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A journal dedicated to truth, freedom of speech and radical spiritual consciousness. Our mission is the liberation of men and women from oppression, violence and abuse of any kind, interpersonal, political, religious, economic, psychosexual. We believe as Fidel Castro said, "The weapon of today is not guns but consciousness."

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    Left to right: New York actor Ganno Grills (he portrayed Marvin X in the Marvin X/Ed Bullins play Salaam, Huey, Salaam, produced by Woody King at the New Federal Theatre). Woody King also produced Amiri Baraka's classic The Toilet (See Marvin X's review entitled The Toilet: A Love Letter to Gay and Lesbian Youth). Mrs. Amina Baraka said she thought Marvin X was crazy until she read this essay.

    Marvin X and San Francisco Mayor Willie Brown. The Mayor invited Marvin X to bring his play, One Day in the Life,  to San Francisco after a production at Oakland's Uhuru House in East Oakland. The play became a recovery community classic and the longest running North American African drama in Northern California history.

     Othello and Desdemona, aka Marvin X and Oakland Mayor Libby Schaaf




     Marvin X interviewed by students at Berkeley B-Tech High School, Wednesday, September 20, 10:45AM

    Marvin X interviewed on Harambee Radio by Sista Q, Thursday, September 21,5PM PST, 8PM ESTy

    Marvin X interviewed by Terri Collins, KPOO Radio, San Francisco, Tuesday, September 26, 10PM
    Marvin X interviewed by Donald Lacy, KPOO Radio, San Francisco, Saturday, September 30, 11AM




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    Please order your Marvin X In the Light Tour 2017 T-shirt now. Proceeds benefit the Movement Newspaper. Price $25.00. For credit card orders, please call 510-200-4164. T-shirts will be available at Marvin X in Concert, Black Repertory Group Theatre, Saturday, September 30, 7:30PM, 3201 Adeline Street, Berkeley (One block south of the ASHBY BART Station). Donation $20.00.





    Poet, playwright, director, producer, actress, Dr. Ayodele Nzinga, will perform at the Marvin X Benefit Concert for The Movement Newspaper. Drummer Paul Tillman Smith said he will also join with "The Great X" at the Black Repertory Group Theatre, Saturday, September 30, 7:30PM, donation $20.00. For more information and/or reservations, please call 510-200-4164.


    Terrible Tom Bowden and his band will perform for Maestro Marvin X's benefit
    concert for the Movement Newspaper. Voice of the Black Arts Movement International.
    Terrible Tom and Marvin X are products of Oakland's Harlem of the West, the 7th Street Black Arts Movement Business District. Marvin X acknowledges Oakland Post Newspaper Publisher Paul Cobb as a West Oakland product and childhood friend. Paul Cobb supported the first issues of the Movement Newspaper. Thank you, Paul Cobb!

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    Marvin X after addressing the Moorish American community on the History of Islam in the Bay Area, based on his unpublished manuscript by the same name.





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    The Freedom Socialist Party is part of Communities Against Racism and Fascism. We encourage everyone to participate in the counterdemonstrations outlined below.

    Stand Up to Bigotry Next Week at UC Berkeley
     
    White supremacists are coming back to Berkeley on Sept. 24-27 and Communities Against Racism and Fascism (CARF) will be out protesting the bigots at their planned events.
     
    Spearheaded by Milo Yiannoupoulos, the week of white supremacy at Berkeley is an attempt by the far right to portray themselves as victims being denied "free speech." They hope to gain sympathy and recruit to their cause. CARF knows that it is our first amendment right to oppose neo-fascist speech by joining with others to outnumber the supremacists at their rallies and send them packing with large, disciplined counter-demonstrations. History has shown that this kind of response can stop fascist movements while they are small. 

    CARF is organizing an anti-fascist response and calling on all communities targeted by the fascists to come out. 
     
    Join CARF in the counter-demonstrations at the following times:
     
    Sunday, Sept. 24:   "Anti-feminism" day  
         Meet at Café Milano, 2522 Bancroft Way at 4:30pm sharp, then march to the
         steps of Sproul Plaza, UC Berkeley campus.

     
    Wednesday, Sept. 27:  "Anti-free speech" day.  
         Meet at Café Milano, 2522 Bancroft Way at 4:30pm sharp, then march to the
         steps of Sproul Plaza, UC Berkeley campus.

    All are welcome to help prepare for these actions as well:


    Saturday, Sept. 23:  Workparty to make banners and placards.  
         New Valencia Hall, 747 Polk St. (near Ellis St.), San Francisco,12:00-2:00 p.m.
     
    For more information, email CARFbayarea@gmail.com or visit the Facebook group ‘Communities Against Racism & Fascism’

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    Join us for Sunday Jazz
    with Vocalist 
    Dia Amari Adwin

    Sunday, September 24, 2017

    Join us for Sunday Jazz with Guest Vocalist Dia Amari Adwin

    Geoffrey's Inner Circle
    410 14th Street
    Downtown Oakland
    510-839-4644

    Cover $10.00
    Soul Food Dinner $10.00

    Showtime
    6pm-7pm
    7:30pm-8:30pm

    JAM SESSION
    Room for first 8 only
    9pm-10pm

    Please come out and support live jazz at the Sunday Concert & Jam Session. There will be many more talented guest vocalists and musicians to come.

