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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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    The gate of Marvin X's writing retreat in Cherokee CA, that suffered fire destruction in the Camp Fire that totally destroyed the nearby town of Paradise CA.
    photo Adam Turner



    Most progressives understand monopoly capitalism and its highest stage imperialism now called globalism. Kwame Nkrumah hipped us to Imperialism: the final stage of capitalism. But let us also deconstruct the contradictions in monopoly socialism, a left wing ideology that ultimately leaves many oppressed peoples on the bottom of the economic and political ladder. In monopoly socialism there is opportunism, classism, racism, ageism and white and/or caste based on color domination parading often under the guise of multi-multiculturalism, but always with North American Black Africans on the lowest rung of the multi-cultural ladder. In many cases if not most, the mulattoes in power will decry and deny mulatto power, will even deny they are mulattoes even though they enjoy all the privileges of mulattoism, a classical syndrome in Pan Africa, from the Motherland, Caribbean and USA. Do you know the Brown Bag Test? Even at Oakland's Merritt College that gave birth to  Bay Area African consciousness through the African American Association under the leadership of Attorney Donald Warden, aka Khalid Abdullah Al Mansour: black panther party, black arts movement and black studies, and Kwanza, alas, Maulana Karenga was the Los Angeles representative of Oakland's Afro American Association.

    As per monopoly socialism, a monopoly socialist feigned shock when I identified him as a monopoly socialist today at my Academy of da Corner Lakeshore, Oakland. He'd never heard the term before.
    The term has wandered about in the deep structure of my mind for some time. Furthermore, I have experienced the trauma of monopoly socialism in the arts. As per monopoly socialist artists attempting to dominate the capitalist grant process for non-profit organizations, the competition is lethal. Even after over a half century of labor as a cultural worker in the black arts movement, even after a close reading of Mao's classic Talks on Art and Literature at Yenun Forum, one can be deceived by artistic opportunism and elitism. Ancestor Amiri Baraka warned artists not to submit to the toxin of elitism. The bourgeoisie will attempt to satisfy starving artists with kibbles and bits. And artists suffering the toxin of elitism and opportunism will succumb to the world of make believe and conspicuous consumption.

    In summary,  North American Africans must guard against being deceived by all forces in the universe, most especially, the evil within himself/herself, for what is the greatest Jihad or Holy War? Answer: To win one's own soul!

    One must individually and collectively maintain focus on the North American African Agenda, not the multi-cultural mirage, leading to nothingness and dread. Yes, we must cultivate our own vine and tree! Look at the heavenly gardens Rasta Man/Woman have created. Look at the fruit thereof, look at the children who honor ancestors, elders, parents, children and the yet unborn.

    We shall not be subjected to monopoly capitalists or socialists. We are revolutionary black African nationalists. Have no mistake about this. We are in the spirit of Marcus Garvey and the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. And we love Malcolm X. Have no mistake about this. We understand revolution is not a pretty thang. Revolution is violent, contrary to our beloved brother Malcolm X, even the socalled Negro revolution was/is violent!
    --Marvin X
    12/28/18


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    Three book trees felled
    By Herb Boyd
    Special to the AmNews
    Harlem NY

