Saturday, December 28, 2019

On the death of two sons Marvin X

On the death of two sons


Darrell and Marvin K, two sons of Marvin X in Southern Mexico, Pinotepta, Oaxaca. Marvin X had received a National Endowment for the Arts writing fellowship to research North American and Central American Africans in the Americas. He studied Africans in Mexico, from the Pacific coast to the Atlantic, from Alcapulco to Vera Cruz, Chetumal and into Central America, Belize. 

When my second son walked into a train due to medication for his mani-depression or bipolar state of mind, I immediately sank into a black hole beyond any space phenomena. My descent into the black hole was executed by my first son, my namesake, Marvin K, who called to tell me in the coldest voice I ever heard and shall never forget, "Darrel is no more. No more. He's gone!" In the deep structure of his voice, I heard jealousy and envy that his brother was no more, the brother he knew we enjoyed a relationship that I could/would never enjoy with him. He knew what my sister Debbie had told me once in chiding me for being absent in their lives, "You just don't know how much your youngest son is like you! He looks like you, walks like you, talks like you, studies like you, laughs like you...." I suspected my first son was indeed jealous and envious of my close relationship with his brother. But I never enjoyed the intimacy his brother and I enjoyed when we did connect. As my sister said, Darrel was like my twin, even I had to admit it. Sometimes it frightened me that we were so much alike, especially intellectually. Darrell was the intellectual, Marvin was the physical man, alas, he tried out for the SF 49rs on defense. And I attended enough of his college games at Northern Arizona and Fresno State to see him snatch the quarterback. Only problem was that off the field, I sensed he wanted to snatch me for fatherly abandonment and neglect. He told me I should not have been fighting to teach black studies at Fresno State College/University, 1969, I should have been taking care of his mother and two sons. No matter that black police sergeant Jack Kelly (RIP) told me years later, "Marvin, when you came to teach at Fresno State, you made things better for everybody, not just students at FSU. Before you came to teach, black police couldn't patrol the white side of town." Is there any possibility that I made it possible for my son to end his collegiate athletic career at FSU with a degree in computer programming? Is it possible I made it possible for my daughter Nefertiti to graduate from FSU with a B.A. in English? Sargent Jack Kelly said I made things better for everybody!

According to my son, I suppose I should not have opposed the war in Vietnam but somehow found a job to take care of my family or joined the US military to be cannon fodder for white supremacy wars in Asia. Well, no matter how well meaning my number one son's concerns, I fled into exile as a draft resister twice and when captured in British Honduras, Central America, now Belizes, I was deported back to the USA and spent five months in Terminal Island Federal Prison. Would my son have been more proud of me if I had gone to Vietnam and sent my G.I. check home to his mother? Well, I heard the incoming president of my alma mater, San Francisco State University, an Asian, when asked what his children thought about his new position, reply, simply, "We don't ask the children!"

As many children of 60s radicals and revolutionaries have said, "You were selfish to abandon and thus abuse and neglect your family for the revolution." And perhaps some of us were able to achieve a balance between family life and revolution but many of us were not in a mental state that permitted such equilibrium. It is an act of insanity to challenge the State, with its awesome military power, police, national guard, army, navy, air force, FBI, CIA, snitches and agents provocateurs. Simultaneously, Franz Fanon taught us the only way for the oppressed man and woman to regain their sanity is through the act of revolution. So, yes, we were crazy niggas who neglected self, family, money, all else for the cause of national liberation.

Therefore, how can our children call us selfish for our acts of total unselfishness? Askia Toure', Black Arts Movement co-founder, said his son called us the Broke Heroes because we were not economic opportunists, although many of us were and you can Google those who financially benefited from the Black Arts Movement and obtained commercial success. But for most of us, it was not about self, family and commercial success. As BAM philosopher Larry Neal said, BAM was the sister of the Black Power Movement that evolved from the Civil Rights (Rites, Sun Ra). Did Martin Luther King, Jr. die rich, did Malcolm X, did Kwame Toure', aka, Stokely Carmichael? Somebody said Kwame Toure' sold out when they saw him in a new pair of shoes.