    Access to elevator at 1409 Franklin (white curtains).
    Parking lot directly across from elevator entrance.

    Geoffrey's Inner Circle | 410 14th StreetOakland, CA 94607

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    Please order your Marvin X In the Light Tour 2017 T-shirt now. Proceeds benefit the Movement Newspaper. Price $25.00. For credit card orders, please call 510-200-4164. T-shirts will be available at Marvin X in Concert, Black Repertory Group Theatre, Saturday, September 30, 7:30PM, 3201 Adeline Street, Berkeley (One block south of the ASHBY BART Station). Donation $20.00.





    Poet, playwright, director, producer, actress, Dr. Ayodele Nzinga, will perform at the Marvin X Benefit Concert for The Movement Newspaper. Drummer Paul Tillman Smith said he will also join with "The Great X" at the Black Repertory Group Theatre, Saturday, September 30, 7:30PM, donation $20.00. For more information and/or reservations, please call 510-200-4164.


    Terrible Tom Bowden and his band will perform for Maestro Marvin X's benefit
    concert for the Movement Newspaper. Voice of the Black Arts Movement International.
    Terrible Tom and Marvin X are products of Oakland's Harlem of the West, the 7th Street Black Arts Movement Business District. Marvin X acknowledges Oakland Post Newspaper Publisher Paul Cobb as a West Oakland product and childhood friend. Paul Cobb supported the first issues of the Movement Newspaper. Thank you, Paul Cobb!

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    Marvin X after addressing the Moorish American community on the History of Islam in the Bay Area, based on his unpublished manuscript by the same name.





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     The very nature of capitalism includes the endless search for new lands and people to conquer, enslave and dominate. Inherent in the essential idea of a free market system is a by any means necessary take-over of land, resources and the almost free labor of subject peoples. Free market capitalism cannot exist without the essential component of free or almost free labor, thus capitalism was founded upon the acquisition of surplus capital from slave labor and its sister, wage slavery. The idea of workers acquiring a living wage  is anathema to the greedy capitalist swine, known as globalists in the present era. Thus the capitalists have constructed a cradle to the grave plan for workers. Workers are caught in a demonic system that ensnares every ounce of their mind, body and spirit, beginning with the myth-ritual of religiosity, no matter the religion, it is indeed an opiate of the people as the Communist teach. But religiosity is the Miller Lite potion of the opiate. The most toxic potion is the capitalist dance of death constructed by the petrochemical merchants in league with the pharmaceutical agents that include the drug companies who work in tandem with the mythical Dr.; Yacub's workers: doctors, nurses and undertakers (See the Myth of Yacub by Elijah Muhammad, Message to the Black Man).

    In short, it is the food grown in the toxicity of dyes, fertilizers, and insecticides that cause the life of workers to be ephemeral that is even more shortened by the new Yacubian GMO gene altering of agricultural products.

    Unless the masses of workers transcend their deaf, dumb and blind condition, they succumb to the overwhelming toxic environment of the myriad death dealing devices that ultimately destroy their spirit, heart (literally), body (literally) and soul. Only those who come into super consciousness can withstand the death blows of the machine constructed by the global capitalists to pimp them from the cradle to the grave.

    Yes, along with religiosity, the educational system is the primary mechanism that initiates their destruction. Often, even before religiosity and white supremacy education,v the capitalist birth control death plan eliminates many of the potential no longer needed slaves before they exit the womb, especially in America when it is better to abort potential resisters to capitalism and slavery of the new era, yes, before they acquire the linguists of resistance and notions of ancestral dignity that they must uphold on the pain of death. Abort them in the womb, although the colonial conservatives say let them grow to maturity so they can be induced to be the global military machine to suppress those who resist colonial domination. Their leaders must be co-opted, assassinated, imprisoned or exiled. If the leaders survive the above tactics of domination and somehow regain the leadership of their people, such leaders must agree to the Miller Lite agenda of neo-colonialism that Kwame Nkrumah told us was colonialism playing possum, i.e., Nelson Mandela upon his release from 27 years in prison to become President of South Africa, a land in which the former revolutionaries are billionaires while the masses yet suffer landlessness, homelessness, poverty, ignorance and disease.
    --continued
    --Marvin X/El Muhajir
    9/23/17










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  • 09/23/17--22:33: Congressional Black Caucus
  •       
    Are you ready for the 47th ALC?
    Here are three things you can do to prepare for the ALC!
    1.) Download The CBCF ALC '17 mobile app.

    The CBCF mobile app is the primary source for all of your conference news and information. Through this app, you can access the full conference schedule, browse conference panelists and speakers, download session handouts, connect with other attendees and more. Download the CBCF ALC '17 mobile app now. Available now in the Apple App Store and Google Play Store.
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    With a jam-packed week ahead, we know it can be difficult to keep track of all your "must attend" sessions and events. Stay on track by creating a customized schedule right in the mobile app. You can even sync event details with your Google or Outlook calendar. 
    3.) Join the conversation on social media! 
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    Make sure you share all of your exciting moments during the 47th Annual Legislative Conference using the hashtag #CBCFALC17. Tag @cbcfinc on Twitter in your posts so that we can like, re-tweet and engage with you!


