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    We have received several requests for a copy of the video made at Dr. Hare's 80th Birthday party at Geoffrey's Inner Circle last Saturday. We delivered part one of the two hour video to Dr. Nathan Hare and Dr. Julia Hare today. We hope to have copies available to the general public in a week or two. This was indeed an educational and inspirational event so we want everyone to have a copy. Donation: $19.95. Black Bird Press, 339 Lester Ave. #10, Oakland CA 94606. For more information, please call Marvin X at 510-200-4164. FYI, the Hares were truly sorry they were unable to make this great event in their honor.

    The Nathan Hare 80th Birthday Party: A Photo Essay 
    By Gene Hazzard



    Attorney Aubrey LaBrie, one of the founders of the San Francisco State University Black Students Union, a founding editor of Black Dialogue Magazine. Aubrey taught class on Black Nationalism at SFSU. He organized student march protesting the assassination of Malcolm X. Marvin X, SFSU undergrad, was in the march, 1965.


    Tureeda Mikell, Mechelle LaChaux, Dr. Ayodele Nzinga, Tarika Lewis
    free styling for Dr. Hare


    Mechelle LaChaux, a living legend singer/actress


     Tureeda Mikell, the preacher lady

     poet/organizer, educator Marvin X

     Earl Davis, trumpet master, performed with Marvin X at Black Arts West Theatre, SF 1966
    Earl and his wife were clients of Dr. Hare. After seeing Dr. Hare, their marriage lasted twenty years.



     Marvin X's assistant, Rahim Ali, MX, Benny Stewart, SFSU BSU founder/strike leader


    Bay Area media living legend, Belva Davis and husband, William V. "Bill" Moore, photo journalist extraordinaire


    Mrs. Dhameera Ahmad, one of the founding SFSU BSU students and strike leaders

    Nzinga Hogan, United Kingdom, studied the writings of Dr. Hare in England
    Man in the back is Dr. Kenneth Monteiro, Chair, Ethnic Studies, San Francisco State University. Seated in purple dress is Dr. Ruth Love, former Superintendent of Oakland Public School.

    Far left, Harpist from the Hood, Destiny Muhammad, man on right Dr. J. Vern Cromartie,
    Chair, Social Science Department, Contra Costa College, former client of Dr. Hare. Next to
    him is Will Ussery, leader of the Congress of Racial Equality and Director of SF Poverty Program

    SFSU Professor emeritus, Dr. Oba T'Shaka, former member of C.O.R.E SF

    Tahuti

    Benny Stewart, BSU and SFSU strike leader

    Violinist Tarika Lewis, first female member of the Black Panther Party


    Queen Sister



    Saadat Ahmad, photo editor of Black Dialogue Magazine

    Poet Rabbani Sela

    Painter Malik Seneferu

    Muhammad Al Kareem, founder of the SF Bayview Newspaper. A graphic artist, he designed books for Dr. Nathan Hare and Dr. Julia Hare

    UC Berkeley student, writer, Reginald James

     Unidentified African Queen

    Poet Aries Jordan, a student at Marvin X's Academy of da Corner


    Marvin X and his student, Aries Jordan. Did you get an education
    today, Aries?


    Byron Murrill, Marvin X's cousin from Sacramento. 

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    There are those who think I need money
    who think I need pussy
    or love even
    but I do not need love
    I am full of love
    no man has more than I
    I am spoiled with love
    love drips from my loins
    I want to return love
    If only love will let me love
    on my terms
    but love wants control
    how can one control air
    impossible
    but the lover tries eternally
    to no avail
    there is no love in me
    except the love of love
    the muse sings to me
    Oh, Fahizah, sing to me
    talk to me softly in the night
    no matter how many husbands 
    you have buried
    I love you madly
    your whisper enchants me 
    I am yours forever
    you closed their eyes when death arrived
    no matter how many lovers
    I am yours
    Can you understand 
    Fahizah
    Can you come to me
    be a song 
    a song far away in the night
    who never comes to me in love
    a breath of fresh air in the night
    consumes me
    I submit
    the morning prayer
    Allahu Akbar
    there in resistance
    burie husbands lovers
    yet I love her 
    but she shuns me like the plague
    so come to garden 
    it don't matter
    if you don't come to the garden
    it don't matter
    Rumi said this
    Guru Bawa confirmed it. 
    Allahu Akbar!
    --Marvin X
    4/17/13

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    Queen Mother, Maudelle Shirek

    Remembering Maudelle:
    Maudelle Shirek (born June 18, 1911-died April 11, 2013) is a former Vice Mayor and eight term City Council member, Berkeley, California.  At the end of her tenure, she was one of the oldest elected officials in the State of California. In 2007, the Berkeley City Council renamed City Hall in her honor. She was my colleague, friend and mentor.
    Maudelle and I served together on the Co-op Credit Union board of directors--I was the chair and she co-chair. 
    In 2001, after the 9-11 attack on our country, we traveled to Washington DC together in support of Congresswoman Barbara Lee.  Barbara was the lone vote in the House of Representatives against America's invasion of Iraq--the authorization for use of military force that ultimately gave President George W. Bush seemingly unlimited war powers.  Because of that vote, Maudelle was worried about Barbara's personal safety due to the threats Barbara had received.  Maudelle asked me to travel to DC with her and I did.  We shared a hotel room together and I shall forget our first day after checking in the hotel the night before, how energetic Maudelle was--up early in the morning, exercised, had  taken her vitamins, showered and dressed before my feet even hit the floor. She was about 90 yrs young then. Amazing!!!  She was patient with me and my "jet lag". Finally, I got it together and off we went to Barbara's Congressional office.
    Maudelle and I spent many hours sharing, debating and working on political, civic and community issues, concerns and problems.  Maudelle was indeed an unusual talent, brilliant, outspoken, persistent and consistent in all that she did.  She was proud of her roots, her family and the lessons that life had taught her.  Maudelle was born in Jefferson, Arkansas and grew up on a farm, the granddaughter of slaves.  She moved to Berkeley in the 1940s.
    Maudelle did not wait to be asked, she just saw a need and got busy.  I was fortunate, along with Barbara Lee, Ron Dellums, Gus Newport and many others to be counted as a member of her family.  Maudelle did not hesitate to offer her support and love, but also did not hesitate to offer constructive criticism. She always took an active interest in the seniors and was hands-on in the preparation of the meals at the local senior center just down the block from where I live. She was a nutrition and health advocate and practiced what she preached. Her energy, commitment and dedication to her fellow human beings was limitless.  I will miss her and I extend my sympathies to her family and friends.  May she rest in peace. 
    Carole
    Carole Davis Kennerly, MSW/LCSW 
    Former Vice Mayor, Berkeley, Ca.
    Director, Coop Federal Credit Union (retired)
     "Learn the lessons from the past; accept the gifts of the present and act on them now. 


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    Marvin X, Dr. Julia Hare, Dr. Nathan Hare and Attorney Amira Jackmon, Agent of the Community Archives Project



    From: Abdul Alkalimat
    Subject: Re: Hey, Dude, Where's my Black Studies Department?
    To: H-AFRO-AM@H-NET.MSU.EDU
    Date: Friday, April 19, 2013, 1:07 PM


    From: ruth.wilson@sjsu.edu

    We honor Nathan Hare by keeping the legacy of Black Studies alive on universities across the nation, and we salute those who organize the event in his honor.  It is not ironic that San Jose State was absent on Saturday, April 13th.  I do not recall that the Department was invited to the event or asked to be a sponsor.  As you may or may not know, many of the Black Studies Departments in the nation are struggling to maintain a presence in the academy, to get faculty tenured, and to serve students who are majors and minors in the discipline.  I think Nathan Hare would be proud of us, regardless of whether or not we were invited to sponsor the event in Oakland.

    Reply by Marvin X:

    I see no mention of your community connection, a primary mission of Black Studies. We know you call on community when under attack by the white masters in academia, as is happening now from coast to coast, from San Francisco State to Columbia University in NYC to Temple University in Philly, where the Black Studies Chair has been usurped by the White supremacy administration. 

    Black Studies needs to set up shop in the hood so it can address some of the pressing needs such as mental health, male/female relations and economics. There needs to be a course on How to Attend a white institution and not come home hating black people. In the words of Amiri Baraka, "We send them to college and they come home hating us and everything we're about, but they don't even know what we're about!" Dr.  Nathan Hare calls it the addiction to white supremacy type II. How can the national black studies honor Dr. Hare but deny him a teaching position anywhere in America in conspiracy with the white man?

    Isn't it ironic that although Dr. Nathan Hare was never hired at Stanford University or University of California, Berkeley, they have expressed interest in acquiring his archives? Bay Area Poet Paradise has a classic poem entitled They Love Everything About You But You!
    --Marvin X, Academy of da Corner, Oakland


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    Gerald Horne on Bombing of Boston Marathon and U.S. Hypocrisy on 'Terrorism
    Gerald Horne on Bombing of Boston Marathon and U.S. Hypocrisy on 'Terrorism

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    • Hello Marvin, You don't know me and I don't know you, but I believe you were at Stanford not too long ago, and I was active in the Movement there in the 60s. I'm still part of the A3M Reunion listserve, for the veterans of the Applied Electronics Lab sit-in, where Bobby Seale spoke in 1969.
      I know of your father from Eldridge, who was a close friend of mine for thirty years. I invited him and Kathleen to speak at a Be-In in the summer of '68 and they came and spoke, along with Timothy Leary and Ken Kesey.
      So I thought connecting on FB would be good because I could learn things from you, and vice versa, since we're of different generations. I am actually seventy-one, not twenty-three.


