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Johnson&lt;sup&gt;&lt;img class="rendericon" src="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/images/icons/linkext7.gif" alt="" align="absmiddle" border="0" width="7" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; introduced &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest&lt;/em&gt; in Chicago in 1942 as a new &lt;em&gt;Reader's Digest&lt;/em&gt;  type magazine for the African American community.  In its early days,  the publication was mainly a collection of reprinted articles concerning  African American interests.  While early sales reached up to 150,000  issues per month, the magazine's success was soon extinguished by &lt;span class="nobr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnsonpublishing.com/" class="external-link"&gt;Johnson Publication's&lt;sup&gt;&lt;img class="rendericon" src="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/images/icons/linkext7.gif" alt="" align="absmiddle" border="0" width="7" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new magazine, &lt;span class="nobr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebonyjet.com/" class="external-link"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ebony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;img class="rendericon" src="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/images/icons/linkext7.gif" alt="" align="absmiddle" border="0" width="7" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.  Becoming an unprofitable venture, &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest&lt;/em&gt; folded in 1951.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;However, &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest's&lt;/em&gt; early failure would not reflect its later success.  As critic and poet &lt;span class="nobr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/blackarts/historical.htm" class="external-link"&gt;Kaluma ya Salaam&lt;sup&gt;&lt;img class="rendericon" src="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/images/icons/linkext7.gif" alt="" align="absmiddle" border="0" width="7" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  wrote, "for the publication of Black Arts creative literature, no  magazine was more important than the Chicago based Johnson publication &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt;."  The early 1960s marked a growing interest in black consciousness,  writing, and art.  In 1961, Johnson revived Negro Digest under editor  and notable black intellectual Hoyt Fuller.  The second incarnation of  the magazine would be much different, transforming it from a catalogue  of stories that regarded black interests into a vanguard publication  that acted as a leading forum and voice in the Black Arts movement.   Under Hoyt Fuller's guidance, the magazine underwent many changes,  reporting on controversial issues such as Black Power and giving voice  to local Chicago poets such as &lt;span class="nobr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/484" class="external-link"&gt;Haki Madhubuti&lt;sup&gt;&lt;img class="rendericon" src="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/images/icons/linkext7.gif" alt="" align="absmiddle" border="0" width="7" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (don l. lee) and &lt;span class="nobr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/poets/m_r/rodgers/rodgers.htm" class="external-link"&gt;Carolyn Rodgers&lt;sup&gt;&lt;img class="rendericon" src="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/images/icons/linkext7.gif" alt="" align="absmiddle" border="0" width="7" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,  who probably would have otherwise been left unknown.  The publication's  eventual transformation into the more politicized and globally focused  Black World marked its desire to act as not only a literary space for  African Americans but Black people through out the world.  Fuller wrote  in a rare editorial note dated May 1970, that the magazine would aim to  "routinely publish articles which will probe and report the conditions  of peoples and their struggles throughout the Black World," with  newfound mission of "guarding against the opportunists and charlatans  who would exploit Black Art and Literature for their own gain and the  spiritual and artistic colonization of Black people."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt; is a massive archive.  While the first issues of &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest&lt;/em&gt;  from the 1940s and early 1950s shouldn't be forgotten, the rebirth of  the magazine in the early 1960s is of great use to those studying  histories of activism, Black Aesthetics (both literary and artistic,  local and national), and historical reflections of the period. While  there is a wealth of phenomenal material, navigating this archive can be  an extremely difficult task because of its breadth and the variety of  material.  Luckily this resource is still very available at many  libraries since it was so widely circulated and read during its  lifetime.   A renewed scholarly interest in these publications could  have a profound effect on the way we conceptualize the Black Arts  movement and black activism during this period because many scholars  rely on the valuable yet overly authoritative texts like Black Fire.    Excavating key works from &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt; illustrates  its utility for scholars and enthusiasts of the period across all  fields.  Further exploration of this untapped resource could have a  profound effect on the scholarly direction of this field and a renewed  interest of literature during the period.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Engaging &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt; is much easier if one is  familiar with the format throughout its years of publication.  Often,  the issues are built around a common theme; but regardless, they always  concern themselves with some aspect of the black experience.  There are  annual poetry and theater issues, which highlight works by well-known  artists and critics such as Amiri Baraka and Addison Gayle, as well as  lesser-known participants in the movement.  The general format of the  issue is an editor's note, several stories, poems, or political essays  pertaining to the general theme of the issue, and then the "regular  features," which include "Perspectives (notes on books, writers,  artists, and the arts)," Humor in Hue," (witty political comics about  race by various black artists), and selected poetry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Negro Digest/Black World is such a fascinating artifact because the  content of each issue seems to evade rigid binaries of  conservative/liberal, reactionary/radical, and instead functions as a  forum for different issues and ideas that were unavoidable realities of  the black public sphere.  For example, the June 1967 issue of &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest&lt;/em&gt; (which cost 35 cents) contains an excerpt from &lt;em&gt;Black Skin White Masks&lt;/em&gt;  by the extremely influential psychoanalyst Frantz Fanon entitled "Black  Man, White Woman," while at the same time a piece by Martin Luther King  Jr. called "Stand on War and Peace: Martin Luther King Jr. Explains."  Issues of &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt;, such as the June 1967  issue, leave the magazine's political stance rather opaque, making it  all the more interesting in reconstructing a historical and ideological  sketch of the period.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="image-wrap" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/download/attachments/10387977/nd04-thumb.JPG?version=1&amp;amp;modificationDate=1205899245000" style="border: 0px solid black;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In addition to the exposition of various viewpoints, the magazine was  also a very real space for the performance of public debate.  For  instance, the debate from the November 1966 issue entitled "Black Power  Symposium" is an invaluable piece for those who are interested in the  feelings people had about Black Power before it became a widespread and  arguably diluted concept.  This particular debate features 12 different  opinions ranging from Conrad Kent Rivers, founder of &lt;a href="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/display/chicago68/The+Rise%2C+Fall+and+Legacy+of+the+Wall+of+Respect+Movement" title="The Rise, Fall and Legacy of the Wall of Respect Movement"&gt;OBAC&lt;/a&gt;,  to Anita Cornwell, a writer and former state employee, to Dudely  Randall, founder of Broadside Press but also a librarian and poet.  The  sheer range of voices about this particular concept automatically points  to how important this resource in constructing a historiography from an  African American perspective.  Another way debates manifest themselves  were in articles often preceded (but not always) with the label  "Perspective."  A fascinating example is June Jordan's "White English:  The Politics of Language," part of the August 1973 issue's "Focus on  Language" feature, in which Jordan makes an extremely cogent appeal to  readers about the importance of "black" English.  At the end of the  article, the political implications are amplified by the postscript that  reads "Both her (June Jordan) award-winning teen novel His Own Where  and Dry Victories, a history book, were written entirely in "Black  Language." "One consequence," she writes, "is that the novel has been  banned from the public schools of Baltimore Md."   As this example  illustrates, the magazine can be a host of literal debates or more  conceptual and long running problems such as the one addressed by  Jordan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The political debates recordied in &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt;  are of great importance, but this periodical also houses reproductions  of rare artistic works and original aesthetic theory.  For example, the  June 1970 issue features an essay by Chicago poet and theorist Carolyn  Rodgers entitled "The Literature of the Black: Feelings are Sense."   While the essay is powerful on its own, it becomes even more valuable  after Rodger's links to other black artists (she was a member of OBAC)  becomes apparent.  The dialogue about literary aesthetics is not simply  being stated in the text, it flows as part of a longer-term dialogue  throughout the magazine.  In that sense, the periodical aspect of &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt;  allows for the tracking of developing ideas and dialogue through the  years.  Another instance of a rare but extraordinary "find" in &lt;em&gt;Black World&lt;/em&gt; is in the October 1971 issue article, "&lt;a href="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/display/chicago68/AfriCobra" title="AfriCobra"&gt;AfriCobra&lt;/a&gt;  (African Commune of Bad Relevant Artists):  '10 in Search of a Nation."  by Africobra artist Jeff Donaldson.  Not only does this article contain  the group's credo in the words of one of its most prominent member, but  it also features a variety of rare images, such as Africobra member Jae  Jarrell modeling her "revolutionary suit."  This fascinating image has  fallen almost completely into obscurity, only existing in this  periodical's yellowing pages.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt; was published out of Chicago and  therefore, whether intentionally or not, showcased local up-and-coming  talent and political concerns of readers in the city.  Since much of the  activity of the late 1960s, particularly the Black Arts Movement, was  occurring in the city of publication, the magazine is an excellent  resource for those interested in the happenings in Chicago.  This is  particularly the case for studying OBAC.  Often essays will be followed  with a biographical sketch about the author, thus figuring out their  location is a relatively simple task.  It also, as illustrated by  "Symposium on Black Power," can offer perspectives by local people, or  otherwise unpublished works by authors such as Sam Greenly ("Sonny's  Season" October 1971) or "Unpublished Poems by Conrad Kent Rivers,"  (September 1975).  These are just a few artistic works that pertain to  the local Chicago arts. There is also special attention paid to local  issues that would resonate with the national African American community  as well such as the statement "&lt;a href="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/display/chicago68/The+Black+Panther+Party" title="The Black Panther Party"&gt;Fred Hampton&lt;/a&gt;: Martyr" by William E. Hampton in the May 1970 issue.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The best way to navigate &lt;em&gt;Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt; is to  either track down a particular article of interest (they are often cited  but rarely republished) and explore the surrounding articles and issues  or find a copy of &lt;em&gt;Roots of Afrocentric Thought: A Reference Guide to Negro Digest/Black World 1961-1976 compiled by Clovis E. Semmes&lt;/em&gt;.   While Semmes book is a slightly clumsy compilation, it seems to be the  only way to sift through the material and get a short annotation about  each article without actually having to approach the issues  individually.  Though this book seems obscure in subject matter, it is  readily available in many large Chicago area libraries.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Despite the many treasures contained within the pages of Negro  Digest/Black World, there is surprisingly very little secondary  literature available on the magazine. Listed below are a few sources,  however, this archive still remains under analyzed and underappreciated.   Even the periodicals existence on microfilm is an uncertain reality,  since it seems most libraries only recorded issues sporadically.  Due to  age and neglect, archival work with this resource seems to be a  fleeting opportunity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3&gt;&lt;a name="NegroDigest-BlackWorld-SelectedBibliography"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Selected Bibliography&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homage to Hoyt Fuller&lt;/em&gt;. Ed. Dudley Randall. Detroit: Broadside, 1984.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;"From Negro Digest to &lt;em&gt;Ebony&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Jet&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;EM&lt;/em&gt;,Special Issue: 50 Years of JPC- Redefining 	the Black Image." Ebony March 1992.&lt;br /&gt;A short history of Johnson Publications Inc's publications.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt;. Chicago: Johnson Publishing Company.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Salaam, Kaluma ya "Historical Overviews of the Black Arts Movement." &lt;span class="nobr"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/blackarts/historical.htm" class="external-link"&gt;http://www.english.uiuc.edu/maps/blackarts/historical.htm&lt;sup&gt;&lt;img class="rendericon" src="https://coral.uchicago.edu:8443/images/icons/linkext7.gif" alt="" align="absmiddle" border="0" width="7" height="7" /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excellent resource for the study of Black Arts Poetry, this  particular article highlights the importance of Negro Digest/Black World  as a resource.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Semmes, Clovis E. &lt;em&gt;Roots of Afrocentric Thought: A reference Guide to Negro Digest/Black World&lt;/em&gt;, 1961-1976. Westport: Greenwood Press, 1998.&lt;br /&gt;ISBN: 0-313-29992-7&lt;br /&gt;A reference guide that is extremely useful for navigating this periodical.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Semmes, Clovis E. "Foundations in Africana Studies: Revisiting Negro Digest/Black World, 1961." &lt;em&gt;The Western Journal of Black Studies&lt;/em&gt;, Vol. 25, No. 4 (2001): 195-201.&lt;br /&gt;One of the few pieces of scholarship about the history of the magazine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-8242298766232390814?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8242298766232390814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=8242298766232390814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/8242298766232390814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/8242298766232390814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2010/09/negro-digestblack-world.html' title='Negro Digest/Black World'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-3811083729292727382</id><published>2010-01-02T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T07:23:15.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He’s the new Malcolm X! Nobody’s going to talk about his book, HOW TO RECOVER FROM THE ADDICTION TO WHITE SUPREMACY, out loud, but they’ll hush hush about it.—Jerri Lange, author, Jerri, A Black Woman’s Life in the Media&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-3811083729292727382?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3811083729292727382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=3811083729292727382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3811083729292727382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3811083729292727382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2010/01/hes-new-malcolm-x-nobodys-going-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-1944437261490685610</id><published>2009-12-16T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:41:20.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>baithak: little mosque poems - mohja kahf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://baithak.blogspot.com/2006/09/little-mosque-poems-mohja-kahf.html"&gt;baithak: little mosque poems - mohja kahf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-1944437261490685610?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1944437261490685610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=1944437261490685610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1944437261490685610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1944437261490685610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/baithak-little-mosque-poems-mohja-kahf.html' title='baithak: little mosque poems - mohja kahf'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2186011101079210706</id><published>2009-12-14T21:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:28:20.651-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nathanielturner.com/forewordtohowtorecover.htm"&gt;Foreword&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a href="http://www.nathanielturner.com/howtorecoverfromtheaddictionofwhitesupremacy.htm"&gt;How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy&lt;/a&gt; (Nathan Hare)&lt;br /&gt;He’s the new Malcolm X! Nobody’s going to talk about his book, HOW TO RECOVER FROM THE ADDICTION TO WHITE SUPREMACY, out loud, but they’ll hush hush about it.