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    Marvin X talks with the Moors on the history of Islam in the Bay Areax  - Oakland.mp3





    MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 2017


    Marvin X In the Light Tour speaks to Moorish Americans on the History of Islam in the Bay Area



    Marvin X extended his In the Light Tour to the Moorish American community today. He spoke to the Moors on the History of Islam in the Bay Area, recalling  a historic work he began several years ago His address was recorded with pics by The Movement Newspaper


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     Marvin X speaks on White Supremacy Drug War blowback: America's Opioid Addiction




    Common sense told us the drug war against black America would someday blow back on America, especially white America after the US government's delivery of Crack to the ghettos to finance the Contra war against the Sandinista  in Nicaragua. Journalist Gary Webb exposed the dirty deeds the US Government did when tons of Crack cocaine were made available to North American Africans to medicate their trauma from the lethal blows of white supremacy domination from a plethora of institutions that dehumanize our community at every turn, from economic deprivation, mis-education,
    political disenfranchisement, nutricide from dietary deficiencies, mass incarceration, marital and relationship dysfunction, bombardment of fake news and Hollywood racist movies that induce fear and dread.

    What goes around, comes around! As thou has done, so shall it be done to thee, the Bible tells us. Thus the current Opioid epidemic in America reveals even more plainly the discrimination in financing drug recovery that never occurred to a similar level during the Crack era. Who will deny that such financing is certainly due to the severe level of addiction in the white community, although this addiction does not discriminate. But why was not Crack addiction treated by the US government as an emergency? Yes, opioids, prescription and illegal, are devastating communities coast to coast. But didn't Crack do the same? Yet America's response was incarceration instead of mass recovery programs and massive government funds to finance them.

    Crack, as I delineated in my recovery drama One Day in the Life,  was worse than slavery for North American Africans. Men, women and children were paraded and traded on the auction block of the Crack house. Five dollar Crack ho's put prostitutes out of business. Men and women performed homosexual acts, sometimes in the presence of their husbands and wives, to obtain Crack. In my play, the preacher (based on Rev. Cecil Williams of San Francisco's Glide Church) says, "Crack was worse than slavery! Didn't the slave care about his God, his momma, his woman, his children? Not the Crack slave, he don't care about nothing! The Crack slave is a funky, nasty slave!

    And you got grandmothers and grandfathers on Crack. Somebody told me they know a great grandmother on Crack. She was leaving the old folks home, going into the streets to get that stuff the young folks was smoking. And grandpa wants the young girl, she wants the Crack, so grandpa ends up smoking the pipe to have fun with the young girl. Yeah, he bout to have a heart attack smoking the Crack pipe!"

    For sure, Opioid addiction reduces some of the very best human beings into beasts and devils of the worse kind. We learned in the Meth epidemic, there are no boyfriends and girlfriends, only fuck friends, since, like Crack, the drug induces heightened sexuality.

    We must ask why are people in such pain that they need medication? We came to the conclusion that White Supremacy is the root cause of America's pain and need for medication. Drugs are only a symptom of a deeper problem that is presently revealing itself in the Trump era, ignited, of course, during the Obama tenure in the White House. Thank God for Trump because he is bringing to the surface what has lingered in the deep structure of the American psyche. Thanks to Trump's mouth and tweeking addiction, he is calling forth all the demon spirits in Pandora's box. Thus, America has a chance to truly recover from its most severe addiction if she will only come out of denial, the first step in the recovery process. Well, let me say, the first step is to detox and then one can begin to recover. Once we rest from the stress, we can begin the process of untangling the conundrums that have bewildered and overwhelmed an entire nation of people for centuries, oppressor and oppressed alike, though Dr. Nathan Hare has informed us the oppressor and those who enjoy the privileges thereof, suffer White Supremacy Addiction Type I, we, the oppressed, suffer Addiction to White Supremacy Type II. Thus, the groups must seek recovery apart until such time as the addiction and residue has decreased to a functional level.

    As per the recovery from White Supremacy, we agree with the harm reduction model of recovery that is utilized with drug recovery programs. We reject the notion that one shall be doomed to be addicted to white supremacy for eternity, which is why we rejected this aspect of the AA and NA model of recovery. We know that one can recover to the degree that he does not do great harm to himself or others. As a college and university English teacher, I had to recover from my own addiction to white supremacy that expressed itself in hatred of white people. When I had classes full of white students who were deaf, dumb and blind, with no concept of truth, I could not hate them but only desire to help them out of their miserable condition. I did indeed help them and they let me know they loved me and appreciated me for exposing them to the truth or reality of life as opposed to perpetuating their world of white supremacy make believe.

    The drug addict is indeed a pitiful person, and most especially when addicted to the lethal dose of white supremacy mythology. So we want America to know the opioid addiction is a surface structure issue that demands attacking deep structure matters that yearn for solution, so this nation can truly be free once and for all times. Imagine, how wonderful America would be if and when she finally decides to truly recover from her 400 year addiction to white supremacy, if she would apologize, a key component in the recovery process; if she would made amends to all those she has harmed such as North American Africans, Native Americans, Latinos, Asians, poor whites and other whites she has made deaf, dumb and blind with the drug of white supremacy. Yes, the 1% must share the wealth with the 99%. Capitalist greed must be eliminated and adjudicated without further delay for the sake of the living, dead and yet unborn.