      • Yes, real heart ache. I stayed with EC when he lived on AllstonWay, and
        had a front-row seat for his crack addiction--and it cost me big bucks, but
        I didn't lose my car (I lost all my furniture, though). And, after many
        years, I landed on my feet. God took care of me in a way no human could
        have done, and I am grateful. I used to drive EC when he copped. When I
        rented the room, he said there was only one rule: "Don't tell me what to
        do."
        Could you possibly find out what happened to our 3rd roommate, William
        Carlisle, a Muslim? He took me to see Dr. Khalid in East Oakland, before
        Dr. Khalid was "excommunicated."
        I heard Carlisle got killed, but I'm hoping that's not true. He used to
        sell meat and fish from his car in West Oakland. And he sold T-shirts at
        marches and other events. EC trusted us because we didn't do drugs or
        alcohol. I believe Carlisle was from Ohio. He was younger than me, so
        maybe 60-65 now. He was not around for the 60s or the BPP. I have tried searching for him online with no success.
        I drove past the house on Allston Way a couple weeks ago, and see it is all boarded up and the front steps are gone. I guess whoever bought it after
        it was stolen from EC didn't quite know what they were getting into--in
        addition to the financial meltdown (I'm a real estate brokerwww.sonoma-county-real-estate.com).
      • Marvin X Jackmon

        Ancestor William Carlisle made his transition due to a fight with customers who had bought his T shirts. The beat him with a bat and he died in the hospital from a blood clot in the leg.
      • Marlene Lily

        I went to the Newark City Plex FB page, but could not see where I can leave a message. Can you please tell me how to do that?
      • Marlene Lily

        "Diane Di Prima, one of Amiri's "baby-mamas" (that term didn't exist in the
        70s) did collages with me when I was in Napa State Hospital in the 70s, and helped me express my feelings, including my Rage. She wrote, "May Our Anger Be Buddha's Anger." I was so blessed to have her, and Marge Piercy, and Denise Levertov, and Al Young, and Willie Brown, and Ahaguna Sun, and Linus Pauling supporting me in those days. As well as the friendship of Veda Harper (Veda Dwyer) and Tommy Wilson and Otis____ (with whom I walked to
        school at Napa College)."
        Marvin, I tried to post this comment under the Black Bird Press picture of Amiri Baraka, but I don't have an account on any of those services, and I really wanted it to go to you, not to the whole world. So here it is. M.L.
        Your message about Brother Carlisle popped up on my screen for a minute, but I could never find it again. The clot must have moved from his leg to his heart or his brain, or it would not have killed him, correct? I am so sorry to hear of his premature passing. Did he have any children?--M.L.

        MX: William was my very dear friend as well. He was one of the most beautiful black men on the planet, who sought knowledge at any price and he would pay me and Eldridge for knowledge to the point of being our co-dependent. William was not a dummy but a student in the Graduate Theological Seminary at UC Berkeley. 

        What nobody knew was that William had spent time in prison for murder, had become a boxer in prison, so he had no fear. I used to go with him to sell his meats in the projects of Oakland and San Francisco. He would go into the projects at night and sometimes I would be with him as we walked through the projects, but William had no fear, no fear! I can tell you absolutely that I had fear walking through the projects of East Oakland and San Francisco, but William had no fear whatsoever. 

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    By Marlene Lily



    *INTO THE FIRE*
    My closest Panther connection was with Eldridge. In 1968, Eldridge was married and he had jumped bail and left the country, leaving me with a huge reservoir of unprocessed feelings. He contacted me a few times after he left, once to send me a large shipment of unreadable books by Kim Il Sung, once to make arrangements for the return of a pistol he had given me (a pistol that later resulted in the conviction of Panther George Murray) and once to send me a lace face veil from Algeria. He also asked me to come to Algeria, but I had no interest in doing that.
    It was probably decades before I knew that Eldridge’s nickname was “Rage,” but I now think I was attracted to him in part because he freely expressed the rage that I didn’t have a clue I was feeling in 1968 when I first knew him, rage particularly toward Jerry, who on the same day he married me told me our marriage was a mistake. Eldridge also had a quality that I observed
    most clearly when I saw him with my sister-in-law in 1991 and noticed how she lit up: he was capable of giving another person his undivided attention. It was probably that quality that won the love of Christians and Mormons, blacks and whites, women and men. As for me, I felt that he knew me better than anyone I had ever known. I also loved his sense of humor, his imagination, and his ability with language. Every time I cut a watermelon, I still think of his answer to the question, “Where’s Eldridge?” from the Black Panther paper back in 1969: “He’s free, eating watermelon, and the pigs can’t get him!” No one else would have thought of adding “eating watermelon” to that statement.
    And we had moments of hilarious fun, watching Ronald Reagan and SF Mayor Joseph Alioto ranting on television about things Eldridge had said about them (what he called “woofing at the authorities”). Or the time in the early nineties when we collected bottles and cans for recycling in the U.C. stadium after the Big Game, or the time he filled my whole garage with toilets he had taken out of dumpsters at U.C. (I had told him I needed one toilet.) I still have a beautiful hatch-cover table top that we scored on a dumpster dive on Solano Avenue.
    I spent a lot of time in the 80s and 90s trying to get to the bottom of my feelings about Eldridge, and also to find out who he “really was.” Was he really a Republican? A born-again Christian? A Moonie? A Mormon? An under-cover leader of the Black Liberation Movement? Once he took me to the Mormon Temple in Oakland and was greeted with warmth and enthusiasm by the congregation there even though the papers had reported that he’d already
    moved on to the Moonies. Whenever we stopped at the Black Muslim Bakery for a carrot pie, my favorite, he was received there just as warmly.
    I even lived wth him for a few months in the early nineties, when he was a crack addict. He called and said “I have a place for you,” at a moment when I didn’t know what to do. The Savings and Loan crisis had wrecked the housing market and I was no longer making a living in real estate. I hadn’t come up with a new game plan. I went down to Berkeley to see what he had in mind, and Eldridge offered to rent me a room. His only condition was that
    I not tell him what to do. His other tenant was William Carlisle, a fortyish Black Muslim who made a living selling T-shirts at large events and peddling frozen meat and fish in the Oakland ghetto out of the trunk of his car. Eldridge trusted William because he didn’t use drugs or alcohol (and neither did I). And having all that protein in the house meant that if worse came to worst, Eldridge wouldn’t go hungry.
    The house Eldridge lived in was given to him by Claire Morrison, a childless old lady he and his friend Karen had rescued from a convalescent hospital in the 1980s amid great publicity. When Mrs. Morrison was released from the hospital, Karen gave her an apartment in a building Karen owned near the U.C. campus, where Karen’s own mother also lived, and watched over her for several years until she passed away, helping her with shopping and household tasks. And when Mrs. Morrison died, her will gave Eldridge the house on Allston Way, where she and her husband had lived for many years. Mrs. Morrison’s heirs (the same ones who had tried to lock her up in the hospital against her will) sued, and after several years won the house back. In the meantime, Eldridge had a house rent free—and of course he didn’t pay the taxes or insurance either.
    One day as we were having breakfast at Alta Bates Hospital, his favorite breakfast joint (good food at rock bottom prices, and a black staff that was always happy to see him), he said this, which I took to be the “truth,” maybe because I wanted it to be: “We had a war and the good guys lost.” The flicker of anguish that crossed his face, just for a second, answered my question about who he really was to the extent it ever got answered.
    One of the things that often happened between us was a subtle process of language education. He would use words or phrases with double meanings and check with his eyes to see whether I got it. This was an entre into a level of black culture that I never received elsewhere. Some of the phrases were those slave owners had used on their slaves (though of course he never told me that, I had to figure it out), some of them were the current ghetto slang. I had heard other blacks “talk the talk” for many years and I had never “got it.” Much of it was “signifying,” or metaphor. And of course with metaphor, nothing is nailed down. You catch the drift, but you don’t have a “statement of facts.” You get the emotional effect, rather than information.
    One day when we were in the dining room at Allston Way, he showed me a little brush. It was about six inches long, and came in a case. He told me it was what the house slaves used to brush off the master’s table. Seeing how he and William felt about that brush—it was an antique precious to them, but they also loathed it--gave me an inkling of the burden from
    slavery that black men still carried, more than a hundred years after Emancipation. They wanted to share it, but just a little.
    Drugs were the entry requirement for the lumpen black world of the 80s and 90s, which is the world he came from and the world he loved. (His parents, however, were not lumpen, nor is Kathleen, whom he still loved, even though they were divorced; nor are his children.) And highly addictive crack cocaine became the lumpen drug of choice. It was cheap, ubiquitous, and potent. Gary Webb’s San Jose Mercury series, “The Dark Alliance,” tells the story *http://www.mega.nu/ampp/webb.html*. Those of us with a little distance could see the likelihood that crack was the weapon that succeeded Cointelpro in the government’s effort to eliminate any chance of a Black Liberation Movement. But Eldridge was an addict, and the world that became the crack world was his world. I went with him often into West Oakland,
    where he scored his crack at corner stores, homes, apartments. He wouldn’t wait to get home to light the pipe, even if a cop car was right behind us. His after-midnight friends were prostitutes and hustlers. I know because I sometimes drove them home. One of them,expecting me to be jealous, was afraid I was going to push her down the porch stairs.
    Once he told me that he smoked crack because it “opens the doors of perception,” a quote from Aldous Huxley. What I observed when he was stoned was not heightened perception but an advanced case of hallucinations and psychotic paranoia. I would come back to the house on Allston Way to find every light blazing, with no shades or curtains. He took off the
    lampshades to make the lights brighter. As I walked through his office to get to my room, he would point and say “Look at that! Do you see that?” And of course I saw nothing. He was seeing the monsters from a Bosch painting.
    A Chinese family lived across the street and he was so paranoid about the Chinese man I was afraid he might act on his threats and shoot him. Fortunately, that never happened.
    Maybe a year before I went to live at Allston Way, he had asked me to buyhim a truck. His previous truck was confiscated by the police because he had been using it to steal the items left at the curb for recycling and recycling them himself for money—i.e. stealing garbage--and he had been warned to stop. But he hadn’t stopped. His request, “Buy me a truck,” caught me at a moment when I was mentally unstable from overdosing on a homeopathic remedy (it’s definitely possible!) and I simply asked him what kind of truck he wanted, bought him a Chevy pickup, put it in his name, and delivered it, asking for nothing but a ride back home.
    When I moved to Allston Way, I took my furniture to my brother’s basement in San Francisco so I could rent my side of my Santa Rosa duplex out for income. After a few weeks, Eldridge said, “Let’s go get your furniture.” I was fine with that, and wasn’t suspicious when he said he wanted to take two cars.
    At my brother’s house, as we were loading my stuff, my three-year-old niece asked me about some bells that were on the top of one of my boxes. “What
    are those?”
    “Camel bells.”
    “Do you have a camel?”
    “No.”
    Eldridge: “Yes you do!” I met his eyes, wondering what he was talking about. “The camel in your mind.” He was into Religious Science in those days.
    We loaded up the pickup, and that was the last I ever saw of my furniture. A couple months later, when I sensed that my car was next to go, I took off and came back to Santa Rosa. (I had been warned about him by two black men, one a complete stranger, who saw us talking at Andronico’s. The other, a former Panther from the Huey faction, someone I knew and liked,
    said “Still got your car?” when I ran into him on Telegraph.) Without a car I wouldn’t be able to work, and I was going to need some kind of work SOON. Once Eldridge told me I had better work habits than he did. As far as I could tell, he didn’t have ANY work habits.
    He never found a way to make a living, other than giving occasional speeches or hustling his “friends.” He would sit on his porch stairs with one penny on the step next to him, and when I showed up, he’d say, “That’s my bank.” We’d chat for a while, and then he’d say, “Let’s go to Andronico’s.” We’d walk the couple of blocks to the store, and of course I would buy him lunch. Then maybe it was time for a trip to the ATM machine.
    He did that with everybody—or everybody who would put up with it.
    Early on, he made money from *Soul On Ice*, and after he came back from exile he had speaking engagements—whether they were his born-again Christian testimony, Black Panther reminiscences with Bobby Seale, or ecology polemics. But after *Soul On Ice*, he never wrote a major book. Karen bought him computers more than once, more than once he sold them to buy drugs or in one case threw the computer out the window when she urged him to use it to write. Writing requires discipline and willingness to be alone. He was a social animal, and being locked up was what enabled him to write *Soul On Ice*. Once he was free, the discipline just wasn’t there.
    Even as early as 1968 he lacked discipline. The reason I stole his typewriter was that he had promised to give me one for the Observer office and about the same time had invited me over to his house to help put out the Black Panther newspaper. Instead of working on the paper, we sat around all afternoon with Bobby Seale and Emory, shooting the shit. My friend Jennifer, who was visiting from Chicago, was with me with her two little girls, 4 and 6. As the afternoon segued into evening, and it was time to eat, the Panther servants, women of course, called the men into the kitchen. Bobby and Eldridge got up and left, leaving Jennifer and me, invited guests with children, sitting in Eldridge’s office, unfed. Emory had his head down on the arm of his chair, but I never thought he was asleep. Either he was too polite to walk out and leave us, or he was the guard. I was pissed, and picked up the typewriter on Eldridge’s desk, covered it with our coats, and walked out. If Emory was the guard, he wasn’t guarding the typewriter.
    In the summer of ’92, Eldridge asked me to reserve spots for us at Robert McKee’s script- writing class, to be held in the fall in Los Angeles. I bought the tickets, then didn’t see or talk to Eldridge for several months. When the time for the class came, I flew to L.A. alone, rented a car, and spent the night at a Youth Hostel in Santa Monica, the cheapest accommodations I could find. The next morning I walked down the aisle to my seat, and there he was. I didn’t really expect him to pull himself together and make it to L.A., but he did—after all, L.A. was his home. We spent the weekend together. Eldridge took me to Spike Lee’s store and to one of his own favorite teenage hangouts, Pink’s Drive-In, with me picking up the tab for expensive restaurant meals, the gas, the motel room. I had a great time, but when I went home I didn’t go back to Berkeley, I was too deeply in debt by that time. I couldn’t afford Eldridge.
    A few months later, during a drug buy, he got mugged--clubbed on the head and robbed of his earnings from a speaking engagement; his Chevy pickup was also missing. I got a call from Karen saying that he was in Alta Bates with a severe head injury. I went down and sat at his bedside for several days. When he was transferred to rehab in San Leandro, I went there, too.