         With the calendar about to flip and a new year is dawning, it was time for some house cleaning, time to clear a veritable forest of book trees making the path to the computer all the more challenging.  During a recent trip to Detroit I dropped by the Charles Wright Museum of African American History to chat with my friend Charles Ferrell, who produces some of the most enlightening political and cultural programs in the nation.
         On tap that afternoon was the poet and activist Marvin X and he gifted me with his latest book Notes of an Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X (Black Bird Press, 2019). After his opening remarks in which he let the audience know that he was well aware of Detroit’s prominence in the Black liberation struggle, ticking off names such Elijah Muhammad, Malcolm X, the Bogges, General Baker, and Imari Obadele, he read one of his favorite pieces.  It was compelling but my preference from a long list of essays was his review of the Black Panther film that still had traction.
         “While the film is a political disaster by projecting African royalty with its tainted past and/or present, those enamored of African culture will enjoy a boost of cultural consciousness,” he observed. “We Africans are a beautiful people, a cultured people, a people of genius in science and technology.  If Black Panther replaces sagging pants with dashikis, surely, the film must be applauded.
         “If it forces women to throw off their wigs as the woman did in the film,” Marvin continued, “it must be applauded.  The music, the chants, the communal dancing, the most colorful costumes and traditional ritual face makeup, should help Africanize a starving population of North American Africans.  The technology seemed excessive although we need to see African people utilizing science, technology, artificial intelligence, time travel.”
         This kind of balance pertains in the book, though the bulk of his analysis leans perceptibly to keeping the Black Arts Movement alive, and that makes sense for someone who was/is a vital component of its maintenance.
         Later that evening in Detroit my lifelong comrade Ron Lockett took me to Trinosophes, a club near downtown where pianist Rod Williams was fronting an ensemble. Seated near me was Carole and Bill Harris, and like Marvin, I was given Bill’s latest book I Got to Keep Moving (Wayne State University Press, 2018). It’s a collection of 25 short stories that are necklaced in a fashion resembling Jean Toomer’s Cane, and they resonate with the same passionate urgency and cultural integrity. Reading the first story reminded me of Marvin X’s description of coming of age in Fresno, California. The people very much resemble the inhabitants of Harris’s mythical and at times mystical homelands in Alabama. 
         The folk element is redolent as Harris introduces a number of residents who are reluctant to recount the atrocities of their past or they have deliberately put them into the deepest recesses of memory. But Harris is not silent; he speaks for them with that same poetic voice that is often so commanding in his plays. “It was in our ways of doing, in front of them.” he says of the collective survival of the folks against the forces of denial and racism, “our walking, our wearing, our working that sprouted from the seeds of our need to air our common yearnings and have them recognized  and welcomingly accepted and understood as useful—whether any or all of those things were through strength or by being sullen, daring, surly, dragging; or through shared wisdom or charms; it gave us confidence in ourselves and became storied examples in our ability to have an inside self, and therefore a belief in our spirit to continue.”
         Some of the Blacks in this realistically drawn Alabama landscape are so tough that “even the mules are jealous.” Harris has evoked a time and experience that many migrants from the territory, many who ventured from the menace of the Klan and white oppression will remember and amen.
         Harris’s tales were still whispering to me when I returned to Harlem and there waiting for me was Dorothy Butler Gilliam’s Trailblazer—A Pioneering Journalist’s Fight to Make the Media Look More Like America, (Center Street, 2019).  Suddenly, much of what Harris imagined, Gilliam had lived, coming of age in the segregated South and later as a reporter covering some of the most eventful moments during the civil rights era.
         Oddly enough, it was Gilliam’s trip to Africa in the summer of 1961 that proved pivotal in her becoming a trailblazer at the Washington Post. “The trip had given me a chance to show the editors that I could write, and think broadly,” she recalled. “I had no experience writing under daily deadline pressure, and this was a real daily newspaper. The editors at the Post were taking a gamble on me.  I had to prove I was up to the challenge. I had no idea how difficult or fulfilling that would be, or that I would spend nearly my entire career there.”
         And what a productive and rewarding half century it was, though this should not diminish the years she spent writing for African American publications.  One of the most exciting and harrowing episodes occurred with her first real assignment at the Post to cover James Meredith breaking the color barrier at the University of Mississippi. Readers will be interested to know her feelings about the photographer Ernest Withers with whom she worked upon learning much later that he was a paid FBI informant.
         Gilliam, like Ida B. Wells, Evelyn Cunningham, Era Bell Thompson, and Ethel Payne, never shirked from duty or feared speaking truth to power.  Her memoir is a chronicle of the nation’s history from a reporter who was an eyewitness and whose stories are as riveting as her own adventurous life.
         Three of the book trees have fallen, but staring at me across the room, like a huge Redwood, a sequoia of information is Jeffrey Stewart’s enormous biography of Alain Locke.  That’s going to take a Paul Bunyan effort. 

    Now Available from Black Bird Press, Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X

    Poet/Essayist/Educator/Activist Marvin X after his lecture/discussion in Davey D's Hip Hop class at
    San Francisco State University, Marvin X's alma mater. He was a founding member of the Black Students Union.
    photo Davey D

    Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X 
    Now Available
    Order your copy from
    Black Bird Press
    requested donation
    $29.95
    call 510-575-7148
    credit cards accepted

    Marvin X
    Poet, playwright, essayist, educator, activist
    speaking/reading
    University of Chicago, 2015
    photo Burrell Sunrise

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    Draft Prologue to Marvin X Dramatic Work:  1619-2019 Celebration of Resistance
    of Africans in the American Slave System













