kill us in Iraq, we will hold you in your cell or condo and make fifty thousand dollars per inmate per year off you while you sit like a monkey in a cage. And even while imprisoned when you request conscious literature, we allow you, if at all possible, to read only material of the urban or gansta genre so you may continue in your wretchedness and iniquity, and upon release spread more psychopathology into the hood, along with HIV/AIDS and other diseases from homosexuality, although you claim to be a straight American Gansta.


Of course we shall continue to meet periodically to assess the racial divide, the gap between the practice and the promise, the reality and the dream. But the reality speaks volumes about our real intentions which is that nothing shall change fundamentally because it is about domination and exploitation, it is about holding onto our sense of reality until the end, and if necessary we shall call out the troops, order them to use their guns to prevent any radical change of the social order, in particular the educational system which perpetuates the values of the white supremacy culture. We are both privileged and blessed to have this Eurocentric white supremacy culture so why should we, and for that matter how can we, change?


This would involve a radical recovery from our racist heritage, a deconstruction of our world view. We would need to detox from the magic spell we have allowed to consume us for generations, centuries; in short, our world would come to an end. But perhaps we would discover who we really are as we discovered ourselves as members rather than masters in the global village. We would then accept Johnny, his language, his dress, his hair, his culture as equal to ours. We would even accept his thinking outside our box and he would not be penalized for such since we now see him as our equal, as a man among men, as a woman among women.


When world events happened, we would consult him for his views on the matter. We would not ignore his opinion or refuse to implement his ideas that may just happen to be sound and solid, based on a sense of history and reality, contrary to our which is based on illusionary hubris. As a matter of fact, I left the Achievement Gap Summit early to attend an Afro-Asian sponsored fund raiser for Merve Dymally who is running for State Senator, even though he is eighty years old. At the event I met and talked with Asians who assured me they could get my books printed in China, even translated into Chinese for the people of China.


And so it is, we must prepare for the world beyond the white box of Americana that has been nothing but a shallow grave for our people. But in the shallow grave there is hope of resurrection, only if we are willing to jump out in a hurry, yes, seize the time, for time can be reversed. Before leaving Sacramento I watched a television program about a family in Turkey who walked on all fours, a reversal of evolution. And it was said at the conference on education that this present black generation is the worse ever, and thus we are perhaps witnessing a reversal of evolution unless we make a great leap forward.


And indeed, this will involve revolutionary changes in education, including the establishment of independent institutions financed by ourselves so they can remain independent, staffed by persons who teach with love and a sense of service, as Mr. Tavis Smiley said in his keynote address at the conference. Tavis may not be prepared for the revolution I speak about, but he is correct about love and service. He also spoke about fulfilling the promise, and we know the founding fathers called upon the people to again make revolution if the promise is not kept.


--Dr. M/marvin x



11/15/07




Moratorium on Theory

A Response to Wilson J. Moses by Rudolph Lewis

Most formulae that are currently presented by well-meaning contemporary Brothers and Sisters are flawed by impatience, and haste, leading to a "magpies nest" of schemes informed by incomplete knowledge of our past, and a failure to engage in the painful and pessimist appraisal of black traditions, that Harold Cruse advised in his flawed, but brilliant masterpiece The Crisis of the Negro Intellectual. His central advisory was overlooked. What he said was: Declare a moratorium on theory until you have studied our own past.—Wilson


I just read a piece by Marvin X, titled "Bridging the Racial Gap in Education." Specifically, it is a complaint about schools in California and their seeming educational failure with regard to black as well as Hispanic students. One marker of this failure is the black dropout rate of 50%, which is similar to other black urban educational systems across the country; in some systems like Detroit and Baltimore they are even higher. Seemingly, these students, however, at some point get a GED, for over 75% of blacks above 25 have at least a high school equivalency. Marvin's indictment against the public school system as presently organized is that they are "Eurocentric" and ooze with Eurocentric values in the classroom, that is, "white supremacy" or colonial-like "domination" values. And thus he recommends independent black schools supported by blacks with curriculums influenced primarily by Afrocentrists like Dr.Wade Nobles.

