From Crack Heads to Cell Phone Heads

They teach in Recovery that addiction is addiction is addiction. This is why I employ the harm reduction model in my own drug and alcohol addiction. Yes, I am still a dope fiend/alcoholic but I practice harm reduction, i.e., I pay my rent, wash my ass, clean my house (a little), communicate with my children and grandchildren, etc. I do revolutionary work, I write write write. If I die as a dope fiend/alcoholic, I don't mind joining my friends in Dope Fiend Heaven or Hell.Iin the words of our beloved Hillary Clinton, "What difference does it make?" In the words of Chris Rock, "Yeah, I said it, I said it!" Motherfuckas say I'm a crazy motherfucka and all my friends were crazy, i.e., Sun Ra, Amiri Baraka, Huey Newton, Eldridge Cleaver, et al. But what did the sane, sober motherfuckas do in the revolution? You got to be a crazy motherfucka to challenge the USA, US Army, Navy, Air Force,
Marines, National Guard, FBI, CIA, NSA, Homeland Security, police, snitches and agents provocateurs. You got to be a crazy motherfucka not to care about death, prison, exile, house arrest and the plethora of amenities that await revolutionaries or anyone who challenges the capitalist system, the blood sucker of the poor, the exploiter of the 85% or 99% deaf, dumb and blind.

Sadly, Elijah was right when he said they are hard to lead in the right direction, easy to lead in the wrong direction. He said, "Why do we love the devil? Because he gives us nothing!" After 400 years in the Wilderness of North America, the socalled Negro don't want nothing but a job, the reason he was brought here in the first place, for free or nearly free labor, from chattel slavery to wage slavery. In 2018, he still lookin' for a job, good job. Give that nigga a good job and he will sell out his mama! Then when the boss fires his ass, he goes home and beats his woman. Yeah, she been by his side all the way, loving him, giving him babies, washing his dirty drawers, sucking and fucking him at his pleasure, but he wants to misplace his aggression upon her, not the white man who pimped his ass then gave his job to the white woman, or some gay, lesbian, transsexual or trysexual motherfucka and poor brother (and sister) thought they had a good job for life, thought they were part of the pimp's family. FYI, I ain't got nothing against nobody for their sexual life, but when brothers and sisters bring shit to me, I'm gonna tell it like it is. You can't fire me, don't care if you sell my books. I rather sell my books directly to the people. Fuck book stores, I rather give the people the 40% discount book stores charge. After my labor of writing, why do you deserve 40%, and wholesalers want 65 to 70%, then here come the tax man for his 10%, what the fuck!

I ain't trying to be nobody's leader, I don't want nobody to follow me around the block and I sure ain't following nobody around the block. As they say in prison and jail, ride yo own beef.
Let everybody be the leader, let everybody be the central command. When the US invaded Cambodia to destroy the Viet Cong Central Command, the Viet Cong said, "America cannot destroy the central command because we are all the central command!"

But as I recall my days as a Crack Head (documented in my play One Day in the Life, especially the scene made into a one act play by Ed Bullins and myself, Salaam, Huey Newton, Salaam), I recall running through the streets of San Francisco's Tenderloin and the Streets of West, North and East Oakland with Crack in my hand, rushing from the dope man to my house or hovel as it usually was, sometimes it was a TL alley or Hindu Hilton hotel room, SRO, dumps so dilapidated there was no locks on the doors, but one didn't care as long as one had a space to hit the pipe and go crazy.

But the Crack era has subsided or morphed into the Opioid zone as per chemical drugs. But, alas, there is now a drug more sinister and vile that all other drugs combined: the Cell Phone. Rather than addicts running through the streets with Crack in hand, we now see a global addiction to cell phone psychosis, yes, beyond a neurosis, yes, cell phone psychosis, a total break with reality in which the addict almost never removes the object of their addiction from their hand, literally, never: not while walking, talking to another human being, eating dinner, defecating, sexual intercourse, yes, the
entire daily round is consumed with cell phone in hand. Any any attempt to remove this vile object full of radiation may be the cause of cancer but most certainly the disconnection of human to human interaction in real time, I mean the touching, hugging, kissing, physical interaction between human beings. Lovers nor families can meet without this devil device in their midst.