So I conclude: when my baby boy walked into that train at 39 years old (Dr. Nathan Hare noted he was the same age as Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Jr., and Dr. Hare noted that suicide and homicide are two sides of the same coin of death by oppression), and my number one son informed me my baby boy was no more, the tone of my oldest son's voice and our relationship since then has indicated to me that on the most painful day of my life, I not only lost one son but two! I do not know how to heal from such lost except that it has forced me to discard my patriarchal persona and accept the reality that my three daughters are three of the most powerful women who walk the planet earth! 

But no, no no! This is not the end of this narrative. I love my first son, my namesake.
No matter how much he has absorbed Mother love, I love him still. After all, I recognize he is an arrogant bastard like his dad. He doesn't know I know his foibles including while he was known as Deacon Jack (at his church in Sac. He didn't know I had spies in his church that told me of his every move, good and bad. When he did bad, my spies told me Deacon Jack wasn't right. The preachers, twin brothers of the church, told me it wasn't their church, it belonged to Deacon Jack. They said he laid every brick and stone. It was Deacon Jack's church.  He built the Family Center. Deacon Jack was the man.

So please know I love my first son. No matter I lost him along with my baby boy. I cannot explain the pain of lost of two sons simultaneously. It is a pain beyond words. I'm doing my best to transcend the pain of my second son so I can accept the pain of son #1. Gibran told us our children come through us but they are not us. We are the bow, they are the arrow. I love my first son, second son and three daughters. I thank their mothers for blessing me with the most wonderful children any father could desire. Mothers, please forgive me for my abuse, neglect and shortcomings. I eternally praise you as the mothers of my children who have come into the world to be a joy and pleasure for all humankind.
--Marvin X
12/28/19










--Marvin X
12/28/19

Thursday, December 26, 2019

SHADE GREATEST HITS 2017 The best of SHADE / FULL ALBUM /



Sade's line I love the most is, "Every day is Xmas, every night is New Year's Eve!" I live by these lines.
With me, every day is a holy day. I don't want to experience one unholy day! I'm scared, yeah!"

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Parable of old sick and crazy by Marvin X




He was old sick and crazy, approaching eighty, suffering a multiple diseases from a toxic life in America, the toll was mental and physical. The physical included heart disease that may have derived from a broken heart, the disappointment of life, of wife, ungrateful bastard children, betrayal by friends, lost and turned out in the dope world. Old sick crazy. The mental and physical were indivisible, a bitter bag of toxicity. Toxic white supremacy took its toll on him. He fought back with Elijah Muhammad's Supreme Wisdom. Elijah taught him he was a god not a nigga. A nigga was a tool and fool of the white man, the devil.
He studied hard Supreme Wisdom. Wanted to share the knowledge but no one wanted hear him, dismissed him as a crazy old man tripping about seeing the Mother Ship every night in the sky. He was convinced the Mother Ship would one day descend and pick him up for the ride home, back to Paradise from which he had been kidnapped centuries ago. Some time he doubted the slave ships, the whip lynching rape. He said most of us were already here in the Americas, been here thousands of years. Here long before Columbus. We and the Native Americans were one, the same people. After a time some of his friends believed him, though his wife was a doubter like Job's wife and Lot's wife. She felt he was old sick and crazy. She fled to the church and prayed to Jesus her man would stop believing all that foolishness. She was embarrassed when her friends came over and he dropped his so called Supreme Wisdom on them. She wished he would come to Jesus but she knew he never would on the pain of death. So the old man wandered around the house in his madness and diseases although he fought the diseases with all the knowledge he could gather. He stopped eating food, said it was poison, full of toxicity, fertilizer, pesticides, insecticides. He lost a lot of weight, gave his old clothes to a friend.
He drank juices instead of food.
Very little meat bread rice potatoes.
His health improved and his wife changed her diet and lost weight. She told her friends how good she felt. She started trying to tell them some of the supreme wisdom she learned from him. He heard her whispering to her friends the shit he taught her that she appeared to reject. He knew she was hard headed, stiff necked and rebellous.
Easy to lead in the wrong direction hard to lead in the right direction. 
He loved his wife and hated her.
She loved her husband and hated him. This is nigga love. Ain't no love like nigga love. In a fit of rage, he told her when he died and she viewed him in his coffin he was going to spit in her face!
--MARVIN X

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Dr. Ayodele Nzinga: Grand Diva of Drama in the Bay

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Ayo has come a long way and is now the undisputed Grand Diva of Drama in the Bay. I pushed her into community development as the founder of the Black Arts Movement Business District CDC. As my star student, she didn't listen, she just watched me and learned, then implemented what she observed. Aside from Victor Willis who was my star actor and singer in my myth/ritual dance drama Resurrection of the Dead, and went on to become the leader of the Village People, Dr Ayodele Nzinga is on a roll that I predict will transcend drama into the political theatre of life, especially if she continues her association with fellow dramatist, activist Cat Brooks.