These kinds of criticisms and recommendations made me take your advice to heart: "Most formulae that are currently presented by well-meaning contemporary Brothers and Sisters are flawed by impatience, and haste, leading to a "magpies nest" of schemes informed by incomplete knowledge of our past." Further, it makes me think of your book Alexander Crummell: A Study of Civilization and Discontent (1992). Crummell was a priest and an above-average preacher. Of his writings we are mostly left with his sermons. But Crummell wanted to be a teacher. He wanted to transmit the principles of civilization into the minds of young black scholars. You point out his catalogue by which he would "introduce among our youthful citizens a sound and elevating English literature" (150). Among these one cannot find one black writer, not even Frederick Douglass' Narrative nor The Interesting Narrative of the Life of Olaudah Equiano or Gustavus Vassa.

Before he reached Cambridge, most of Crummell's learning took place in independent schools for blacks, beginning with the African Free School in New York. His schoolmates included Samuel Ringgold Ward, Henry Highland Garnet, and James McCune Smith. Crummell’s education was thoroughly Eurocentric, yet he was by turns a black nationalist, a Pan Africanist, a colonizationist, an abolitionist, a Liberian and African nationalist, a Civilizationist, an Ethiopianist, an Anglophile, and sometimes all at once. These ideological perspectives were more a commitment to black uplift rather than a pedagogical commitment to what we consider today cultural “blackness,” which Marvin (or Dr. M) thinks will make a difference in the scholarly commitment of black children. He proffers no evidence such a catalog or curriculum guarantees a different scholarly production.

For much of his life Crummell wanted to head a black college, to found black schools. Of course, he would not have wanted to start black schools to teach Afrocentric texts or black folklore, or the current black mythologies or any of the recommended texts for today's black independent schools. He would want his black students to master the European classics, be able to read Greek and Latin and know other European languages. One wonders indeed whether teaching Afrocentrist texts primarily would decrease black dropout rates. Crummell had no love for black popular education as we now formulate it. Popular culture did not then have the critical influence as it has now.

Wilson J. Moses' Alexander Crummell book can teach us much about the problems of founding independent black schools and other black "independent" institutions and their dependency on white benefactors. The problem is always money and usually the money among us do not go heavily into black educational commitments or experimental institutions and when they do they are geared toward getting one's students ready to pass entrance exams for the best Ivy League schools.

In his racial career, Crummell was concerned with "the spreading of a cosmopolitan civilization, rather than the nurturing of a cultural nationalism or separatism" (Alexander Crummell, 130). Middle-class African American parents (on the whole) are more in line, it seems, with Crummell’s idea of education as a means of mastering the principles of Western civilization to assimilate and to become successful, goals which have very little to do with political rebellion or decolonization or creating cultural warriors as an advance guard against cultural oppression or establishing a separate distinct racial nationalism.

I am afraid that the curriculums imagined by some Pan Africanist, black nationalists, and Afrocentists won’t do that, in any event. American realities have their demands that must be satisfied. Marvin suggests that the Black Arts Movement (BAM) threw a “monkey wrench” into the assimilationist plans of American public education. He says “even though the [black] revolution was aborted, enough information made it through the Cointelpro operation to alter the consciousness of a generation of students whose children and grandchildren are now of age and even in their unconsciousness are in rebellion against the Eurocentric domestic colonial regime. The children know something is very very wrong here and hence over fifty per cent drop out of the school system before graduation.” Such transmission is speculative at best. But if mindless rebellion was indeed transmitted, all the worst for us. From this perspective we are as blameworthy as "Cointelpro."

So, according to Marvin (Dr. M), the 60s literary revolution is a cause, then, of the present scholarly revolt of public school students, as manifested in the 50% drop-out rates. It is not the lack of such BAM texts, even if the more important ones were available in print, existing in today's public school education. The problem is how we regard and approach such texts, or any black texts. I wonder indeed in such Afrocentric schools would there be a study of an Alexander Crummell or even a Martin Delany. Both Crummell and Delany would have serious criticisms of contemporary "blackism" or the "bitterness" found in Black Arts texts. These 60s' texts of rebellion, I doubt, would provide the skeptical scholarly approach to a well-rounded education that black students require to operate truly as liberated beings in our contemporary world.