—Jerri Lange, author, Jerri, A Black Woman’s Life in the Media&lt;br /&gt;Beyond Religion, Toward Spirituality, essays on consciousness&lt;br /&gt;He is a Master Teacher in many fields of thought—religion and psychology, Sociology and anthropology, history and politics, literature and the humanities.&lt;br /&gt;He is a needed Counselor, for he knows himself, on the deepest of personal levels and he reveals that self to us, that we might be his beneficiaries…. If you want to reshape (clean up, raise) your consciousness, this is a book to savor, to read again and again—to pass onto a friend or lover.&lt;br /&gt;—Rudolph Lewis, Editor, ChickenBones: A Journal&lt;br /&gt;Wish I Could Tell You The Truth, essays&lt;br /&gt;….Malcolm X ain’t got nothing on Marvin X. Still Marvin has been ignored and silenced like Malcolm would be ignored and silenced if he had lived on into the Now.&lt;br /&gt;Marvin’s one of the most extraordinary, exciting black intellectuals living today—writing, publishing, performing with Sun Ra’s Musicians (Live in Philly at Warm Daddies, available on DVD from BPP), reciting, filming, producing conferences (Kings and Queens of Black Consciousness, San Francisco Black Radical Book Fair); he’s ever engaging, challenging the respectable and the comfortable. He like Malcolm, dares to say things fearlessly, in the open (in earshot of the white man) that so many Negroes feel, think and speak on the corner, in the barbershops and urban streets of black America….&lt;br /&gt;—Rudolph Lewis, Editor, ChickenBones: A Journal&lt;br /&gt;In The Crazy House Called America, essays&lt;br /&gt;…People who know Marvin X already know him as a peripatetic, outspoken, irreverent, poetic “crazy nigger,” whose pen is continually and forever out-of-control. As a professional psychologist, I hasten to invoke the disclaimer that that is in no way a diagnosis or clinical impression of mine. I have never actually subjected this brother to serious psychoanalytical scrutiny and have no wish to place him on the couch, if only because I know of no existing psycho-diagnostic instrumentality of pathology of normalcy that could properly evaluate Marvin completely.&lt;br /&gt;—Dr. Nathan Hare, Black Think Tank, San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Land of My Daughters, poems&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X has been a witness to history. He shows that an excellent minority writer can raise issues that the mainstream publishers and book reviewers find hard to grapple with…. He, Huey P. Newton, Eldridge Cleaver and others were also casualties of the chemical attack on African Americans in the form of Crack and alcohol waged by corporations and a government that placed questionable foreign policy goals above the health of its citizens…. Many of those who inspired the cultural revolution of the 1960s remain stuck there. This volume shows that Marvin X has moved on.&lt;br /&gt;—Ishmael Reed, novelist, poet, essayist, publisher, Oakland&lt;br /&gt;Iraq…how did we get there and how do we get back? The consciousness-altering book of poems that tells the tale, in no uncertain terms and yet always via poetry, is the astonishing Land of My Daughters: Poems 1995-2005 by Marvin X. Marvin X is the USA’s Rumi, and his nation is not “where our fathers died” but where our daughters live. The death of patriarchal war culture is his everyday reality. X’s poems vibrate, whip, love in the most meta- and physical ways imaginable and un-. He’s got the humor of Pietri, the politics of Baraka, and the spiritual Muslim grounding that is totally new in English—the ecstasy of Hafiz, the wisdom of Saadi. It’s not unusual for him to have a sequence of shortish lines followed by a culminating line that stretches a quarter page—it is the dance of the dervishes, the rhythms of a Qasida.&lt;br /&gt;—Bob Holman, Bowery Poetry Club, New York City&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2186011101079210706?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2186011101079210706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2186011101079210706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2186011101079210706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2186011101079210706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/foreword-to-how-to-recover-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-1462764070034946841</id><published>2009-12-02T14:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:11:49.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamadou Lumumba Memorial Service</title><content type='html'>Mamadou Lumumba (Kenneth Freeman) Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamadou Lumumba (Kenneth Freeman) was one of the premier neo-black intellectuals of the 1960s. He was the first black student to attend Bishop O Dowd high school. He graduated from University of San Francisco in 1960, with graduate studies at the University of Mexico. In Mexico he learned of the Cuban revolution and this expanded his radical conscious and social activism. When he returned to Oakland, he joined the group of young radicals at Merritt College, including Bobby Seale, Huey Newton, Ernie Allen, Isaac Moore, Ann Williams, Marvin X and Carol Freeman, his wife. Mamadou became a member of Donald Warden's Afro American Association, a Black Nationalist organization. The AAA and the young radicals studied world revolution, including events in South Africa, Ghana, Kenya, Nigeria and the Congo where the first elected prime minister was assassinated. Apparently his similarity to Congolese Patrice Lumumba, made him adopt the name. Mamadou became editor of Soulbook magazine, one of the most radical publications of the 60s, a publication of RAM or the Revolutionary Action Movement. He also organized the first Black Panther Party in the Bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial services will be held on Saturday, December 12, 2pm, at the Noodle Factory, 1255 26th Street at Union, Oakland. Call 510-355-6339 for more information&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-1462764070034946841?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1462764070034946841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=1462764070034946841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1462764070034946841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1462764070034946841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/mamadou-lumumba-memorial-service.html' title='Mamadou Lumumba Memorial Service'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-6972480319726385038</id><published>2009-12-01T19:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:27:26.209-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, Mr. President</title><content type='html'>Excuse me, Mr. President; the war in Afghanistan is not in the interests of the USA&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There is nothing in Afghanistan that is vital to American interests unless those interests are heroin and oil pipelines around the Caspian Sea to escape Russian hegemony. Originally, the war in Afghanistan was to deny Al Quida a foothold and punish them for 9/11. The USA global bandits supplied and supported the Taliban as they ran the Russians out, but now they are fighting the Taliban to again deny Al Quida, although there is no Al Quida in Afghanistan. Thus, there is no need to have a surge of troops in Afghanistan. It is good for the militarist US economy, for the generals who run the corporations, the university/corporate e complex that benefits with contracts and related research. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The war in Iraq was a total failure simply because it was unnecessary to kill a million people over the lie that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction. But again, Iraq was for oil and to check Shia expansion for the reactionary Sunni regimes throughout the Middle East, namely Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Jordan and the Persian Gulf states--and of course to protect Israel. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Of course Obama is a politician looked toward the next elections so he must mollify the right wing militarists. He told you he would expand the war into Pakistan during his election campaign. At least he is true to his word. And so for political expediency he will expand the war in Afghanistan, then try to deescalate near election time. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He is not thinking of the American's who shall die and those sure to come home traumatized, suicidal and homicidal. He is allocating billions to buy off the Taliban's  acts of violence, but here at home he does nothing to "buy off" those brothers and sisters terrorizing the hood with internecine violence, depriving the hood of any social security.  How can the US pay the insurgents to stop violence yet allow brothers in the hood to wreak havoc throughout America with guns and drugs? Internal violence is the real threat to America’s interests and security. This is why the poet Amiri Baraka warns us, "In the end the Negro will be the terrorist." The violence in the hood would surely one day cross over to the white community. We see black men redirecting their guns against the police in Oakland and Washington State. If this trend continues, get ready for an escalation in the police/military occupation of the hood. As the depression continues and creates more joblessness, expect the prison population to increase leading to a further destabilization of the hood. As Dr. Cornel West says, we must protect and respect the President but we must also correct the President when he goes down the path of reaction by enacting policies against our national interests as North American Africans. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, North American Africans may be oblivious to the radicalization of Latin America, but how long can we maintain our reactionary support of the US when our friends, brothers and sisters throughout the Americas are charting their own agenda and it does not include the globalist free trade policies of the US and her allies. Where is the North American African leadership that is putting our agenda in harmony with the people of Cuba, Brazil, Argentina, Nicaragua, El Salvador, Bolivia, Chile and Venezuela? Shall North American Africans continue their addiction to white supremacy domination and exploitation? Or shall we unite with our brothers and sisters throughout the Americas and work toward an agenda in harmony with our national and regional interests?&lt;br /&gt;Further, the so-called attempt to nation build in Afghanistan is legalizing the warlords to continue their traditional tribalism, not unify as a national state. The Pashtun, Tajik, Usbek and others have tribal interests rather than national interests. The loya jurga or meeting of the tribal elders would be the way to resolve matters among the people of Afghanistan, not by a military surge that will include more killing and destruction rather than reconstruction. If there is no Al Quida in Afghanistan, we need to get out now, but it shall not happen because white supremacy must prove its point, no matter that no armies have conquered this land, not the armies of Alexander the Great, the British, nor Russians. Obama now has his opportunity to defy history.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Politics, money, oil, dope. And India is the other key player in this madness. India is playing on Kabul to counter the Pakistan support of Taliban. As reactionary as the Taliban are, they stopped the poppies growing. Enter the US and the poppy fields are blooming with a resultant opium addiction of the country. Whole villages and entire families are addicted, even babies are given opium for any ailment, even as a substitute for food. It is worse than the US supplied Crack addiction of North American Africans.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The saddest part of Obama's speech to West Point was his falsification of American history, claiming America as the good guys in the white hats who've never unjustly occupied people's land around the world. Let us hear from the Native Americans on this point. Let us recount the US support of reactionary regimes around the world, and do not fail to count the number of US military bases around the world to suppress and oppress people in order to steal their labor and resources. We suggest Obama read Howard Zinn's People's History of the United States. President Obama is sounding as right wing as his predecessors in the White House, from the beginning to now, all of them promoted white supremacy at home and abroad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-6972480319726385038?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6972480319726385038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=6972480319726385038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/6972480319726385038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/6972480319726385038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/12/excuse-me-mr-president.html' title='Excuse me, Mr. President'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2025971902133440365</id><published>2009-11-30T23:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T23:00:59.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kamau</title><content type='html'>Kamau&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quiet warrior&lt;br /&gt;drummer supreme&lt;br /&gt;father&lt;br /&gt;husband&lt;br /&gt;lover&lt;br /&gt;we feel the  drum silence&lt;br /&gt;the moon is full yet empty this night&lt;br /&gt;the Bay fog vanished&lt;br /&gt;only for a beat in memory &lt;br /&gt;it lingers forever.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a libation tonight&lt;br /&gt;for a true trooper&lt;br /&gt;a drum beat for culture&lt;br /&gt;africanness beyond madness&lt;br /&gt;a different drummer&lt;br /&gt;sounds of freedom &lt;br /&gt;round the world&lt;br /&gt;hear the beat the rhythm of a new world&lt;br /&gt;babylon trembles at the sound&lt;br /&gt;gates of Jerico crumble&lt;br /&gt;drum beats &lt;br /&gt;stunted men fly in fear&lt;br /&gt;the war drum in their ears&lt;br /&gt;they are deaf from sound&lt;br /&gt;give the drummer some.&lt;br /&gt;Peace soldier!&lt;br /&gt;--Marvin X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2025971902133440365?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2025971902133440365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2025971902133440365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2025971902133440365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2025971902133440365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/kamau.html' title='Kamau'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-5878023586201380491</id><published>2009-11-30T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:37:10.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Growth to Womanhood</title><content type='html'>Spiritual Growth to Womanhood&lt;br /&gt;A Manual based on Proverbs 16&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;by&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nefertiti Jackmon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;70 pages, $15.00&lt;br /&gt;Black Bird Press&lt;br /&gt;1222 Dwight Way, Berkeley CA 94702&lt;br /&gt;Publication date: December, 2009&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Spiritual Growth to Womanhood is a how-to manual for the spiritual woman of any faith, but the text is an exegesis of Proverbs 16, a chapter deconstructing the perfect woman who walks on solid ground, confident and sure of herself, determined to succeed in spite of all odds, to take care of herself first, though she is not selfish, rather selfless and unconditional in her love of family and community. She is an entrepreneur, a hustler for the good of herself and family. Nefertiti takes us on a whirlwind journey with incidents from her own life to illustrate her points. The style is clean, smooth and uplifting, always on the positive in presenting solutions to problems faced by today's woman. But Proverb 16 offers a clear path to success if women take heed of ancestral wisdom.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The manual grew out of Nefertiti's desire for mentorship. Since it was difficult to find a mentor, God told her the answer was in Proverbs. And so it is.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This book is recommended for young and mature women who might also be in need of spiritual mentorship , although such mentorship is based on practical steps that include thinking critically, self esteem, independence and interdependence. She negates poverty consciousness in favor of prosperity consciousness, prayer but work, not passivity. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While her target is women, there is much wisdom in this manual that men might find insightful, for it describes the woman every successful man would want at his side. The book includes a blank page after each section for notes.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nefertiti Jackmon received her B.A. in English from Fresno State University, M.A. in Africana Studies from New York University, Albany. 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/&gt;Marvin X (Marvin E Jackmon) [El Muhajir]. Somethin' Proper: The Life and Times of a North American African Poet, Berkeley, CA: Black Bird P 1998 278 pp $29.95.&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X's autobiography Somethin' Proper  is one of the significant works to come out of the Black Arts Movement of the 1960s and 1970s. It sums up the story of perhaps the most important African American Muslim bard to appear in the United States during the Civil Rights era. It opens with an introduction by scholar Dr. Nathan Hare, an iconic figure in the founding of  Black Studies. &lt;br /&gt;Marvin X then takes center stage with an exploration of his life, juxtaposed with the rapidly changing movements of contemporary history: Civil Rights, the Black Arts Movement, Black Power and especially Elijah Muhammad's Nation of Islam.&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X was born Marvin E Jackmon in Fowler California, May 29, 1944, and grew up in West Fresno and West Oakland, California. His early education was in these cities, and he later attended Oakland City College (Merritt) and San Francisco State University, where he was awarded a B.A. and an M.A. in English. He emerged as an important  poetic voice among California black bards in the early 1960s, and wrote for several of the major Black Arts Movement journals of the period, including the Journal of Black Poetry, Soulbook, Black Dialogue, Black Theatre magazine, Black Scholar, Black World, and Muhammad Speaks. He was also a founding BAM playwright, working with Ed Bullins in Black Arts West Theatre in San Francisco, the Black House, also in San Francisco, with Bullins, Eldridge Cleaver, and Ethna Wyatt. 1968 he worked underground in Harlem, at the New  Lafayette Theatre. He was historian and associate editor of Black Theatre Magazine, a publication of&lt;br /&gt;the New Lafayette. &lt;br /&gt;During the last forty years, Marvin X has taught Black Studies, literature, journalism, radio and television writing, technical writing, creative writing, drama, and English at Fresno State University, the University of California, Berkeley and San Diego, the University of Nevada, Reno, San Francisco State University, Mills, Merritt and Laney colleges in Oakland, California.