American Education: A failed State

We can begin with security as a national failure. The USA just passed a $700 billion defense budget but just as it cannot secure its borders, it cannot secure its children at school. We question the state of mind of politicians Left and Right, even more so, we question the voters who put them in office.

Why is not border security the top priority in the defense budget. Why is not security the priority of our schools? How can students study while one of their fellow students is advocating mass murder on the social media. Then too, the schools have become drug dens of students and teachers, booth need medication from the stress of the daily round. What curriculum is relevant to such traumatic times.
The atmosphere is full of toxicity, fake news, junk food; textbooks full of false narrative white supremacy history. Conservative school boards fight to maintain the status quo, discarding any Ethnic Studies that debunks the white supremacist world of make believe. Thanksgiving was a joyous affair. The Aboriginals discovered Columbus. What is the Fourth of July to kidnapped Africans?  New Year's, the most dreaded day in the life of kidnapped Africans, the annual slave auction, when mothers and fathers were sold down the river or their children, never to be seen again. 
To have a curriculum that is a full blown denial of history and reality, might easily lead to a mental paralysis or psychosis, upending the mental equilibrium of students, teachers and parents with the resultant drug abuse and violence, not to mention boredom.
--MARVIN X
12/18/19


Homeless: Cruel and Unjust Punishment




To be homeless is cruel and unjust punishment for the economic and/or mental condition of the poor, working poor and especially the displaced. Imagine, gentrification has caused displacement throughout the USA.
The subprime loan scam exacerbated the situation by displacing those ripped off by global and Wall Street investors.
In East Oakland, 40% of the single family homes are owned by Wall Street. The East Oakland Black community has been replaced by whites, Latinos and others. In West Oakland the black community has been replaced by whites who cannot afford to live in San Francisco. Pseudo liberal whites displace the blacks then put Black Lives Matter signs in their windows.
Everywhere you look in Oakland there are homeless encampments, mostly occupied by blacks.

As per solution, we say the homeless should occupy any new housing development and claim eminent domain in the name of Jesus and racial equity. 

There must be a Union of the homeless organized to advocate for the human right to be housed with persons given the life estate, thus ending homelessness overnight.
Tiny houses can be made permanent rather than transitional. 

Under the life estate, the houses cannot be sold, leased or transferred. Even shipping containers can be modified for the displaced and put on space under the land trust and life estate.

Mental Health issues, drug abuse, partner violence should be addressed with peer group sessions utilizing the harm reduction model. 
With a restructuring or destruction of the capitalist economic model, the displaced will gradually advance from wretchedness and despair, but not without a redistribution of the wealth acquired from capital accumulated in slavery and wage slavery in America and globally. By what right do the 1% own wealth equal to the 99%? Share the wealth rather than parade as Lord's of human labor and natural resources. 
It is indeed cruel and unjust punishment to exist without food clothing and shelter. Imagine some dogs are better fed and live in dog houses while people suffer the elements in tents and cardboard boxes. How long can this go on before revolution is full blown?

Look around the world and see the Danger Zone that the blind man Ray Charles sang about! Or listen to the Lou Rawls version of Tobacco Road.
--MARVIN X
12/18/19


Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Belated hapi b-day poem for Amina Baraka


Oh, when black was beautiful: Mrs. and Mr. Amina and Amiri Baraka


Amina Baraka
My revolutionary comrade
AB my comrade too
We brothers and sisters really
Beyond friends
United in revolutionary blood and joy
So many good times together
Coast to coast
Black house SF
Spirit house NewArk
Baraka house 10th Street
Dr. Molefe Asante, Mrs. Amina Baraka, Marvin X, Amiri Baraka, Jr., Kenny Gamble, the Philly Sound


My east coast home
So many years tears fears
See Baraka children grow
Ras become da mayor
Middy Jr Chief of staff