    It appeared to me he was brain damaged. But he refused to go to Delancey Street when a friend pulled strings to get him admitted, even though his son, Maceo, then about 24, pleaded with him to go. Instead, he went right back to his addiction. The last time I saw him, maybe 1994, it was midday, we were in my car on University Avenue, and I stopped to make a copy at Kinko’s. He was afraid to be left alone in the car for a minute or two while I went into the shop. The fearlessness I had so loved in him was gone. In the spring of 1998, I got a call from William Carlisle, who told me Eldridge had died in Southern California--on May Day. Despite Carlisle’s urgings, I didn’t go to the funeral.

    See Marvin X's memoir of Eldridge Cleaver: My friend the Devil, Black Bird Press, 2009. Search this blog or www.nathanierturner.com.

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    Marvin X, Dr. Julia Hare, Dr. Nathan Hare and Attorney Amira Jackmon, Agent of the Community Archives Project at Academy of da Corner, Oakland. The UCB Bancroft Library has acquired the archives of several North American African authors, including Eldridge Cleaver, Ishmael Reed, Ted Joans, Marvin X and Pulitzer Prize-winning poet Gwendolyn Brooks.

    The University of California, Berkeley, Bancroft Library will view The Dr. Julia Hare and Dr. Nathan Hare papers at the Community Archives Project, according to Marvin X, project director. We have 100 boxes ready for them to examine and another 100 not organized. This is an awesome task but our interns have been hard at work these past weeks. The 100 boxes include financial records,  a collection of the Black Scholar Magazine, founded by Dr. Hare, plus BSM documents, including Dr. Hare's letter of resignation; letters and correspondence from/to the Hares, primary documents from Dr. Hare's brief tenure at Howard University and  San Francisco State University, including his proposal for the first Black Studies program at a major college campus--he is considered the father of Black Studies; manuscripts, drafts, notes (several boxes include Dr. Nathan Hare's notes on newspaper clippings; Dr. Julia Hare's speeches and speech notes, her manuscripts and drafts; newspaper and magazines articles by the Hares, including articles in such magazines as Black Scholar Black Male/Female Relations, (the Hare's publication), Sepia, Ebony, Black World/Negro Digest, UMASS Review, Washington Post, Sun Reporter, Journal of Black Studies, Journal of Sociology: records from Dr. Nathan Hare's clinical psychology practice; photos, magazine articles about the Hare's; audio and video tapes, floppy disks containing extensive emails; materials from Dr. Hare's boxing career; articles from his tenure at Howard University; dissertations from his comrades in struggle such as Max Stanford (Dr. Muhammad Ahmed, former leader of RAM (Revolutionary Action Movement); awards and honors. Stanford University has arranged to view the papers as well.

    The UCB Bancroft has acquired the archives of several North American African authors, including
    Eldridge Cleaver, Ishmael Reed, Ted Joans, Marvin X and Pulitzer-winning poet Gwendolyn Brooks.

    Personal papers of Pulitzer-winning poet Gwendolyn Brooks join archives at UC Berkeley's Bancroft Library
    11 Jan 2001
    By Kathleen Maclay, Media Relations
    Berkeley - Personal papers of poet Gwendolyn E. Brooks, the first African American writer to win the Pulitzer Prize, are now part of the African American writers collection at the University of California, Berkeley's Bancroft Library.
    Brooks gave her blessing to the UC Berkeley acquisition before she died on Dec. 3 at the age of 83. Brooks packed the campus's Zellerbach Hall for a 1974 poetry reading and again in 1997 for a reading in Wheeler Auditorium. Some 700 people were turned away from the overflowing Wheeler, and Brooks signed books until nearly midnight for those who remained.
    Robert Hass, a former U.S. poet laureate and a professor of English at UC Berkeley, called Brooks one of the most important African American poets of the 20th century.
    "She brought the impulses of the Harlem Renaissance to focus by writing about black life in Bronzeville during the Depression and the war years with a candor and sympathy and art that was, in its quiet way, a watershed in American literary and cultural history," he said.
    "Berkeley - particularly because of June Jordan's work here - is a fine place for materials on a woman who for all her life wrote 'poetry for the people,'" said Susan Schweik, a UC Berkeley professor of English who has critiqued Brooks' work. Jordan is a UC Berkeley professor of African American studies and a poet, novelist and essayist.
    Brooks' emergence in the post-Harlem Renaissance period positioned her for more than five decades as a compelling voice and vitality in African American poetry. The granddaughter of a slave, she was known for poetry that explored poverty and racism while promoting an understanding of African American culture. She wrote children's books, an autobiography, one novel, a collection of poetry about South Africa, and other volumes of poetry that included one of her most popular, "We Real Cool" (1966).
    "If any one American writer naturalized the facts of black life, looked at it as lives people led, lives that happened to be inescapably caught in a racialized world but not absolutely defined by that fact, it was she," said Hass. "This curiosity, this art without a social agenda, was a kind of declaration of independence."
    Retrieved from a former Brooks home on the South Side of Chicago, the collection now at UC Berkeley contains manuscripts of her poems and speeches, family photos, awards, weekly journals, clippings that reflect source material for poems, 50 years of correspondence with her publishers, and letters. Library officials said the yet-to-be-catalogued 22 boxes of materials constitute a representative sample of her papers from the 1930s to 1980.
    "She (Brooks) was most grateful we had these documents. She said, 'You have my blessings to buy it,'" said longtime Brooks friend Daphne Muse.
    Muse is an advisor to The Bancroft Library's African American writers collection and is research coordinator for the UC Berkeley McNair Scholars Program. As an adjunct lecturer at nearby Mills College in Oakland during the mid 1970s and early '80s, Muse taught Brooks' poetry in her classes. She said the Brooks material is a significant, unifying addition to UC Berkeley's African American collection.
    Launched in 1978, the library's African American writers collection provides access to thousands of books, manuscripts, correspondence and other rare works by black authors. Materials range in date from the 1790s to the present and are regularly used by students, faculty members and outside researchers.
    "Without this documentation, there would be gaping holes in what future researchers do here at UC Berkeley, and this canon includes both mainstream and once-marginalized voices," Muse said. The archive provides "a trail of how a poem finds its voice and reams of materials that thread her life together," she added.
    It includes letters between Brooks and poet/art critic Ted Berrigan; author/anthologist Arna Bontemps, who helped lead the Harlem Renaissance; and Robert Creeley of the Black Mountain Poets group; as well as the late writer and Black Panther activist Eldridge Cleaver.
    Brooks is said to have launched her writing career as a child by sending poems to a community newspaper to surprise her family.
    Her first book of poetry, "A Street in Bronzeville," was published in 1945 and told of ordinary life in a real Chicago neighborhood. It gained her national recognition and led to awards that included a Guggenheim Fellowship and induction into the American Academy of Arts and Letters.
    Her second book of poetry, "Annie Allen," (1949) earned her the Pulitzer Prize in 1950. This series of poems traced the life of a young black girl growing up in Chicago.
    "Chicago really shaped her, and she really shaped Chicago," Muse said. "Long before Chicago had Oprah Winfrey and Michael Jordan, there was Gwendolyn Brooks."
    Muse noted that one group of young black poets from Chicago, the "Jump Badders," worked with Brooks to publish a poetry anthology. Haki Madhubuti (Don Lee), Johari Amini and Carolyn Rodgers were among these writers whom Brooks helped. In turn, they radicalized Brooks and, after she published "Riot" in 1969, she pledged to use only black publishing houses.
    Schweik said Brooks' work is important because of her early use of traditional form for radically new ends, her mentoring of black and women poets, and her pioneering of writing on race and gender issues. Brooks is believed to have written the first published poem on abortion in the United States, Schweik said. Brooks read "The Mother" during a gathering of American poets honored at the White House by President Jimmy Carter in January 1980.
    Brooks is important also because of the range and shifts in her writing style over the decades "as she responded, quickly and profoundly, to social changes and to movements for social change," Schweik said.
    Brooks' awards included a lifetime achievement award from the National Endowment for the Arts, the National Book Foundation's medal for distinguished contributions to American Letters, the National Endowment for the Humanities' 1994 Jefferson Lecturer post, the Frost Medal, and the Poetry Society of America's Shelley Memorial Award. Brooks was named consultant-in-poetry to the Library of Congress in 1985-86 and was the first black woman to be so honored. Illinois named her the state poet laureate in 1968.
    Despite her huge success, Brooks never became a "diva," said Muse.
    "She wore it all so simply, and the remarkable thing about her was the inordinate amount of time she spent with other writers, especially young voices," Muse said. "She was a deep thinker without being tortured by it. She was intellectually honest and generous and a fabulous listener; that's why she worked so well with young people."
    "Through her poetry, presence and uncomplicated demeanor," Muse said, "Brooks firmly admonished black people not to be clubbed into submission and to stand tall in their power and honor their truth."
    A volume of Brooks' poetry will be published posthumously this spring. Published by Third World Press, it is titled "In Montgomery, New and Other Poems."
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    I feel so blessed to have a daily dialogue with the father of Black Studies, Dr. Nathan Hare, my elder, comrade and colleague who wrote the introduction to my autobiography Somethin' Proper, Black Bird Press, 1998, and the foreword to my manual How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy, BPP, 2007.