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;He recently did a national tour of his latest treatise Mythology of Pussy, a monograph black mothers and fathers are getting for their sons and daughters, despite the petit black bourgeoisie detractors.&lt;br /&gt;Recent books include a memoir of Eldridge Cleaver, My friend the Devil, Black Bird Press, 2009, How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy, BBP, 2007, Beyond Religion, toward Spirituality, BBP, 2006, Land of My Daughters, poems, 2005, Wish I could tell you the truth, BBP, 2005. His next book is The Wisdom of Plato Negro: A Hustler's Guide to the game called life, BBP, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Bird Press&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1222 Dwight Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berkeley CA 94702&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jmarvinx@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-1539313614965903096?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1539313614965903096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=1539313614965903096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1539313614965903096'/><link rel='self' 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It was a spiritual happening that makes me  want to start a church. As Raja noted, we had all the elements: spoken word, music, dance and visual  art. Of course this is known as theatre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes me think of church is the healing aspect of what we did, even the welcome from Charlie Walker, a very subdued Charlie Walker since losing his grandson to police violence a few  days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course Suzzette Celeste followed his message  with words of healing and inspiration.  And then she read the Preface from My friend the devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey Grier followed with Amiri Baraka's Introduction and later Geoffrey read the words of Huey Newton. Eugene Allen was outstanding reading the words of Eldridge Cleaver. Ayodele read chapter one, but she was a little under the weather with a tooth ache. We hope you are better today, Ayo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was a little long winded, especially yours truly when I decided to just tell the story of Eldridge. Of course the highlight for me was reading the poem Soul Gone Home, accompanied by Rashidah on guitar and the angelic dancers, Raynetta Rayzetta and Linda Johnson who praise danced as Rashidah sang an original song Who Will Remember Me? Raynetta's movement with wings actually took us to heaven and Linda&lt;br /&gt;co-signed with her gracious movement. So we had gods, devils and angels. This is why I say maybe we need a church--we  seem to have all the elements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me not forget the evening began with the trumpet of Earl Davis, an original member of Black Arts West Theatre on Fillmore Street, 1966.&lt;br /&gt;It ended with Ptah Allah El's poem Can You Spare Some Change? I joined him with my poem Can You Change. Elena said we should  take the show on the  road. We'll see. We thank all of you who participated and we thank Eastside Arts for hosting the event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-4585428461906987608?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4585428461906987608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=4585428461906987608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/4585428461906987608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/4585428461906987608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-friend-devil.html' title='My friend the devil'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-8371869611341469185</id><published>2009-11-21T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T10:51:53.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook | Inbox - THE ART OF MALIK SENEFERU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/inbox/readmessage.php?t=1275771222439"&gt;Facebook | Inbox - THE ART OF MALIK SENEFERU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-8371869611341469185?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/inbox/readmessage.php?t=1275771222439' title='Facebook | Inbox - THE ART OF MALIK SENEFERU'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8371869611341469185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=8371869611341469185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/8371869611341469185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/8371869611341469185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/facebook-inbox-art-of-malik-seneferu.html' title='Facebook | Inbox - THE ART OF MALIK SENEFERU'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2501526884635568521</id><published>2009-11-21T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T00:26:23.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornel West As Angry Black Man</title><content type='html'>Cornel West As Angry Black Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heaven is at the feet of your mother."&lt;br /&gt;--prophet Muhammad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cornel West discussed his latest book Living and Loving Outloud, a memoir, before an overflow audience at Barnes and Noble, Jack London Square this evening. Looking a little tattered and tired from 13 Bay Area book signings today, West recounted his childhood in Sacramento and the Bay Area. Oakland was where he last saw his father who passed away 15 years ago. In the audience was his mother, brother Cliff and first cousin Fuad Satterfield. West praised his mother and father, claiming all that he is comes from their love and nurturing. He chided those who think they are self made. No one is self made, he said. We all come from the roots of those who came before us and paved the way. He  said Malcolm X was shown love by Elijah Muhammad and that love gave Malcolm the power to become the great man we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, West went over to his mothing seated on the front row and kissed her. She took a napkin and wiped his sweat dripping forehead. He told how the community nutured him into the genius he is today, although noting he refused to salute the flag in the third grade because a relative was hanged in the south and wraped in the American flag. He was put out of school but when tested his IQ was 160, so he left the Chocolate school for a Vanilla education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In college he met St. Clair Drake, Martin Kilson and other intellectuals who saw his potential and mentored him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he claims to be an angry black man, as angry as he was in the third grade when he refused to salute the flag, for he is determined to fight for social justice. But we wonder how angry can a man be who is a tenured professor at Princeton University, on the lecture circuit at $20,000 per speech, and with a plethora of published books on the bestseller list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can understand his anger by recalling the words of the great scholar/activist W.E.B. DuBois when he stood before a million people in China's Tennimin Square being introduced by Chairman Mao. After Mao praise DuBois for  all his accomplishments, DuBois, with tears in his eyes, said, "Thank you, Chairman Mao, but in my country I am just a nigger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat., Nov 21, 8pm, Marvin X will read from his memoir of Eldridge Cleaver, My friend the devil, a metaphor for all people who may have demons in their midst. The reading will be at Eastside Culture Center,&lt;br /&gt;2277 International Blvd. Donation requested $10.00, but no one turned away. Call 510-355-6339 for more information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers include Ayodele Nzhingha, Suzzette Celeste, James W. Sweeney,&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey Grier, Ptah Allah El, Eugene Allah, Charlie Walker&lt;br /&gt;Music by Rashidah Mwongozi&lt;br /&gt;Dance by Linda Johnson and Raynetta Rayzetta&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2501526884635568521?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2501526884635568521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2501526884635568521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2501526884635568521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2501526884635568521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/cornel-west-as-angry-black-man.html' title='Cornel West As Angry Black Man'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-3530450277655900372</id><published>2009-11-18T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T10:56:35.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somali Woman Stoned to Death for Adultery</title><content type='html'>Somali woman stoned for adultery &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A 20-year-old woman divorcee accused of committing adultery in Somalia has been stoned to death by Islamists in front of a crowd of about 200 people. A judge working for the militant group al-Shabab said she had had an affair with an unmarried 29-year-old man. He said she gave birth to a still-born baby and was found guilty of adultery. Her boyfriend was given 100 lashes. It is thought to be the second time a woman has been stoned to death for adultery by al-Shabab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group controls large swathes of southern Somalia where they have imposed a strict interpretation of Islamic law which has been unpopular with many Somalis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lenient'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to reports from a small village near the town of Wajid, 250 miles (400km) north-west of the capital, Mogadishu, the woman was taken to the public grounds where she was buried up to her waist. The Islamists want to impose a strict version of Sharia on Somalia. She was then stoned to death in front of the crowds on Tuesday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge, Sheikh Ibrahim Abdirahman, said her unmarried boyfriend was given 100 lashes at the same venue. Under al-Shabab's interpretation of Sharia law, anyone who has ever been married - even a divorcee - who has an affair is liable to be found guilty of adultery, punishable by stoning to death. An unmarried person who has sex before marriage is liable to be given 100 lashes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BBC East Africa correspondent Will Ross says the stoning is at least the fourth for adultery in Somalia over the last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this month, a man was stoned to death for adultery in the port town of Merka, south of Mogadishu. His pregnant girlfriend was spared, until she gives birth. A girl was stoned to death for adultery in the southern town of Kismayo last year. Human rights groups said she was 13 years old and had been raped, but the Islamists said she was older and had been married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month, two men were stoned to death in Merka after being accused of spying. &lt;br /&gt;President Sheikh Sharif Sheikh Ahmed, a moderate Islamist, was sworn in as president after UN-brokered peace talks in January. Although he says he also wants to implement Sharia, al-Shabab says his version of Islamic law would be too lenient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country has not had a functioning national government for 18 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment by Marvin X&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Imagine all the people likely to be stoned to death in America if Islamic Sharia law were imposed. Because of the many backward notions in religions due to primitive mythology, I wrote Beyond Religion, toward Spirituality. Religion has outlived any usefulness in today's world. It is the cause of violence in the home, in the street and numerous wars across the planet, e.g., Christian Crusaders occupying Muslim lands throughout the Middle East and Africa.  The Christians are as backward, dogmatic and narrow minded as Muslims. What right do they have to impose democracy or any part of their warped, hypocritical moral vision on people when they have yet come to terms with the cross and the lynching tree.&lt;br /&gt;Can religion be summed up as man's attempt to control women? She outsmarted,  fooled and deceived Adam in the Garden and has suffered ever since.So her body, mind and soul must be guarded against, watched over and never allowed an iota of freedom. She is thus the property of men who "maintain" her even though today women are often quite able to maintain themselves and men, yet the man "pays the cost to be the boss," though this may be an illusion, a figment of his imagination from times past.&lt;br /&gt;Whether it is gang rape, partner violence, emotional and verbal abuse, the woman suffers greatly from the men she loves--again, the concept of honor killings reveal that even her father, brothers, husband, uncle, cousins,  may seek her life if she steps outside the door of primitive patriarchal mythology found in the various religions. In the church she is condemned for being a "church ho" but her preacher is forgiven--even rewarded  for his "pimping in the name of the Lord."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-3530450277655900372?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3530450277655900372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=3530450277655900372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3530450277655900372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3530450277655900372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/somali-woman-stoned-to-death-for.html' title='Somali Woman Stoned to Death for Adultery'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-1237362250575759215</id><published>2009-11-17T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T23:05:42.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Stop Killing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nathanielturner.com/howtostopkilling.htm"&gt;How to Stop Killing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How To Stop The Killing in the Pan African Hood&lt;br /&gt;By Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;"The reactionaries will never put down their butcher knives,&lt;br /&gt;they will never turn into Buddha heads."—Mao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are talking about a condition in the hearts of men, an evil sore festering and stinking like rotten meat, to use that Langston Hughes metaphor. It is a spiritual disease more prevalent than HIV, for it consumes whole countries, not only Pan Africa, but it may be said to originate in Europe because lying and murder is the great theme of this culture, and Africa and Africans throughout the Diaspora are victimized and suffer this malady equally with their colonial Mother. See how Europe butchered the butcher's sons in Iraq, or is this the democratic way of life she is bringing to the sand nigguhs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is how to throw off the vestiges of colonialism to become the New Man and New Woman. Of course, we must first recognize how sick colonialism has made us throughout Pan Africa. Somehow we must bow down and ask forgiveness of our Higher Power, the ancestors, the living and the yet unborn. There must be a cleansing ritual performed until the mud and slime of Western culture is purged from our minds, bodies and souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Western gods must be destroyed, crushed to the earth and stomped into eternity, for they have blessed us with ignorance, superstition, greed, lust and pure evil, allowing us to become worse than beasts in the field, committing the worse atrocities, yea, even worse than all the teaching of our colonial masters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt Africa is paying for the great sin of sending her sons and daughters into slavery. Has Africa asked forgiveness of herself, yet she wails for apology from the slave master's children. Has she given reparations to her descendants lost in the wilderness of North America? Has she ever sent a symbolic ship or plane to bring them home? So Pan Africa lives a slow death because she allows corrupt, boastful, arrogant leaders to control her  nations, her leaders shelter each other, covering their multiple sins, protecting themselves from people's justice who would rightfully hang them like Mussolini and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like jack in the box, Pan Africa must jump out of her iniquities, she must call forth the divine energy within the bowels of her soul and step into the New Day of light, breath and health. She cannot allow her children to devour her from coast to coast, sea to sea, from America to Africa, but children only mock the behavior of adults, so we cannot blame them, children are children, so adults must step to the front of the line, no matter how busy they are doing nothing, for they are surely doing nothing if the village is in chaos, security being the top priority of civilization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone must become the central command, every man and woman must be about the business of teaching new values, new ways of thinking and acting that are not harmful to the human soul and the human condition. The world is so full of wisdom it escapes us because our quest is for the trivial, the low things of life, not the things in the upper room, but those in the basement, in the gutter of our minds and hearts, that is where we dwell, that is our focus and this is why we suffer. Kobe gives his wife a four million dollar rock, but will it placate her soul, will material things correct a spiritual problem of faith and trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The West has a sordid history buying people as Pan Africa can attest, but everyone is not for sale, those of integrity will jump ship, will eat the whip and the gun, for persecution is worse than slaughter, the Qur'an teaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, physical weapons cannot solve the problem. Look at Israel, she has the all the modern weapons but she cannot defeat the spirit of a people determined to be free. So Pan Africa's children can and must be armed with a new consciousness. Even Fidel Castro has said the new weapon is consciousness! Like Johnny Appleseed, we must go about spreading consciousness, teaching unconditional love and forgiveness, sharing knowledge and wealth with the poor and ignorant, the brokenhearted and oppressed. I am not trying to be sentimental, but we can and must flip the script as they say in the hood. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Again, like Jack, we must jump out the box of mental and physical oppression by taking a new look at reality, by stopping a moment to wonder at the pleasure in the sun, the trees, the sea and mountains, the glory of being alive each moment to share human love, being grateful we have a moment on this earth to whisper truth to children that they may rise and be a pleasure to the ancestors watching everywhere. Yes, we must transcend block man and block woman, the block within ourselves even, and reach forth into the realm of new possibilities, not allowing evil and her brothers and sisters to control the air and sun that comes each day blessing us with another moment to walk in the light, escaping the darkness of ignorance, greed and lust and violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black men, go into the hood and take the guns from your sons, yes the sons you abandoned, neglected and rejected, the sons who look like you although you deny this, the sons who walk with sad hearts, hardened because they long for you, for your love and guidance, for your wisdom and strength, after all, Mama did all she could to raise her manchild in the promised land.&lt;br /&gt;*   *   *   *   * &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Response to "Killing in the Pan Africa Hood"&lt;br /&gt;By Rudolph Lewis &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin, there is great wisdom that should be heeded in your essay "How To Stop The Killing in the Pan African Hood."  I am aware that a new set of values (though possessed by our enslaved ancestors but now abandoned under the "new world order") and a new perspective of our place in the world, of our past and future are earnestly needed in these dire times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important of these new perspectives is couched in your paragraph that reads as follows: &lt;br /&gt;Has Africa asked forgiveness of herself, yet she wails for apology from the slave masters' children. Has she given reparations to her descendants lost in the wilderness of North America? Has she ever sent a symbolic ship or plane to bring them home? So Pan Africa lives a slow death because she allows corrupt, boastful, arrogant leaders to control her nations, her leaders shelter each other, covering their multiple sins, protecting themselves from people's justice who would rightfully hang them like Mussolini and his wife. &lt;br /&gt;In short, you suggest our critical sword should have a double edge—that is, the slave trade involved African nations and European nations collaborating for the purposes of wealth and power. They got rid of their "niggertrash." Many of those descendants of the tribal kings and chiefs who sold millions of slaves still play significant roles in the politics of today's African nations. And they will sell us again and their people again in the 21st century, if the World Bank and other internationalist (globalist), corporatist agencies offer the right price. (Check out Paul Kingsnorth's essay on South Africa and the ANCA Shattered Dream.)&lt;br /&gt;In the contest for wealth and power, "black" and "white," however, are not real distinctions but illusions, a means for escapism or sidetracking those who wish to do the "good." I know "evil" has become a popular theme in the discussion of international politics and the resistance to corporate imperialism, especially from the bully pulpit of the presidency. So-called righteous men love to stand behind such symbolic bulwarks. I hope we do not become agents of such trite rhetoric—it indeed will lead us astray. It is necessary that we keep on the straight and narrow and keep both edges of our sword whetted sharp.&lt;br /&gt;At no time must we sink back into mythologizing the world for the sake of political convenience, to hear merely the rhythm of our own voices. Beneath most Pan-African rhetoric (from the 19th century to the present), there is this underlying notion of Africa as paradise into which Satan (the white man) introduced evil. I recommend strongly that all Pan-Africanists and sympathizers and all other petty-bourgeois, pseudo-revolutionaries read the Malian Yambo Olouloguem's novel Bound to Violence. Or any non-romantic account of Africa before European trade began. Chinua Achebe's Things Fall Apart will provide some evidence even in the "wholeness" of tribal life, all was not well. Even though there was a sense of justice, and right and wrong. There were some practices or acts that were just horrid, unnecessary, and "evil."&lt;br /&gt;If true be told, there was more evil in Africa than one could shake a stick at. The process of empire building  in Africa by Africans themselves and the perennial struggles for power and the retention of power included the wholesale slaughter of tribes (genocide), butchery, debauchery of every sort (religious, political and social), cannibalism, incest, and so on—all these acts of evil existed before modern Europe stepped onto the soil of Africa or worked out its first deal for a cargo of slaves. The emperors, kings and queens, and chiefs—to whom we have become so inured (and want to imitate by dress, manners, and religion)—did not achieve those aristocratic titles by their sweetness and benevolence but by the same means we are familiar with today in those who strive to rule and conquer. That is, they did it the old-fashioned way—by violence, exploitation, and oppression..&lt;br /&gt;The aberrations we see in Africa and at home are not new. This violence for wealth and power is just as old as the first time one brother killed another for his wife or his ass. This contest for dominance has always been bloody and this violence and evil were not invented by Europe or whites. We must do away with this myth—the white man alone as incarnate Devil. Otherwise, in a perverse way, we make Africans less than human—we make them into externally corrupted angels.&lt;br /&gt;There is no sanctity in having a black skin or in Africanity. This type of mythologizing gives our leaders too much credit and too much room for collaboration with corporate power and  a means of duping the masses of the poor and the black working classes. It is no longer sustainable that we ask or recommend that the masses of "Pan-Africa" to live vicariously by distant observation and/or proximity to power and wealth. That an elite should live in comfort and security while the great masses attend them hand and foot with all their hearts and souls is no longer acceptable if we truly have egalitarian goals for our society. . &lt;br /&gt;That kind of barbaric nobility is no longer proper in a civilized world in which democracy and human rights have been given revitalized meanings in which every man is a king and queen, or at least be acknowledged with that kind of respect, integrity, and dignity.&lt;br /&gt;Our critical sword should not only land on the heads of the great aberrations of society—the likes of a Idi Amin, a Mobutu, a Bokassa, or a Sgt. Doe or a Charles Taylor, but also those respectable heads of state like Mbeki, Obasanjo, and the other African leaders who smilingly welcomed Bush to Africa and are ever-ready to make their deals with globalization. Such African leaders with such narrow interests sold our ancestors into the Americas. &lt;br /&gt;And not only those African leaders there, but also here at home, we should do some swinging at our black elected and appointed officials (city councilmen, legislators, cabinet secretaries), yes and also corporate and ecclesiastical functionaries, and other notable heads, such as the leaders of  civil rights organizations like the NACCP, whose board is ruled by corporate executives or such flunkies and running dogs. They too must be made to pay for their sins of neglect and moral blindness.&lt;br /&gt;If we lapse into the anti-white, anti-American, anti-Western rhetoric, we will sorely miss the point and provide more fuel for these black elites to further misdirect the energies of the masses of Pan-Africa along lines of escapism and support for the status quo.&lt;br /&gt;If we are to make real changes within our communities some of our petty bourgeois aspirations must be abandoned. We can no longer naively defend black middle-class sellout politicians and preachers. We must recognize a real change in the face, rhetorical aspirations, and the present corporate ties that our leaders have established. It is fine to cite Walter Rodney's How Europe Underdeveloped Africa, as some  Pan-Africanist Marxists  tend to do. That is well indeed. I am far from a white apologist—a corner in which some may want to paint me. But I do not want to be a black apologist, either -- I was not taught that way.&lt;br /&gt;The NAACP is headquartered here in Baltimore and they just had a conference and they had nothing to say about the 40% unemployment rate here among black males (18-35); the high murder rate (about 300 a year, mostly young black males); a 50% drop-out rate from high school; neighborhoods in which only 25% of adults have a high school diploma. Brothers and sisters are paraded to jails like our ancestors to Goree Island!!! Whatever the justification for their apprehension is inadequate and should cause some shame to those who run this city and those who support the powers to be—which here in a majority black city, means a black middle class and those who work government jobs or receive money from corporate elites&lt;br /&gt;Damn, brother, we have grown ass men on the corner selling single cigarettes for 35 cents a piece. What kind of enterprise is that? And it is not just a few. Is that any way to gain a livelihood? And our shit-head leaders are worrying about whether Bush or democratic presidential candidates come to their meeting. Ain't that a matter to be indignant and upset about? But it seems we are so spiritually sick we take it as a norm the misery and the downtrodden state of the poor (black and white). That the oppressed  are overlooked and allowed to continue to sink into the abyss is a grand betrayal by our leaders.  Murder and mayhem is not just coming from the bottom dregs of society. We have a general slavery and devastation in which silence and passivity is imposed by poverty, the gun, and prisons?  With these reservations, I support heartily the sentiments contained in your plea for earnest black work, black renewal, and black progress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X has taught English, African American literature, journalism, creative writing, drama, technical writing at various colleges and universities, including: University of California, Berkeley and San Diego, San Francisco State University, University of Nevada, Reno and elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;For more writings by Marvin X, go to www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com.  Or write to Black Bird Press, 1222 Dwight Way, Berkeley CA 94702. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Marvin X is available for speaking/readings. Call 510-355-6339 or email: jmarvinx@yahoo.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-1237362250575759215?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1237362250575759215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=1237362250575759215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1237362250575759215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1237362250575759215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-to-stop-killing.html' title='How to Stop Killing'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-6914717262578587178</id><published>2009-11-16T16:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:53:51.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Pablo Police Murder Charlie Walker's Grandson</title><content type='html'>San Pablo Police Murder Charlie Walker's Grandson&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We heard the news all weekend that the San Pablo police killed a 16 year old fleeing from an alleged car jacking. The news said although the 16 year old did not have a gun, he was shot anyway because they "thought" he might have a gun. We thought this was strange for the police to kill the young man because they "thought" he had a gun. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My friend Charlie Walker called this morning to tell me the young man was his grandson, the son of his oldest daughter, Yolanda. Shortly before his call my daughter had dropped off my grandson for me to baby-sit while she ran an errand. After the news from Charlie, I looked at my grandson a different way, although he is only two I wondered will he live to 16. We all live in a danger zone--if the police don't kill us because they think we have a gun, a brother might take us out for some meaningless reason. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;What must be done in the danger zone? We must put on the armor of God as protection against the police and our brothers. The armor of God is consciousness of our mission and purpose. It is being ever on the alert and not getting caught up in meaningless bullshit, petty crimes and activities that put our lives in jeopardy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Our prayers go out to the Walker family and especially his daughter, Yolanda.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As-salaam-Alaikum,&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-6914717262578587178?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6914717262578587178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=6914717262578587178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/6914717262578587178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/6914717262578587178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/san-pablo-police-murder-charlie-walkers.html' title='San Pablo Police Murder Charlie Walker&apos;s Grandson'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-1112817532898327502</id><published>2009-11-16T01:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T01:08:22.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology of Love</title><content type='html'>The Mythology of Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Say Pussy&lt;br /&gt;just beat your woman half to death&lt;br /&gt;because you own her&lt;br /&gt;she yo private property&lt;br /&gt;don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;just gang rape from America to Africa&lt;br /&gt;from the streets of Richmond to the DA's office&lt;br /&gt;don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;that's a nasty word&lt;br /&gt;just cut off clitoris&lt;br /&gt;it's African tradition&lt;br /&gt;and we african to the bone&lt;br /&gt;don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;let AIDS infect the world&lt;br /&gt;but don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;say vagina&lt;br /&gt;cunt&lt;br /&gt;anything but pussy&lt;br /&gt;say cat&lt;br /&gt;dog&lt;br /&gt;boo&lt;br /&gt;anything but pussy&lt;br /&gt;nastiest word in creation&lt;br /&gt;we presume&lt;br /&gt;don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;just be a church ho&lt;br /&gt;jezebel in the temple&lt;br /&gt;don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;people might understand &lt;br /&gt;it's a woman's body not man's&lt;br /&gt;not his pussy but hers&lt;br /&gt;24/7 she owns it&lt;br /&gt;you don't have a pussy&lt;br /&gt;you don't have a pussy &lt;br /&gt;pussy man&lt;br /&gt;get the concept baby boy&lt;br /&gt;now you got 25 to life for rape&lt;br /&gt;don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;say asshole from now on&lt;br /&gt;don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;abuse yo wife cause she gave up some&lt;br /&gt;to yo buddy&lt;br /&gt;only after you fucked her best friend&lt;br /&gt;but don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;cause you own it&lt;br /&gt;paid for it&lt;br /&gt;got it legal&lt;br /&gt;not in the alley&lt;br /&gt;in yo house&lt;br /&gt;so abuse it accuse it&lt;br /&gt;but don't say it&lt;br /&gt;send yo woman to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;two black eyes&lt;br /&gt;why not kill her cause she gave it up&lt;br /&gt;in a revenge fuck&lt;br /&gt;you taught her to say&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have no evidence &lt;br /&gt;I gave it up"&lt;br /&gt;you told her that many times&lt;br /&gt;on yo pussy runs&lt;br /&gt;but don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;in anger management class&lt;br /&gt;court mandated&lt;br /&gt;since you so warped&lt;br /&gt;wanna beat her&lt;br /&gt;why not beat the white man&lt;br /&gt;beat yo boss&lt;br /&gt;not yo woman, yo pussy&lt;br /&gt;you love so much&lt;br /&gt;but it's gone now&lt;br /&gt;ain't coming back&lt;br /&gt;you so crude and rude&lt;br /&gt;don't say pussy&lt;br /&gt;just think about it.&lt;br /&gt;think about who taught you pussy was dirty, nasty&lt;br /&gt;the church, the pope, the bishop fucking little boys&lt;br /&gt;what he know bout pussy&lt;br /&gt;ain't pussy God's mother&lt;br /&gt;holy mary mother of God&lt;br /&gt;who taught you pussy was nasty, funky&lt;br /&gt;was it religions of men&lt;br /&gt;wanting control of women and the fruit of their womb&lt;br /&gt;control of property&lt;br /&gt;control of the world&lt;br /&gt;who are these men&lt;br /&gt;did they come from women&lt;br /&gt;did women teach them this madness&lt;br /&gt;was it her breast milk&lt;br /&gt;her kindness&lt;br /&gt;wiping their asses&lt;br /&gt;snotty noses&lt;br /&gt;was it mama's hands taught them this&lt;br /&gt;yet they hate pussy&lt;br /&gt;will beat it to death, throw it in the Bay, on the roadside, in  the woods&lt;br /&gt;in the backyard, in the wall&lt;br /&gt;what kind of people are these&lt;br /&gt;constructing a world to hate pussy&lt;br /&gt;the very thing that gave them life&lt;br /&gt;won't let it be free&lt;br /&gt;want to cage it box it handcuff it tie it up in the closet&lt;br /&gt;what manner of man is this&lt;br /&gt;what beast what cave animal what dog&lt;br /&gt;still cave acting in the modern world&lt;br /&gt;actually hating that which he loves&lt;br /&gt;some kind of schizophrenic devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't do without pussy for five minutes&lt;br /&gt;he wants to cum&lt;br /&gt;wants some head&lt;br /&gt;wants some yeah pussy&lt;br /&gt;wants some ass&lt;br /&gt;wants wants wants&lt;br /&gt;but hates hates hates pussy&lt;br /&gt;a sick man really&lt;br /&gt;go to the pussy doctor&lt;br /&gt;not the gyno but the psycho&lt;br /&gt;talk to him bout yo problem&lt;br /&gt;why you so warped demented deranged&lt;br /&gt;want to get violent over her pussy&lt;br /&gt;that you can't own no matter what the papers say&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much you pay on yo pussy bill&lt;br /&gt;you can't own it dog&lt;br /&gt;don't think you own it for a minute cause you don't you can't &lt;br /&gt;it's not yours to own baby boy&lt;br /&gt;get a life a real life in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;before the end of the world&lt;br /&gt;don't you see it coming&lt;br /&gt;and you still stuck on stupid&lt;br /&gt;go be dead in this life &lt;br /&gt;dead in the hereafter&lt;br /&gt;be careful&lt;br /&gt;pussy gives life and pussy takes life&lt;br /&gt;you can't beat it&lt;br /&gt;too strong &lt;br /&gt;you lose in the end&lt;br /&gt;pussy always wins &lt;br /&gt;pussy bad&lt;br /&gt;better ax somebody.