Ras Baraka, Da Mayor of Newark, New Jersey

Shani gone to lesbian heaven
Shani say Marvin X only man I like


Shani Baraka and her lover Rayshon, both fatal victims of domestic violence

AB smiling from Communist heaven
Dancing with Maya Toni
Sun Ra Coltrane
WEB
Robeson
Malcolm
808 10th Street quiet now
AB gone
Amina writes poetry alone
Free of AB's shadow
Wait till you hear her poems
Fire poems of love
There was Mandela
And there was Winnie
Don't mess with Amina
Like Winnie
Revolutionary terror
No first lady of Newark
Ras her son not husband
Rarely go to City Hall
Let them boys do they thing
Amina Baraka gotta sing
Red songs of revolution
Just don't mess with her children
Won't be no problem.
--MARVIN X
12/17/19

Monday, December 16, 2019

BLACK MUSLIM ATLANTIC
Thursday and Friday, January 30-31, 2020
“The Ruby” Arts Center
2020 Campus Drive
Duke University




This symposium was envisioned and organized with Imam AbdulHafeez Waheed to honor the Black Muslim community in North Carolina and beyond, its culture, literature, history, and legacy from slavery until the present. Black Muslim Atlantic pays tribute to the work and writings of Omar ibn Sayyid through a pioneering project by Professors Carl Ernst and Mbaye Lo to translate his writings and create a digital archive. The symposium showcases the work of these professors and their students from their course “Arabic and the Writings of Enslaved Muslims.” The term Black Muslim Atlantic was coined by Margari Aziza, the co-founder and program director of the Muslim Anti-Racism Collaborative, as “an endeavor of transnationalism through literature, intellectual exchange, visual and performance art.” This work expands Paul Gilroy’s understanding of the Black Atlantic toward acknowledging the powerful role played by Islam in forging cultural and political solidarities across the global south. 

Scholarship that followed Gilroy’s text, by seminal thinkers like Sylviane Diouf, focused on the role of enslaved Muslims in sustaining the roots and routes severed by the middle passage and by brutal suppression. Yet as so many acknowledge, black Muslim cultural forms continued and continue to flourish, even under condition of duress—musical, poetic, linguistic, literary, artistic, and religious. Although popular perception sees music and poetry as outside Islamic orthodoxy, these forms have long functioned in intimate relation to the Islamic tradition. This symposium explores its more recent instantiations as reflective of that longer history of Islamic civilization, as much a renewing and reviving it for contemporary contexts.

This symposium focuses on these cultural forms as a way of fore-fronting the powerful role played by Islam and Muslims in a shared culture of the black Atlantic. Islam so often occupies a marginal position in the study of the black Atlantic, just as the study of the black intellectual tradition occupies a marginal position in Islamic studies. This symposium focuses on the intersection of these shared cultural traditions, bringing its rich history and thriving present into detailed focus. The symposium is in memoriam of C. Eric Lincoln, professor of Religious Studies at Duke—whose work on both black Muslims and race and religion helped pioneer the field and raise more nuanced consciousness about these subjects. This symposium explores how far the field has come from this earlier moment.

The project is jointly sponsored by Duke Islamic Studies Center, African and African American Studies, Asian and Middle East Studies, Forum for Scholars and Publics, Religious Studies, the Franklin Humanities Institute,  and by the After Malcolm Project at the Center for Global Islamic Studies at George Mason University.

THURSDAY, January 30th 6 p.m.
WELCOME WORDS
Brother Joshua Salaam
Muslim Chaplain
Center for Muslim Life
Duke University

“Islam and the Blues”
Sylviane Diouf, Visiting Professor, Brown University, Center for the Study of Slavery & Justice
Author of:     Servants of Allah: African Muslims Enslaved in the Americas (1998)
Fighting the Slave Trade: West African Strategies (2003)
Dreams of Africa in Alabama: Clotilda and the Story of the Last Africans Brought to America (2007)
Slavery’s Exiles: The Story of the American Maroons (2014)

RESPONDENT:
Omar Ali, Dean of Lloyd International Honors College and Professor of Comparative African Diaspora History, University of North Carolina, Greensboro
Author of:     In the Lion’s Mouth: Black Populism in the New South, 1886-1900 (2010)
Malik Ambar: Power and Slavery across the Indian Ocean (2016)
Islam in the Indian Ocean World: A Brief History with Documents (2016)