    For many years now, Dr. Hare and I have worked together on such projects as the 1980 Black Men's Conference (15 years before the Million Man March), the 2001 Kings and Queens of Black Consciousness at San Francisco State University (absent most faculty in the Black Studies Department, although it was sponsored by the department); the 2004 Black Radical Book Fair in San Francisco's Tenderloin (where I spent 12 years as a dope fiend). Dr. Hare facilitated Black Reconstruction, the prototype for my Pan African Mental Health Peer Group to recover from the addiction to white supremacy.

    Today I feel especially blessed to be in possession of the archives of Dr. Nathan Hare and Dr. Julia Hare. The Christians say God may not be there when you want Him but He's always on time. And so it is! When I recovered from Crack after a twelve year run, I wanted to catch up on Black Consciousness so I wrote various people to send me literature so I might catch up, but no one responded.

    As I have been arranging the Hare archives, it is awesome to find so many original documents that are invaluable for any North American African in search of our true identity. The archives contain most of the Black Scholar magazines (founded by Dr. Hare), Negro Digest/Black World, Liberator, Freedomways, Ebony, Sepia, Jet, Phylon, Negro History Bulletin, Journal of Black Studies, etc. As one of my interns said, "Marvin, you got the Hare's whole life in his and Julia's archives."

    Again, I am honored to work on this project that is the reeducation I've needed. One of my interns who studied Black Studies on the east coast, bemoaned the fact that she'd never heard of Dr. Hare until she attended his 80th birthday party. She felt culturally deprived and wondered why? We know it is due to revisionist history, wherein  important people are deleted from the narrative for ideological and white supremacy type ll (Dr. Hare term) reasons.
    --Marvin X

    A Note from Dr. Nathan Hare


    Marvin,

    Barack Obama went to Chicago in part because Frank Davis had told him about it, but also his mother had wanted to be a student there but was only fifteen so her father wouldn’t let her and she would tell Obama about it. Meanwhile he had gotten here to Loyola Marymount in LA but, where tried to get hip, but transferred to Columbia, where he was studying when his mother wrote that she was in the hospital with cancer. For reasons of his own he declined to droop everything and go wherever she was – somewhere in Indonesia as I recall – and visit her. She died.  So when he got out of Columbia, he went to Chicago, in particular the University of Chicago, and dug in around in the slum district in which the University had surrounded itself but tried to dig out of with only partial success in the mid to late 1950s, My older sister has said that people would say “that little old guy who hangs around the University of Chicago. He attended Columbia and Harvard Law but got his education and made his mark at the University of Chicago as a lecturer in the law department and life and organizing in the hood. I also knew Valerie jarrett’s father in law, the newspaper columnist, Vernon Jarrett. Indeed, when we were grappling with the Oakland superintendent movement from the National Black Men’s Conference you spearheaded with the help of John Douambia (sp?) – I was luncheon speaker – I happened to tell him on the phone when talking about the  Black Think Tank that we were doing that. I told him how the NAACP had taken up my idea  I had issued at a California Conference on black Education during a panel discussion chaired by Willie Brown. I called for raising the concept of “excellence” in black education to the level of excellence in athletics and music. You didn’t hear excellence as a buzz word for blacks in education. But I went on to say this in the same year, 1975 (when I received the Distinguished Alumni Award for my alma mater, Langston, around the country. I sent it to places like Jet and Jesse Jackson’s Operation Push (which became “Push for Excellence.” Also Marva Collins started her private school on the concept of excellence that year. Langston of course took it up full bloom for decades but now speak of “greatness” with the new regimes after the death of their 25 year president, Julia’s brother in law.

    Anyway, at the Sacramento conference where I first raise the cry for excellence I had read in a book on Jewish education that they always pushed excvellence, Willie Brown cut me off at the five minute mark. Verna Canson, the west Coast regional director of the NAACP, sitting beside me said “I like that, how would you do it?” I said I don’t know, but I can think of academic Olympics in junior high schools and high schools,etc. A month later I was listening to KDIA as everybody in the community did of a Sunday afternoon in those days and I kept saying to Julia that the woman on Dr Fahim’s show, Margaret Busch Wilson, national chairman of the NAACP, was using my stuff. I kept saying she’s got my stuff, but I had never met her. I thought back to the California Conference and Verna Canson and recalled that I had mentioned it to her and she had passed it on. Anyway, as I started to say, a few years passed and ACT-SO (academic tournament for black kids, though mostly the middle class elite) began to flourish. So when I was talking to Vernon Jarrett, the journalist and father in law of Valerie Jarrett, I told him about all of this. I was startled to look up in a few months and see that Vernon Jarrett and the NAACP were saying that Vernon Jarrett had started ACT-SO.

    Tell me how long the train’s been gone.

    Nathan

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    The Tsarnaev brothers were double agents who decoyed US into terror trap

    DEBKAfile Exclusive Analysis April 20, 2013, 4:39 PM (GMT+02:00)
    Tags:  Boston   bombing attack   Caucasus   Saudi Arabia   Terrorism   FBI  Intelligence 
    TTamerlan Tsarnaev killed. His brother Dzhokhar captured
    TTamerlan Tsarnaev killed. His brother Dzhokhar captured


    The big questions buzzing over Boston Bombers Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev have a single answer: It emerged in the 102 tense hours between the twin Boston Marathon bombings Monday, April 15 – which left three dead, 180 injured and a police officer killed at MIT - and Dzohkhar’s capture Friday, April 19 in Watertown.

    The conclusion reached by DEBKAfile’s counterterrorism and intelligence sources is that the brothers were double agents, hired by US and Saudi intelligence to penetrate the Wahhabi jihadist networks which, helped by Saudi financial institutions, had spread across the restive Russian Caucasian.

    Instead, the two former Chechens betrayed their mission and went secretly over to the radical Islamist networks.

    By this tortuous path, the brothers earned the dubious distinction of being the first terrorist operatives to import al Qaeda terror to the United States through a winding route outside the Middle East – the Caucasus.

    This broad region encompasses the autonomous or semi-autonomous Muslim republics of Dagestan, Ingushetia, Kabardino-Balkaria, Chechnya, North Ossetia and Karachyevo-Cherkesiya, most of which the West has never heard of.

    Moscow however keeps these republics on a tight military and intelligence leash, constantly putting down violent resistance by the Wahhabist cells, which draw support from certain Saudi sources and funds from the Riyadh government for building Wahhabist mosques and schools to disseminate the state religion of Saudi Arabia.
    The Saudis feared that their convoluted involvement in the Caucasus would come embarrassingly to light when a Saudi student was questioned about his involvement in the bombng attacks while in a Boston hospital with badly burned hands.

    They were concerned to enough to send Saudi Foreign Minister Prince Saudi al-Faisal to Washington Wednesday, April 17, in the middle of the Boston Marathon bombing crisis, for a private conversation with President Barack Obama and his national security adviser Tom Donilon on how to handle the Saudi angle of the bombing attack.
    That day too, official Saudi domestic media launched an extraordinary three-day campaign. National and religious figures stood up and maintained that authentic Saudi Wahhabism does not espouse any form of terrorism or suicide jihadism and the national Saudi religion had nothing to do with the violence in Boston.  “No matter what the nationality and religious of the perpetrators, they are terrorists and deviants who represent no one but themselves.”

    Prince Saud was on a mission to clear the 30,000 Saudi students in America of suspicion of engaging in terrorism for their country or religion, a taint which still lingers twelve years after 9/11. He was concerned that exposure of the Tsarnaev brothers’ connections with Wahhabist groups in the Caucasus would revive the stigma.

    The Tsarnaevs' recruitment by US intelligence as penetration agents against terrorist networks in southern Russia explains some otherwise baffling features of the event:
    1.  An elite American college in Cambridge admitted younger brother Dzhokhar and granted him a $2,500 scholarship, without subjecting him to the exceptionally stiff standard conditions of admission. This may be explained by his older brother Tamerlan demanding this privilege for his kid brother in part payment for recruitment.
    2.  When in 2011, a “foreign government” (Russian intelligence) asked the FBI to screen Tamerlan for suspected ties to Caucasian Wahhabist cells during a period in which they had begun pledging allegiance to al Qaeda, the agency, it was officially revealed, found nothing incriminating against him and let him go after a short interview.
    He was not placed under surveillance. Neither was there any attempt to hide the fact that he paid a long visit to Russia last year and on his return began promoting radical Islam on social media.
    Yet even after the Boston marathon bombings, when law enforcement agencies, heavily reinforced by federal and state personnel, desperately hunted the perpetrators, Tamerlan Tsarnaev was never mentioned as a possible suspect.

    3.  Friday, four days after the twin explosions at the marathon finishing line, the FBI released footage of Suspect No. 1 in a black hat and Suspect No. 2 in a white hat walking briskly away from the crime scene, and appealed to the public to help the authorities identify the pair.
    We now know this was a charade. The authorities knew exactly who they were. Suddenly, during the police pursuit of their getaway car from the MIT campus on Friday, they were fully identified. The brother who was killed in the chase was named Tamerlan, aged 26, and the one who escaped, only to be hunted down Saturday night hiding in a boat, was 19-year old Dzhokhar.

    Our intelligence sources say that we may never know more than we do today about the Boston terrorist outrage which shook America – and most strikingly, Washington - this week. We may not have the full story of when and how the Chechen brothers were recruited by US intelligence as penetration agents – any more than we have got to the bottom of tales of other American double agents who turned coat and bit their recruiters.