In a recent black Canadian commentary, “Debunking myths about African centred schools” (The Star), the authors George J. Sefa Dei and Arlo Kempf believe “Often integration means giving up one's identity in a so-called "multicultural mosaic." What “identity” these authors reference is unstated and unclear to me or any reader. If one seeks a Canadian identity, integration seems the path to take. Their characterization of the desired black independent school is similarly obscure: “They will be open to all who share Afrocentric ideals, who have high expectations of the learner and who are willing to go the extra mile to ensure success for all. The African-centred school is defined more by a set of principles and philosophies governing the conduct of school than the race of its students and teachers.” Most parents of black public school children would be similarly puzzled by the concept of “Afrocentric ideals.” I know that I am.

In such schools I wonder what use would be made of say the life of Martin R. Delany or his The Condition, Elevation, Emigration, and Destiny of the Colored People of the United States (1852) and its criticism of black life in America. Or whether such schools would be willing to deal thoroughly with 19th century African American intellectual life at all, which has a Victorian cast to it, and their emphasis on the "civilization and Christianization of Africa." Of course, it could not be done adequately without a knowledge of white American, English, and European intellectual history and life.

The dualistic arguments about a white vs. a black education are indeed rationally problematic. Neither can fit neatly into a vacuum. It is to escape one evil and to enter another. A truly scholarly education, I doubt, can fit well into either one of these paradigms. What we should argue is that the present public school systems are not truly scholarly and that they tend more toward propaganda and programming. That is indeed to be avoided. But we do not want a black version of the same problem.

I haven't read Delany fully since the early 80s when I was writing my master's thesis. I need to read him again. His The Condition and other black texts of the 19th century should indeed have their readings in public schools. But we do not have the teachers prepared to teach such texts in white or black systems and if they were prepared I do not think that they would be allowed to teach them. And if they were allowed to teach them I am uncertain that black students would respond any better to them than the ones they now seemingly reject.

I came across an interesting passage from The Condition, which maybe relevant to our present economic concerns:

White men are producers—we are consumers. They build houses, and we rent them. They raise produce, and we consume it. They manufacture clothes and wares, and we garnish ourselves with them. They build coaches, vessels, cars, hotels, saloons, and other vehicles and places of accommodations, and we deliberately wait until they have got them in readiness, then walk in, and contend with as much assurance for 'right,' as though the whole thing was bought, paid for, and belonged to us (The Condition 45).


With all our supposed wealth (buying power) and education and cosmopolitan sophistication, how many black spokesmen would make such a candid statement to our contemporary black middleclass consumers. And if they did, what indeed would be their recommendations in how to respond to it? It seems indeed that they should have enough study and scholarly background to be critical of the one that Delany offered over a century ago. So indeed Moses' advisory (cross) should be taken up by us all: "Declare a moratorium on theory until you have studied our own past."

Even those of us with advanced degrees have holes in our knowledge of the past whether it is black or white or Hispanic or other literatures. The search for knowledge indeed cannot cease at graduate ceremonies.

Monday, June 13, 2011

Oakland Declares War on Oakland Pigs




Oakland Declares war on Oakland Pigs.

Pig Murderer Waited til Midnight to exit Los Angeles Jail after serving eleven months for the cold blooded killing of young Oscar Grant on New Year's Day, 2009.


Brothers in the hood vow on their mother's grave they will not endure another cold blooded murder by the police. Broken windows will not suffice. Marching is dead. It is guerrilla war.

We think there is one last chance for the power structure to rein in their pigs. They must come to an agreement with the people of this city that the murder will stop, otherwise, we shall close the city down. Why should 75% of the City budget go to the police to kill us. Maybe we should reduce the police budget to 25% and hire our own kind to secure the hood.

We shaw the people in Egypt topple a government in 19 days, without violence on their part. We can do the same in Oakland. Close down this city without breaking a window. Just the idea of a gathering will cause the immediate boarding up of the downtown area.