The Cell Phone heads are thus addicts in a pandemic worse that all the world's chemical drugs combined. We cannot imagine the destruction this device is doing to socalled civilization. Yet, when used in the positive, most especially as a repository of knowledge and information, the cell phone is without peer, after all, it is a computer of the first order. And Becky will tell you any and everything you want and need to know, just Google her. But imagine, many have never Googled Becky, they spend their daily round stalking lovers and would be lovers with the mantra, "Where you at, where you at?" Sadly, the person asking probably doesn't know where he/she is at. Ask them, "Are you on the North East corner of Martin Luther King, Jr. Drive? After all, Dr. Frantz Fanon told us the oppressed man/woman is disoriented, he doesn't know where he is, and most especially who he/she is. Tell him, "You are a North American African." You are not a Continental African, European African, Caribbean African, Central and South American African.  Becky will tell who you are.
And if you can't spell, she will say, "Did you mean....?"

Friday, March 12, 2010

Parable of the Cell Phone

Parable of the Cell Phone


We have come to the death of speech. The era of high spiritual consciousness shall make speech unnecessary because we shall be keen enough to read thoughts up close and from afar. We shall understand as we understood not so long ago the glance of an eye from mama when we were misbehaving. There was no mistaking what mama's eyes were saying to us: straighten up and fly right or face the consequences.

In the old days, lovers and friends of long time could communicate without speech: they could read each others minds. This is also true when those of high consciousness have met for a short time. It all has to do with the Oneness of being, the One Mind that propels the universe, the universe of thought and the resultant action.

Speech is thus a kind of laziness and redundancy since we already know what we are thinking. And how often have we called someone thousands of miles away to hear them say they were just thinking about us or they had just mentioned our name in conversation. Or, they knew we were sick or someone was dead.

So how strange it is that we think the cell phone is an invention of high technology when it is, in fact, already obsolete in the era of spiritual consciousness. Furthermore, 90% of phone conversations are of no importance whatsoever. It is similar to when man discovered the wheel, surely many wheels were rolled down the hill for fun and entertainment.

The cell phone is such a device, and has become dangerous to our health. The Los Angeles train wreak happened because the conductor was text messaging. So we have new technology taking us backward into danger and death, rather than forward into life more abundantly.

People are so overjoyed with the new technology they cannot eat without it, cannot have sex without their cell phone in hand. What is more important, reaching a climax or talking to another girlfriend or boyfriend or business partner? Not only should the cell phone be banned while driving, but while eating and making love. Unless you are President Obama, that shit you talking about ain't hardly important. Aristotle said long ago that there were very few things in life really important.

And the last thing a woman needed was a cell phone. After all, (as if the man doesn't do the same Goddamn thing) she walks talking, sits talking, sleeps talking, eats talking, screws talking, on the toilet talking, in the bathtub talking. She will be in her coffin talking on the cell phone.

Sister

Yeah, these nigguhs is here at my funeral. Yeah, that bitch is here. Now you know I don't like that bitch. I should get out this casket and beat her motherfuckin ass. How dare she come to my funeral after I caught her and my man fucking. They can fuck forever now cause I'm outta here.
Yeah, I'm gone baby girl. But did you hear that other bitch sing that song I don't like? Yeah, how dat hoe gon sing a song I don't even like at my funeral. I should get out this casket and whip her ass too.

These nigguhs is too much for me. I'm so glad I'm outta here. And my man sittin there cryin crocodile tears. You know he gonbe at one of his other bitches house tonight. She gon be feelin all sorry for him. I should send my spirit over her house and bust up they shit. Know what I mean. I should just command my spirit over her place and fuck it up.

Now bout this heaven shit, Girl. We go see when I get there. Better be some fine nigguhs up in heaven or I'm goin down to hell. I am not gonna be where no mud duck lookin nigguhs is. And I gotta be there for eternity. Hell to the naw. Cause I know I'm cute. Did you see what I had on at my wake last night. Yeah, was I cute, girlfriend? I told dem funeral people don't be makinme look like no damn ghost wit all dat gray ass makeup. Have me lookin cute leavin here.

Well, girl they bout to close the casket. I'm so sorry you couldn't make it but everybody got up and said they little piece. They didn't stop nobody from saying what they thought about me, but you know it was all lies. Nigguhs oughta stop lyin like that. Half them nigguhs hated my guts.
You shoulda seen that hoe came dressed like mother Hubbard, crying all over my casket, bout to knock me ova. I started to raise up and slap dat bitch, but I kept my cool. I just kept lookin up at the ceiling.