Poetry Reading
Marvin X Jackmon
FRIDAY, January 31st 
9 a.m. coffee/breakfast

WELCOME WORDS
Mrs. Lucy Lincoln, Educator
C. Eric Lincoln’s widow

9:30-11:30 a.m.
“Islam and Race”
Zain Abdullah, Associate Professor of Religion, Temple University
Author of:     Black Mecca: The African Muslims of Harlem (2010)
A God of Our Own: Malcolm X and His Battle for the Soul of America (forthcoming)
Temple 25: Black Religiosity and the Rise of American Islam (forthcoming)

“Islam and Jazz” 
Richard Brent Turner
Author of:    Islam in the African American Experience
Jazz Religion, the Second Line, and Black New Orleans

“Islamic Sounds: The Politics of Listening”
Jeanette Jouili, Associate Professor of Religious Studies
Author of:    Pious Practice and Secular Constraints: Women in the Islamic Revival in Europe (2015)
The Islamic Artistic Scene in the UK: Between Religious Ethics and State Discipline (new project)

RESPONDENT: 
Mark Anthony Neal
James B. Duke Distinguished Professor and Chair of African and African American Studies, Duke
Author of:     Soul Babies: Black Popular Culture and the Post-Soul Aesthetic (2013)
Songs in the Key of Black Life: A Rhythm and Blues Nation (2003)
What the Music Said: Black Popular Music and Black Public Culture (1998)

BREAK 11:30 to noon

12:00 p.m. to 1 
“A Sea Without Shore”
Youssef Carter, College Fellow, Social Anthropology, Harvard University
The Vast Oceans: Remembering God and Self in Mustafawi Sufi Order (in progress)
& Rashida James-Saadiya, Arts and Culture editor for Sapelo

1 p.m. to 2 jumaa led by Imam AbdulHafeez Waheed & lunch

2 p.m.-3:30 
“Ahmad Karim & the Black Consciousness Movement at Morehouse:
Black Women Scholars Archiving Their Radical Parents”
Dr. Jamillah Karim
Professor of Religious Studies emerita, Spelman College
Author of:    American Muslim Women
Women of the Nation: Between Black Protest and Sunni Islam with Dawn-Marie Gibson



“Omar ibn Sayyid: Arabic and the Writings of Enslaved Muslims” course
Professor Carl Ernst, Religious Studies, UNC
Professor Mbaye Lo, Asian and Middle East Studies, Duke 
Bryan Rusch, student

3:30 p.m. 
CLOSING WORDS
Imam Ronald Shaheed
Assistant Imam, Masjid Ash Shaheed
Charlotte, NC


SPONSORS
Duke Islamic Studies Center, Asian and Middle Eastern Studies Department, Franklin Humanities Institute, Forums for Scholars and Publics, African and African American Studies Department, Religious Studies Department

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Congresswoman Barbara Lee will share remarks at the Dr Cornel West and Marvin X in Conversation at Geoffrey's Inner Circle December 7 at

Congresswoman Barbara Lee will share opening remarks at the Dr Cornel West and Marvin X in Conversation at Geoffrey's Inner Circle December 7, 6PM. Her office is a co-sponsor of the event.


I Miss My Real Niggas


I ride through the streets
Looking for my real niggas
Where you at real niggas
Huey Bobby Eldridge
Alonzo Batin
Ali Sheriff Bey
I cannot find you in Acorn
Fillmore
Where are you
Why you not at home
Why do I drive the streets alone
You are not in the Tenderloin
On Jones Ellis McAllister
Turk 
Not in Bodecker Park
6th Street where I lived
Every alley doorway
Cardboard box house
Cracked out with Crack ho
Sucking on me and pipe
We recited Al Fatihah
Sucking and fucking
Where are you JB
We tried to save you
But TL was your lover
Hindu Hilton your love bed
Funky room incense
Crack smoke drowned the incense
Crack smoke made flies
Crawl on the floor
Cracked out like you
Miss you JB
Huey in the Acorn projects
Eldridge too
We smoked
Revolution gone
In smoke
Outsmarted ourselves
My daddy said
I ride looking
No revolutionaries I see
Streets dark empty
Men in hoodies command corners.
No KKK needed
KKK killed for hatred.
We kill for nothing
Where are you Huey
Lil Bobby Eldridge
Sam Napier
Kiilu
Dessy X
Have you been by her street
Rashida Muhammad off 20th/
Tom Berkley Way
Where are you Dessy X
I want to hold your hand
As you killed that white man who raped you in dirty south
Oakland know you as midwife
Rashida Muhammad
Don't know Killer Dessy X
Lover of Marvin X 
Where are you tonight
Streets of Oakland need you
Can't find your street
I drive on deep east
Streets bleak
Where are you Huey Bobby Eldridge
Kathleen Erika Tarika Elaine
The Lupen sit on corners
Want answers solutions programs
In our first meeting Huey said
Jackmon
What is your program?
Who has program for International Blvd?
Child ho's tricking with policemen
Homeless
Garbage tents every block
Wretched of the earth crowd liquor stores
Medication for the night
Kill pain trauma grief
Jesus saves
Jesus saves
Jesus and liquor stores
I ride I ride
No bothers at home
Sisters gone too
What shall I do?
--Marvin X
11/8/19