    Here is just a short list of some of the Chechen brothers’ two-faced predecessors:
    In the 1980s, an Egyptian called Ali Abdul Saoud Mohamed offered his services as a spy to the CIA residence in Cairo. He was hired, even though he was at the time the official interpreter of Ayman al-Zuwahiri, then Osama bin Laden’s senior lieutenant and currently his successor.
    He accounted for this by posing as a defector. But then, he turned out to be feeding al Qaeda US military secrets. Later, he was charged with Al Qaeda’s 1998 bombings of US embassies in Nairobi and Dar es-Salaam.
    On Dec. 30, 2009, the Jordanian physician Humam Khalil al-Balawi, having gained the trust of US intelligence in Afghanistan as an agent capable of penetrating al Qaeda’s top ranks, detonated a bomb at a prearranged rendezvous in Kost, killing the four top CIA agents in the country.

    Then, there was the French Muslim Mohamed Merah. He was recruited by French intelligence to penetrate Islamist terror cells in at least eight countries, including the Caucasus. At the end of last year, he revealed his true spots in deadly attacks on a Jewish school in Toulouse and a group of French military commandoes.

    The debate has begun over the interrogation of the captured Boston bomber Dzhokhar Tsarmayev when he is fit for questioning after surgery for two bullet wounds and loss of blood. The first was inflicted during the police chase in which his brother Tamerlan was killed.
    An ordinary suspect would be read his rights (Miranda) and be permitted a lawyer. In his case, the “public safety exemption” option may be invoked, permitting him to be questioned without those rights, provided the interrogation is restricted to immediate public safety concerns. President Barack Obama is also entitled to rule him an “enemy combatant” and so refer him to a military tribunal and unrestricted grilling.
    According to DEBKAfile’s counter terror sources, four questions should top the interrogators' agenda:
    a) At what date did the Tsarnaev brothers turn coat and decide to work for Caucasian Wahhabi networks?
    b) Did they round up recruits for those networks in the United States - particularly, among the Caucasian and Saudi communities?
    c)  What was the exact purpose of the Boston Marathon bombings and their aftermath at MIT in Watertown?
    d) Are any more terrorist attacks in the works in other American cities?


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    Paul Robeson as Othello, the Moor (Muslim) in Shakespeare's Classic
    Near the beginning of the eighth century, a Muslim army, made up largely of Moors and some Arabs, invaded and conquered nearly the entire peninsula. During the next 750 years independent Muslim states were established and the entire area of Muslim control became known as Al-Andalus. Meanwhile the Christian kingdoms in the north of the peninsula began the long and slow Christian recovery, a process called theReconquista, which was concluded in 1492 with the fall of Granada.
    Over time, various small and large kingdoms in the Iberian Peninsula began to coalesce into larger states.[1] The Christian kingdoms came to dominate nearly all of Iberia by the 13th century, those being the Kingdom of Portugal, the Kingdom of Aragon, the Kingdom of Castile and theKingdom of Navarre. Although colloquially and literarily the expression "King of Spain" or "King of the Spains" was already widespread,[2] and although the two crowns, Aragonese and Castilian, were held by the same monarch, they retained their individual institutions and identities until the enactment of the Spanish Constitution of 1812.[3] Portugal was also ruled by the House of Habsburg with Castile and Aragon but this came to an end with a revolt after sixty years.
    The year 1492 was the starting point of the modern history of Spain, with the expulsion of the Moors and the successful voyage of Christopher Columbus to the New World.[4] TheSpanish Empire was launched, as was the Spanish InquisitionJews and Muslims who refused to convert were expelled from the country.

    Will America follow Spain and expel all Muslims? History has a strange way of repeating itself, so don't think such a thing cannot happen. Long ago the Honorable Elijah Muhammad taught his followers the day would come when we would depart America, exiting through Mexico. So be prepared for this announcement over the media:
    ALL MUSLIMS HAVE 24 HOURS TO LEAVE AMERICA AND ALL NIGGERS TOO!
    Of course if this should happen, how many Muslims (and Niggers) would hear the message and how many would be able to leave on such short notice? During Katrina, many Blacks were unable to leave the flooded area, some didn't have transportation, some were obese so they couldn't swim or walk. 
    What if all those remaining will be confined to ghettoes, i.e., concentration camps? Of course we're already concentrated in the hood, a toxic environment worse than slaughter: inferior food, schools, reactionary religious leaders and politicians, white supremacy education, drugs, large numbers in jail and prison (the New Slavery under the constitution); those in the Big Yard under police occupation, Stop and Frisk. So what may appear to be a bad thing (expulsion) may be a good thing. 
    --Marvin X

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    Terrorism and Privilege:

     

    Understanding the Power of Whiteness

    by
    Tim Wise

    As the nation weeps for the victims of the horrific bombing in Boston yesterday, one searches for lessons amid the carnage, and finds few. That violence is unacceptable stands out as one, sure. That hatred — for humanity, for life, or whatever else might have animated the bomber or bombers — is never the source of constructive human action seems like a reasonably close second.
    But I dare say there is more; a much less obvious and far more uncomfortable lesson, which many are loathe to learn, but which an event such as this makes readily apparent, and which we must acknowledge, no matter how painful.
    It is a lesson about race, about whiteness, and specifically, about white privilege.
    I know you don’t want to hear it. But I don’t much care. So here goes.
    White privilege is knowing that even if the Boston Marathon bomber turns out to be white, his or her identity will not result in white folks generally being singled out for suspicion by law enforcement, or the TSA, or the FBI.
    White privilege is knowing that even if the bomber turns out to be white, no one will call for whites to be profiled as terrorists as a result, subjected to special screening, or threatened with deportation.
    White privilege is knowing that if the bomber turns out to be white, he or she will be viewed as an exception to an otherwise non-white rule, an aberration, an anomaly, and that he or she will be able to join the ranks of pantheon of white people who engage in (or have plotted) politically motivated violence meant to terrorize — and specifically to kill — but whose actions result in the assumption of absolutely nothing about white people generally, or white Christians in particular.
    Among these: Tim McVeigh and Terry Nichols and Ted Kaczynski and Eric Rudolph and Joe Stack andGeorge Metesky and Byron De La Beckwith and Bobby Frank Cherry and Thomas Blanton and Herman Frank Cash and Robert Chambliss and James von Brunn and Lawrence Michael Lombardi and Robert Mathews and David Lane and Chevie Kehoe and Michael F. Griffin and Paul Hill and John Salvi andJustin Carl Moose and Bruce and Joshua Turnidge and James Kopp and Luke Helder and James David Adkisson and Scott Roeder and Shelley Shannon and Dennis Mahon and Wade Michael Page andJeffery Harbin and Byron Williams and Charles Ray Polk and Willie Ray Lampley and Cecilia Lampley and John Dare Baird and Joseph Martin Bailie and Ray Hamblin and Robert Edward Starr III and William James McCranie Jr. and John Pitner and Charles Barbee and Robert Berry and Jay Merrell andBrendon Blasz and Carl Jay Waskom Jr. and Shawn and Catherine Adams and Edward Taylor Jr. and Todd Vanbiber and William Robert Goehler and James Cleaver and Jack Dowell and Bradley Playford Glover and Ken Carter and Randy Graham and Bradford Metcalf and Chris Scott Gilliam and Gary Matson and Winfield Mowder and Buford Furrow and Benjamin Smith and Donald Rudolph and Kevin Ray Patterson and Charles Dennis Kiles and Donald Beauregard and Troy Diver and Mark Wayne McCool and Leo Felton and Erica Chase and Clayton Lee Wagner and Michael Edward Smith and David Burgert and Robert Barefoot Jr. and Sean Gillespie and Ivan Duane Braden and Kevin Harphamand William Krar and Judith Bruey and Edward Feltus and Raymond Kirk Dillard and Adam Lynn Cunningham and Bonnell Hughes and Randall Garrett Cole and James Ray McElroy and Michael Gorbey and Daniel Cowart and Paul Schlesselman and Frederick Thomas and Paul Ross Evans andMatt Goldsby and Jimmy Simmons and Kathy Simmons and Kaye Wiggins and Patricia Hughes and Jeremy Dunahoe and David McMenemy and Bobby Joe Rogers and Francis Grady and Cody Seth Crawford and Ralph Lang and Demetrius Van Crocker and Floyd Raymond Looker and Derek Mathew Shrout and Randolph Linn.
    Ya know, just to name a few.
    And white privilege is being able to know nothing about the crimes committed by most of the terrorists listed above — indeed, never to have so much as heard most of their names — let alone to make assumptions about the role that their racial or ethnic identity may have played in their crimes.
    White privilege is knowing that if the Boston bomber turns out to be white, we  will not be asked to denounce him or her, so as to prove our own loyalties to the common national good. It is knowing that the next time a cop sees one of us standing on the sidewalk cheering on runners in a marathon, that cop will say exactly nothing to us as a result.
    White privilege is knowing that if you are a white student from Nebraska — as opposed to, say, a student from Saudi Arabia — that no one, and I mean no one would think it important to detain and question you in the wake of a bombing such as the one at the Boston Marathon.
    And white privilege is knowing that if this bomber turns out to be white, the United States government will not bomb whatever corn field or mountain town or stale suburb from which said bomber came, just to ensure that others like him or her don’t get any ideas. And if he turns out to be a member of the Irish Republican Army we won’t bomb Belfast. And if he’s an Italian American Catholic we won’t bomb the Vatican.
    In short, white privilege is the thing that allows you (if you’re white) — and me — to view tragic events like this as merely horrific, and from the perspective of pure and innocent victims, rather than having to wonder, and to look over one’s shoulder, and to ask even if only in hushed tones, whether those we pass on the street might think that somehow we were involved.
    It is the source of our unearned innocence and the cause of others’ unjustified oppression.
    That is all. And it matters.

    For the addiction to white supremacy type ll, see Marvin X's How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy, Black Bird Press, Berkeley, 2007.

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    Marvin X says the University of California's Bancroft Library doesn't have enough money to acquire the Dr. Nathan Hare and Dr. Julia Hare archives. When the UCB Bancroft Library curators arrived to inspect the archives, they asked Marvin what was the asking price? The poet took his time to reply. He said, "You know America deprived Dr. Nathan Hare of a livelihood, kicking him out of a Black college, Howard University, and a white college, San Francisco State University. We feel Dr. Hare deserves a generous compensation for his contribution to Black Studies and he has the archives to prove his profound contribution.

    What do you want, the curators asked again? We want two million dollars!