    Somewhere down the line
    fathers mothers went blind
    somewhere down the line
    kings queens lost crowns
    sent us through the door of no return
    we yearn we yearn
    Oh, Africa
    Motherland of forgotten dreams
    on ships we came
    to a land not totally new
    except the chains whips
    washing of brains
    rice cotton sugarcane
    can't see til can't see
    between cross lynching tree
    we listened to strange songs of liberty
    but not for we
    chained bound democracy
    yearning through centuries
    be free be free be free
    children lifted to sky
    New Year's Day auction
    bye bye children parents lovers
    bye bye
    Where is the God of the Sky
    Where is Mother Earth
    is this our birth for eternity
    wretchedness of labor in sun rain
    oh the pain
    dance the medication
    thousand year old songs tunes
    now called Blues
    Why you treat me so mean lover man
    why you treat me so mean master man
    why you jealous of me master woman
    cause me yellow uppity wench
    keep your man out my hut
    keep your man out my sweet stuff
    enough enough enough
    rain pain enough sun wind
    enough of you in me
    poison no love
    poison toxic
    rape lust rape my man too children
    what devil you
    who gave birth to such
    what mother's touch
    wasn't my mother's milk
    mother's milk was love
    take me to your mother's house
    \


    every African in American slave system
    resist resist resist
    uncle tom resist
    house niggga field nigga resist
    smash passivity servility
    smile resist grin resist
    shuffle resist
    dance resist
    teach children resist
    Harriet said what?
    "I could have freed more slaves
    if they had known they were slaves!"
    Let us fly to Maroon land
    Be free in the joy of sun moon
    Nat Turner help us stand
    Denmark Vesey help us stand
    Gabriel Prosser help us stand
    John Brown give us a hand
    resist we must resist

    We dream beyond memory
    back through the door of no return
    imagine we survived the Middle Passage
    Triangular trade
    survived capitalism and slavery
    Christianity and white supremacist democracy
    Is Jesus God of the KKK
    like Jesus we survived
    cross lynching tree
    survived Kunta to Toby
    survived pyramids to projects
    Askia Toure' say
    survived civil war for African bodies souls
    200,000 African warriors critical decisive in Civil War
    only for the betrayal of Reconstruction
    sham freedom
    mockery
    no acres no mules
    sharecropping fools
    yeah we free
    kkk free
    dred scott free
    black codes free
    lynching free
    Ida B. Wells free
    Booker T. free
    WEB free
    Garvey free
    Elijah Malcolm Martin free
    Queen Mother Moore free
    Clara Muhammad free
    Cora Scott free
    Fannie Lou free
    Rosa Parks free
    Why her house moved to Germany
    Would Jew send freedom house to Germany
    we resist resist resist
    Angela Davis Assata Shakur free
    Mumia Abu Jamal free
    Rochell McGee free
    3 million Constitutional slaves must be free
    general amnesty
    no 13th Amendment slaves in land of the free
    civil rights good
    reparations better
    self-determination better
    sovereignty best
    national liberation most high expression of free North American Africans
    We are slaves of no man
    equal of all
    we resist
    we resist
    we resist
    freedom or death!
    --Marvin X
    12/30/18


    Three book trees felled
    By Herb Boyd
    Special to the AmNews
    Harlem NY

         With the calendar about to flip and a new year is dawning, it was time for some house cleaning, time to clear a veritable forest of book trees making the path to the computer all the more challenging.  During a recent trip to Detroit I dropped by the Charles Wright Museum of African American History to chat with my friend Charles Ferrell, who produces some of the most enlightening political and cultural programs in the nation.
         On tap that afternoon was the poet and activist Marvin X and he gifted me with his latest book Notes of an Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X (Black Bird Press, 2019). After his opening remarks in which he let the audience know that he was well aware of Detroit’s prominence in the Black liberation struggle, ticking off names such Elijah Muhammad, Malcolm X, the Bogges, General Baker, and Imari Obadele, he read one of his favorite pieces.  It was compelling but my preference from a long list of essays was his review of the Black Panther film that still had traction.
         “While the film is a political disaster by projecting African royalty with its tainted past and/or present, those enamored of African culture will enjoy a boost of cultural consciousness,” he observed. “We Africans are a beautiful people, a cultured people, a people of genius in science and technology.  If Black Panther replaces sagging pants with dashikis, surely, the film must be applauded.
         “If it forces women to throw off their wigs as the woman did in the film,” Marvin continued, “it must be applauded.  The music, the chants, the communal dancing, the most colorful costumes and traditional ritual face makeup, should help Africanize a starving population of North American Africans.  The technology seemed excessive although we need to see African people utilizing science, technology, artificial intelligence, time travel.”
         This kind of balance pertains in the book, though the bulk of his analysis leans perceptibly to keeping the Black Arts Movement alive, and that makes sense for someone who was/is a vital component of its maintenance....