Girl you take care. I hope they got some damn cigarettes in heaven, and they better have some Hennessey, I swear, or I'm going straight to hell.
Let me get off dis phone. Later, girl.

It is a new addiction and thus detox and recovery are in order. Go sit somewhere and listen to the inner self, don't be afraid, let self talk with self! You do have a self, right?

Most importantly, the cell phone may be a danger to our health, causing brain damage from radiation. In Europe, pregnant women are banned from using the cell phone. And with the I-phone and U-phone, Black Berry and Red Berry, the multi-uses include greater radiation. So keep talking, Mr. and Mrs. Negro, African, Aboriginal.

But let's talk without talking. The time has arrived to use the mind God gave you, as my mother said to me so eloquently and repeatedly, although it took at least fifty years to sink in. May you rest in peace, Mom! If you don't use it, she said, you will lose it!

So let the Divine Mind flow through us and between us. Instead of medicating on drugs, why not use and exercise our minds to the highest level. Try the silent mode rather than the incessant talking loud but saying nothing as ancestor James Brown told us.

Sometimes talking is a way of avoiding the other person because they never get the chance to speak. And this is the intent of the person dominating the conversation. Thus, constant talking is a devious attempt to block truth. The truth is often in the silence, or what you don't say.

Now some of those who are unable to shut up suffer a nervous condition and are in need of therapy and medication. Silence is probably their best therapy and medication. For sure, there is an apparent disorder in the personality that is preventing them from reaching higher consciousness, i.e., to speak without speaking, to hear without listening, to see without looking.

By the way, I cut off my cell phone service. ESP me. 

--Marvin X
Yuba City Jail
10/6/08

Revised 3/12/10

Notes on the Untold Story of the Black Student Revolution at San Francisco State University

Former San Francisco State College/University students and members of the NSA and BSU and community brothers, founders of Black Dialogue Magazine, a critical BAM journal: Aubrey LaBrie, Marvin X, Abdul Sabrey (Gerald LaBrie), Al Young; Arthur Sheridan, founding editor and Duke Williams.

Part One: The Visionary Students ine the Untold Story of the Black Student Revolution at San Francisco State University

--Marvin X

8/6/18

When we have been asked to recall the significance of our Black student revolution on campus and in the community, most of us had no idea what we were doing. Perhaps we were guided by the liberation energy in our DNA. For sure, many of us had no idea we were continuing the liberation struggle of those who came before. In our newfound white supremacy knowledge, we imagined we invented the wheel of Black liberation, after all, we morphed from Negro Students Association to the Black Student Union. 

But how did we get from Negro to Black? Imagine, we members of the NSA fought the name change to BSU. I was there and even I may have put up some resistance to the name change, no matter I had just transferred from Oakland's Merritt College where I received a proper dose of Revolutionary Black Nationalism from Donald Warden's Afro-American Association and from peer group study with fellow students Huey P. Newton, Bobby Seale, Ernie Allen, Richard Thorne, Ann Williams, Ken and Carol Freeman, Issac Moore, Maurice Dawson, et al. Peer Group study was our black studies. Then there was Rap sessions on the steps on Merritt College. Rapping meant extemporaneous speaking (free style) on political events, especially the national liberation of African states freeing themselves of colonialism, while we came to understand we were victims of domestic colonialism.

We studied E. Franklin Frazier's Black Bourgeoisie, Frantz Fanon's Wretched of the Earth, the writings of Kwame Nkrumah, Nelson Mandela's writings and the Sharpesville Massacre. On the eve of Kenya's independence, we studied Jomo's Kenyatta's ethnography of his Kikuyu tribe, Facing Mount Kenya. AAA member wore sweatshirts with Kenyatta's picture. 

Many of us Merritt students were unofficial followers of Malcolm X, especially after he addressed seven thousand students at UC Berkeley. I listened to him later that night at the NOI Mosque on 7th and Henry in West Oakland. Judy Juanita wrote a story about Black Nationalists at Merritt, featuring Isaac Moore and myself in the student newspaper.

Conscious parties was a most useful ritual in our revolution in consciousness at Merritt. A conscious party is when we gather for a social party but it is pre-planned that at a certain point the music stops, lights come on and we rapped on revolution, then we again played the music and turned down the lights. This was often repeated throughout the evening. 