&lt;br /&gt;go get a healing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;11/15/09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-4835555512540858093</id><published>2009-11-14T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T19:01:18.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin X Reads My friend the Devil, Eldridge Cleaver</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, November 21, 8pm&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X reads and discusses&lt;br /&gt;his memoir of Eldridge Cleaver--&lt;br /&gt;My Friend the Devil&lt;br /&gt;intro by Amiri Baraka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers include: Ayodele Nzingha, Suzzette Celese, Geoffrey Grier, &lt;br /&gt;Ptah Allah El, Eugene Allen, James W. Sweeney, Charlie Walker&lt;br /&gt;Musical accompanient by Rashidah Mwongozi&lt;br /&gt;Dance Linda Johnson, Raynetta Raynetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastside Cultural Center&lt;br /&gt;2277 International Blvd,&lt;br /&gt;Oakland&lt;br /&gt;call 510-533-6629&lt;br /&gt;donation $10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the funniest book of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;The more you know about black &lt;br /&gt;history, the funnier it is.&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. James Garrett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X is one of America's&lt;br /&gt;great story tellers. Maybe second&lt;br /&gt;only to Mark Twain. Of course I'd place&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X ahead of him even.&lt;br /&gt;--Rudolph Lewis, editor, www.nathanielturner.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! MX is reminiscing, I must say, entertainingly,&lt;br /&gt;about his historic dalliance w/shaitan.&lt;br /&gt;--Amiri Baraka, from intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Marvin...get it all out, write it out, dance it out,&lt;br /&gt;cry it out, swear it out, walk it out, work it out, thank you&lt;br /&gt;for sharing. --Tarika Lewis, violinist, activist and first Black Panther female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Bird Press, 1222 Dwight Way, Berkeley 94702&lt;br /&gt;510-355-6339&lt;br /&gt;$19.95&lt;br /&gt;www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;To book Marvin X at colleges and universities: &lt;br /&gt;jmarvinx@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;510-355-6339&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you missed the Marvin X Production of Amiri Baraka's 75th Birthday Celebration at San Francisco's Jazz Heritage Center Monday afternoon, please don't miss his reading this Sat., Nov 21, 8pm at Eastside Culture Center, 2277 International Blvd. The Jazz Heritage Center event was an explosion of black spiritual consciousness produced by the co-founder of the Black Arts Movement. In 1966, along with playwright Ed Bullins, Ethna Wyatt (Hurriyah Asar), Duncan Barber, Hillary Broadous and Carl Bossiere, Marvin X established the Black Arts West Theatre at Fillmore and Turk, in an abandoned theatre around the corner from Dr. Carlton Goodlett's Sun Reporter newspaper office. Black Arts West was the west coast counterpart of Amiri Baraka's Black Arts Repertory Theatre in Harlem. Marvin later came to Harlem and joined Ed Bullins at the New Lafayette Theatre. Marvin was associate editor of Black Theatre Magazine, a publication of the New Lafayette. He also contributed to Black Dialogue, the Journal of Black Poetry, Soulbook, Negro Digest/Black World, Black Scholar and Muhammad Speaks. In Harlem he worked with Askia Toure, Milford Graves, Mae Jackson, Amiri Baraka, Sun Ra, Sonia Sanchez, Nikki Giovanni, Haki Madhubuti, the Last Poets, Barbara Ann Teer and others. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday he will read from his memoir of Black Panther Minister of Information, Eldridge Cleaver, author of the 60s bestseller Soul on Ice. Marvin X met Cleaver when the staff of Black Dialogue visited the Soledad Prison black culture club, 1966. Upon his release from Soledad, Cleaver hooked up with Marvin X and they organized Black House, a political/cultural center on Broderick Street in San Francisco. Black House associates included Ed Bullins, Hurriyah Asar, Willie Dale, Samual Napier, Emory Douglas, Chicago Art Ensemble, Amiri and Amina Baraka, Avotcja,Sarah Webster Fabio, Lil Bobby Hutton and others. After a dispute with the cultural workers, Black House transformed into the San Francisco headquarters of the Black Panther Party.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Marvin X had introduced Eldridge Cleaver to Bobby Seale and Huey Newton, his classmates from Oakland's Merritt College. Cleaver immediately joined the BPP and became minister of information. The Panthers tried to recruit Marvin but he joined the Nation of Islam and later fled into exile to Toronto, Canada because he opposed the war in Vietnam. He returned underground to America but after he was denied a teaching position at Fresno State University, 1969 (at Gov. Ronald Reagan's request) and was found guilty of refusing induction, he fled into exile a second time, this time to Mexico City and Belize, Central America. Marvin was deported from Belize and returned to the US. He spent five months in Federal prison, Terminal Island. After his 1968 shootout with Oakland police (Lil Bobby Hutton was murdered in cold blood by the OPD), Cleaver followed Marvin X into exile, fleeing to Cuba,&lt;br /&gt;Algeria, France, the Middle East, North Vietnam, North Korea and China. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, Marvin, along with Ayodele Nzingha, Geoffrey Grier, James W. Sweeney, Ptah Allah El, Eugene Allen,Suzzette Celeste, (with  music and dance accompaniment by Rashidah Mwongozi, Linda Johnson, Raynetta Rayzetta), will read from his memoir of Eldridge Cleaver. This narrative is black liberation history, black arts movement history and radical American literature.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Marvin's narrative covers his relationship with Cleaver from the 1966 Soledad prison meeting to his death, May 1, 1998. Marvin officiated his memorial service in Oakland. When Cleaver returned from exile, Marvin organized his ministry to Born Again Christians, Mormons and Moonies. He was Cleaver's chief of staff, secretary, editor of his newsletter, body guard and driver. In the docudrama One Day in the Life, Marvin recounted his crack addiction along with Cleaver and Huey Newton. One critic says My Friend the Devil is as much an autobiography of Marvin X as it is a biography of Eldridge Cleaver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-4835555512540858093?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4835555512540858093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=4835555512540858093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/4835555512540858093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/4835555512540858093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/marvin-x-reads-my-friend-devil-eldridge.html' title='Marvin X Reads My friend the Devil, Eldridge Cleaver'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-6333692267575374797</id><published>2009-11-12T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:58:42.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiri Baraka at Black Arts West, SF</title><content type='html'>Amiri Baraka Entertains in SF&lt;br /&gt;“Lowku” versus Haiku, revives Fillmore Spirit&lt;br /&gt;By Lee Hubbard and Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a black suit with a kente cloth tie, Amiri Baraka, celebrating his 75th birthday, was at ease in the center stage at Yoshi’s jazz club in San Francisco, as the Howard Wiley trio played.The crowd featured a cross section of racially mixed older men and women who remembered the golden days when Baraka was one of the most controversial poets in the country during the 1960’s and 1970’s. It was during this time he was one of the main forces behind the Black Arts Movement, which was a reaffirmation on black culture and aimed to change the cultural and social conditions of African American people. In his performance with the Howard Wiley trio playing background music to go along with his poetry which lasted roughly an hour and twenty minutes, Baraka displayed a level of feistiness and political awareness in his works.He performed several of his poems including Newark, which talks about Baraka’s hometown and the love he has for the city in&lt;br /&gt;its bright and dark time. He named this form of poetry as “Lowku”, a “take off of Haiku, but for the illiterate.” His show was broken into two acts and after performing for forty minutes and taking a fifteen minute break; he came back with some of his most political and up-tempo poems of the evening.“Undirected, misdirected/be unknown to the most except the host,” said Baraka in the poem Funk lore. Baraka also performed Play Dat, which was performed over a fast up-tempo jazz beat. This poem was dedicated to poets John Hicks and Hilton Rueves, who Baraka spent time with before they died. He received a standing ovation. He ended the evening with, “Somebody Blew up America,” which was based on the 9/11 bombings and his interpretation of terror. This poem caused the then Governor at the time Jim McGreevy to tell Baraka he had to apologize because Baraka was the poet laureate of the state. Baraka refused. The practice of naming poet&lt;br /&gt;laureates was ended, which Baraka joked, made him the last poet laureate of New Jersey. Baraka’s electric performance showed the power of words. And the performance by the Howard Wiley Trio was equally as solid as they played tunes from Ornette Coleman, “Kansas City" by Count Basie and several other classical jazz tunes.Earlier in the day, Baraka conducted a book reading and was on a panel discussion with various writers including Cecil Brown, Dr. Dorothy Tsuruta, Jimmy Garrett, Abdul Sabry, Ptah Allah El, Rev. George Murray, and Marvin X who had invited Baraka to the bay area, and others at the Fillmore Heritage Center. His life and legacy was later celebrated at his 75th birthday celebration at the Lush Life Center, which brought back many of the old poets and writers to celebrate his career and writing.“This is bringing back the old Fillmore spirit,” said Marvin X. His event at the Media Center opened with a welcome only Charlie Walker&lt;br /&gt;can deliver. Then the invocation by Suzzette Celeste, picking up on Charlie's plea for black folks to "get involved and do something for self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various poets and writers gave a two-minute praise of AB, including Black Dialogue magazine founder Arthur Sheridan, San Francisco poet emeritus devorah major; the mother of Bay Area journalism, Jerri Lange, and other poets. The poet segment was facilated by Ayodele Nzingha, who read a recently penned poem entitled Reasons. Musicians Augusta Collins and Rashidah Mwongozi provided a musical interlude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Duke Williams gave the libation, in came a procession of the Linda Johnson African dancers, including Linda, Raynetta Rayzetta and Rashidah, with drummer Val Serrant and another drummer. The dancers praised Amiri Baraka at his feet. Queen Rev. Mutima Imani facilitated a blessing ritual inviting everyone to send Baraka love by saying together, "We honor you and respect you." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance segment was too much for event organizer Marvin X who was so moved with emotion he broke into tears of joy and was unable to speak for a moment as he began moderating the panel discussion Black Studies and Community. He called up James W. Sweeney who introduced Baraka with a praise poem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baraka talked of his work in black studies, including the time he came to San FranciscoState University to help establish black studies, after an invitation from BSU leader Jimmy Garrent, who spoke on the panel. Rev. George Murray presented his views, stressing his spiritual work in the community after going to jail during the '68 strike. An English instructor, George became minister of education of the Black Panther party. Abdul Sabry, a BSU founder, also editor of Black Dialogue (a key publication of the Black Arts Movement), stressed the Islamic roots of black studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ptah Allah el, a former Black Studies major, coined the time "Black Studies went to college and never came home." He read a poem on that theme, then introduced Dr. Dorothy Tsuruta of the Black Studies department. She tried to explain the good black studies has done the last forty years but encountered static from her fellow panelists who disagreed with her, citing the failure of black studies to create community projects. Bernard Stringer, a BSU and strike leader, had told Marvin X that black studies lasted one year in the community. After than, reaction sat in and has continued to this day. UC Berkeley professor Cecil Brown, author of Hey, Dude, What Happened to My Black Studies Department, spoke on the origin of the student movement in the south with the protests and sit-ins. He told how the student struggle was throughout the Bay Area, California and the nation. He cited the UC Berkeley student strike. Marvin X was himself the target of Gov. Ronald&lt;br /&gt;Reagan’s attack on black intellectuals. The same time Reagan attempted to removed Angela Davis from UCLA, he moved on Marvin X at Fresno State University, 1969.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X said told the audience this event is just the beginning of dialogue on critical issues in our community. The Jazz Heritage Center director, Peter Fitzsimmons was so elated with the turnout that he told Marvin X he has the green light to plan future events at the Jazz Heritage Center and Lush Life Gallery. Marvin X thanks the following for their support: Paul Cobb, Gene Hazzard, Adam Turner, Walter Riley, Rev. George Murray, Terri Collins, Jimmy Garrett, Christine Harris, Norman Brown, Dr. J Vern Cromartie, Suzzette Celeste, HuNia, Thomas Simpson, Wade Woods, Aubrey Labrie, Duke Williams, Geoffrey Grier, James W. Sweeney, Mutima Imani, Davey D, Eugene Allen, Paradise, Charlie Walker, Khalid Waajib, Emory Douglas, Wanda Sabir, Michael Lange, Duane Deterville, Earl Davis, Ken Johnson, Renee, Leon and Carolyn Teasley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-6333692267575374797?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6333692267575374797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=6333692267575374797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/6333692267575374797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/6333692267575374797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/amiri-baraka-at-black-arts-west-sf.html' title='Amiri Baraka at Black Arts West, SF'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-1084261490519686094</id><published>2009-11-12T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:57:32.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin X Reads His Eldridge Cleaver memoir: My Friend the Devil</title><content type='html'>On Saturday, November 21, 8pm&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X reads and discusses&lt;br /&gt;his memoir of Eldridge Cleaver--&lt;br /&gt;My Friend the Devil&lt;br /&gt;intro by Amiri Baraka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers include: Ayodele Nzingha, Suzzette Celese, Geoffrey Grier, &lt;br /&gt;Ptah Allah El, Eugene Allen, James W. Sweeney, Charlie Walker&lt;br /&gt;Musical accompanient by Rashidah Mwongozi&lt;br /&gt;Dance Linda Johnson, Raynetta Raynetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastside Cultural Center&lt;br /&gt;2277 International Blvd,&lt;br /&gt;Oakland&lt;br /&gt;call 510-533-6629&lt;br /&gt;donation $10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the funniest book of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;The more you know about black &lt;br /&gt;history, the funnier it is.&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. James Garrett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X is one of America's&lt;br /&gt;great story tellers. Maybe second&lt;br /&gt;only to Mark Twain. Of course I'd place&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X ahead of him even.&lt;br /&gt;--Rudolph Lewis, editor, www.nathanielturner.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! MX is reminiscing, I must say, entertainingly,&lt;br /&gt;about his historic dalliance w/shaitan.&lt;br /&gt;--Amiri Baraka, from intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Marvin...get it all out, write it out, dance it out,&lt;br /&gt;cry it out, swear it out, walk it out, work it out, thank you&lt;br /&gt;for sharing. --Tarika Lewis, violinist, activist and first Black Panther female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Bird Press, 1222 Dwight Way, Berkeley 94702&lt;br /&gt;510-355-6339&lt;br /&gt;$19.95&lt;br /&gt;www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;To book Marvin X at colleges and universities: &lt;br /&gt;jmarvinx@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;510-355-6339&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-1084261490519686094?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1084261490519686094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=1084261490519686094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1084261490519686094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1084261490519686094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/marvin-x-reads-his-eldridge-cleaver.html' title='Marvin X Reads His Eldridge Cleaver memoir: My Friend the Devil'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-8273241031373705943</id><published>2009-11-11T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:17:58.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>From: Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Paul Cobb, Conway Jones, Maxine Ussery, Jack Naidu, Gene Hazzard, Adam Turner, Ken Johnson, Kamau Amen-Ra, Khalid Waajib, Rev. George Murray, Walter Riley, Jimmy Garrett, Abdul Sabry,Aubrey Labrie, James W. Sweeney, Charlie Walker, Renee, Suzzette Celeste, Ayodele Nzingha, HuNia, Arthur Sheridan, Terry Collins, Oba T'shaka, Dr. Dorothy Tsuruta, Christine Harris, Cecil Brown,Linda Johnson, Augusta Collins, Rashidah Mwongozi, Val Serrant, Raynetta Rayzetta, Mutima Imani, Peter Fitzsimmons, Delores, Jerri Lange, Michael Lange, devorah major, jahahara, Cecil Brown, Eugene Allen, Ptah Allah El, Duke Williams, J Vern Cromartie, Zahieb Mwongozi, Charles Blackwell, Geoffrey Grier, Shukuru, Phil Hutchins, Wanda Sabir, Safi, Paradise, devorah major, thomas Simpson, Jahahara, Carolyn and Leon Teasley&lt;br /&gt;Re: Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friend,&lt;br /&gt;                 We deeply appreciate your support and participation in helping the Bay Area Writers, Artist, and Activists celebrate the 75th Birthday of Amiri Baraka.  Thank you  for attending because your presence and spirit helped to make this a most memorable event.  