    Now Available from Black Bird Press, Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X

    Poet/Essayist/Educator/Activist Marvin X after his lecture/discussion in Davey D's Hip Hop class at
    San Francisco State University, Marvin X's alma mater. He was a founding member of the Black Students Union.
    photo Davey D

    Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X 
    Now Available
    Order your copy from
    Black Bird Press
    requested donation
    $29.95
    call 510-575-7148
    credit cards accepted

    Marvin X
    Poet, playwright, essayist, educator, activist
    speaking/reading
    University of Chicago, 2015
    photo Burrell Sunrise

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    Comments on Marvin X poem

    Not merely a spell-binding work but a spell-weaving one. Superb, Bro. Marvin!
    --John Woodford, Editor emeritus, Michigan Today Newspaper, University of Michigan

    *****
    Dear Marvin,

    This is such a beautiful and very spiritually meaningful poem. 

    I remember sitting in that class so proud of Askia for saying his truth.  I think of the work that I did, teaching young people mostly Latin nd Asian about African American theatre.  They eat it up like candy, relating it to  stories of watching their parents being taken away or beaten by the police for nothing.  They were so thankful for your work, for Askia's work, for Amiri's work, for Ntozake's work, for Sonia's work, and for countless people of color that saw their pain.  Each time you spoke to my class, I had students wanting to know more about your life and quoting your words.  They told me they called their parents after reading, "Flower for the Trashman."  They finally understood how important it is to say, "I love you" before that person is gone.  I had a young South Asian woman cry when she read Nellie Wong's poem on Colorism because she had tried to pretend she was white, until she understood the beauty in being brown.  You all left a body of work that is healing so many young people.  I see the difference.  You have brought meaning to the lives of so many people that you will never know.  

    There are different ways of winning wars or removing oppression.  One of the most powerful is through the spoken word.

    Keep on writing, keep on showing love.

    Peace,
    Kim McMillan, PhD
    University of California, Merced

    SATURDAY, OCTOBER 13, 2018


    Marvin X new poem: The Moment between light and darkness

    Marvin X reading with his Black Arts Movement Poets Choir and Arkestra, featuring David Murray, Tacuma King and Val, et al. Malcolm X Jazz/Art Festival, Oakland, 2015
    photos by photographers Kamau Amen Ra (RIP), Adam Turner and Gene Hazzard

    As I am half blind in the fourth quarter of my life
    I notice as I travel from light into darkness
    micro second of total darkness
    I do not try to see in this space
    just adjust 
    light into darkness
    then I see darkness
    thankful
    navigate darkness
    Dr. Nathan Hare say I have seen enough
    flow wit da flow
    one day at a time
    Dr. Hare say praise Sankofa bird
    just don't stay in past
    otherworldism
    forward motion
    Afrofuturism
    Sun Ra style 
    Space is the Place
    Your world is not my world
    your world is history
    my world is mystery
    Space is the Pace
    You so evil
    devil don't want you in hell!
    Sonny say
    What you doing negro
    Sonny say
    Negro say I ain't doin' nothin'
    Sonny say you wanna job Negro
    Negro say doin what?
    Sonny say doin' nothin!
    Negro say how much you gonna pay me?
    Sonny say I ain't gonna pay ya nothin!


    I am thankful to see  light in darkness
    Oh, world,  forgive my sins
    I try to forgive world for low information vibration
    Bible say people destroyed for lack of knowledge not money women men children
    What Qur'an say
    If your wealth wives children
    are dearer to you than Allah
    then wait til His command comes
    Be ye not of the unjust unmerciful
    be of those who praise Him
    and He hears those who praise Him
    Rabbanaka al Hamd
    Our Lord to Thee is due all praise!