As revolutionary black nationalists, no white people were allowed, no matter than some brothers were with white women. Perhaps we were narrow minded nationalists when we refused to consider the plea from brothers with white women than their woman was black in consciousness, and she probably was, but this notion didn't work as the but erliberation movement morphed from integration to Black Power. When Eldridge and I founded the Black House Political and Cultural Center in San Francisco, 1967, and Mrs. Amina Baraka was there with Amiri who used Black House at their community headquarters (she was also pregnant at this time with their first child, Obalaji, she neveut r lets me forget how my partner and BAM comrade, Ethna X. Wyatt, aka Hurriyah Asar, told a woman at the door who said she was Native American and white, "The Native American can come in but the white got to go!"

Merritt students connected with RAM, the Revolutionary Action Movement, headed by Robert F. Williams, (Negroes With Guns) and Max Stanford to produce SoulBook, the revolutionary black nationalist magazine, featuring the early writings of Grace and James Boggs, Little Willie of South Africa, Askia Toure, Ken and Carol Freeman, LeRoi Jones, aka Amiri Baraka, Sonia Sanchez, Marvin X, et al. Soulbook was a critical publication of the BAM/BLM. 

FYI, the Oakland Afro American Association's Los Angeles representative was Maulana Ron Karenga. Did Kwanza originate in Oakland. Ask AAA member Ed Howard.

As per Marvin X (Jackmon) and the West Coast Black Arts Movement, his first writings were published in the Merritt College Student Magazine and later Soulbook Magazine. Creative Writing instructor Adam Miller had the dramatic troupe Aldridge Players West before Black Arts West was founded by Ed Bullins and myself, San Francisco, 1966, Fillmore Street. 

In short, the AAA had created a well of Black consciousness in the Bay, not to neglect Oakland was the end of the line for Amtrak, including the West Coast headquarters of the Pullman Porters Union, the first Black union in America, with C.L. Dellums, uncle of recently deceased US Congressman and Mayor of Oakland, Ronald V. Dellums (RIP). Most importantly, Oakland's Seventh Street and San Francisco's Fillmore  were the cultural and economic Harlem of the West!

Sweet sweet codeine: Nigeria's cough syrup crisis - BBC Africa Eye docum...

Marvin X Notes on the Untold Story of the Black Student Revolution at San Francisco State University, 1968 b

Notes: Revolution, Youth, Old Age, Sickness and Death at San Francisco State University

Black Students at San Francisco State University ignited the longest and most violent student rebellion in American Academic History, 1968, in their struggle to establish Black and Ethnic Studies, joined by Third World peoples. Howard University Sociology Professor Dr. Nathan Hare was recruited for Chair of Black Studies at SF State College/now University, but he was rejected by the administration that had no desire to establish Black and Ethnic Studies at SFSC/U. Another critical issue was BSU/Black Panther Minister of Education, George Murray. "They" wanted him removed as lecturer in the English Department.

In 1968 I was underground in Harlem, NY, after I refused to fight in Vietnam. I dropped out of SFSC/U a short time the SFC/U Drama Department produced my first play, Flowers for the Trashman, at the suggestion of my English Professor, Medievalist, John Gardner. After the Drama Department’s production, an honor for an undergraduate, I dropped out of college to establish my own theatre in the Fillmore, across from Tree’s Pool Hall as described in Bernard’s narrative. Bernard mentions Leonard’s Bar B Que, Sun Reporter Newspaper, Half Note Club on Divisadero, Bunny Simon’s Play Pen and the jazz venue The Both/And.

Bunny Simon gave Black Dialogue Magazine his venue for a writer’s conference. If my memory is correct, cerca 1966, we performed my second play Come Next Summer, starring Bobby Seale as a young revolutionary trying to find himself. A white Communist, Saul Einstein, was trying to recruit the young black revolutionary. Soon after Bancobby Seale and Huey P. Newton founded the Black Panther Party.

This is why I say the Black Arts Movement was not the sister but the mother of the Black Arts Movement.

When LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka came to SFC/U with his Communications Project that included plays, poetry and a film Black Spring, now lost, it advanced the radical consciousness of BSU students and others. After George Murray performed the Preacher in Ben Caldwell’s The First Militant Preacher, he was never the same, he thereafter donned the persona of the revolutionary and was soon appointed Black Panther Party Minister of Education, as well as a member of  the BSU Central Committee.