Let us use the greatest weapon we have, our unity, to achieve the fulfillment of our needs, wants and desires in this city that has long ignored us.

Present our demands, and, if not met, follow with the General Strike, especially in the downtown area. You shall be surprised how soon the Mayor will present a job program for the men and women in the hood.

On a personal level, a book store on Broadway owed me money for books but didn't want to pay me until I organized a boycott in front of their store. After 30 minutes they came out to ask me inside to tell them how much money I needed, then wrote me a check! Somebody better get a healing up in here.

Sincerely,

Marvin X

6/13/11

Malcolm X Daughter Awaits Sentencing


Malcolm X’s Daughter Freed After Pleading Guilty To Theft

Associated Press on June 10, 2011

NEW YORK — A daughter of slain civil rights leader Malcolm X was released from jail Thursday after pleading guilty to stealing the identity of an elderly family friend to run up more than $55,000 in credit card bills.

Malikah Shabazz, 46, walked free after entering the plea at a courthouse in Queens. She had been in custody since her arrest in North Carolina on Feb. 18. Her deal with prosecutors calls for her to pay back the money and be on probation for five years.

“She’s excited to be reunited with her daughter,” said her lawyer, Russell Rothberg. He said his client had no other comment.

The youngest of Malcolm X’s children, Shabazz could have gotten years in prison if convicted. A judge set the formal sentencing date for July 28, and said he intended to accept a punishment of probation and restitution.

Queens prosecutors said Shabazz used the personal financial information of longtime family friend Khaula Bakr to open credit card accounts in Bakr’s name. The 70-year-old New York City woman’s late husband was one of Malcolm X’s bodyguards on the night he was assassinated in 1965.

Bakr discovered the scam when she got a letter from Wells Fargo Bank demanding payment of $28,789 on an overdue account.

Queens District Attorney Richard Brown said Shabazz “preyed upon the trusting nature of a once close family friend.”

A court in New York first issued a warrant for Shabazz’s arrest in 2009, but she wasn’t taken into custody until this spring, after social service workers visited her home in North Carolina to investigate an anonymous complaint that her daughter wasn’t attending school. Her family said the 13-year-old is home-schooled.

The case is the second legal entanglement for Shabazz over a financial difficulty. Several years ago, a valuable trove of her father’s writings was auctioned off after she failed to pay rent on a storage locker in Florida. The collection was later returned to the family and is now on long-term loan to the Schomburg Center for Research in Black Culture.

Do Not Despair, Black Youth






Do Not Despair, Black Youth


A young man came to my table at the Berkeley Flea Market this weekend to buy a book. At first I wasn't sure what he wanted, for he walked up and stood before me tall, black and handsome, looking somewhat like a Christian child that belonged to a Holy Ghost church or maybe spirit filled Baptist.

But he was on a mission and knew exactly what he wanted. He said, "Marvin X, I was in juvenile hall when you came to speak and I want to buy one of your books." Slightly shocked but full of joy, I said, "Is that right?"

"How much is y our book, man?" I said twenty dollars and he promptly reached into his wallet and handed me a twenty. "I have a bonus for you," and handed him two books, a pamphlet and a DVD.

He was courteous and respectful. I didn't recall him at juvenile hall but he clearly had been moved by my talk. I didn't take his name but told him how to get in touch with me--obviously he knew how! "Stay in touch," I said as he walked away.

We wonder if this young man knew he represented a bright light in the dark room of Bay Area youth affairs. The week ended with the tragic conviction of three young men in the slaying of Oakland Post Editor Chauncey Bailey. Their co-conspirators in the Oakland Police Department remain free to continue their iniquities under the color of law.

After the guilty verdict, Oakland Post Publisher Paul Cobb refused interviews with the Monkey Mind Media that refused to seriously entertain the notion OPD officers were involved in the murder of his editor. Since one of their officers mentored the convicted killers, Paul suggested the formation of the Chauncey Bailey Project to consider the police role, but it refused to pursue the police angle, even though they vowed to continue the work of Chauncey.