    In the low information vibration we are
    anesthetized to the world of make believe conspicuous consumption
    my favorite line from Dr. E. Franklin Frazier's Black Bourgeoisie

    Today is Askia Toure's b day
    When he apologized to students at UC Merced for leaving them this unfinished legacy of uncompleted revolution
    I objected because I know our revolution was aborted by the overwhelming power of the State
    military intelligence cointelpro fbi snitches agent provocateurs
    how could we overcome the awesome power of the state apparatus?
    After all, we were young and invincible thinking we knew it all
    refusing the wisdom of elders and ancestors
    in our ignut joy to reinvent the wheel
    so we did stupid shit
    sex drugs  rock n roll can make revolution but not complete it
    Dr. John Henry Clarke said only high morals will save us
    Sun Ra said only discipline
    Teach discipline to your actors Marvin X
    forget that freedom justice equality talk
    don't you see how wild and crazy they act?
    Teach discipline
    This is what I teach my Arkestra
    Sonny was right
    look at our freedom babies
    wild crazy savage
    no discipline
    no manners
    no etiquette
    common sense
    from Crack hand to cell phone hand
    addicted like the man/woman Crack addicts
    they/we used to run through the hood with Crack in hand
    Cell phone junkies walk into the streets into cars  cell phone in hand
    killing themselves
    talking loud saying nothing (James Brown)
    JB said, "If it was left up to me I would cut yo hand off
    talkin loud sayin nothin
    talkin black but livin all the negro you can!"
    We love you JB
    You taught us the Big Payback is a motherfucka
    I'm Black n Proud
    It's a man's world
    but ain't nothin without a woman

    there is darkness in the world and there is light
    between the two think about the good times
    enjoy the good times
    when bad times come
    roll wit da punches
    sister in law told me

    smiling faces tell lies
    fake news
    fake blues
    fake jazz
    blue eyed blues singer was you in the cotton cane fields Earle Davis asked
    cotton/cane fields from can't see ta can't see?
    was you on the cross and  lynching tree
    was you in the big house
    or house nigga/field nigga no matter
    master came to yo hut
    you thought to fuck yo woman
    no
    master came to fuck you
    Mandingo ass nigga
    Did master fuck you
    fusion jazz ass motherfucka
    fk yo woman children
    his children too
    then sold them New Year's Day Auction block
    blues jazz white boy/girl
    did jim crow suck yo blood
    did yo ancestors eat food in the shit hole door of no return
    before Middle Passage through Door of No Return
    Did you go there
    hear the ancestors wailing in the walls
    crying through centuries of pain trauma genocide
    400 years without a food stamp
    400 years capital accumulation
    400 years building white wealth
    yes reparations yes
    reparations til Fort Knox is drained
    Drain Federal Reserve
    drain white privilege wealth
    depart ghetto gentrifiers
    depart
    fuck yo high tech jobs
    fuck yo hipster fake ofay bullshit
    depart with dogs in hand
    clean dog shit and yo shit
    depart
    leave yo keys
    South Africa style
    leave yo keys
    flee to Australia Russia flee
    space moon mars saturn
    leave keys
    no earth lessons learned
    go
    leave yo keys
    white man heaven black man's hell
    white man heaven black man's hell
    Farrakhan sing

    how you sing blues jazz
    how you sing anything
    where Beatles steal
    Elvis
    Rolling Stones steal
    we love everything about you but you
    Poet Paradise say
    truly
    we love Dolly Parton's coal miner blues
    South told me ova n ova poor white trash treated worse than niggas
    so we love you trailer house trash white folks
    only you can sing the blues
    you understand jazz, i.e., black classical music
    not Martin Luther King, Jr.'s pseudo white liberals
    multi-cultural leave niggas on bottom motherfuckas
    Farrakhan say wherever he went over the world
    black man woman on bottom
    Communist Socialist Capitalist Muslim Christian Jewish
    black man woman on bottom
    ancestors say
    bottom rail top
    bottom rail top
    JB say the Big Payback is a mother....

    poor white man ask me fa a dollar
    I said white man would you rather have $500.00 or one dollar?
    White man said $500.00
    I said, "White man, come back tomorrow faya $500.00
    he walked away in silence.
    In the moment between light and darkness be still
    peace be still.
    the storm is ova now
    the storm is ova
    we rejoice
    motion in ocean
    Amiri Baraka said
    In the middle of the Atlantic ocean
    a railroad of human bones
    the king sold the farmer to the ghost
    in the middle of the Atlantic ocean
    railroad of human bones
    king sold farmer to the ghost
    king sold farmer to the ghost......

    rise up North American Africans
    rise from low information vibration
    no excuse with cell phone
    Becky tell you everything
    Becky don't lie
    Did you mean?
    Did you mean?
    rise from tricycle to ten speed
    rise
    In the middle of the Atlantic ocean
    railroad of human bones
    Amiri Baraka say
    don't let them take yo um boom ba boon
    if they take yo um boom ba boom
    you in deep trouble
    take you centuries to get out....
    We love you Ancestor AB.
    We love Amina too.
    We love Baraka family.