George Murray

and I were undergrads at SFSC/U. He was a conservative poet from the Church of God in Christ, a church in East Oakland founded by his father. Knowing George as an undergrad, I would have never suspected he would become Minister of Education of the Black Panther Party. Yet my deepest suspicions told me George was revolutionized when he performed in LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka's SFSU Communications Project, 1967.

Contrary to Larry Neal's classic essay on the Black Arts Movement, in which vhe asserted, "The Black Arts Movement is the sister of the Black Power Movement

8/4/18 Marvin X Notes on the Untold Story of the Black Student Revolution at SFSU, 1968

How ironic to sit reading the life stories of my comrades in the Black Student Revolution at San Francisco State University, then stopping to call one of the student warriors, Judge George Colbert, in his hospital bed, with another warrior at his side, Terry Collins.

Last night I was in San Francisco at the home of Drs. Julia and Nathan Hare. Julia was asleep. Dr. Hare was editing my next book Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X, Introduction by Dr. Nathan Hare.

I am relieved he agreed to edit the manuscript, he has allowed me to get into my top priority project: The Untold Story of the Black Student Revolution at San Francisco State University.

As I perused the life stories of BSU and Strike leaders, given to me  by BSU strike leader Bernard Stringer , I thought about the fact that their narratives fit perfectly into the central theme of North American African Literature and liberation struggle: How I Got Ova', i.e., how I survived the American genocide of North American Africans.

The early life of fellow students Bernard Stringer and Sharon Treskanoff (just for starters in my perusal)  was depressing enough in the delineation of their comic-tragedy ( see Diop, Cultural Unity of Africa) of North American African students, not to think of my own narrative Somethin' Proper, Autobiography of a North American African Poet, Introduction by Dr. Nathan Hare), Black Bird Press, 1998. Sharon Treskanoff's story is a plethora of what North American Africans endure in these hells of North America. An old North American African is reported to have said, "Being Black ain't so bad, it's just inconvenient!" To escape this pervasive inconvenience, my daughter, Muhammida El Muhajir, has returned to our Motherland, Africa, now residing in Accra, Ghana, along with 5,000 North American Africans in Accra, Ghana. My daughter told Al Jazeera, "...Ghana may not have electricity 24/7, but they don't have white supremacy 24/7.... When I visit expensive stores, restaurants and hotels, nobody follows me around. Police do not kill people for no reason!...."

Muhammida as child of conscious parents (her mother Nisa Ra, was part of the Third World Student Revolution at UC Berkeley when she met Marvin X, Lecturer in Black Studies, 1972.  When Muhammida produced her inter-generational discussions in Brooklyn, NY and Philadelphia entitled Black Power Babies, and after reading the narratives of Bernard Stringer and Sharon Truskenoff, we must not submit to the reactionary narrative our liberation struggle was a failure, although the Black Liberation Army, coast to coast, suffered a military defeat by the overwhelming forces of the USA oppressor. But we have brainwashed our conscious children to continue the revolution until victory.

Sharon's narrative was full of joy and pain, Texas, San Francisco Hunters Point paid. As per Bernard Stringer's childhood joy and pain, I know well because his father operated a grocery store in Fresno  at Dunn and Thorne Streets. My grandmother lived on Dunn, across the street in the projects so I grew up in Mr. Stringer's store, a tall black man who spoke with authority. I don't think anyone ever robbed Mr. Stringer's store. I think Bernard concurred.

Sharon came from conscious parents in an interracial family, they were progressive and aggressive social activists.

What we see here is the story of generations of freedom fighters. The BSU students did not jump out of the box. First came the Negro Students Association. So we evolve, struggle and pass the baton to our children. Don't think they don't know what to do, alas, freedom is in their DNA!

Shortly before he joined the ancestors, Amiri Baraka was asked after his reading at UC Berkeley, "Mr. Baraka, what was your greatest achievement?"

He said, "I survived!"

So as I continue reading the SFSU BSU student narratives, I am honored to be in the number! Dr.y Nathan said we were the very best of our generation, who did all we could for our community, and  I must add sometimes to the neglect our our families. But in Muhammida's Black Power Babies, our children said they appreciated us as conscious parents, even though we forced them to wear African garb and did not allow them to celebrate Xmas, Easter, 4th of July and other white supremacy myths and rituals.