In the future we ask that you continue to share your energy  with us and support events sponsored by Blacks Arts West, and The Bay Area Writers, Artists, and Activist Coalition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love,&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, November 21, 8pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X reads and discusses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his memoir of Eldridge Cleaver--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friend the Devil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;intro by Amiri Baraka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers include: Ayodele Nzingha, Suzzette Celese, Geoffrey Grier, Ptah Allah El, Eugene Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical accompanient by Rashidah Mwongozi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Linda Johnson, Raynetta Raynetta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastside Cultural Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2277 International Blvd,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oakland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call 510-533-6629&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;donation $10.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the funniest book of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more you know about black &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;history, the funnier it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. James Garrett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X is one of America's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great story tellers. Maybe second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to Mark Twain. Of course I'd place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X ahead of him even.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Rudolph Lewis, editor, www.nathanielturner.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah! MX is reminiscing, I must say, entertaningly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about his historic dalliance w/shaitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Amiri Baraka, from intro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Marvin...get it all out, write it out, dance it out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cry it out, swear it out, walk it out, work it out, thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sharing. --Tarika Lewis, violinist, activist and first Black Panther female&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-8273241031373705943?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8273241031373705943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=8273241031373705943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/8273241031373705943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/8273241031373705943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-1549890544282422434</id><published>2009-11-07T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T16:31:15.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Staff of Baraka Celebration at Jazz Heritage Center</title><content type='html'>Earl Davis, trumpet player and longtime associate of Marvin X when he played at the Black Arts West/Theatre (circa 1966, along with Dewey Redman, Oliver Johnson, Rafeal Garrett, Monte Waters, BJ, et al) will serve as music director for the Amiri Baraka celebration at the Jazz Heritage Center. Earl also played with Sun Ra, one of the cofounders of the Black Arts Theatre in Harlem. Sun Ra also worked with Marvin X on the west coast at his Black Educational Theatre on O'farrel between Fillmore and Webster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl will coordinate the musicians for the musical/dance interlude. He will perform during the reception at Lush Life Gallery. Please give him respect as an elder and legend in his own right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda Johnson will serve as dance director for the processional. She will work with Rayetta Rayzetta, Rashidah Mwongozi, drummers Kele Nitoto and Val Serrant and additional dancers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayodele Nzingha will be stage manager and co-facilitator of the words of praise segment, co-facilitator is Arthur Sheridan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey Grier will assist Ayo on the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunia and Marvin X will serve as MCs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ptah Allah El will coordinate the video production team that consists of Adam Turner, Ken Johnson, Khalid Waajib, and photographers Kamau Amen-Ra and Gene Hazzard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Dialogue Brothers will head security (Abdul Sabry, Aubry Labrie, Duke Williams, Arthur Sheridan, Saadat Ahmed, Marvin X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-1549890544282422434?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1549890544282422434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=1549890544282422434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1549890544282422434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1549890544282422434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/staff-of-baraka-celebration-at-jazz.html' title='Staff of Baraka Celebration at Jazz Heritage Center'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-1144234946219886035</id><published>2009-11-06T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T07:08:13.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook | My Photos - Profile Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/mxjackmon?ref=profile#/photo.php?pid=30838577&amp;amp;id=1166896430"&gt;Facebook | My Photos - Profile Pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-1144234946219886035?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/mxjackmon?ref=profile#/photo.php?pid=30838577&amp;id=1166896430' title='Facebook | My Photos - Profile Pictures'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1144234946219886035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=1144234946219886035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1144234946219886035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1144234946219886035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/facebook-my-photos-profile-pictures.html' title='Facebook | My Photos - Profile Pictures'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-1508888682430130603</id><published>2009-11-05T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:36:42.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Hood: When the Doctor Goes Crazy</title><content type='html'>Fort Hood: When the Doctor Goes Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maj. Malik Hasan was a mental health worker who refused to return to the battle field. What did he know and when did he know it that caused him to unleash such terror upon his comrades? The irony is that it makes us wonder if the doctor was this sick, what might be the condition of his patients? Imagine, if they are sicker than he then we have a problem of an extreme degree. We know the post traumatic stress syndrome of soldiers returning from war--had Dr. Hasan seen too much stress in his patients, to the degree he would rather kill them than see them return to the battlefield, himself included?&lt;br /&gt;These are questions we must ask ourselves, since these are our sons and daughters going off to war. We know America has no business in Muslim lands--nothing can come of their presence no matter how long they remain. The war in Iraq appears to be winding down but in my mind the war has not started because the ultimate war shall be between the Sunnis and Shia who have a date with destiny and America can only delay the day of judgment between two sects that have been at war since the death of Prophet Muhammad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To delay the rise of Shia Islam and its expansion to the Mediterranean at the urging of the corrupt, oppressive Sunni regimes in Saudi Arabia, Egypt, Jordan, the Gulf States and Israel, the Americans will prolong their departure until they have diluted Shia majority rule in Iraq, and in the process check Iran, a brother Shia nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its presence in Afghanistan and Pakistan, America sinks deeper into the lands of people who clearly have no fear of death and worship it like a thirsty man craves water. So we should expect more suicides and homicides among the American military as they continue encountering Muslim death angels. The Christian soldiers will eventually depart the Muslim lands as they did during the Crusades, even if it takes one hundred years. For sure, the Muslims will never stop fighting until they depart. Meanwhile, we shall continue seeing the mental deterioration of US troops who have no mission other than to escape poverty and ignorance by becoming mercenaries for the capitalist war machine who profits greatly from supplying the tools of war made by corporations headed by retired military men and women.&lt;br /&gt;--Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X (El Muhajir) is the father of Muslim American literature and a cofounder of the Black Arts Movement. Some of his notable books include Fly to Allah (a seminal work in Muslim American literature), Woman-Man's Best Friend, Love and War, Wish I Could Tell You The Truth, In the Crazy House Called America, Land of My Daughters, Beyond Religion, toward Spirituality, How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy, Eldridge Cleaver: My Friend the Devil, the Mythology of Pussy, the Wisdom of Plato Negro: A Hustler's Guide to the Game Called Life.&lt;br /&gt;www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-1508888682430130603?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1508888682430130603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=1508888682430130603' 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Nzingha&lt;br /&gt;Confirmed Particpants for Amiri Baraka Celebration&lt;br /&gt;devorah major&lt;br /&gt;Jahahara&lt;br /&gt;Wade "Speedy" Woods&lt;br /&gt;Jerri Lange&lt;br /&gt;Michael Lange&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Oba'Tshaka&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Dorothy Tsuruta&lt;br /&gt;Norman Brown&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey Labrie&lt;br /&gt;Abdul Sabry&lt;br /&gt;Tarika Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Augusta Collins&lt;br /&gt;Linda Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Raynetta Rayzetta&lt;br /&gt;Val Serrant&lt;br /&gt;Rashidah Mwongozi&lt;br /&gt;Kele Nitoto&lt;br /&gt;James Sweeney&lt;br /&gt;Mutima Imani&lt;br /&gt;Suzzette Celeste&lt;br /&gt;Earl Davis&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Walker&lt;br /&gt;Adam Turner&lt;br /&gt;Ken Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Gene Hazzard&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Sheridan&lt;br /&gt;Duke Williams&lt;br /&gt;Walter Riley&lt;br /&gt;Rev. George Murray&lt;br /&gt;Cecil Brown&lt;br /&gt;Dr. James Garrett&lt;br /&gt;Terry Collins&lt;br /&gt;Christine Harris&lt;br /&gt;Kamau Amen-Ra&lt;br /&gt;Phavia Kujichagulia&lt;br /&gt;Paradise&lt;br /&gt;Ptah Allah El&lt;br /&gt;Elliott Bey&lt;br /&gt;Paul Cobb&lt;br /&gt;Leon Teasley&lt;br /&gt;Thomas Simpson&lt;br /&gt;Avotcja&lt;br /&gt;HuNia&lt;br /&gt;Saadat Ahmed&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Reed&lt;br /&gt;Pat Brown&lt;br /&gt;Shukuru&lt;br /&gt;Billy X Jennings&lt;br /&gt;Emory Douglas&lt;br /&gt;Wanda Sabir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction of Amiri Baraka by James Sweeney&lt;br /&gt;Amiri Baraka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Black Studies Went to College and Never Came Home!”—Ptah Allah El &lt;br /&gt;Panel Discussion on Black Studies and Community&lt;br /&gt;Amiri Baraka, Abdul Sabry, Mary Lewis, Rev. George Murray, Ptah Allah El,&lt;br /&gt;Cecil Brown, Dorothy Tsuruta, Jimmy Garrett&lt;br /&gt;Moderator: Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;Q and A&lt;br /&gt;Reception at Lush Life Gallery (1320 Fillmore)&lt;br /&gt;Organizers, Supporters, Sponsors:&lt;br /&gt;Post Newspaper Group (Paul Cobb, Jack Naidu, Conway Jones, Gene Hazzard, Adam Turner, Maxine Ussery), Jazz Heritage Center/Lush Life Gallery (Peter Fitzgerald), Black Dialogue Brothers (Aubrey Labrie, Abdul Sabry, Duke Williams, Saadat Ahmed, Al Young, Marvin X), Black Bird Press, San Francisco Recovery Theatre (Geoffrey Grier), Lower Bottom Playaz (Ayodele Nzingha), Dr. J. Vern Cromartie, James W. Sweeney, KPOO radio (Terry Collins, JJ), Afro-Solo (Thomas Simpson), Charlie Walker, August Collins, Khalid Waajib, Kamau Amenra, Kenneth Johnson, Paradise, Phavia, Raynetta Rayzetta,Ptah Allah el, Elliott Bey, Tony, Eugene Allen, Hunia, Rehema Ba, Walter Riley, Leon Teasley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Marvin X Production&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-8609572746405411383?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8609572746405411383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=8609572746405411383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/8609572746405411383'/><link 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/&gt;I got reasons&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for war&lt;br /&gt;Reasons for inner peace&lt;br /&gt;Reasons&lt;br /&gt;for my reasoning&lt;br /&gt;it ain't random&lt;br /&gt;you can put it on the margin&lt;br /&gt;call it fringe&lt;br /&gt;it’s a matter of the matter&lt;br /&gt;ya condition is in&lt;br /&gt;or the paradigm ya&lt;br /&gt;lens is in&lt;br /&gt;if its crazy to be sane&lt;br /&gt;then&lt;br /&gt;you know&lt;br /&gt;how a double &lt;br /&gt;consciousness go&lt;br /&gt;walking and wounded&lt;br /&gt;wounded still walking&lt;br /&gt;behind the veil&lt;br /&gt;seeing &lt;br /&gt;I got my reasons&lt;br /&gt;reasons&lt;br /&gt;why I flaunt my nappy hair&lt;br /&gt;still think in Ebonics&lt;br /&gt;fluent in my overstanding of&lt;br /&gt;the lens in ya literacy&lt;br /&gt;and i still be me&lt;br /&gt;got my reasons&lt;br /&gt;why I don't care bout&lt;br /&gt;ya reasons&lt;br /&gt;season after season&lt;br /&gt;it looks the same&lt;br /&gt;it ain't geography that's&lt;br /&gt;easy to see&lt;br /&gt;its beyond the lie of race&lt;br /&gt;it’s not nuanced in class&lt;br /&gt;(I pray ya the last of a dying&lt;br /&gt;breed) cuz I&lt;br /&gt;can't explain the greed&lt;br /&gt;what kind of fear&lt;br /&gt;prompts that kind of need&lt;br /&gt;but I see it&lt;br /&gt;and I reason&lt;br /&gt;I don't matter &lt;br /&gt;so I stay brave&lt;br /&gt;enough to smell rain coming&lt;br /&gt;get my news from the dead&lt;br /&gt;eat well&lt;br /&gt;sleep on clean sheets&lt;br /&gt;and wear oils of lavender and frankincense &lt;br /&gt;while I can&lt;br /&gt;I reason time belongs to God&lt;br /&gt;and you are&lt;br /&gt;not&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;br /&gt;you got ya reasons&lt;br /&gt;I guess to be confused&lt;br /&gt;manipulating thangs&lt;br /&gt;the way you do&lt;br /&gt;what's a lie told &lt;br /&gt;over and over&lt;br /&gt;its the truth&lt;br /&gt;broadcast it and&lt;br /&gt;make it divine&lt;br /&gt;but season&lt;br /&gt;after season &lt;br /&gt;I resist the &lt;br /&gt;change necessary&lt;br /&gt;to see through your &lt;br /&gt;eyes &lt;br /&gt;I got my reasons&lt;br /&gt;with this target&lt;br /&gt;on my back&lt;br /&gt;I lack the motivation&lt;br /&gt;to see how you reason&lt;br /&gt;your rationales &lt;br /&gt;decide ya bottom lines&lt;br /&gt;devise ya acceptable collateral&lt;br /&gt;damage tolerance&lt;br /&gt;i got little tolerance&lt;br /&gt;for ignorance&lt;br /&gt;and reasons&lt;br /&gt;not to trust you&lt;br /&gt;done studied you thru Tuskegee &lt;br /&gt;and the subways&lt;br /&gt;don't trust you on the airways&lt;br /&gt;seen you thru the haze&lt;br /&gt;covering the hi ways&lt;br /&gt;as you follow the oil pipe ways&lt;br /&gt;seen you &lt;br /&gt;my eyes were open&lt;br /&gt;(heard you plotting death &lt;br /&gt;and everyone's destruction)&lt;br /&gt;my ears were open&lt;br /&gt;(God don't forgive em&lt;br /&gt;they don't care what&lt;br /&gt;dem do)&lt;br /&gt;feel you wining&lt;br /&gt;when i am quiet&lt;br /&gt;so I got reasons&lt;br /&gt;to scream&lt;br /&gt;i got reasons&lt;br /&gt;to sleep eyes open&lt;br /&gt;I got reasons&lt;br /&gt;not to forget you&lt;br /&gt;jailer keys jangling from the&lt;br /&gt;belt below your fat belly&lt;br /&gt;I remember them dumb&lt;br /&gt;(its true you eat your young)&lt;br /&gt;big ass eco foot prints&lt;br /&gt;yes and ships&lt;br /&gt;planes &lt;br /&gt;bombs&lt;br /&gt;weapons of mass destruction&lt;br /&gt;and doctrine&lt;br /&gt;manifesting ya reasons&lt;br /&gt;to suit ya actions&lt;br /&gt;I got reasons to &lt;br /&gt;fear your secret thoughts&lt;br /&gt;and your out loud lies&lt;br /&gt;got reasons&lt;br /&gt;to hit ya with the stank eye&lt;br /&gt;while keeping my good eye on you &lt;br /&gt;got reasons&lt;br /&gt;to say ju ju when you pass&lt;br /&gt;spit in the road and burn herbs&lt;br /&gt;where are the souls that&lt;br /&gt;should show though the eyes&lt;br /&gt;I fear the reality &lt;br /&gt;behind your disguise&lt;br /&gt;I got reasons&lt;br /&gt;to pray to old Gods&lt;br /&gt;got reasons to&lt;br /&gt;read more than the gospel&lt;br /&gt;(yeah though I live in &lt;br /&gt;in Babylon where idiots do&lt;br /&gt;get they babble on)&lt;br /&gt;got reasons to&lt;br /&gt;teach my young to&lt;br /&gt;beware merry go rounds&lt;br /&gt;and lies about shiny things &lt;br /&gt;that you pay for with ya soul &lt;br /&gt;teaching em to remember&lt;br /&gt;no matter how it hurts &lt;br /&gt;to know the truth&lt;br /&gt;instructing them to&lt;br /&gt;ward off evil &lt;br /&gt;by working &lt;br /&gt;hex the devil&lt;br /&gt;by dreaming&lt;br /&gt;saying to them&lt;br /&gt;write poems&lt;br /&gt;don't kill one another&lt;br /&gt;even lyrically&lt;br /&gt;love the old&lt;br /&gt;protect the young&lt;br /&gt;sharpen intellects&lt;br /&gt;to sword points&lt;br /&gt;to make my point&lt;br /&gt;got reasons&lt;br /&gt;to keep reasoning&lt;br /&gt;with the tone deaf choir&lt;br /&gt;(more fire aya)&lt;br /&gt;until its&lt;br /&gt;too late&lt;br /&gt;for reason&lt;br /&gt;reasoning or&lt;br /&gt;reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-3932388901223112015?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3932388901223112015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=3932388901223112015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3932388901223112015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3932388901223112015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/11/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7956887735536103805</id><published>2009-11-02T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:58:52.