    "Marvin, we are poor, we cannot afford that. We tried to get the Alice Walker papers, but we couldn't afford her."

    Stanford University is scheduled to view the Hare's archives in a few days. The archives include nearly two hundred boxes at this point. When the poet informed the Bancroft people Dr. Hare has books with hand written notes, they expressed interest in his books with margin notes. This may expand his archives to 300 boxes. Dr. Hare informed Marvin, "All my books have margin notes!"

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    Marvin,

    That’s no joke. As a college student I prided myself on my memory, but when I got to the University of Chicago it appeared to me I had been largely memorizing the wrong things; but I hung on and stuck to task and got to the end of my first year and was asked by my advisor what I was doing my master’s thesis on, something that might well have been done by then. Thus, on top of having less time to put into the memory bank that was paying back less and less, a professor of mine, the one who had been a classmate of E. Franklin Frazier’s, and was married to the daughter of the great Robert E. Park (Everett Hughes) told our class to “develop the habit of talking back to books” (by which he meant write in the margins as we read – I’d seen that going on but thought the people were kooks or downright crazy. After a while of talking back to books, I found I could come up with my own ideas and thoughts, so it took me two more years to get the master’s degree, three years in all, I was writing so much in the margins of books and with considerable vengeance. Meanwhile my unlearned relatives thought I wasn’t up to task, that my small black undergraduate college they knew had failed to prepare me. It became a big joke among some to ask me when I was going to get my master’s degree, as conventional wisdom was it was one year in and out, like at Harvard in those days when they didn’t require a thesis for the master’s in sociology, or you didn’t get the master’s, my people thought, and figured it was very likely I wasn’t going to get mine ( my relatives and acquaintances cocked their heads and crowed in sheer delight).

    They didn’t know you didn’t have to have the master’s to get the Ph.D. at Chicago, and my superfluous coursework (inasmuch as I continued to carry a full load required by my Danforth Fellowship) would count toward the Ph.D. and it would take me only one more year of coursework and two years in all to finish my work and examinations for the Ph.D. I took my comprehensive exam ahead of time to fail and practice like just about everybody. People would take off and prepare for a quarter and even grow a beard to symbolize or signify their determination leading up to the vaunted “Comps.” I continued my full course load and twenty hour a week research assistantship at the Population Center, and even did a three-hour interview plus travel stint that weekend for the National Opinion Research Center. I also went to my Advanced Sociological Theory class  on the morning of the first day of the Comps. The Theory course was one of two of the required courses of the total units needed for the Ph.D, so six students in the class taking the exam were absent from the class. “Hey, Nat, I thought you were taking the Comps,” the other students cried when I walked in. They wore a look on their faces suggesting they thought I had lost it or something.

    I left the theory class and went to the Comps, where soon the clock struck one to signal the beginning of four questions to fill the four hours of the first of the two-afternoon Comps. I picked up the exam and couldn’t believe my eyes. The first question was: “Compare the contributions of Parsons and Merton to a general theory of social action.” The professor of the Theory class, apparently thinking the test takers would be absent, had lectured an hour and a half of the contributions of Robert Merton. I quickly summarized the lecture and concluded that “Merton didn’t begin to develop a general theory of social action, not to mention Parsons” (because I didn’t know that much about Parsons anyway). I then enjoyed the extra time I had left to ponder the other three questions on the first afternoon of the Comps.

    Later, the chairman of the department at the time, Philip Hauser, told a group of students and faculty at a gathering in his large Hyde Park home-- he didn’t mention the fact that I was the only black person, it being so visibly apparent --  that only two of the twelve of us taking the Comps had passed all four sections (you could pass one section and take a failed section next time, and there was no stigma to failing any section at any time, which is why I was taking it early to get the feel of it). Prof. Hauser went on to say that I had made the highest score (the tests were written in bluebooks with only an ID number for grading purposes, not our names). They must have wondered who in the world could handle Merton with such ease, so wish he hadn’t just tossed off Parsons, guess he ran out of time or it got lost but he surely knew something about Parsons (because the Theory professor, Peter Blau, would later have a transformative effect on the field of sociological theory.

    Parsons was thought to be exceedingly heavy, but his jealous detractors said he wrote poorly and appeared to believe if something was unintelligible that made it profound.
    My apologies to Parsons for dissing him, but it’s a world I never made.

    Nathan



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    This week the Black Scholar Magazine's pamphlet series was given out on the streets of Oakland at Marvin X's Academy of da Corner. The poet had found in the Hare archives a box of Dr. Hare's pamphlet Combatting Black Apathy. Dr. Hare said he didn't mind if they were given out freely to spread consciousness in the hood. The 1973 pamphlet is a classic on the social psychology of life in the hood then and now. The essay opens with the following:

    There is a problem gripping the black movement--and crippling it. One encounters it in every college audience and every pool room or house party or wherever black people gather and ponder the revolutionary course for the black future or try to clarify the confusion of the present. It is the problem that revolves around apathy and it correlates, futility and despair....

    Dr. Hare continues:

    ...Within this nothingness, we remain convinced of our own powerlessness, which we magnify, by identifying with the all-powerful oppressor. We are reluctant to rebel against the oppressor who has, so to speak, come to represent our ego ideal. We turn, therefore, into intransigent pessimism, into put-down militancy, labeling everything anybody tries to do as somehow jivetime, niggerish, bourgeois, or not "for real." In compensation, we jump super bad, so bad that it is not necessary for us to act. And since there can be no real solution of us, our solution is escape....

    In the course of our escape we run the gamut of preoccupations with palliatives. One wave of brothers and sisters may trip out on the excessive use of drugs or religious fanaticism ( or even astrology....

    Thus we are engulfed in a forest fire of pessimism and quiescence. And there is a danger that this pessimism can lead (at worst) to a fratricidal crossfire of bullets; at best to perennial or pathological bickering--which it has done. Historically, fratricide occurs at a certain stage in a movement, when an oppressed race begins to feel too weak to fight the real enemy, the oppressor himself. They begin to turn their anger in upon themselves and develop self-hatred. This self- hatred is projected on to their brothers.

    The more acute case of this syndrome will manifest itself in maverick assassination, which in its more hideous forms, amounts to collective suicide. We must come to see that to kill a brother or sister similarly victimized by oppression, but struggling for freedom in a different way, is like killing a part of oneself, the hated part of oneself. Unfortunately, fratricide will increase. But we can offset it by shaping a clear picture of who our real enemy is and by moving to combat white racism; so that the frustration and anguish otherwise unrelieved will not accumulate and get turned inward upon ourselves. 

    Another way of offsetting fratricide and pathogenic squabbling is to build a genuine love for our black brothers and sisters, to replace self hatred with self love.... For this is our basic task, to build a sense of unity, unity of struggle, even when there is no unity of opinion. Because it is necessary to realize that we are all in this quagmire together; and it doesn't move us any closer to freedom when we unload our misdirected anguish on ourselves.

    As things now stand, we have broken off into minute ideological camps, into tiny cults and revolutionary cliques--each believing itself to be in possession of the only way to fight the enemy....

    The people were happy to receive the pamphlet that sold for 35 cents in 1973 but could sell for $35.00 today. Marvin gave  multiple copies to some of the street people to pass out. They did so gladly
    for a couple of dollars so they could get something to eat.

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    Marvin X (Academy of da Corner) with Dr. Julia Hare, Dr. Nathan Hare and Attorney Amira Jackmon of the Community Archives Project

    Dr. Nathan Hare on Combatting Black Apathy, Black Scholar, 1973

    The more acute case of this syndrome will manifest itself in maverick assassination, which in its more hideous forms, amounts to collective suicide. We must come to see that to kill a brother or sister similarly victimized by oppression, but struggling for freedom in a different way, is like killing a part of oneself, the hated part of oneself. Unfortunately, fratricide will increase. But we can offset it by shaping a clear picture of who our real enemy is and by moving to combat white racism; so that the frustration and anguish otherwise unrelieved will not accumulate and get turned inward upon ourselves. 

    Another way of offsetting fratricide and pathogenic squabbling is to build a genuine love for our black brothers and sisters, to replace self hatred with self love.... For this is our basic task, to build a sense of unity, unity of struggle, even when there is no unity of opinion. Because it is necessary to realize that we are all in this quagmire together; and it doesn't move us any closer to freedom when we unload our misdirected anguish on ourselves.--Nathan Hare

    Woman Found Shot Dead Next To 4-Year-Old Child In Oakland


    A police officer at the scene of a fatal shooting at 54th St. and Shattuck Ave. in Oakland. (CBS)
    A police officer at the scene of a fatal shooting at 54th St. and Shattuck Ave. in Oakland. (CBS)



    OAKLAND — A woman was shot and killed in front of her young child near Oakland Children’s Hospital Wednesday night; the fourth homicide this week, authorities said.The woman was reported shot at 8:43 p.m. near the corner of 54th Street and Shattuck Avenue—just blocks from the Children’s Hospital & Research Center. The victim’s four-year-old  son was found unharmed at her side.Police said the four-year old is a key witness in the shooting death of his 21-year-old mother.


    Chief Howard Jordan said the shooting was “very tragic.” He said he fears that, “For a 4-year-old boy to witness a shooting like this will be a memory in his mind for a long time. I don’t know how he’ll recover.” Police said the mother was from San Leandro but didn’t release her name or age.

    “No one should have to witness that type of violence at all, especially at four-years-old. That’s something he will have to live with for the rest of his life and I’m not sure how well he’s going to do after last night, because that’s an image that will probably be in his memory for a while,” said Jordan.

    While playing in a squad car, the unnamed child was able to tell investigators what he saw, said Jordan.

    Police said two men in a rusty, black four-door car were witnessed fleeing the scene.


    A second woman was with the woman who was fatally shot and sought medical treatment, Jordan said. He didn’t elaborate on the second woman’s injuries except to say that she wasn’t hit by gunfire.

    Jordan said he went to the shooting scene because he was working late to help oversee a major operation in which police and FBI agents served warrants at the Acorn housing complex in West Oakland.


    He said when he first saw the 4-year-old boy, whose first name is Joshua, he was sitting in a patrol car and playing with an officer’s flashlight.


    Jordan said he gave the boy a police sticker and swore him in as a junior police officer.

    Another officer later took the boy to a nearby McDonald’s restaurant to get some food, he said.

    Jordan said the shooting of the woman in front of her young boy is “very personal” for him because he has young children himself.


    The boy is now with other family members, he said. The homicide was the fourth shooting death in the city this week—and the 31st homicide for the year. On Monday, a man from Stockton was found shot to death on 90th Avenue.