And what was the work of Chauncey? Police corruption and wickedness at City Hall under former Mayor Jerry Brown. Nor did the DA want to consider Paul's line of investigation. He was not called during the trial. Police involvement is clear when it was revealed the raid on the compound of the young men was supposed to take place the day before Chauncey was killed but the OPD delayed until the day after his murder.

KTVU television news obtained OPD records that show the OPD Chief lied about reasons for the delay. He claimed they delayed because a lead officer was on a hiking trip. After the murder and raid, the Chief took a hike to Mexico, not before telling Paul Cobb if he pursued the OPD role in the murder of Chauncey, he should get a bulletproof vest.

Oakland and the Bay Area had its nerves rattled again when it was announced the BART police officer who murdered young Oscar Grant while he lay on his stomach, was to be released after eleven months of a two year sentence. Recall that NFL quarterback Michael Vick served four years for killing dogs.

Yes, the youth fresh out of juvenile was a bright light in a dark room. We pray he will stay out. But he will need the support of his village, especially the elders.
--Marvin X
6/13/11

Friday, June 10, 2011

Art, Science, Technology and the Advancement of Society





David Blackwell

Born: April 24, 1919; place: Centralia, Illinois
AB (1938) University of Illinois-Urbana Champaign; AM (1939) University of Illinois-Urbana Champaign
Ph.D. (1941) Statistics, University of Illinois-Urbana Champaignthesis: Some Properties of Markoff Chains; Advisor: Joseph L. Doob
: Professor Emeritas of Statistics, University of California at Berkeley
Research Intertests: Mathematics
university URL: http://stat-www.berkeley.edu/users/davidbl/; email: none

David Blackwell is, to mathematicians, the most famous, perhaps greatest, African Amercan Mathematician. He earned his Bachelor of Arts in Mathematics in 1938, Master of Arts in Mathematics in 1939, and his Ph.D. in 1941 (at the age of 22), all from the University of Illinois.
He is the seventh African American to receive a Ph.D. in Mathematics. He is the first and only African American to be any one of: a member of the National Academy of Sciences, a President of the American Statistical Society, and a Vice President of the America Mathematics Society.

Chronology:

David Harold Blackwell grew up in Centralia, Illinois, a town of 12,000 on the "Mason-Dixson Line." He was raised in a family which expected and supported working hard and a little faster than most folk. Blackwell says he was fortunate to attend a mixed school rather than the all black school. While he was growing up, "Southern Illinois was probably fairly racist. But I was not even aware of these problems -- I had no sense of being discriminated against." As a schoolboy, Blackwell did not care for algebra and trigonometry ("I could do it and I could see that it was useful, but it wasn't really exciting.")

Geometry turned him on. "The most interesting thing I remember from calculus was Newton's method for solving equations. That was the only thing in calculus I really liked. The rest of it looked like stuff that was useful for engineers in finding moments of inertia and volumes and such."

In his junior year he took an elementary analysis course and really fell in love with mathematics. "That's the first time I knew that serious mathematics was for me. It became clear that it was not simply a few things that I liked. The whole subject was just beautiful." Four years later he had a Ph.D.

Dr. Blackwell was appointed a Postdoctoral Fellow at the Institute for Advanced Study from 1941 for a year. At that time, members of the Institute were automatically officially made visting fellows of Princeton University, and thus Blackwell was listed in its bulletin as such. This caused considerable ruckus as there had never been a black student, much less faculty fellow, at the University [most notably it had rejected Paul Robeson soley on race]. The president of Princeton wrote the director of the Institute that the Institute was abusing the University's hospitality by admitting a black.

At the Institute he met the great von Neumann who asked Blackwell about his thesis. Blackwell, "He [von Neumann] listened for ten minutes and he started telling me about my thesis." Colleagues in Princeton wished to extend Blackwell's appointment at the institute. However, the president of Princeton organized a great protestation.*

When it was time to leave the institute, Blackwell knew no white schools would hire him, and he applied to all 105 Black schools in the country. After instructorships at Southern University and Clark College, Dr. Blackwell joined the faculty of Howard University from 1944 as an instructor.. At the time, Howard University "was the ambition of every black scholar." In three years, Blackwell had risen to the rank of Full Professor and Chairman.