    Our children and grandchildren deserve a better world than this. Let us be about the business of creating that world for them. The children are innocent and have done nothing but come here, like the Dreamers, so let us make the world a place where dreamers can live to realize their dreams to the fullest. Drugs can only medicate the pain momentarily, ultimately we must face the reality of our lives and walk in the light that dispels all darkness!
    --Marvin X/El Muhajir (The Migrant)
    9/24/17










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    Love Poems by Marvin X

    Marvin X: America's Plato,Rumi, Hafiz, Saadi

      
    Ishmael Reed calls him "Plato teaching on the streets of Oakland." Bob Holman says,  "He is the USA's Rumi!--the wisdom of Saadi, the ecstasy of Hafiz." Rudolph Lewis says, "A master teacher in many fields of thought. One of America's great story tellers. I'd put him ahead of Mark Twain!" James G. Spady writes, "When you listen to Tupac Shakur, E-40, Too Short, Master P or any other rappers out of the Bay Area of Cali, think of Marvin X. He laid the foundation and gave us the language to express black male urban experiences in a lyrical way."

     

    The Rapture or I will go into the city 

    (from the play In the Name of Love, Laney College Theatre, 1981, written, produced and directed by Marvin X, with the assistance of Ayodele Nzinga.




    I will go into the city
    I will find work
    I will find work
    I will remember you country woman
    I will not forget you
    your laugh arguments
    to learn
    it is your way
    let it be
    how can I forget your lips
    enchanting smile
    I will not forget
    we walked in the rain
    it was free and we were free
    we agreed
    best of life is free

    I will go into the city
    I will find work
    but you will be with me country woman
    when those city women come to devour me
    with sweet perfume
    you will be there
    you spirit will protect me

    I will never forget
    how we sipped $1.00 Margaritas
    in the Mexican Cafe in Chinatown

    our ride to the lake
    picnic on the hill
    ranger spotted us in his binoculars
    we did not care
    we were filled
    with the Holy Spirit of Love

    how can I forget
    hours in bed
    children of the love spirit
    one moment
    man and woman one
    discovered missing self
    eternal self
    self of love
    self of joy
    self of happiness realized

    I will go into the city
    I will find work
    I will not forget you country woman

    I will return to claim you
    in the name of Love
    I will claim you
    because you woman
    I will claim you
    you are feeling spirit intelligence
    I will claim you
    you have given yourself to me
    so totally
    I will claim you
    in the name of Allah
    I will claim you
    for the Glory of Allah
    I will claim you.
    --Marvin X
    from Selected Poems by Marvin X, 1979.

    For the Women by Marvin X

    http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3JtFZfJBI8U/VNl4HHwPNeI/AAAAAAAANF8/vVkwxwoZz44/s1600/FullSizeRender(1).jpgWomen Writers Panel at Black Arts Movement 50th Anniversary Celebration, Laney College, Oakland, Feb. 7, 2015. L to R: Elaine Brown, Halifu Osumare, Judy Juanita, Portia Anderson, Kujichagulia, Aries Jordan. Standing: Marvin X, BAM producer
    photo South Park Kenny Johnson

                                              For the Women




    For the women who bear children
    and nurture them with truth
    for the women who cook and clean
    behind thankless men


     
    for the women who love so hard so true so pure
    for the women with faith in God and men
    for the women alone with beer and rum
    for the women searching for a man at the club, college, church, party
    for the women independent of men
    for the women searching their souls
    for the women who do drugs and freak
    for the women who love only women
    for the women who play and run and never show
    for the women who rise in revolt in hand with men
    who say never, never, never again
    for the women who suffer abuse and cry for justice
    for the women happy and free of maternal madness
    for the women who study and write


     
    for the women who sell their love to starving men
    for the women who love to make love and be loved by men
    for the women of Africa who work so hard
    for the women of America who suffer the master
    for the women who turn to God in prayer and patience


     
    for the women who are mothers of children and mothers of men
    for the women who suffer inflation, recession, abortion, rejection
    for the women who understand the rituals of men and women
    for the women who share
    for the women who are greedy
    for the women with power


     
    for the women with nothing
    for the women locked down
    for the women down town
    for the women who break horses
    for the women in the fields
    for the women who rob banks
    for the women who kill
    for the women of history
    for the women of now
    I salute you
    A Man.
    --Marvin X





     I Release You

    You said release you
    I chant I release you
    three times
    then you called
    emergency
    save your nephew
    boyz in the hood want his head
    gave him refuge in the mountains
    manhood training
    labor of love for you and him
    he is you and you are him
    my life is saving youth
    what is revolution except saving
    the next generation
    from getting caught riding dirty
    brothers marked for extinction
    no use for them
    except
    caged
    enslaved
    ignorant
    no thinkers wanted
    freedom fighters
    conscious poets and rappers
    I did my job
    can I get a little love
    hug a kiss
    no matter you have someone new
    We feed you for Allah’s pleasure only
    we desire neither reward nor thanks, Al Qur’an.
    marvin x
    4.3.07


    The Funny Thing is I Already Knew

    I see you coming toward me
    wind surrounds you
    swirling swirling
    a dance of dervishes in your stride
    wind blows you to me
    arms open wide
    enfold  greatness of your spirit
    I am here at your pleasure
    do with me as you wish
    no abuse please.
    I have no fear of this
    I know you already know this.