We appreciate so much the griot Phavia Kujichagulia when she spoke on the inter-generational discussion at Laney College at the 50th Anniversary of the Black Arts Movement, "Yes, I brainwashed my daughter, washed all the white supremacy out of her brain. There is a pic of Kujichagulia in awe of her daughter speaking.

In summary as we imagine a conclusion to this Untold Story, the beat goes on and on and on. We were students who once thought we knew everything but found out we didn't know shit except white supremacy mythology and rituals. But in the Sixties, we know North American African students, at San Francisco State University, but also coast to coast, Columbia University, Cornell U., Howard U., South Carolina State, Orangeburg, SA. The Freedom Riders, students who sat-in, who worked in SNCC for voter registration in the murderous dirty south. Students who called for Black Power! Students who challenged the very ideology of Civil Rights. Malcolm X helped clarified our struggle was about Human Rights.

At San Francisco State College/University, we, North American African students, were slow to realize we were entitled to parity as per Associated Student funds. This sparked a revolution in our human rights consciousness.er

If I may speak on behalf of my comrades in the NSA and BSU, we give praise to our ancestors, elders and all those who assisted our liberation for human rights, especially at SFSU.  As Bernard Stringer stressed in his narrative, we thank the white and black community who sometimes gave us scholarship money, yes, mothers in the hood who were inspired we was seeking a college education, white people who saw we were sincere and helped us with employment, housing and food. We thank them as we proceed with The Untold Story of the Black Student Revolution at San Francisco State University, a work in progress.

Sincerely,

Marvin X

8/4/18I

P.S. Pray for Judge George Colbert, pray for warrior woman Dr. Julia Hare and her devoted mate of 60 years, Dr.Nathan Hare. Liberty or Death!

MX

Black is not a color--The Origin of Blackness by Marvin X/El Muhajir

The Origin of Blackness
by Marvin X/El Muhajir

Translated from English into Arabic
by Ali Sheriff Bey
RIP

Sudan la al lawn
black is not a color
lawn kuli min sudan
all colors come from black
sudan al harakat
black is a rhythm
al marna tambura
a drum beat
anata
ancient
assi
primitive
al awwal sudan kalam
first word was black
al awwal rajuli sudan
first man was black
Allah sudan
god is black
sudan ilmi akhi
black knows its brother
anta mufail mashay min sudan
you can't run from black
anta mufail ghaybaw min sudan
you can't hide from black
ka umma sudan
your mama is black
ka abu sudan
your father is black
ka burka sudan
your shadow is black
al atum ra'a wa sami sudan
things you see and hear are black
sudan al asil
black is reality
wahabi
unity
hurriya
freedom
adil 
justice
musawat
equality.
--Marvin X/El Muhajir
from Woman, Man's Best Friend, Al Kitab Sudan/Black Bird Press, 1972

Marvin X has twenty tickets reserved for first twenty people at Respect Hip Hop Exhibit

SATURDAY, MARCH 24, 2018

Hello Marvin,

Great to hear from you again. I hope you've been able to get out to see the show. We are happy to accommodate your request for tickets.

We have 20 tickets reserved under "guests of Marvin X"  Please tell them to come to the main ticket booth to retrieve them. 

Also, please let them know that since this is the final week of the show we anticipate large crowds and there could possible a short wait to go into the exhibition on occasion. But, it should be too much of a wait. Enjoy! And don't hesitate to let us know if you have any questions. 

Hope to see you here.

Warmest regards,

Rhonda 

Respect Hip Hop Exhibit and the Education of Jahmeel--Adam Turner Photo Essay

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Now, I want everybody to know Rashid interviewed me at the Respect Hip Hop Exhibit. I knew he was coming to interview me but I didn't know he was going to exhaust me with questions which he did, but since I've known him since he was a child, I endured his questions, I just wasn't prepared for an exhaustive interview, but what is the duty of the civilized man but to teach the uncivilized, and if he doesn't perform his duty he suffers a severe chastisement by Allah.Did that, done that. I let him exhaust me in his quest for truth. Ache! What better place than the Hip Hop Exhibit for elders to be questioned by their sons and daughters!--Marvin X