Inspite of heavy teaching duties, not to speak of heavy administrative duties and a mathematically unstimulating institution, Blackwell published a substantial amount of research. He spent a couple of summers at the RAND corporation and was a Visiting Professor of Statisitcs at Stanford University in 1950-51.

Still Blackwell searched for mathematics around Washington and met M. A. Girschick of the Department of Agriculture and who was to be a collaborator in many works: their 1954 book, Theory of Games and Statistical Decisions, is classic in the area. With the exception of a one year visit to Stanford University, Blackwell stayed at Howard until 1954. When he left, he had been Chair of the Department of Mathematics and had published more than 20 papers.

In 1954 he gave an invited address in probability at the International Congress of Mathematicians in Amsterdam (The Netherlands). Right afterwards, he was appointed Professor of Statistics at the University of California at Berkeley, where he was chairman of the Statistics Department for many years.

He was President of the Institute of Mathematical Statistics in 1955. He has also been Vice President of the American Statistical Association, the International Statistical Institute, and the American Mathematical Society. He is an Honorary Fellow of the Royal Statistical Society. In 1965 he became the first African American named to the National Academy of Sciences.

In 1979 Blackwell won the von Neumann Theory Prize (the Operations Research Society of America) in 1979. He is also a member of the American Academy of Arts and Sciences.
Aside from the books he has published, his teaching ability is supported as the advisor to more than 50 Ph.D. students including the African American Wesley Thompson and the African Jonathan Chukwuemeka Nkwuo. A list of his students is here.

He also made a film Blackwell made for the American Mathematical Society called Guessing at Random.Though retired, Dr. Blackwell lives in Berkeley, California, where he remains active in mathematical research.

Queen Mother Elizabeth





Cattlett Mora, artist, sculptor






revolutionary activist








A piece by Mother Cattlett






dedicated to the Black Panther Party





























Art, Science, Technology and the Advancement of Society







No society can advance without great minds working on that advancement in the scientific arena. North American Africans suffer a brain drain of their best minds co-opted and literally stolen from our community by the dominant culture. Rather than our genius students in math, engineering, technology, medicine and other areas working on our upliftment, they are lost and turned out by corporate capitalist America to be captives of the White Supremacy culture that siphons their genius talents for, among other things, the US military's world hegemony.








Dr. W.E.B. DuBois, perhaps the






greatest scientific mind produced






by North American Africans








On one level, we know segregation was a blessing simply because our best minds were restricted to our community. Doctors, engineers, lawyers, mathematicians, physicists all were forced to give their talents to us, rather than "them." Of course when "they" discovered the very best of us with genius talent, even under segregation they swooped us away, sometimes kidnapped us to serve white supremacy culture.






We think of the great mathematician Blackwell who remains largely unknown to our people even to this day because he was forced to serve "them." Science thus becomes a political phenomena, often for the benefit of an oppressive society. American scientists were made to work on the atomic bomb and later deeply regretted doing so. And you know one of us worked on that bomb as well.






It is the same in the arts. We need only think of Elizabeth Cattlett Mora, one of our very greatest painters and sculptors, who is only now at 90 years old, being discovered by her people, largely due to her revolutionary political views that were offensive and considered dangerous to the American government. A more recent example would be Gil Scott Herron, a tortured genius whose words were anathema to America.





Need we recall W.E.B. DuBois, perhaps our greatest mind ever produced in the hells of North America, a social scientist who eventually fled America to Africa, simply because with all his knowledge he felt like a nigguh, as he told Chairman Mao in China when Mao introduced him to speak before a million people at Tiananmen Square. Or think of the great mind and voice of Paul Robeson, another genius of the first order who was also hounded and treated like a dog because he refused to bow down to American racism and imperialism.














Paul Robeson, geat singer, actor,





revolutionary, activist, in his role as the
Moor in Shakespeare's Othello.









We wonder why so many of our problems go unsolved, yet it is simply because many of our best scientific and creative minds are captive of the dominant culture and prevented from addressing our critical issues, especially from a scientific perspective. When we consider revolution from a scientific perspective, we shall advance expeditiously. We must move beyond "any means necessary."