    Ah, the air is so fresh
    we must go to the ocean
    walk the shore
    barefoot in the sand as the tide comes in
    holding hands in the wind
    the dervish dance and swirl.
    --Marvin X
    4/9/11

    Wish I Could Fly Like a Hawk

     

    Wish I could fly like a hawk
    just soar above earth
    silent
    gliding smooth
    no noise
    silent
    observing all
    madness below
    rats scurrying
    snakes in the grass
    wish I could fly like a hawk
    sometimes in motion still
    wings frozen in flight
    yet moving
    wish I could be hawk
    above the madness of it all
    the meaningless chatter
    cell phone psychosis
    talking loud saying nothing
    why are you breathing
    jogging
    without meaning purpose
    no mission beyond nothingness
    absorbing air from the meaningful
    who subscribe to justice
    let me fly above the living dead
    let me soar
    let me dream
    imagine
    another time and place
    another space
    this cannot be the end game
    the hail marry
    let me soar above it all
    wings spread wide
    let me glide
    ah, the air is fresh up here
    did I make it to heaven
    did I escape hell
    come with me
    do not be afraid
    the night is young
    let us fly into the moon
    see the crescent
    so beautiful
    let us fly into the friendly sky
    wings spread wide
    we are strong and mighty
    the hawk.
    --Marvin X
    10/10/10

    Oh, Mighty Kora


    I Cannot Hide from Kora
    Oh, Mighty Kora
    you tear the heart apart
    soul from mind
    ten thousand years 
    seeps into a soul lost in time
    Oh, Kora
    time lost regained
    sounds set centuries ago
    no improvisation no jazz
    myth/ritual set for infinity
    voices heard
    message to the king
    from the king
    griot sings 
    king listens obeys sound of kora
    submit or die
    heart music cannot lie
    sound of nights on the River Senegal
    thousand warriors dance
    holy stomp of a thousand women
    breasts shaking in the sun
    take me home take me home Kora
    I am not bound for this wilderness
    dungeon of darkness
    how was I taken from my holy land
    cast into hell with devils of the worse kind
    naked devoid of my holy tongue
    my holy mind soul

    I speak the language of bastards
    men of ill repute
    pirates, kidnappers rapists
    these are not men the shell of human kind
    plunder for illusions
    no joy in their ritual
    no happiness  no peace
    I am weary  in a strange land
    O Kora, take me back to the Senegal and Niger
    Let me hear you in the day in the night
    of ancient times
    rhythms of ancestors
    let me be at peace
    this is not my world
    no matter how I try
    I am naked in the wind
    take me home, take me home kora
    let the whirlwind take me 
    to the womb of my Mother
    let me dwell in my Father's House.
    --Marvin X
    6/17/10

     
    A Poem for Unresolved Grief When thy lover has gone to eternity
    When touch is no more 

    no feel in the night in the day
    no smile walk
    sweetness of body
    kissing of lips breasts thighs
    When thy lover has gone
    A day we never imagine

    love blinds 
    the day came like a cloud of thunder rain
    down upon head
    drowning us in sorrow the worse kind
    We cannot walk 
    listen each day
    her voice message 
    til we are taken away
    want to hear for the last time
    voice of love
    For all the joy shared
    blending two into one
    thinking two into one
    When thy lover has gone
    We are worse than dead
    yet alive to suffer pain no one can know
    Who has never loved
    true love we say we want but never get
    we have lived what few ever know
    touch feel constant smile
    When thy lover has gone
    earth opens for the mate as well
    no tears enough
    No silent moments to get over matters 
    confined in the prison of life
    wish to leave for other worlds
    to see if we can meet again
    one so kind so true
    life keeps us here bound like slave to master
    we yearn for paradise
    life is love and love has gone
    desire is great pain a mountain
    We visit familiar places but are lost
    cannot find the way home
    We call a friend to pick us up
    take us home
    there we sit in stupor
    thinking of days joy ruled our world
    joy never to return.
    Lord help us through day night
    It hurts to breathe 
    think
    a picture of our lover
    We try night consumes us and we sleep
    tomorrow will be a better day.
    II
    To heal the missing part of you
    To feel again the love of yesterday
    To realize what is gone cannot return
    Flesh is frail
    Spirit lives
    In the day night
    challenge the task
    know we are spirit
    Of the Great Spirit
    We flow with the flow
    Not the flesh,
    body vessel
    Never put faith in flesh
    Enjoy the moment
    seconds of the day
    Romantic hours of night
    physical shall pass
    Then what shall we do
    confounded
    Perplexed
    depressed
    Stuck against the wall
    a frog on a lily pad
    Flow in the flow of the Great River
    Sail down the Nile Niger Congo
    Do not drown
    reality is transitory
    Except the metaphysical 
    macro cosmic truth inside of you
    Love continues into the ancestor tree
    Beyond pain sorrow lost
    Tears in the night
    Love can be found again
    If we try if we stand
    As Rumi taught
    reeds in the reed bed stand alone
    Yet all together
    The reed flute is a song of mourning
    A yearning to return
    Through the door of no return
    flute plays the song of joy
    A communal chant in the sun
    Sing
    world will bless you
    Praise you sing
    your song of sorrow is gone
    healing complete
    Live again and love
    Reach touch somebody
    Breathe out the pain
    Exhale the misery
    Love is in the air 
    It blows your way
    Listen to the wind
    Listen to the sound of your flute.
    --M
    12/22/07