    --Marvin X
    10/13/18



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  • 01/05/19--16:08: The Wall Hypocrites
  • The Wall hypocrites





    Mending Wall


    Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
    That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
    And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
    And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
    The work of hunters is another thing:
    I have come after them and made repair
    Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
    But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
    To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
    No one has seen them made or heard them made,
    But at spring mending-time we find them there.
    I let my neighbour know beyond the hill;
    And on a day we meet to walk the line
    And set the wall between us once again.
    We keep the wall between us as we go.
    To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
    And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
    We have to use a spell to make them balance:
    "Stay where you are until our backs are turned!"
    We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
    Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
    One on a side. It comes to little more:
    There where it is we do not need the wall:
    He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
    My apple trees will never get across
    And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
    He only says, "Good fences make good neighbours."
    Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
    If I could put a notion in his head:
    "Why do they make good neighbours? Isn't it
    Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
    Before I built a wall I'd ask to know
    What I was walling in or walling out,
    And to whom I was like to give offence.
    Something there is that doesn't love a wall,
    That wants it down." I could say "Elves" to him,
    But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather
    He said it for himself. I see him there
    Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
    In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
    He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
    Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
    He will not go behind his father's saying,
    And he likes having thought of it so well
    He says again, "Good fences make good neighbours."


    Do those who protest the white nationalist Wall on the US border, also protest the Zionist wall in occupied Palestine? Do the Democratic Socialist pseudo progressives and their left wing sycophants protest the weekly slaughter of those who approach the border fence separating the Zionists from the Gaza concentration camp?
    For the most part, all we  hear is the song of Silent Night on the Zionist wall, but wailing and crocodile tears about  the wall on the US/Mexican border. I don't understand why there isn't total agreement between America's left and right wing Zionist Zealots that the Zionist wall should be the model for the US/Mexican border wall. Furthermore, did not America's greatest poet Robert Frost tell us fences make good neighbors? 
    As a matter of national security, how can America justify spending nearly a trillion dollars on its defense budget but squabble over five billion requested by the Trump administration for the security of the USA. 
    The truth, supreme irony and contradiction  is that the globalist democratic socialists and many Republicans in league with the Globalists, believe in open borders while many of them live behind walled compounds! Even upper and middle class Mexicans and other Latinos throughout the Indigenous Americas live behind walled compounds and villas, including some of my Communists friends in the Americas.
    Growing up in the agricultural valley of California, my family never locked our doors. There were too many siblings in my Mother's house to issue keys to all. And Granny would never turn away a hungry stranger from her door when we lived with her in the projects. Of course this is in harmony with the African tradition delineated by Cheikh Anta Diop in his classic Cultural Unity of Africa as per his theory of the Northern and Southern Cradle. The Northern Cradle custom would kill the stranger, the Southern Cradle welcomed the stranger. I remember hungry white men stopping by Granny's house in the projects and she did not hesitate to feed them whatever food she had available. 

    Of course in his Destruction of African Civilization, Chancellor Williams taught this attitude and tradition lead to our downfall and the Black Panther Wakanda Kingdom's xenophobia eclipsed the Diopian Southern Cradle model.  I have observed the Wakandan zenophobia from San Francisco's Hunters Point to South Carolina's Gullahland, i.e., "If you ain't from here don't come here!" Of course gentrification is smashing this xenophobic notion. Whites are invading Hunters Point and Gullahland, especially since the Hip Hop generation of Gullah Africans care nothing about their paradise islands. They rather die in the streets of Savannah and Atlanta!
    Perhaps the Democratic Socialists should continue their call for open borders and sanctuary cities and states. Perhaps the USA should forget about fencing and walling the border and allow the USA to continue being the haven for every hateful unclean bird. If so, why continue funding the trillion dollar annual military budget for the national security of the USA? For sure, the budget did not prevent 9/11. So America should continue being the haven for every filthy unclean bird. After all, they can join the USA's filthy unclean birds. We heard filthy unclean birds flock together!
    While President Trump called a plethora of nations shit-holes, has not America's most beautiful city, my beloved San Francisco, become a shit-hole? But the supreme irony is that while  San Francisco is the epic center of the high tech revolution, its white supremacist and globalist myopia has totally neglected the very least of its citizens. I speak as one who was once drug addicted and homeless, who slept in the Tenderloin doorways, allies in cardboard boxes and often with nothing but my black  ass. 
    Finally, from ancient Egypt (Kemit) to the mythical African kingdom of Wakanda to America, national security can be comedic or tragic, but it should and must be addressed for the benefit of  all its citizens, first and foremost! Woe to the hypocrites!
    --MARVIN X
    1/5/19