Rashid Jameel Patterson and Marvin X

"WHEN YOU LISTEN TO TUPAC SHAKUR, E-40, TOO SHORT, MASTER P OR ANY OTHER RAPPERS OUT OF THE BAY AREA OF CALI, THINK OF MARVIN X. HE LAID THE FOUNDATION AND GAVE US THE LANGUAGE TO EXPRESS BLACK MALE URBAN EXPERIENCES IN A LYRICAL WAY!" --JAMES G. SPADY, PHILADELPHIA NEW OBSERVER NEWSPAPER

Jameel and Jahmeel

Black Fire

Blood
fire
bones
indigenous blood
aboriginal African blood
slave system blood bones mounds
trees swamps rivers plains blood
buffalo cotton sugar cane blood
plantation house african slave huts blood
tears
cries
moans
screams howls even today
ancestors scream moan howl
no justice no peace
nobody wants more than justice
nobody wants less
fires coast to coast
fire blood bones consume the land of the free
home of the brave
medals for Wounded Knee murderers men women children
In the name of Jesus
for the cross
for the crown
for the king and queen
mint julep queen
big house queen
BBC queen
Emmit Til don't look at queen
bow head no whistle queen
bow down
get off sidewalk queen
now minority queen
white man in drag queen

what goes round comes round
who don't know this simple shit
fools smarter than God
Like Job's wife
they say curse God and die
enjoy now
no matter tomorrow
heaven on earth
no pie in sky slavery sermons
white man heaven
black man's hell
cross lynching tree no matter
smarter than God
no mary's baby love
no cross no crown
white christian crown no cross
saved by grace
grace allows racism
white supremacy grace
slave catcher grace
police murder grace
black codes grace
incarceration 13th Amendment
involuntary servitude grace
black fire grace
blood constitution grace
civil rites last rites grace
white man's heaven black man's hell grace
God gave Noah the rainbow sign
no more water
fire next time.
no climate change
world change
can you change
can you change
Mother Nature change
perpetual motion
changing world
change
or die
change
or burn.
change.
black fire.
--Marvin X
8/1/18

Can we get pass all this human bullshit?

Marvin X classic: How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy

Can we get pass human bullshit
white folks shit
worse than dog shit
more you clean
more it stinks
stay outta white folks business
leave dem 'lone
dey crazy
ain't white supremacy
it white lunacy crazy
don't drink the Kool Aid
ok, drink a little
detox
puke it out
white lunacy
bullshit
fake news
fake constitution
fake religion
They ain't talkin' bout Mary's baby
ain't talkin bout
Cross and Lynching tree
crazy white folks
they love children so much
don't separate children from parents
they so concerned
concerned with North American African children
concerned on New Year's Day 400 years
auction day care
selling men women children down the river care
don't drink the Kool Aid
just a little bit
detox.


White folks
My teacher Sun Ra say
You so evil
devil don't want you in hell!

but you care about dogs
whales owls elephants
gorillas
global warming
abortion
Jesus called you liars and murderers
you can't protect your own children at school
can't protect your border
haven
for every filthy unclean bird

Do Mexicans have walls around their houses?
You must ain't been to Mexico. Violate your visa in Mexico.
Tell 'em don't separate me from my wife and kids
Don't drink the Kool Aid
just  little bit
detox!

I ain't no human. I try to be like Jesus said
In this world but no of it!

If you of it
you drank the Kool Aid
detox!

---Marvin X
7/30/18

Poem for my Reluctant Lover

Poet Marvin X reading

University of Chicago, 2015

Poem for my Reluctant Lover

She said I could pick her out in a crowd

And so I did one day

thousands of people passed

just a coincidence I was looking

when she passed

it wasn't her face

her body

our energy connected that instant

Oh, the power of Divine

I called her name

she turned and came into my arms

said she would come my way tomorrow

maybe spend a moment or two

reluctant lover

black velvet goddess

high priestess of my soul

have we denied our Lord

What commandments of my Lord

shall I deny

Oh, Black Queen goddess

if you deny me on earth

I shall meet you in heaven

will you deny me in our Father's House?

Let love flow like water 

sacred springs

let rivers of love flow between two spirits

let steel sharpen steel

let honesty and truth come together

let intelligence, beauty wisdom unite

let us shake the universe with our love

if only for a moment

what is life but moments

a collection of moments

some moments are lighter than a feather

some moments are higher than Mt. Kilimanjaro.  