    We're In Love, But You Don't Know Me You don't know me
    you had a chance to know me
    before we made love
    you had a chance to know my mind
    understand my fears
    learn about issues
    help me heal some things
    but you wanted to make love
    so you don't know me
    we made love
    but you don't know me
    don't have a clue
    think I'm a good d
    or some good tight p
    but you don't know me
    and never will now
    because you wanted to make love
    you wanted to get a nut
    we didn't even talk much
    a little bit leading up to sex
    I went along
    I was horny too
    but you don't know me
    and I don't know you
    now we never will
    we blew it forever
    because we made love
    too fast too quick too soon
    now you think you own me
    I can't breathe
    can't talk on the phone to friends
    because we made love
    because I gave you some d
    you gave me some p
    now I'm no longer human
    I'm your love slave you my slave
    we're in love
    but you don't know me
    we gonna get married
    but you don't know me
    we're gonna have children
    but you don't know me
    you're gonna beat my ass
    but you don't know me
    you're going to jail
    but you don't know me
    we're getting a divorce
    but you don't know me
    now we're friends
    "Just Friends" Charlie Parker tune
    But you don't know me
    and never will. 




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     Marvin X, The Master Hustler, i.e., entrepreneur 

    "I made $400.00 a day selling the Homeless newspaper. I can sell toilet paper and come up! The lowest hustler in Harlem will sell toothpicks and come up! All the hustler needs is a product and any product will do. During the Crack era, hustlers sold a book of matches for $5.00, a box of matches for $50.00, especially during tweekers hours, i.e., 3AM in the morning. 

    At the 1984 Democratic Party Convention in San Francisco, Marvin X made $2,000.00 per day at the four day event selling buttons.The San Francisco Chronicle labeled him the Button King. He also sold buttons at the Republican Party convention in Dallas, Texas. Observing him selling at the front gate of the convention, a Republican told him, "If you make two more dollars, you'll be a Republican!" A Dallas police officer asked him where he was from?" He replied, "I'm from here!" The officer said, "Naw ya ain't, ya ain't from here!" Marvin retorted, "Why you say that officer?" The officer said, "Cause ya smart!"
    Marvin X, Opal Palmer Adisa and Ishmael Reed. On this occasion, Marvin X received the Lifetime Achievement Award from PEN Oakland, a literary society.
    photo Wanda Sabir

    Ishmael Reed says, "If you want to learn about motivation and inspiration, don't spend all that money going to workshops and seminars, just go stand at 14th and Broadway, downtown Oakland, and watch Marvin X at work. He's Plato teaching on the streets of Oakland!"

    Marvin X is also a Master teacher, well loved by students, such as these University of California, Merced students in Professor Kim McMillan's theatre class where he frequently guest lectures. He's taught at UC Berkeley, UC San Diego, Fresno State University, San Francisco State University, University of Nevada, Reno, Mills College, Laney and Merritt Colleges, and elsewhere. He lectures coast to coast, e.g., University of Chicago, University of Houston, Texas, Texas Southern University,
    Morehouse, Spelman colleges in Atlanta, Ga., Howard University, Washington, DC., Temple U and University of Penn, Philadelphia, New York University, NYC., Medgar Evers College, Brooklyn, NY., University of Mass, Boston, etc.




    Pimpin'
    by Marvin X

    I am not a pimp. I am a hustler, sometimes a trick. A hustler waits for no one to bring his money, he gets his own. It is beneath his dignity to wait or depend on a woman or anyone to get his hustle going. All he needs is product, almost anything will do, even a roll of toilet paper he can hustle. But the pimp's thing is women, he considers himself their manager and they consider him the same, usually by mutual agreement, often by torture, kidnapping and exploitation, including mind control, deprivation of sleep, food and isolation.

    Having never been a pimp, I cannot speak with total authority, although I have been around pimps off and on my entire life, from growing up on 7th Street in Oakland to hanging with pimps in New York. My brother's claim to fame is pimping. He never desired anything else in life but pimping, as a result his life has been pimping and prison, nothing else. I have been deprived of his brotherly love because of his pimping and prison life.

    Many of my friends were pimps, including some of my Muslim brothers who said they made their ho's make salat or prayer before they went out on the stroll. I was around Muslim pimps on the east coast who had their women selling bean pies and whoring to buy Crack.

    More recently I had the pleasure of meeting several pimps-in-recovery at my theatre in San Francisco's Tenderloin district when we produced the Black Radical Book Fair in 2004. The pimps included Fillmore Slim, Gansta Brown, Jimmy Starr and Rosebud Bitterdose. They claim to have given up pimpin and have indeed written books and films on the gospel of the game.