But how can we address this problem of the brain drain? Dr. Ben talked about the African brain drain in the destruction of Nile Valley Civilization. Of course the original mission of "Black Studies" was to obtain knowledge and return to the community, just as foreign students come to America, gain scientific skills, then return home to China, India, Africa, then proceed to nation build.






Black Studies morphed into creating a classical colonial elite group of scholars and scientists whose main focus became tenure rather than community. As a result, social problems, issues in health and welfare were neglected to the abject detriment of community. Their warped thinking allowed Europeans, Asians and others to address many critical issues, including history, sociology and philosophy. After 40 years, many of the historians on North American Africans are European. A Middle Eastern professor had to make the connection between the Black Arts Movement and Muslim American literature. A recent anthology of Black California literature is by a South Asian. Is this by design or simply slothful, niggardly thinking on the part of our scholars and social scientists? The most critical comment made against Manning Marable's biography of Malcolm X is about his myopia in connecting Malcolm with community. No, it was his own connection or disconnection from community that prevented him from a proper analysis of Malcolm! Because of his training and alienation, it is often an awsome if not impossible task for the academic to make that connection to community.












The academic often suffers a degree of schizophrenia. Howard University's great young scholar, Dr. Greg Carr, asked me how was I able to make that transition from academia to the street, although I am more street than academic.












For me it is a matter of focus and concern. For sure, I am more comfortable at Academy of da Corner than academia. But it is a choice I made long ago. I was shocked during a lecture at Morehouse when a student asked how does one talk to the street brothers? He had obviously lost his mind and a "street" brother had to break it down for him.












But imagine the pervasiveness of the problem in academia, as revealed in Manning's biography. For example, his lack of understanding the powerful role of the Nation of Islam on the community in general and Malcolm in particular. The Nation of Islam was, in fact, the community black studies program. The philsosphy, mythology and ritual of the NOI was a fundamental factor in the transformation of radical consciousness in the North American African community during the 60s.






We see the result of the "Crisis of the Negro Intellectual" in the prison population, the economic devastation of our community with no real solution from our thinkers and scientists, the pervasive sexual or gender identity crisis due to lack of manhood and womanhood training.







Joseph Campbell would say we see the result in the headlines of the daily newspapers, the pervasive crime, partner violence, drug abuse and pandemic health issues. And yet within the very population usurped, surely lie answers to the many conundrums facing our people. Within the population of the socalled wretched of the earth are those genius minds who have the dedication but lack the opportunity to train for the scientific advancement of our nation.






Scholars who are captives in the colonial elite slave system lack the commitment to service our community. They are thus unable to give the needed inspiration so many of our children must have to seek advancement in the sciences so they can bring about the society for today and tomorrow.






As I have traveled across country to speak at colleges and universities, I've met very few students who are science majors, most are in the humanities, social sciences and business. But we need only observe the subjects foreign students major in to get a clue what areas we must stress to our students as members of an underdeveloped nation.






It is because we are philosophically off base that we cannot see our condition as communal rather than individual, something the foreign students are crystal clear about. They know for sure they are not in America to gain skills for their individual self, but rather for their people.







Somehow, perhaps a post-black studies philosophy can alter the mental blindness our children suffer. Black Studies has been an intentional failure because the dominant society had no interest in seriously uplifting our community.







At this present moment, America is clearly demonstrating she has no interest in us other than containment. She has use for our very best minds, the rest are disposable. Their labor is not needed, therefore there is no reason to properly educate them for the future. They are more valuable incarcerated, which only furthers the brain drain, for surely within those jails and prison cells are minds that are wasting away, but have the potential to save us from a myriad ills and afflictions, social, psychological, economic, political, scientific and spiritual.







Our poor children are convinced by wretched, evil, jealous and envious school teachers (white and black teachers) that they cannot learn foreign languages, physics, math and other sciences. Yet they are descendants of men and women who invented language, math, geometry, chemistry, biology and literature. Our culture is as scientific as it is musical, after all, music is science and math. We have thus been hoodwinked and bamboozled, lost and turned out on the way to grandmother's house (Whispers, Olivia).