Parable of the man hated

His family wondered why he spent all his lifetime trying to save people who hated him for trying to save them. They wanted him to come be with his family sometimes, but he told his family they hated him more than the people he was trying to save. His family denied they hated him but he knew they did not want to hear any of his radical thoughts. They wanted him to sing Silent Night when he came around. Don't criticize them for drowning in their negrocities, conspicuous consumption, the world of make believe!
--MARVIN X

Monday, November 25, 2019

Yo soy Mo Negro El

Yo soy Mo Negro
General Tarik Jabaltarik
Crossed into Spain
Across the rock
Jabals's rock
Gibraltar
Stepping stone
Africa wake up savage Europeans
Dark Ages gone now
Moors arrive
Timbuktu University
Mo's
Africa studies alive
University of Sankore
Mali
Scholars of myriad genres
Philosophy
Logic
Astronomy
Mythology
Chemistry
Ethics
Politics
Europeans caving
Dog best friend
Syphilis from woman dog
Woman dog missing.
Reward for dog!
White man philosophy.
Othello tragic Moor
Moor blackness
Europeans walk in the light!
Take a bath funky savage!
This is a tooth brush!
This is a camisa shirt
Shatika
These pants
Limon
Musiq
Guitar
Latuka lettuce
Umm Mama
Abu father
Ukhi sister
Akhi brother.....
Shatain devil!
Oh Europeans
White yet black
Yr God is Black
Saviour Jesus
Isis and child Black!
Virgin Mary Black
Hindu Khrishna
Blue Black
Hail Khrishna
Blue Black God!

Spain
711
1492
Columbus destroyed Moorish Spain
Discovered Moorish America!
I was here
Before Ghana Mali Shonghy
Empires
I was here
Africans in the Americas
Vera Cruz
Merida
Yanga came
Yanga so bad
Spanish gave him town
San Lorenzos de Los Negroes
Vera Cruz
See my Olmec lips nose
I'm Joe Louis in Chetumal
Joe Louis in Alcapulco! Oxaca, Guatemala, Honduras, Choco Columbia,
Panama.

I discovered you! You damn sure didn't discovere me.
Threw me out of Moorish Spain
Shit ain't been the same!
--Marvin X

Thursday, November 14, 2019

Endgame of Homelessness

Imagine, the billions spent to solve the homeless problem that continues to festor like a sore. Is the solution the shelter, transitional housing, tiny houses, bunk beds for the homeless techies, what?

Without any doubt, many if not most of the homeless suffer the dual diagnosis of drug abuse and
mental illness. I have been among them, sleeping in cardboard boxes, allies, doorways, East Bay Terminal, BART trains and stations. Yes, I was drug addicted and mentally ill. I took myself to the mental hospital four times but they threw me out, said there was nothing wrong with me except drugs. They said my presence was the waste of a bed the tax payers money of Alameda County. They threw out of the nut house! (See my docudrama One Day in the Life).

But let's get to the final solution. The correct first thing a drug addict needs is a place to rest. The first thing the mentally ill person needs is a place to rest. Rather than force them into a shelter, or mental health facility, or a transitional housing situation, take them to the end game: give them a life estate to a
tiny house, dog house, SRO room with the life estate, with said property under a land trust so their life estate is no subject to gentrification and eminent domain.
Their life estate cannot be sold rented, subleased or transferred but upon their demise said property shall revert to the landtrust.