    In the case of Fillmore Slim, he is still greatly respected as the godfather of pimpin, especially on the West coast. He hooked up with me to see if I could help him get the message to young people that pimpin ain't easy and there's a price to be in the game. If you willing to pay the price, then go for it, but just know you are going to pay. Fillmore paid with several prison terms.

    He says these young brothers call themselves pimpin but ain't hardly pimpin, ain't doing nothing but messin up the game. Don't have no style, no class. If you saw the BET awards last night, Prince was the only artist with class, the others looked like bums and derelicts, especially the hip hop brothers. As Fillmore said about young pimps, they don't know how to dress. And he said they most certainly don't know how to treat a lady. They want to beat women. He said they don't understand if they don't beat her, she might come back. They want to kill another nigguh if she runs off with him. This ain't part of the game. Don't be killing people, he said, like you own the woman. You don't own nobody. When she choose you, she with you, when she choose somebody else, let her go. Fillmore said these young nigguhs act like they in love. And keep a night job, he says, because pimpin ain't easy.

    Young brothers so close up on the ho a trick can't get to her. And the nigguh look more like a woman than the woman. You don't know who to turn a date with, the pimp or the ho. He got earrings in both ears, blond hair and pants hangin off his behind, living at his mama's house, pimpin on a bicycle. Nigguh please.

     
    Pimp like Bush. Get you a real ho like Condi Rice that can ho all over the world, that can serve presidents, prime ministers, generals.The white man is the world's greatest pimp: he pimpin you and yo woman, but you don't have a clue. On BET last night he pimped some of our greatest artists, had them parading as nothing but naked whores.

    Nigguh pimps got babies on the street, eleven, twelve and thirteen. What they know about ho'in? They don't know how to put a rubber on a nigguh, let alone give head. They need to be in school. Get their GED. And the pimp needs to go with them to get his. Imagine the social consequences of over a million children dropping out of school each year, over 50% of them. Society, including the school, the religious community and the politicians are responsible for children choosing the pimp life, especially when our nation needs scientists and engineers if we are to have a future beyond pimpin and whoring.
    posted 29 June 2006

     

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    Live from Planet Woke
    On a morning that was remarkable in no other way, the famous sports star stared into the bathroom mirror, at his own face, and the huge problem hovering above it.
    A kinky revolution had sprouted atop his head as he’d slept. A tiny 2 inch afro now stood triumphantly after toppling his closed cropped Caesar like a corrupt regime.
    After breaking two sets of clippers and chipping his favorite sheers trying to rid himself of the stubborn scruff he headed down to breakfast, where he lamented to his wife while devouring an egg white omelette.

    The news was on. A young woman had been shot by police the night before and there were protests happening all over the country. The famous sports star ignored the journalist’s voice like he always did, but had to call his wife’s name loudly to draw her attention away from the big screen.
    He complained about the new edition to his profile and worried that it would be taken the wrong way. Like some kind of political statement or act of defiance.
    Indeed this new face, with it’s black power coils, did resemble the pictures of the old activists and rabble rousers he’d seen in the books his wife was always reading. Books with titles that promised of uprisings and critical examinations of things that the famous sports star had either taken for granted or never fully understood.

    His wife listened to his concerns, clutching a large mug of tea to her chest and nodding with the attentiveness of a compassionate lover.

    She told him that he was overreacting. That it was probably just temporary. And besides, “if some people were rattled by a little something like this,” she said “then those people needed to have their coat tails pulled to the real ways of the world that they were living in.”
    The famous sports star trusted his wife and knew that she had a much better grasp on these things. So with a heavy sigh, he pulled his jersey over his head with a bit more difficulty than usual, and headed out to practice, where he avoided questions about his new hairstyle and led the team through their morning routine.

    But by the end of the month his mini fro had blown out into a perfect 12 inch sphere and a short beard and goatee had sprouted up to match. He’d begun to resemble some of the men on his father’s side, with their dark oak skin and drawls that stretched clear back to Mississippi. The ones that the god fearing Catholics on his mother’s side didn’t like very much.

    And despite the fact that he’d made a point to stay away from the bruising debates on race and sex and oppression that had been igniting all over the country, his new ‘do was taking a political stance for him.

    He noticed the new attention whenever he wore a hoodie, stood in elevators with white women or made late night grocery store runs. Not famous sports star attention. But something else entirely.
    Once his fro reached two feet in length, certain friends said that they were shocked and slightly dismayed that he’d decided to play the race card. They’d never seen that side of him before.
    “We didn’t think you were one of those people” they’d said, shaking their heads and scowling like they’d somehow been betrayed.

    At the three feet milestone, photos of the star and his new hairstyle were leaked to the media. Sports commentators and pundits denounced his actions and questioned his allegiances. They fumed. Sport was no place to insert one’s personal political opinions.

    By the time his afro topped six feet in circumference, the town where he’d grown up-which happened to have more churches per capita than any city in the United States-was torn in two.
    At the local pizza parlor where he used to work-someone painted a Hitler moustache on his portrait, right before someone else covered it in kisses.