Concerned community members must demand excellence only from our students. Anything less than excellence is an insult to our ancestors and elders. All this posing cool on the corner must go, except posing cool at Academy of da Corner, engaging in conversation that will propel us forward into the new millennium.













Students at Academy of da Corner,






14th and Broadway, Oakland CA









Imagine, some students used to "rap" on the steps of Oakland's Merritt College when it was on Grove Street or Martin Luther King, Jr. These students were self motivated to learn all they could about themselves and their people. These students went on to organize themselves for the liberation of their people. They shook up Oakland, America and the World. These students included Huey P. Newton, Bobby Seale, Ernie Allen, Kenny Freeman, Carol Freeman, Richard Thorne, Ann Williams, Maurice Dawson, Isaac Moore, myself and others. Out of these students standing on the steps of Merritt College rapping developed the Black Panther Party and the Black Arts Movement.






The time calls for scientific revolution that will advance us into first class members of the world, equals with China, Brazil, India. As we did at Merritt College, students of today must discipline themselves to advance, not survive but thrive. Amiri Baraka asked students at San Francisco State University, "Is it difficult for you?" You must answer him, "No, sir!"










Amiri Baraka (aka LeRoi Jones),






our greatest living revolutinary






writer/activist.













--Marvin X






6/11/11







Marvin X is chancellor of Academy of






da Corner, a peripatetic school in Oakland CA






at 14th and Broadway, downtown. He is the






author of 30 books.




























































































































Chauncey Bailey and the Monkey Mind Media


Chauncey Bailey Murder Trial and the Monkey Mind Media
At the guilty verdict in the murder of Oakland Post Editor Chauncey Bailey, the Monkey Mind Media is continuing their world of make believe version of events, stressing the outright lie of no government or police involvement in his murder. Their contradictions are evident when court records state that the now convicted murderers were associated with government officials such as Congresswoman Barbara Lee, Assemblyman Sandre Swanson, Supervisor Keith Carson, former Speaker Don Perata,and former Mayor Ron Dellums. That relationship went back to the reign of bakery founder, Dr. Yusef Bey, also a friend of this writer. But friendship is one thing, murder another.

The Monkey Mind Media admits the close association of the bakery men with OPD officer Longmire. Why then can the MMM find no government or police involvement, yet the mission of the Monkey Mind Media’s Chauncey Bailey Project is to continue the work of Chauncey Bailey. For your information, Chauncey was also working on corruption in the political establishment and the Oakland Police Department. Has the Monkey Mind Media Chauncey Bailey Project pursued this path in investigation? No! Why not? What we have in this case in not only sloppy police work, but even sloppier journalism, partly because the media finds the police a goup of "fine gentlemen who can do no wrong!" Meanwhile the Bay Area is infested with police departments from Contra Costa County to San Francisco under indictment for crimes under the color of law. How did Oakland escape, in spite of threats by the former police chief to Oakland Post Publisher Paul Cobb, "If you pursue the police connection to Chauncey's murder, you better get a bulletproof vest!" This smells of gangterism, but it is in the media as well. After publishing the remarks at a lunch meeting with Oakland Tribune Editor Martin Reynolds, he threatened to "come by my Academy of da Corner and throw a Molotov Cocktail at you."

The media and the establishment are one and the same, indivisible, including the socalled left wing, alternative media, especially KPFA radio that echoes the same pitiful white racist line that the sole reason Chauncey was killed was his upcoming expose of the Black Muslim Bakery. Even Pacifica’s KPFA fails to mention Chauncey’s investigation of the political establishment and especially police corruption. It is idiotic to think a man would be killed for revealing public information, the bankruptcy proceedings.

The Black Chauncey Bailey Project will continue Chauncey’s mission to uncover corruption in the political institutions, the police and the collusion of the Monkey Mind Media. We again quote James Baldwin on the murder of Malcolm X,
“The hand that pulled the trigger didn’t buy the bullet!”
--Marvin X
Black Chauncey Bailey Project,
www.theblackchaunceybaileyproject.blogspot.com