    On Tuesday afternoon, a 21-year-old woman was shot and killed during a robbery attempt in East Oakland and Keith Head – a 22-year-old San Francisco rapper known as K.O. Da Bandit – was shot and killed near 13th Street and Broadway on later that night. One block from Marvin X's Academy of da Corner at 14th and Broadway. Marvin X says, "My classroom has been a hot spot, from the murder of my friend Chauncey Bailey (14th and Alice) to the rebellion following the police murder of Oscar Grant. The consensus is that Academy of da Corner has made a difference so I will increase my presence in the area and spread more conscious literature.


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    photo Princess

    Filmmaker, producer Muhammida El Muhajir, hired dad to write a poem for Keyshia Cole Day.
    He read the poem as Keyshia came on stage at Oscar Grant/Frank Ogawa Plaza in front of Oakland City Hall.

    See Muhammida's film Hip Hop: The New World Order. Dad participated in her daughter's production Black Power Babies in Brooklyn and Philadelphia and her mother's (Nisa Ra) production of Black Love Lives at the University of Penn. 

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  • 04/27/13--20:13: The Mythology of Rape

  • Twenty-two suspects have been detained after a six-year-old girl was brutally raped and had her throat slit in New Delhi.

    The attack happened on Saturday in Badarpur district on the outskirts of the Indian capital.
    The incident came only days after the sexual assault of a five-year-old girl in the same city triggered a huge public outcry and calls for capital punishment for all rapists.
    Family members said the girl went to the public toilet for her daily bath but they were soon informed by locals she was lying in a pool of blood.
    "The girl used to go for a daily bath in that public toilet. She also went today," said Jitender Kumar Jha, a relative of the victim.
    "After some time people came to our house to tell us that the girl is lying in the toilet with injuries on her neck.
    "When we went, we saw her lying on the ground with a slit throat and she was naked."
    The police were quick to seal the crime scene and detained 22 suspects with past criminal records in the region.
    "We have rounded up 22 suspects. They are alcoholics and drug addicts, who have some past criminal record," said Ajay Chaudhary, a commissioner of police.

    "All of them are being questioned. Soon we will identify the culprit and he will be arrested."
    Severe neck injuries
    The girl was taken to the All India Institute of Medical Sciences trauma centre, where she underwent emergency surgery.
    Viplav Mishra, who operated on the victim, confirmed wounds to her genitalia and said her neck injuries were severe enough to confirm an attempt to murder the child.
    "The girl had an incised wound on her neck showing that someone tried to slit her throat with a sharp object," Mishra said.
    "It was a very deep wound, her wind pipe was just saved, we could see the windpipe and deep structure inside.
    "The neck muscle was also damaged. There were four to five incisions.
    "I had to take out a segment of skin to repair the damage. It was a long and tedious process.
    "Fortunately she has survived and I think that after the sexual assault, there was also an attempt to murder the child."
    Last December, public outrage over the fatal gang rape of a woman in New Delhi forced the government to pass a new, tougher law to punish sex crimes and hold police and hospital authorities more responsible.
    Brutal sex crimes are common in India, which has a population of 1.2 billion, and UNICEF says one in three rape victims in India are children.
    New Delhi alone has the highest number of sex crimes among major cities, with a rape reported on average every 18 hours, according to police figures. 



    Male Rape in the Hood


    Male rape appears to be a growing concern in the hood coast to coast. Several months ago a friend in Philadelphia called saying men were being gang raped on the street in the City of Brotherly Love. Apparently the love between brothers has turned to wrath. My friend said gangs of men were assaulting men and raping them at will.

    Of course this is a not too infrequent occurrence among the jail and prison population. Men are often raped by prison gangs and those men with the physical power to subdue the weaker brothers, or those not affiliated with a gang, or those in a rival gang. Apparently this ritual of violence has spilled over to the wider society.

    Yesterday, a young brother in downtown Oakland told of male rape cases he was familiar with. He swore if he was raped the rapist would be a homicide victim. He said the rapists were difficult to recognize since they did not look gay but often had the demeanor of brothers on the down low or men who look straight but prefer the booty call of other men. The young man said his father called such men booty bandits!

    But we are aware there is a significant degree of male rape in the workforce and in the US military, along with female rate estimated at 30% for women in the military. This matter reminds us of the Biblical story of Sodom and Gomorrah, wherein the men came to Lot's house and demanded the angels inside. Lot offered his daughters but they insisted the prophet give up "the angels." They had no desire for his daughters. Shortly thereafter the town was destroyed by earthquake apparently for its iniquities.

    We know rape is pandemic these days, most especially in war torn African nations such as the Congo, but also in the newly liberated South Africa where women are raped almost at will.
    In the Congo women, girls, men and boys are victims of this act of violence.

    Rape has always been a facet of war, usually the victors rape the vanquished. Most often in war, the men are killed and the women seized as the spoils or booty. Of course rape is about power and domination rather than any sexual craving. The rape of men or women is thus a power play to totally humiliate and destroy the dignity and humanity of the victim.

    In the hood, male rape may also be tied to gang initiation, along with homicide. Not only can strangers fall victim to the initiate but he may be ordered to rape and/or kill his best friend to prove loyalty to the gang.

    Is it not possible the hip hop fad of sagging pants may be a contributing factor to male rape in the hood since men walking about with their behinds showing is inviting to those predators seeking the male booty?

    Rape seems a sign of the times, these days the world is not a pretty place but rather a war zone. Ray Charles called it the Danger Zone and said it was everywhere. I've said before, we must practice eternal vigilance, stay ever on the alert and aware of ones surroundings.
    --Marvin X
    4/10/11

    OCTOBER 30, 2009


    The recent rape of the young lady at Richmond High School reveals the urgency of my monograph The Mythology of Pussy. Yes, the title may be abhorrent and offensive to many, but the content is essential manhood and womanhood training that speaks directly to how youth can become socialized beyond the patriarchal mythology that is totally dysfunctional in the global village—a socialization that breeds animal and savage behavior in men and often women who are taught values of domination, ownership,violence, emotional and verbal abuse.

    Rape is the ultimate expression of the patriarchal or male dominated society wherein the female has no value other than as a sexual animal that must serve men at every turn, willingly or unwillingly. So how can we be shocked when we know this society was founded upon rape, kidnapping, murder—the total exploitation of human beings. America is the place where women had their bellies cut open and lynched along with men during our enslavement.

    Even as we speak, America is raping, torturing, murdering and exploiting poor people around the world, from Iraq to Afghanistan, India and Pakistan. She is endorsing such behavior throughout the Americas, in Mexico, Guatemala, and Columbia. All for the profit motive, for the glories of capitalism.

    Yet, little Johnny is supposed to behave peacefully in the hood—he is supposed to act civilized in spite of his poverty, ignorance and disease. His ghetto life is the culture of violence—and it is merely a reflection of the larger society of violence—violence in the news, movies, books, sports, and yes, sex. America cannot tell little Johnny not to rape when she goes around the world raping!

    But we cannot only blame America because such animal behavior is worldwide—even as I write, women, men and children are being raped in the Congo, Sudan and South Africa.
    They were raped in the Balkans, Iraq and all wars throughout history. Women are called “the spoils of war” or “booty.” Every soldier knows women are the prize they get for killing “the enemy.”

    The youth in Richmond were acting out the same behavior we did as teenagers when I grew up in Fresno. As teenagers, my friends used to gang rape every Sunday at the show—every Sunday girls were taken behind the movie screen while we sat eating popcorn and watched the white man kill Indians—and in our ignorance, some of us cheered the slaughter of the Native Americans, even while many of us had Native American blood in our veins. And if the girls were not gang raped behind the screen, they were raped on the train yard as we crossed the tracks going home to the projects. We called gang rape “pulling a train” on the girl. The boys lined up to wait their turn—just as in the Richmond case, nobody said stop, this is wrong, this is criminal, this is somebody’s sister. This was our culture, thus normal behavior. If you didn’t engage in this behavior you were considered a “punk.”

    Gang rape was thus part of expressing manhood—it was the only mythology we knew. Violence was not only toward women, but toward other men as well. We went to the show to fight Mexicans because few whites came to our theatre—we wanted to fight the whites but the Mexicans were a reasonable facsimile. We went to the dance and concerts to fight Mexicans and brothers from “the country,” since we considered ourselves “city nigguhs.” Yes, we were city nigguhs who picked cotton, cut grapes and pitched watermelons almost as much as the so-called country nigguhs.

    Violence against woman and men will not end until we deconstruct the mythology of the patriarchal or male dominated culture globally—rape is happening worldwide—it is an epidemic in South Africa. Even before the Richmond incident, a brother told me how the young women are raped in hotel rooms downtown Oakland. He pointed out to me the girls walking pass my outdoor classroom at 14th and Broadway—he said all of them have been given drugs in drinks and then raped.

    As long as the mythology of world culture (including the religions of Judaism, Christianity, Islam, African traditional religion, Buddhism, Hinduism, et al) promotes the domination of women, rape shall the ultimate expression. As long as men are taught women are chattel or personal property, rape will persist, along with domestic and partner violence, verbal and emotional violence.

    We must understand rape has nothing to do with sex—rape is an act of violence! It is an expression of power, control, authority, domination. Religion perpetuates such violence by promoting male authority and ownership. The religious community must be prepared to make radical and revolutionary changes in its theology, mythology and ritual. It must rid its theology of women as chattel or personal property of men. We are descendants of slaves, yet our relationships are the embodiment of slavery with the resulting partner violence, verbal and emotional abuse.

    The sad truth is that the religious community or leadership cannot advocate changing traditional values because to do so would decrease the power of leadership, a leadership that is often guilty of the same said violence, rape, domination and exploitation of females—and often males!

    The only solution is radical and revolutionary manhood and womanhood rites of passage, wherein young men and women evolve to see themselves as spiritual beings in human form. I will end with a quote from a poem by Phavia Kujichagulia, “If you think I am just a physical thing, wait til you see the spiritual power I bring.”