    One restaurant named a hot dog in his honor on the same day that a lynch mob hung a mannequin with an afro from the Oak tree in front of his mother’s house.
    By the time the season rolled around the sport star’s afro was the size of the state of Virginia and there was no way that he could play in his current condition.
    Which suited him just fine. At his wife’s encouragement he’d began reading the books that she kept in stacks around the house. And the more he read, the more that the protests erupting across the country started to resonate.
    He’d taken to spending the majority of his time with his books and his thoughts and his wife and the growing movement of people who’d begun to gather around him-drawn by the news reports and social media feeds and the buzz that something new was coming.
    It was like his hair had it’s own gravitational pull as people from all over the world were drawn to the man with the planet sized afro.Together, under the shade of his curly hair, they’d discuss politics and philosophy and revolution, mapping out a new world that the famous former sports star now knew that he played a part in creating.
    The afro ballooned until soon it eclipsed all of the west coast and some of the more adventurous had began to climb to it’s peak, scaling the sides to hike across its wide expanse. Desperate to see the world from a new vantage.
    Over time they discovered that the kinky curls were an excellent medium for growing crops. A little digging revealed a network of underground freshwater streams. Carpenters sheared off long planks of the dense tresses to build libraries and schools and more and more like minded people began to join.
    The famous former sports star’s wife was elected to oversee the development. Villages began popping up on the hairy horizon, with small houses and customs and names that reflected the values this group of idealists were working towards.
    At a press conference, when he was asked about the developing community and what he was hoping to accomplish, the famous former sports star said that he was just doing his part to create the world that we all wanted to see.
    “We’re just trying to be our best selves” he said, staring directly into the cameras and the flashing bulbs.
    “We believe that it’s time to build a world where that can happen.”
    And high above them all the sound of hammers and working drifted down to the press conference. The sounds of children and singing soon followed, as the promise of something better floated just above them all, between the ground and the sky. A new world: huge and living and clearly visible to anyone with the courage to just look up.
    This short story previously appeared in the Afrofuturism issue of Chicago Literati

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    Although Dr. Harry Edwards supposedly pioneered the sociology of sports, Dr. Nathan Hare wrote his PhD at the University of Chicago on Sports, and he was a professional boxer himself. But Dr. Hare was so radical he was kicked out of a Negro college, Howard University, where he lectured on sociology and taught Black Power radical Stokely Carmichael, aka Kwame Toure'; he was partly ousted from Howard for bringing Muhammad Ali to campus after he had refused to fight in Vietnam, after all, Ali said, "The Vietcong never called me a Nigger!" Later, Dr. Nathan Hare, after Howard also found his boxing career unacceptable for one of their academics, landed at San Francisco State College/now University to become the first chair of Black and Ethnic Studies at a major American university, igniting the longest student strike in American academic history.

    Today as we replay the political history of athletes such as Muhammad Ali, Tommy Smith and John Carlos, reincarnated in the persona of Colin and now a host of other brothers who have suddenly awakened to the reality of life in racist, white supremacist America, despite their status as muli-million dollar running dogs for professional athletics, we are not shocked at the response of white America, led by the president who has further inflamed the torch of racism by calling the mostly Black athletes sons of bitches. Oh, shit, that white nationalist motherfucker Trump truly crossed the line of propriety by playing the dozens. Now you know Homey don't play dat, not with sacred holy Mother (Of God).

    For sure, the politics of American sports has reached a level never seen before, even when Muhammad Ali refused to serve as a running dog for American imperialism or when John and Tommy gave the Black Power salute to protest American racism at the Olympics in Mexico City.

    It is indeed wonderful to see the Black athletes unite with the suffering masses of North American Africans. These brothers (and surely their are sister athletes as well) have put their careers on the line for social justice, in the identical manner of Ali, Tommy and John. We salute them and welcome them home.
    --Marvin X
    9/29/17


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    Left to right: Tacuma King, Marvin X, Val Serrant and David Murray, The Black Arts Movement Poets Choir and Arkestra under the direction of Maestro Marvin X, performing at the Malcolm X Jazz/Art Festival, Oakland CA 2015
    Adam Turner photo

    He normal white man
    no muslim christian neo nazi kkk
    normal white man
    no right wing/left wing politico
    accountant loved gambling
    father bank robber
    but he normal
    daddy away in prison
    normal
    no criminal gene
    normal no ex-marine special forces gone mad
    normal
    send cookies to his mama
    normal
    decent quiet polite drank beer in bar
    normal
    liked sitting outside by garage door
    to beat the heat wretched heat of Nevada
    what we do here stays here Nevada
    legal gambling prostitution
    marijuana
    did he snap
    no history of mental illness
    normal
    peaceful
    would not kill fly nomal
    60 people dead
    500 injured
    normal
    sane
    lived good life
    no politics in profile
    normal guy
    white normal
    Dr. Hare say what's normal in abnormal world?
    but he normal fake news say
    twenty guns in hotel suite
    twenty guns at home normal
    bomb making materials in home normal
    Was he ISIS Manchurian Candidate
    he normal
    just imagined wild things
    like normal boys
    in America.
    --Marvin X
    10/2/17

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