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AlYoung.org » Blog Archive » MARVIN X ON “THE BLACK DIALOGUE BROTHERS TOUR”</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://alyoung.org/index.php/2009/06/19/marvin-x-on-the-black-dialogue-brothers-tour/"&gt;AlYoung.org » Blog Archive » MARVIN X ON “THE BLACK DIALOGUE BROTHERS TOUR”&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as we speak, America is raping, torturing, murdering and exploiting poor people around the world, from Iraq to Afghanistan 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. &lt;br /&gt;I just returned from a national tour promoting this monograph—I dropped seeds in Texas,&lt;br /&gt;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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-893077995715137243?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/893077995715137243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=893077995715137243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/893077995715137243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/893077995715137243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/rape-and-mythology.html' title='Rape and Mythology'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-5904503566765406713</id><published>2009-10-29T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:58:11.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Program for Amiri Baraka Celebration at Jazz Heritage Center, SF</title><content type='html'>Program for Amiri Baraka Celebration at the Jazz Heritage Center&lt;br /&gt;November 9, 2009, 3-7PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazz Heritage Media Center (1330 Fillmore), San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musical Interlude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Augusta Collins, Rashidah Mwongozi, Phavia Khujichagulia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome    Charlie Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invocation   Suzzette Celeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libations  Mutima Imani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of Praise   (2 min. max) Bay Area Writers&lt;br /&gt;Facilitators: Art Sheridan, Ayodele Nzingha&lt;br /&gt;Invited Writers:&lt;br /&gt;Angela Davis&lt;br /&gt;Al Young&lt;br /&gt;Art Sheridan&lt;br /&gt;Conyus&lt;br /&gt;Devorah major&lt;br /&gt;Opal Palmer Adisa&lt;br /&gt;Paul Cobb&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Seale&lt;br /&gt;Emory Douglas&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Walker&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey Grier&lt;br /&gt;Wanda Sabir&lt;br /&gt;Cecil Williams&lt;br /&gt;Janice Miritani&lt;br /&gt;Naru&lt;br /&gt;Cecil Brown&lt;br /&gt;Jerri Lange&lt;br /&gt;Michael Lange&lt;br /&gt;Avotcja Jiltonilro&lt;br /&gt;Andriette Earl&lt;br /&gt;Tarika Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Julia Hare&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Nathan Hare&lt;br /&gt;Duane Deterville&lt;br /&gt;Adam David Miller&lt;br /&gt;Peter Labrie&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy Tsuruta&lt;br /&gt;Oba T'Shaka&lt;br /&gt;Wade Nobles&lt;br /&gt;Chinaka Hodge&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne Hanna-Ware&lt;br /&gt;Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduction of Amiri Baraka by James Sweeney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiri Baraka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panel Discussion on Black Studies and Community&lt;br /&gt;“Black Studies Went to College and Never Came Home!”—Ptah Allah El&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiri Baraka, Abdul Sabry, Mary Lewis, Rev. George Murray, Ptah Allah El,&lt;br /&gt;Cecil Brown&lt;br /&gt;Moderator: Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q and A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reception at Lush Life Gallery (1320 Fillmore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Organizers, Supporters, Sponsors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post Newspaper Group (Paul Cobb, Jack Naidu, Conway Jones, Gene Hazzard, Adam Turner, Maxine Ussery), Jazz Heritage Center/Lush Life Gallery (Peter Fitzgerald), Black Dialogue Brothers (Aubrey Labrie, Abdul Sabry, Duke Williams, Saadat Ahmed, Al Young, Marvin X), Black Bird Press, San Francisco Recovery Theatre (Geoffrey Grier), Lower Bottom Playaz (Ayodele Nzingha), Dr. J. Vern Cromartie, James W. Sweeney, KPOO radio (Terry Collins, JJ), Afro-Solo (Thomas Simpson), Charlie Walker, August Collins, Khalid Waajib, Kamau Amenra, Kenneth Johnson, Paradise, Phavia, Raynetta Rayzetta,Ptah Allah el, Elliott Bey, Tony, Eugene Allen, Hunia, Rehema Ba.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-5904503566765406713?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5904503566765406713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=5904503566765406713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/5904503566765406713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/5904503566765406713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/program-for-amiri-baraka-celebration-at.html' title='Program for Amiri Baraka Celebration at Jazz Heritage Center, SF'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7874122015261816062</id><published>2009-10-25T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T13:40:13.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin X and Fresno State University, Forty Years Later</title><content type='html'>From: Ali &lt;aliespinoza@ sbcglobal. net&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: jmarvinx@yahoo. com&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Sun, October 25, 2009 12:14:45 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Concerned CSU, Fresno Student!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. Marvin X,&lt;br /&gt;I am a current Fresno State student.  You should know that we had one of the largest protests on campus last Wednesday, October 21 in opposition of the unfair treatment of students at the hands of administration.  Over 600 students marched in solidarity! Among the many problems we are facing is the risk of loosing many if not all ethnic and gender studies programs at Fresno State. Since you played a critical role in bringing ethnic studies to our campus, we thought you should know.  In this time of academic crisis on our campus students need all the allies we can find.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You should also know that our protest forced President Welty to meet with students on November 3, 2009 to negotiate a list of demands put forth by students.  This negotiation meeting will take place at the Peace Garden on campus.  We would really like you to  visit our campus sometime very soon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I look forward to your reply!   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;~Ali Espinoza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reply by Marvin X to Ali&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be honored to visit your campus ASAP. Tell your president Welty to bring Marvin X on campus and honor him for fighting for justice at FSU. In fact, fighting for justice for Fresno. Retired police sargeant Jack Kelly, founder of the Afro-American Museum, says, "When Marvin X fought to teach at FSU in 1969, he made things better for all of us, not just students. Black police couldn't patrol the white neighborhoods until he fought at FSU." Tell the president my fee is five grand plus fare and lodging. This is partial compensation for setting me up for assassination on the orders of Gov. Ronald Reagan, "Get that nigger off campus by any means necessary."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-7874122015261816062?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7874122015261816062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=7874122015261816062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7874122015261816062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7874122015261816062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/marvin-x-and-fresno-state-university.html' title='Marvin X and Fresno State University, Forty Years Later'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2101783951198224816</id><published>2009-10-25T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T01:11:54.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Black Panthers Celebrate Bobby Seale's 73rd Birthday at Laney College&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Saturday, November 24, surviving members of the Black Panther Party gathered at Oakland's Laney College to celebrate the legacy of the BPP and co-founder Bobby Seale's 73rd birthday. The Laney College forum was filled with elder Panthers, social activists, students and youth, seeking the meaning of the legendary Black Panther Party that shook up Oakland, America and the world. Panther leaders included Bobby Seale, Emory Douglas, Big Man Howard, Melvin Dixson, Rev. Dixon, Frank Vellum, and others. Activists present were Yuri Kochiyama, Greg Morozumi, Ann Williams, Wanda Sabir, Refa 1, Clarence Thomas et al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Seale was the keynote speaker and he gave a detailed history of the BPP, but letting the people know it was the rank and file who did the hard work, the many brothers and sisters history has forgotten or never knew who gave their sweat, blood and tears, indeed, their very lives in the cause of black liberation from American oppression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a conversation with a Laney College BSU member, Marvin X called for BPP elders and other senior activists to form the Elder's Council to address community issues, especially problems of street and partner violence. Why not set up an 800 number that people can call to for conflict resolution, rather than call 911 or resort to senseless violence. Let the elders meet to reconcile the matter. Youth should be able to call upon the Elder's Council for advice and wisdom. Elder Terry Collins noted that every elder should be assigned five youth to mentor and they should accompany elders in their daily round. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If elders made their presence felt on the street it would cause a decrease in violence, but too many elders are afraid of their own children so they say nothing for fear youth will disrespect them. We must cast away our fears and help our children. A youth passed me at my outdoor classroom downtown Oakland. His pants were sagging and I started to say something to him, but he apparently read my mind because before I could say anything he pulled up his pants and continued down the street. Sometimes it only takes a thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to see Bobby Seale's mind is sharp as ever and his memory is impeccable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank Billy X Jennings of It’s About Time and Melvin Dixon of the Commemorator for organizing the two day event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Marvin X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2101783951198224816?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2101783951198224816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2101783951198224816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2101783951198224816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2101783951198224816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/black-panthers-celebrate-bobby-seales.html' title=''/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-5686466564831417250</id><published>2009-10-22T07:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:49:39.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soulbook Editor Makes Transition</title><content type='html'>Mamadu Lumumba (Ken Freeman) was among the students at Oakland's Merritt College who came into black consciousness and sparked the black liberation movement in northern California during the early 1960s. He was a classmate of Huey Newton, Bobby Seale, Ernie Allen, Carol Freeman (his wife), Ann Williams, Richard Thorne, Isacc Moore, Sunni Shabazz, Marvin X and others who gathered on the steps of Merritt College, then located on Grove Street in the Oakland flatlands. Like most of the others, Ken was a member of Donald Warden's Afro-American Association, a black nationalist organization. He became the west coast editor of Soulbook, one of the major radical publications of the radical 1960s. Soulbook was associated with RAM or the Revolutionary Action Movement, spearheaded by Robert F. Williams and Max Stanford (Muhammad Ahmed). Ken also started the first Black Panther organization in the Bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mamadu Lumumba (Kenny Freeman)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Old warriors&lt;br /&gt;go home to the sun&lt;br /&gt;each day&lt;br /&gt;we get the news&lt;br /&gt;no longer shocking&lt;br /&gt;we wipe our eyes&lt;br /&gt;go about our work&lt;br /&gt;it is lonely at the top&lt;br /&gt;who can we visit&lt;br /&gt;who can we call&lt;br /&gt;have a drink at the bar&lt;br /&gt;rap on the corner&lt;br /&gt;smoke a joint&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;even women friends&lt;br /&gt;join the sun&lt;br /&gt;there is no escape&lt;br /&gt;for anyone&lt;br /&gt;only the line&lt;br /&gt;to the sun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;10.21.09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-5686466564831417250?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/5686466564831417250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=5686466564831417250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/5686466564831417250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/5686466564831417250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/soulbook-editor-makes-transition.html' title='Soulbook Editor Makes Transition'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-775949981679282774</id><published>2009-10-16T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:36:55.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Mike and Panel Discussion at Baraka 75 Celebration</title><content type='html'>Lush Life Gallery, 1320 Fillmore St., San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;Monday, November 9, 3-7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open Mike for Amiri Baraka75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be an open mike for writers/poets to express their love for&lt;br /&gt;Amiri  Baraka--two minute max! Open mike will follow 3pm photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invited writers include:&lt;br /&gt;Al Young&lt;br /&gt;Art Sheridan&lt;br /&gt;Angela Davis&lt;br /&gt;Bobby Seale&lt;br /&gt;Emory Douglas&lt;br /&gt;Tarika Lewis&lt;br /&gt;Cecil Williams&lt;br /&gt;Jan Mirikitani&lt;br /&gt;Reginal Major&lt;br /&gt;devorah major&lt;br /&gt;Opal Palmer Adisa&lt;br /&gt;Paradise&lt;br /&gt;Ptah Allah El&lt;br /&gt;Wanda Sabir&lt;br /&gt;Cecil Brown&lt;br /&gt;Ishmael Reed&lt;br /&gt;Avotcja&lt;br /&gt;Peter Labrie&lt;br /&gt;Oba T'Shaka&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Wade Nobles&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Julia Hare&lt;br /&gt;David Hilliard&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Willie Brown&lt;br /&gt;Charlie Walker&lt;br /&gt;Alice Walker&lt;br /&gt;Jerri Lange&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Lige Dailey&lt;br /&gt;Khalid Abdullah Tariq Al Mansur&lt;br /&gt;Ula Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Deborah Day&lt;br /&gt;Duke Williams&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey Labrie&lt;br /&gt;Rashidah Mwongozi&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey Grier&lt;br /&gt;Ayodele Nzingha&lt;br /&gt;Tureeda MIkal&lt;br /&gt;Jerri Lange&lt;br /&gt;Michael Lange&lt;br /&gt;Phavia Khujichagulia&lt;br /&gt;Reginal James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panel Discussion: Black Studies 40 Years Later—A Dialogue on&lt;br /&gt;the Past and Future&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday, November 9&lt;br /&gt;Time: 4pm&lt;br /&gt;Place: Gallery, adjacent Yoshi's San Francisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Invited speaker: Dr. Nathan Hare&lt;br /&gt;Invited Panelists: Mar’yam Wadai, Angela Davis, Dhamera Ahmed, Bobby&lt;br /&gt;Seale, Amiri Baraka, Abdul Sabry&lt;br /&gt;Moderator: Marvin X&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This discussion will be followed by a reception/celebration of Amiri&lt;br /&gt;Baraka's 75th birthday. All Bay Area writers, artists, activists are invited to a photo shoot at&lt;br /&gt;3pm.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calling All Bay Area Writers: Let’s Salute Amiri Baraka on His 75th&lt;br /&gt;Birthday&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Marvin X, West Coast co-founder of the Black Arts Movement, is calling&lt;br /&gt;upon all Bay Area writers and artists to celebrate the 75th birthday of&lt;br /&gt;Amiri Baraka (aka LeRoi Jones), co-founder of Black Arts Movement, the&lt;br /&gt;most radical literary and artistic movement in American history. Through&lt;br /&gt;the creativity, energy of such writers as Baraka, Sonia Sanchez, Nikki&lt;br /&gt;Giovanni, Ed Bullins, Askia Toure, Larry Neal, the Last Poets, Haki&lt;br /&gt;Madhubuti, Woody King, Ron Milner, June Jordan, Avotcja Jiltonilro,&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X and others, the Black Arts Movement was established nationwide.&lt;br /&gt;This movement or BAM was inspired by the writings and organizing of&lt;br /&gt;Amiri Baraka and co-workers, working in tandem with the black power or&lt;br /&gt;black liberation movement to raise the cultural and political&lt;br /&gt;consciousness of North American Africans. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The East coast celebrated and honored Amiri Baraka for his leadership in&lt;br /&gt;BAM. Now it is time for the West coast to show its love for our greatest&lt;br /&gt;living poet, playwright, essayist, musicologist and political organizer.&lt;br /&gt;We are calling together all writers and artists to honor and celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Baraka’s 75th birthday when he arrives in the Bay Area on November 6.&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X is organizing a special event for writers on Monday, November&lt;br /&gt;9, 4-7pm, sponsored by the Post Newspaper Group, Black Dialogue&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, KPOO radio, and Charlie Walker. Lush Life Gallery, 1320 Fillmore St.,San Francisco, next door to Yoshi's. Call 510-355-6339 for &lt;br /&gt;information. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;BAY:&lt;br /&gt;Sat 7 Nov 7pm EastSide Cultural Center : reading/panel on Black music;&lt;br /&gt;an exhibit &amp; birthday party&lt;br /&gt;Sun 8 Nov 1pm SF Public Library: A talk on Obama&lt;br /&gt;Sun 8 Nov 7pm Black New World:  reading/ video&lt;br /&gt;Mon 9 Nov 3-7pm Bay Area Black Writers Celebrate Baraka's 75th at the Lush Life&lt;br /&gt;Gallery, 1320 Fillmore Street, San Francisco, next to Yoshi's&lt;br /&gt;Call Marvin X if you want to be listed as a participant:510-355-6339&lt;br /&gt;Mon 9 Nov 8pm AB performs w/Howard Wiley Trio at Yoshi's SF&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;LA:&lt;br /&gt;Wed 11 Nov Esowan Books: book party, Leimert Park&lt;br /&gt;Thu 12 Nov 730pm Beyond Baroque, Venice&lt;br /&gt;Fri 13 Nov 830pm Still Waters Lounge/Dream Center, Carson&lt;br /&gt;Sat 14 Nov 7pm Echo Club, Sunset Blvd Echo Park&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-775949981679282774?