--Marvin X

7/28/18

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Nia Wilson and the Joy and Sorrow of Oakland's Black Revolution, 2018

 Nia Wilson, RIP

Rapper/activist Alia Sharief rocks crowd at rally for Nia and Latifa Wilson. When Marvin X praised her speech, she said, "Marvin X, I am just your student!"

Power to the People!

North American Africans in Oakland are in pain, grief and sorrow at the cold blooded murder of Nia Wilson and the stabbing of her sister Latifah at the BART station. Ironically, Channel Two television tried to debase Nia by showing her with a gun at some earlier time.



Obviously, if she'd had the gun on her person, she might be alive today. At least she would have been able to exercise self defense. I've told my three daughters to pack. I don't want them in no situation where they cannot defend themselves and their children! One daughter told me the other day, "Daddy, I'm strapped!"

Signs throughout the BART tell riders to "Be aware of your surroundings!" The Boy Scout motto is Be Prepared! In the hood we say, "Stay strapped!" The time is such that America's low intensity war against North American Africans is escalating so we must be aware of our surroundings at all times and never get caught napping. We cannot pretend we will be treated as other human beings when this has not occurred in the 400 years we've been in the wilderness of North America. We have been treated as savages along with the indigenous people. And we are killed today as if we were savages or animals, although the Euro-Americans have always treated their animals, especially their dogs, far better than they've treated Africans kidnapped into the "American slave system" (Ed Howard term).

This morning's rally of Black Artists expressing their grief and sorrow at the murder and stabbing of the Wilson sisters, quickly morphed into a manhood/womanhood rite of passage. Men were given their marching orders to upgrade their respect for women and men. Speakers urged the men to stop calling women bitches and ho's and to assist women when they need protection and not seek sexual favors for their role as protectors of the family, tribe and community. Men expressed their sorrow for not being able to save our sisters from the savage attack. We can't say the white culprit was mentally ill because we have no knowledge of his medical records. We do know it was a totally unprovoked attack by a white person upon two North American African females.

Some speakers recalled the shameful actions of NAA men who were standing with phones in hand, although the stabber has a prison record so we know he knew how to move quickly upon his prey, almost before anyone had time to intervene.

There was a call for the religious community to march with the people as protection since ministers are known to be a shield from the brute force of police who attacked protesters.

If we recall the incident in Los Angeles when the LAPD attacked the Nation of Islam's Mosque and Minister Malcolm X pleaded with the Honorable Elijah Muhammad for a swift retaliation, HEM told Malcolm to chill because in any war there shall be causalities, and so it is with the Wilson sisters. They are causalities of war but we must pick the right time to retaliate. Forget about justice in the courts! In war the warriors give justice to the enemy.

Frankie Beverly sings of joy and pain, sunshine and rain. Wars have tragedies and victories. As we mourn the death of Nia Wilson, consider her a martyr for freedom. Consider Latifah a soldier in the Black Liberation Army.

As we mourn and celebrate the death of Nia, let us also celebrate the victory we enjoy with the occupation of Lake Merritt. One of the speakers was from the Bar B Que Becky Revolution that  continues every Sunday at Lake Merritt on Lakeshore Avenue. It is a beautiful demonstration of Power to the People. Revolution is the seizure of power as we have done with the Sunday occupation of Lake Merritt, a space we were banned from while I grew up in West Oakland. Those who don't know need to know it happens every Sunday with vendors and our people enjoying themselves in a space we have liberated. A cultural worker came by my book stand and said, "Marvin, the people just took the Lake, huh?" I said, "Yes, we just took the motherfucka!"

The vendors begin setting up around 6AM so they can secure vending space and parking space. There has been little police presence and little need for security. I know of no incidents, thus revealing how beautiful we are when in full control of our space. The occupation of Lake Merritt is thus a political, cultural and economic revolution that can and must be expanded along the entire length of the Black Arts Movement Cultural District from Lake Merritt along the 14th Street corridor to the Lower Bottom  and along East Oakland's International Blvd. to deep East. This space must be part of any economic and cultural parity package. Just know life is joy and pain, sunshine and rain!
--Marvin X
Co-founder
Black Arts Movement
Black Arts Movement Cultural District
7/26/18