    Marvin X, poet, philosopher, essayist, playwright, planner, educator, organizer, historian




     Angela Davis, Marvin X and Sonia Sanchez


     West Oakland OGs at Defermery Park, aka Bobby Hutton Grove

     


     Ancestor Amiri Baraka, "My brother like no other!"--Marvin X


     Marvin X in Harlem reception in his honor at home of Rashidah Ishmaili, 2014

     Academy of da Corner, Oakland: left to right: Amiri Baraka, Bobby Seale, Dr. Ayodele Nzinga, Ahi Baraka and Marvin X
    photo Gene Hazzard


     Marvin X fan club members
    photo Kamau Amen Ra (RIP)

    Marvin X in Heaven, i.e., in the presence of revolutionary, intelligent, beautiful African women
    photo Ken Johnson


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    Marvin X  Tour  2019

    February 16, Sat
    Alameda CA
    Reading/ book signing
    Back 2 Nature Wellness Salon
    and Barber Shop
    475 Central Avenue
    3-6pm

    February 22, Friday
    Reading book signing
    Hunters Point, San Francisco
    5:30-7:30
    901 Fairfax Avenue

    February 23, Saturday
    Oakland 
    Reading/book signing
    BAMFEST


    Marvin X reading at Charles Wright Museum, Detroit MI, December 15, 2018. He has been invited back at another venue for Black History Month
    photo Leona McElevene

    February 28, Thursday
    Detroit, MI
    TBA


    March 2, Saturday
    Reading/book signing
    Philadelphia PA
    Brothers Network
    TBA

    May
    Reading/book signing
    Seattle WA
    Host Hakeem Trotter
    TBA

    August 
    National Black Theatre Festival
    Winston-Saleem, North Carolina
    TBA

    October
    Austin, Texas
    How We Got Ova 1619-2019
    A poetic myth/ritual dance drama 
    by El Muhajir, aka Marvin X



    Train in da Water
    poem by Marvin X
    "In the Atlantic ocean is a railroad of human bones...."--Amiri Baraka


    Train came to ocean
    we riding in da water
    Riding waves bout to go under
    How sweet da waves
    train went under
    Passing da many fish
    As we submerged
    How pleasant da train
    Going down slowly
    another space for peace
    Let da ocean wash us with love
    We connect the bones of Baraka's railroad
    train rides down into darkness
    where no light is needed.
    we  black ocean same.

    --1/13/19


    The X Men: Marvin X, son Marvin K, grandsons Jordan and Jahmeel

    Dear Black Folks,

    Stay out of white folks bizness. They stay out of our bizness in the hood, even though they supply the guns, dope, sick religion, . mis-education, toxic food, water, air; death music rap beats, perverted psycho-sexuality of  do yo thang, be what ya wanna be; totally insane political policies  that violate their own laws at the drop of a hat, e.g., sanctuary cities and states. Imagine what white folks would do if we declared the hood a sanctuary space that excluded Europe American entrance and jurisdiction and banned them from arresting North American African criminals for any reason without our consent. We establish and adjudicate all violations in our space. Imagine this!

    Stay out of white folks bizness. They suffer a malady far worse than white Supremacy. Our ancestors and elders called their condition white lunacy.

    Let them fight among themselves. Let them have their second Civil War. That's their bizness not ours. Our  business is to establish a sovereign, independent nation. The master and slave do not have the same agenda.
    --Marvin X
    1/14/19

    Poet/Essayist/Educator/Activist Marvin X after his lecture/discussion in Davey D's Hip Hop class at
    San Francisco State University, Marvin X's alma mater. He was a founding member of the Black Students Union.
    photo Davey D

    Notes of Artistic Freedom Fighter Marvin X 
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    Marvin X
    Poet, playwright, essayist, educator, activist
    speaking/reading
    University of Chicago, 2015

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    Parable of the Patriarch and Misanthrope