    I encourage the reader to obtain a copy of my Mythology of Pussy: A Manual for Manhood and Womanhood Rites of Passage. Go to www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com.
    I just returned from a national tour promoting this monograph—I dropped seeds in Texas,
    Louisiana, Mississippi, Washington DC, Philadelphia, Newark, NJ, and Harlem, NY. It is indeed sad to return home to the Bay Area and learn of the incident in Richmond. We must stand up from animal to divine—from bestiality to spirituality—there is no other way! –Marvin X

    Rape and the Egyptian Revolution


    “Sometimes,” said Adel Abdel Maqsoud Afifi, a police general, lawmaker and ultraconservative Islamist, “a girl contributes 100 percent to her own raping when she puts herself in these conditions.”
    The increase in sexual assaults over the last two years has set off a new battle over who is to blame, and the debate has become a stark and painful illustration of the convulsions racking Egypt as it tries to reinvent itself.
    Under President Hosni Mubarak, the omnipresent police kept sexual assault out of the public squares and the public eye. But since Mr. Mubarak’s exit in 2011, the withdrawal of the security forces has allowed sexual assault to explode into the open, terrorizing Egyptian women.
    Women, though, have also taken advantage of another aspect of the breakdown in authority — by speaking out through the newly aggressive news media, defying social taboos to demand attention for a problem the old government often denied. At the same time, some Islamist elected officials have used their new positions to vent some of the most patriarchal impulses in Egypt’s traditional culture and a deep hostility to women’s participation in politics.
    The female victims, these officials declared, had invited the attacks by participating in public protests. “How do they ask the Ministry of Interior to protect a woman when she stands among men?” Reda Saleh Al al-Hefnawi, a lawmaker from the Muslim Brotherhood’s political party, asked at a parliamentary meeting on the issue.
    The revolution initially promised to reopen public space to women. Men and women demonstrated together in Tahrir Square peacefully during the heady 18 days and nights that led to the ouster of Mr. Mubarak. But within minutes of his departure the threat re-emerged in a group attack on the CBS News correspondent Lara Logan. There are no official statistics on women attacked — partly because few women report offenses — but all acknowledge that the attacks have grown bolder and more violent.
    By the second anniversary of the revolution, on Jan. 25, the symbolic core of the revolution — Tahrir Square — had become a no-go zone for women, especially after dark.
    During a demonstration that day against the new Islamist-led government, an extraordinary wave of sexual assaults — at least 18 confirmed by human rights groups, and more, according to Egypt’s semiofficial National Council of Women — shocked the country, drawing public attention from President Mohamed Morsi and Western diplomats.
    Hania Moheeb, 42, a journalist, was one of the first victims to speak out about her experience that day. In a television interview, she recounted how a group of men had surrounded her, stripped off her clothes and violated her for three quarters of an hour. The men all shouted that they were trying to rescue her, Ms. Moheeb recalled, and by the time an ambulance arrived she could no longer differentiate her assailants from defenders.
    To alleviate the social stigma usually attached to sexual assault victims in Egypt’s conservative culture, her husband, Dr. Sherif Al Kerdani, appeared alongside her.
    “My wife did nothing wrong,” Dr. Kerdani said.
    In the 18 confirmed attacks that day, six women were hospitalized, according to interviews conducted by human rights groups. One woman was stabbed in her genitals, and another required a hysterectomy.
    In the aftermath, victims of other sexual assaults around Tahrir Square over the last two years have come forward as well. “When I see Mohamed Mahmoud Street on television from home, my hand automatically grabs my pants,” Yasmine Al Baramawy said in a television interview, recalling her own attack last November.
    She and a friend were each surrounded by two separate rings of attackers, she said. Some claimed to be protecting her from others but joined in the attack. They used knives to cut most of the clothes off her body and then pinned her half-naked to the hood of a car. And they continued to torment her on a slow, hourlong drive to a nearby neighborhood, where, she said, residents finally interceded to rescue her.
    “They told people I had a bomb on my abdomen to stop anybody from rescuing me,” Ms. Baramawy said.
    The attacks have underscored the failure of the Morsi government, with its links to the Muslim Brotherhood’s political arm, to restore social order. The comments by the president’s Islamist allies blaming the women have proved embarrassing.
    Pakinam el-Sharkawy, the president’s political adviser and the highest-ranking woman in his administration, called such statements “completely unacceptable.”
    She attributed the attacks to the general breakdown in security but also to the refusal of the protesters to allow the police into the square since the revolt against Mr. Mubarak. “The protesters insist on keeping security out of the square, even to regulate traffic,” she said.
    On Sunday, the Morsi government convened a meeting of women to discuss plans for their advancement. So far, though, its most tangible measure to address the problem is draft legislation to criminalize sexual harassment.
    But women’s rights advocates say the bill would do nothing to protect women from social attitudes and scorn that assault victims face in hospitals and police stations — not to mention in the Parliament — if they try to bring legal complaints.
    Ms. Moheeb said in an interview that after she was attacked, nurses told her to keep silent in order to protect her reputation.
    With police protection negligible, some women are taking their security into their own hands. At a recent march to call attention to the sexual attacks, several women held knives above their heads. “Don’t worry about me,” said Abeer Haridi, 40, a lawyer. “I’m armed.”
    Members of the political elite, meanwhile, have appeared more concerned with blaming one another. The Muslim Brotherhood “plotted the sexual harassment in Tahrir Square” to intimidate the demonstrators, asserted Mohamed Abu Al Ghar, the president of the Egyptian Social Democratic Party.
    The Muslim Brotherhood said opposition leaders “ignored the brutal party of harassment and rape” in the square, according to a column on the Brotherhood Web site. The rapes are “a disgrace on their foreheads,” the column declared.
    Other Brotherhood lawmakers faulted protest organizers for failing to segregate the demonstrators by gender as the Islamists usually do.
    Some ultraconservative Islamists, now a political power alongside the Brotherhood, condemned the women for speaking out at all.
    “You see those women speaking like ogres, without shame, politeness, fear or even femininity,” declared a television preacher, Ahmed Abdullah, known as Sheik Abu Islam.
    Such a woman is “like a demon,” he said, wondering why anyone should sympathize with those “naked” women who “went there to get raped.”
    Ms. Moheeb called such remarks “scandalous” and accused Islamist lawmakers of being complicit.
    “When ordinary people say such things, ignorance might be an excuse,” Ms. Moheeb said, “but when somebody in the legislature makes such comments, they’re encouraging the assailants.”


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    Russell Maroon Shoatz, Jr. and Marvin X in Philly
    photo Nisa Ra


    From: Campaign to Free Russell Maroon Shoatz, freemaroonshoatz@gmail.com

    Action Alert - Russell Maroon Shoats: Call to
    demand his IMMEDIATE release from solitary confinement!




    Former Black Panther Russell Maroon Shoats has been held in torturous conditions of solitary confinement in Pennsylvania prisons for the past thirty years. He has not had a serious rule violation for more than two decades. Maroon's role as an educator, human rights defender, writer, and critical intellectual of liberation movements is widely renowned.

    From April 8 to May 10, 2013, the Campaign to Free Russell Maroon Shoatz is calling for an intense call-in and write-in campaign to bring pressure on the Pennsylvania Department of Corrections (PA DOC), to release Maroon from solitary confinement and into the general prison population. This is the first major phase of a coordinated political-legal campaign, beginning with Maroon's attorneys sending a "Demand Letter" to the PA DOC on the morning of April 8, 2013. The letter, outlining the legal and humanitarian reasons why an immediate release from solitary is needed, gives the PA DOC an opportunity to correct the grave injustices being carried out on a daily basis before litigation begins.

    April 8 - Begin flooding the office of PA Department of Corrections (DOC) Secretary John Wetzel with phone calls, letters, and faxes. Send a copy of that letter, or address a similar letter, to the office of SCI Mahanoy Superintendent John Kerestes.

    PA DOC Secretary John Wetzel           SCI Mahanoy Supt. John Kerestes
    1920 Technology Parkway                  301 Morea Road
    Mechanicsburg, PA, 17050                        Mahanoy, PA, 17932

    Phone number: 717-728-4109              Phone number: 570-773-2158
    Fax number: 717-728-4109                        Fax number: 570-783-2008


    If you have contact with media in your area, consider suggesting that they cover this story, including the April 8 - May 10 pressure campaign. Help publicize the campaign in schools, workplaces, churches, and communities nationwide.

    Talking Points

    o Russell Maroon Shoatz (if writing DOC, always put his prison number - AF-3855) has been in solitary confinement for almost 30 years despite the fact that his disciplinary record has been impeccable-without incident for the past 20 of those years.

    o Such "prolonged" solitary confinement is a violation of the United Nations Convention Against Torture, according to UN Special Rapporteur Juan Mendez. It starves the mind of basic social interaction, human contact, and intellectual stimulation needed for proper brain functioning.

    o       Other Pennsylvania prisoners with more extensive violent histories and more recent disciplinary infractions have nevertheless been released from solitary and are now held in general population.

    o      Maroon is being targeted because of his work as an educator and because of his political ideas; his time in solitary began just after he was elected president of an officially-sanctioned prison-based support group. This targeting is in violation of his basic human and constitutional rights.

    o    At age 69, Maroon poses no threat to the physical well-being or running of the Pennsylvania Department of Corrections. His 23-hour-a-day physical isolation in solitary is unnecessary and costly.

    o     We join the American Civil Liberties Union, Physicians for Human Rights, and a growing number of prominent world leaders in calling for an end to prolonged solitary confinement. Maroon's case is one of the most egregious, politically motivated, and long-standing of the nation's solitary cases.

    o Maroon has deep roots in Pennsylvania's Black community, many friends in peace, justice, and human rights organizations, and family members and supporters throughout the State, the USA, and the world. We understand the PA DOC Secretary's Office and the Warden of SCI Greene to be particularly and personally responsible for the torturous and lethal conditions of solitary under which Maroon is still kept.

    o       Maroon must be released from solitary confinement IMMEDIATELY!!!

    Who is Russell Maroon Shoatz?


    Russell Maroon Shoatz is a former leader of the Black Panthers and the Black freedom movement, born in Philadelphia in 1943 and originally imprisoned in January 1972 for actions relating to his political involvement. With an extraordinary thirty-plus years spent in solitary confinement-including the past twenty-three years continuously-Maroon's case is one of the most shocking examples of U.S. torture of political prisoners, and one of the most egregious examples of human rights violations regarding prison conditions anywhere in the world. His "Maroon" nickname is, in part, due to his continued resistance-which twice led him to escape confinement; it is also based on his continued clear analysis, including recent writings on ecology and matriarchy. THOUGH MARON WAS RECENTLY TRANSFERRED to a lower-security correctional facility in Central Pennsylvania, he IS STILL HELD in a SOLITARY CONFINEMENT UNIT. It will take a mass, grassroots movement to free this inspiring community activist.

    Part of the momentum for the campaign will come from a book tour taking place during this period, promoting the newly-published Maroon the Implacable: The collected writings of Russell Maroon Shoatz. But it is up to everyone concerned with human rights anywhere and everywhere to spread the word far and wide, to make these 30 days count-for an end to solitary confinement and an end to the torture of Russell Maroon Shoatz

    Campaign to Free Russell Maroon Shoatz, freemaroonshoatz@gmail.com,
    c/o WRL/Matt Meyer, 339 Lafayette Street, New York NY 10012; 412-654-9070
    www.freemaroon.org  #30Days2FreeMaroon #FreeMaroon





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