Said owner of the life estate shall not be forced to seek treatment for their addiction and/or mental illness until ready. The Harm Reduction Model shall by employed, but not said persons shall not be subjected to any search of their body and property to enter their life estate abode. When they are ready for case management and drug recovery, such services shall be available.

To conclude, I repeat, the life estate is the final solution rather than the myriad of solutions costing billions of dollars.
--MARVIN X
Community Planner
Co-founder, National Black Arts Movement, Oakland's Black Arts Movement Business District
11/12/19


Saturday, November 2, 2019

Have you ever



Have you ever shot
A nigga's brains out
with the power of yr mind
Splattered his brains on sidewalk
with power of yr thoughts
No need kill nigga with guns
Mind power enuf
Fidel Castro said
The weapon of today is
Consciousness
Not guns
Kill with beauty and truth
Beauty and truth
Set you free of
Ugliness lies
Shootllp nigga's eyes out with beauty truth
His ugly ass fall dead
He dead before yr thoughts hit his fake ass mind
Full of make believe
Fake news
Fake politricks
Fake religion
Fake history
Fake women
Addicted to world of make believe
Ungrateful bastard children
Addicted to same world of
Nothingness dread
Cell phone addicts
Worse than Crack heads of old
Running through ghetto streets
Fist balled with crack
At least Crack heads stopped for cars
Cell phone addicts no stop
Keep walking talk loud saying nothing
James Brown said
Thank you God Father
Two thousand pounds of steel and plastic coming at cell phone addicts
Keep walking talking
Talking loud saying nothing
Bsm Bam Bam!
Steel and plastic hit they stupid asses
Talking loud saying nothing
Zombie driver hit zombie walker
When blind hit blind
Both fall into ditch together
So why kill nigga
Even with yr mind
Nigga already dead
Why kill dead fly
Already dead
Friend said ok
Let dead bury dead
Jesus said
Al Qur'an say
Dead in this life
Dead in hereafter
Al Qur'an say
It matters not
Whether you warn them
Or warn them not
They shall not believe.
Allah has sealed their hearts
Their hearing
Deaf dumb blind
Qur'an say
If theyppp flee from darkness into light
They would find many places of escape and abundant resources. Yet they linger
In Jerusalem til' the fire
Consumes them
They are fuel for the fire
Men women and stones
Al Qur'an say
If your wives chicken
Wealth you acquire
Dearer to you than Allah
Wait til His command comes to pass
And He guides not the unjust!
--Marvin X, El Muhajir
11/2/29





Thursday, October 31, 2019

God gave Noah the rainbow sign no more water fire next time

I lived in Paradise
Next door to the fire Chief
His tree fell 
Broke our fence
We sued but lost
What niggas doing in Paradise
Where you get your money nigger
You dope dealer
Paradise burned
My patron's house
Fire Chief house
Every house
Every building
Paradise no more
beautiful space
Pine trees
Canyon no more
What about before the fire
Land soaked in Native American blood
No sharing the land
Blood
Yankee hill blood
I lived near Yankee hill 
Not far from Paradise
Spent five years in Cherokee
Five years in solitude
Rolling hills
Hawk
Wild turkeys
Deer at my door
Went to Feather River to swim
We had cows horses
Horses love oats
Like a nigga love pork chops
Horses greedy
Push cows out the way
For hay, especially oats
Well water sweeter than juice
Never bought juice
After five years healing
Wrote five books
Return to city of madness
City of fear unhappiness
Trauma grief
But I was healed
Neuroplasticity
Brain cells changed
I will never be the same
After solitude
After the hawk turkeys cows horses
Pine trees deer feather River swim
Bees flies lizards in my house
I never killed
Just asked to leave
And they did
Door was open
But Paradise no more
Cherokee no more
Yankee Hill stands
Blood soaked land stands
Native voices yet cry across rolling hills
Used to hear their voices in the wind.
--Marvin X
10/31/19

The Quid Pro Quo Negro

The Quid Pro Quo Negro


You do for me
I do for you
No one way street
Cali style
East coast know
Quid Pro Quo
Get real Negro
You got baton
Pass to me
Let's go to finish line
Don't hog mic Coltrane
Miles said
Coltrane said
I don't know how to stop
Miles said
Just take horn outcha mouth!
--Marvin X
10/31/19