    No misogynist
    homophobic
    sexist pig
    no racist
    hater white nationalist
    hater
    Democratic Socialist
    Communist
    Marxist
    Troskyist
    Maoist 
    been there did that
    just don't like humans
    fake phony fraud motherfuckas
    all up in yo face
    fake love rapper say
    I say
    low information vibration 
    humankind
    world of make believe
    material girls and boys
    ignut of spiritual world
    parents/ children on animal plane
    no seekers of truth
    lovers of lies
    lie to me lie to me
    my lover said
    you lie so good
    lie nigga lie
    but I told truth
    my over  said goodbye
    low information vibration
    Qur'an say
    animal plane
    human plane
    divine plane
    are you animal human divine?
    you fine fine fine
    but what's on yo mind?
    Girl T shirt said
    Cute but Psycho!
    you fine
    big behind
    what's on yo mind?
    treat ya like a ho'
    ya love me so
    treat ya like a queen
    ya hate me mean
    children same
    abandon neglect
    you love me
    give you everything
    ya hate me
    ungrateful bastards
    we call them
    how you smarter'n yo daddy
    did you suffer exile jail prison
    black listed white listed
    house arrest
    hated by friends and foe
    traveled wit baddest niggas to and fro'
    what do you know
    goin' to and fro'
    square nigga in round world
    what did you do
    went to school where yo daddy put his life ona line to teach
    made things better fada whole town
    but you got a frown
    ain't never went down
    funky town
    you daddy's twin
    you say where similarities end
    you fool
    school can't help a fool
    material things can't help a fool
    monkey in tuxedo still monkey

    I say call me
    you say fa what?
    cause I'm yo daddy motherfucka
    call yo daddy motherfucka
    think you got forever
    they say child abuse when parent don't call child
    What about elderly abuse when you won't call mama daddy
    I love what Tupac told his Mama
    "You might be a Crack fiend Mama
    But you still a Black Queen Mama!"
    Call me fa what? Cause I love you.
    Is this enough
    you got my DNA
    in deep structure of mental spiritual

    I don't hate you
    love you beyond love
    if you knew
    fool
    school can't help a fool
    don't know a good deck
    four Ace of Spades
    But I love you still
    stop fakin' ya doin' God's will
    you and your Father are one
    fool
    How can you hate Father
    Are you not Father's number one son
    Shall your children hate you
    for all good you have done 
    under the sun
    what goes around comes around
    did they teach you dat in school
    fool?
    For my abuse of women
    I lost eye
    I understand why
    what goes round comes round
    low information vibration
    My barber say mis-information
    bless his heart
    moved his shop from mis-information colleagues
    barber said he needed to be round more mature personalities
    don't wanna kill a nigga owe him fifty dollars
    just know there are fifty dollar fools in da world

    Again, why I hate human beings?
    They pitiful
    Chris Rock say to women
    "Everything bout you is a lie!"
    I say of men and women
    Everything bout you is a lie!
    truth ain't in ya.

    Feed a nigga
    dope a nigga
    Hennessy a nigga
    pay a nigga
    nigga hate ya guts
    nigga jealous envious

    Sun Ra say
    What kind of people are these
    ain't people I used to know
    Birmingham Alabama people
    They say brother
    What kinna brother
    Sunny say to me
    What kinna brother
    brother man
    brother beast
    brother girl

    I say long ago
    what kinna people are these
    really make ya wonder
    Hurry Allah
    wit da fire water!

    you sacrifice fada people
    will da people sacrifice
    fada people?

    Black Panthers say
    Power to the people
    US Constitution say
    power to consent of the governed
    do you consent to the present order of terror
    economic terror
    military religious terror
    slave wage terror
    90% don't have $1,000.00 in bank
    99% survive from check to check

    Elijah said it best
    trick trick out  trick!
    Reverse Tricknology 
    bring nigga back from dead
    deaf dumb blind

    Granddaughter Naima say
    Can deaf dumb blind
    see
    no
    hear
    no
    speak
    no
    I say Stevie Wonder can see
    Ray Charles could see
    better'n you and me
    Ray told bout Danger Zone
    Ray say
    Look round
    you will see
    what's troublin' me
    Danger Zone everywhere
    Read yo papers
    you will see
    Danger Zone Everywhere.

    I ain't no hater
    I'm a lover
    like no other
    just don't come at me wit willie foo foo bullshit
    been wit coldest niggas in da world
    I know shit from Shinola
    Know Ginger Ale
    from Coca-Cola

    I love my chidren
    a thousand times than they shall ever know
    love their mothers
    my siblings too

    I only have a minute more wit you
    So I shall be true true true
    Love the family God bequest to you
    love them for their negrocities (Amiri Baraka term--he told me don't steal his term!)
    love them beyond similarities of the physical
    love them for the DNA  the metaphysical.
    --Marvin X
    1/15/19

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