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/775949981679282774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=775949981679282774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/775949981679282774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/775949981679282774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/baraka-west-coast-tour.html' title='Open Mike and Panel Discussion at Baraka 75 Celebration'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7325303368783514635</id><published>2009-10-13T19:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:51:33.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment from the Philly Locs Conference</title><content type='html'>From: Kenyalyn M. Makone-Anunda &lt;anundakm2@temple.edu&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: jmarvinx@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Mon, October 5, 2009 10:59:14 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Feedback: Locs Conference October 3-4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Marvinx,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not often that I write commentaries but you asked for some feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not remember me because so many people must have come by your table.  However, the title of your book dis-stablized me so much so that I returned on Sunday - drove all the way from Delaware to purchase the $5 mythology series.  I strive not to use graphic language in my speech so it is jarring to see it in text.  I strive to avoid most graphic communicative language as much as possible, so I was surprised to find myself intrigued and captivated by the boldness of the title.  It was awkward experience to visit your table.  Perhaps because I am researching female circumcision in Africa which was a rite of passage ritual for me at age 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a people coming to the truth too late.  We have taught each other that one can only stand guard over their own soul and that we are unable to be our communities keeper .  I speak to my daughter and two sons about the choices available to them today.  I tell my children that they have absolute freedom of choice to do whatever action they desire.  But I also tell them that what they do not have is the freedom to chose the consequences of those choices whether deliberate or unintentional.  The laws of the universe; the laws of nature; and also the laws of society determine the consequences of our choices.  I tell them the truth not so much that they will change the world but that they can protect, guard and armor themselves.  Ultimately, we are all individually responsible for whatever choices we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slavery and its aftermath did not happen in a vacuum.  In Africa, Africans sold Africans into slavery; colonialism was only able to flourish because African chiefdoms worked against themselves and each other (then and now); its African women who accept and engage in polygamy (then and now); its African women who circumcise the girl child (then and now);  it’s a black women beauty industry that mutilate ’s African hair (then and now); and the list could go on…...  It’s not that I am without hope but it’s a lonely place to be when one can see past the rhetoric.  Traumatized and broken we are a people coming to the truth too late.  In many, many areas  of our lives the “horse has already left the barn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there should be a Mythology Eight that attempts to address what could be done after the horse has left the barn…..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyalyn Makone-Anunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistant Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Institute of Global Management Studies/CIBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple University - Fox School of Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;506 Alter Hall 1801 Liacouras Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia, PA 19122&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: (215) 204-3671&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: (215) 204-1662&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: kmakone.anunda@temple.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.fox.temple.edu/ciber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-7325303368783514635?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7325303368783514635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=7325303368783514635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7325303368783514635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7325303368783514635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/comment-from-philly-locs-conference_13.html' title='Comment from the Philly Locs Conference'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2965348937582616665</id><published>2009-10-13T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:49:53.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment from the Philly Locs Conference</title><content type='html'>From: Kenyalyn M. Makone-Anunda &lt;anundakm2@temple.edu&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: jmarvinx@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Mon, October 5, 2009 10:59:14 AM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Feedback: Locs Conference October 3-4, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Marvinx,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not often that I write commentaries but you asked for some feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will not remember me because so many people must have come by your table.  However, the title of your book dis-stablized me so much so that I returned on Sunday - drove all the way from Delaware to purchase the $5 mythology series.  I strive not to use graphic language in my speech so it is jarring to see it in text.  I strive to avoid most graphic communicative language as much as possible, so I was surprised to find myself intrigued and captivated by the boldness of the title.  It was awkward experience to visit your table.  Perhaps because I am researching female circumcision in Africa which was a rite of passage ritual for me at age 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a people coming to the truth too late.  We have taught each other that one can only stand guard over their own soul and that we are unable to be our communities keeper .  I speak to my daughter and two sons about the choices available to them today.  I tell my children that they have absolute freedom of choice to do whatever action they desire.  But I also tell them that what they do not have is the freedom to chose the consequences of those choices whether deliberate or unintentional.  The laws of the universe; the laws of nature; and also the laws of society determine the consequences of our choices.  I tell them the truth not so much that they will change the world but that they can protect, guard and armor themselves.  Ultimately, we are all individually responsible for whatever choices we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slavery and its aftermath did not happen in a vacuum.  In Africa, Africans sold Africans into slavery; colonialism was only able to flourish because African chiefdoms worked against themselves and each other (then and now); its African women who accept and engage in polygamy (then and now); its African women who circumcise the girl child (then and now);  it’s a black women beauty industry that mutilate ’s African hair (then and now); and the list could go on…...  It’s not that I am without hope but it’s a lonely place to be when one can see past the rhetoric.  Traumatized and broken we are a people coming to the truth too late.  In many, many areas  of our lives the “horse has already left the barn.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps there should be a Mythology Eight that attempts to address what could be done after the horse has left the barn…..?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenyalyn Makone-Anunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assistant Director&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Institute of Global Management Studies/CIBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temple University - Fox School of Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;506 Alter Hall 1801 Liacouras Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philadelphia, PA 19122&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: (215) 204-3671&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: (215) 204-1662&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: kmakone.anunda@temple.edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.fox.temple.edu/ciber&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2965348937582616665?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2965348937582616665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2965348937582616665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2965348937582616665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2965348937582616665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/comment-from-philly-locs-conference.html' title='Comment from the Philly Locs Conference'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2756858435138600561</id><published>2009-10-13T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:28:02.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schomberg Library in Harlem Celebrates Baraka's 75th</title><content type='html'>The Schomburg Library in Harlem Celebrates Amiri Baraka’s 75th Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration included Mrs. Amina Baraka,  Mr. and Mrs. Ed Bullins, Sonia Sanchez, Louis Reyes Rivera, Dr. Tony Medina,  Miguel Algurin of the Nuyorican Poets Cafe, John Watusi Branch of the Afrikan Poetry Theatre, David Murray, Oliver Lake, Chris Harris, Eugene Redman, Sam Anderson, Aishah Rahman, Herb Boyd, Bob Law, Woody King, and Producer/ publisher of the anthology Let Loose on the World: Celebrating Amiri Baraka at 75, Ted Wilson. The anthology is 475 pages of writings by writers expressing their love and honor of our greatest living poet, playwright, essayist, musicologist, historian, organizer, husband, father, lover, mentor, raiser of consciousness of the black nation and Pan African world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little noticed was our greatest historian Dr. Ben who was in the lobby trying to get in, but was not allowed in because the event was packed beyond the fire code. Dr. Ben was holding a walker and a little thirsty. Marvin X gave him a bottle of water from his walker. &lt;br /&gt;Imagine, our greatest living historian was denied entry to this historic event! But there were similar happenings when other key movers and shakers were denied entry, no matter the VIP list. Marvin X, on a national tour of his controversial pamphlet Mythology of Pussy, said he experienced ignorance in Mississippi and there is ignorance in Harlem as well! Let us be clear about this. But the revolutionaries, led by sister Amina Baraka, said “We must be compassionate with the workers, the security people and others. They want to go home. They are trying to do their job by holding the crowd to the fire code. We must not be angry with them or insult them because some of us VIPs weren’t allowed into the after party. We as revolutionaries should respect the workers and not try to be here all night. Let’s get out and let them go home.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also in the audience was revolutionary nationalist Dr. Muhammad Ahmed of Temple University, former head of the Revolutionary Action Movement or RAM. Also Ed Spriggs of Black Dialogue Magazine and of course Director of the Schomburg Howard Dotson, who promised Marvin X a night at the Schomburg with the Black Arts Movement. Marvin X envisions a night with BAM key players, including Woddy King, Ed Bullins, Amiri Baraka, Sonia Sanchez, Nikki Giovanni, Jayne Cortez, the Last Poets, Haki Madhubuti, Askia Toure and Marvin X, with music by Milford Graves and others from BAM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this night at the Schomberg, there was great music by our black classical musicians, including-–first I must mention the African drum processional and the Fusha Dance Company. Harlem became Africa in an instant, the urban jungle transformed into Africa, the drummers and dancers took us there—we were no longer in Harlem but transported to somewhere in Africa, beside Lake Victoria, the Nile, the Congo, the Niger, we were there as the drummers came upon the stage, and then the dancers, taking us back down memory lane, the forgotten path of long ago, the dance, the grind, the mask, the shout and moan, the cry of time past when we were pure and holy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black classical musicians included Reggie Workman, bass, Onaje Allan Gumbs, piano, Andrew Cyriulle, drums, Bradford Hayes, sax, Lil Phillips, vocals, Vijjay lyer, piano, Pheeroam Aki, drums, Billy Bang, violin, Dwight West , vocals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were young poets Jinad Blake, Ariana Gibbs, Autum &lt;br /&gt;Ashante, Ron Jaye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only know this, “When Harlem loves you, you are truly loved.” Harlem showed its love for Amiri Baraka who launched the Black Arts Movement in the cultural capital of Black America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2756858435138600561?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2756858435138600561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2756858435138600561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2756858435138600561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2756858435138600561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/10/schomberg-library-in-harlem-celebrates.html' title='Schomberg Library in Harlem Celebrates Baraka&apos;s 75th'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7044333879662998980</id><published>2009-09-22T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:12:01.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fw: Jimmy Carter stepping up, not just on racism&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 22, 2009 6:24:23 PMFrom: Toure Askia &lt;askia38@yahoo.com&gt;   View Contact &lt;br /&gt;To: lcswpoet@yahoo.com  &lt;br /&gt;Cc: jmarvinx@yahoo.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beloved Ones,&lt;br /&gt;Forty years ago, I had a very backward, chauvinistic view of women, and battered and abused some good sisters. Like all such gender criminals, I projected my insecurities on my victims. Since then, I turned my hypocritical life around, but found that the obscene damage that I had done left deep scars. Many times we cry out in our contemporary pain,&lt;br /&gt;after waking up and realising our transgressions. But we must understand that there are laws in this grand Universe which operate whether we realise it or not. Eastern philosophy defines these laws as Karma. Yes, it is wonderful that we come to our senses, over many decades, and discover true maturity. However, that which was done in the Past might still affect our lives in the Present. I hope that we brothers all realise our past heinous&lt;br /&gt;acts were no better than the oppressors we continue to struggle against today. Many of us &lt;br /&gt;have been forgiven by our former mates. But can we forgive our selves by walking a different Walk in this 21 Century New World? The youths and kids need us healed, and&lt;br /&gt;healing as fathers, brothers, uncles, elders and loving friends.&lt;br /&gt;Truly we are the leaders that we have been hoping and praying for!&lt;br /&gt;In Love and Struggle, Thank you Sister Shafeal!&lt;br /&gt;Askia Toure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- On Sun, 9/20/09, shafeah &lt;shafeah@mac.com&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: shafeah &lt;shafeah@mac.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Jimmy Carter stepping up, not just on racism&lt;br /&gt;To: Women@yahoo.com, "Elessia Robbins" &lt;ewrobbins08@aol.com&gt;, "cynthia jahi" &lt;jasarislove@aol.com&gt;, "cynthia/sitawi jahi" &lt;jahitravelsite@yahoo.com&gt;, "Abdul Jalil" &lt;abdul_jalil700@yahoo.com&gt;, "askia toure" &lt;ASKIA38@YAHOO.COM&gt;, "angaza laughinghouse" &lt;FruitofLaborWCC@netscape.com&gt;, "Angaza ANMAYOLA" &lt;anmayola@uncg.edu&gt;, "Amanda Taylor" &lt;taylee467@yahoo.com&gt;, "carol quigless" &lt;quiglessnaturalhealth@embarqmail.com&gt;, "chip smith" &lt;rsmith38@suddenlink.net&gt;, "clyde brake" &lt;jojak@suddenlink.net&gt;, "Albert LaRose" &lt;alarose@rockymountnc.com&gt;, "bilqis muhammad" &lt;muminuna@juno.com&gt;, "erin@ncjustice.org Byrd" &lt;erin@ncjustice.org&gt;, "bilqis muhammad" &lt;muminuna@juno.com&gt;, "bernie diane davis" &lt;philos2000_3000@yahoo.com&gt;, "barksdah" &lt;barksdah@ucc.org&gt;, "Ashaki Binta" &lt;abinta@jflm.org&gt;, "Lynice Williams" &lt;ncfslrw@aol.com&gt;, "maliki grant" &lt;malikigrant@aol.com&gt;, "margaret sowerwine" &lt;lalamusic130@aol.com&gt;, "melvin muhammad" &lt;melrmuh@yahoo.com&gt;, "sharon mclaughlin" &lt;jazzydiva5@aol.com&gt;, "hillari walley" &lt;jerseyhill001@yahoo.com&gt;, "ethel jones" &lt;etheljones23@yahoo.com&gt;, "joyce carter" &lt;morejoy2you@suddenlink.net&gt;, "rev. garland jones" &lt;garljnz@aol.com&gt;, "joyce johnson" &lt;joycej@belovedcommunitycenter.org&gt;, "John M Swails" &lt;johnswails1963@bellsouth.net&gt;, "linda king" &lt;linda.king34@gmail.com&gt;, "leonard giles" &lt;leonardgiles@gmail.com&gt;, "loretta horton" &lt;loretta.horton@elca.org&gt;, "sdhunt3@juno.com Hunt" &lt;sdhunt3@juno.com&gt;, "donna dewitt" &lt;scaflcio@bellsouth.net&gt;, "dorothy cook" &lt;cookdorothy87@yahoo.com&gt;, "Saladin Muhammad" &lt;Saladin62@aol.com&gt;, "ajamu dillahunt" &lt;ardillahunt@igc.org&gt;, "angaza laughinghouse" &lt;FruitofLaborWCC@netscape.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: Sunday, September 20, 2009, 9:23 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Losing My Religion for Equality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Jimmy Carter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, July 21, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ruthgrou p.org/2009/ 07/24/losing- my-religion- for-equality- by-jimmy- carter/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women and girls have been discriminated against for too long in a twisted interpretation of the word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a practicing Christian all my life and a deacon and Bible teacher for many years. My faith is a source of strength and comfort to me, as religious beliefs are to hundreds of millions of people around the world. So my decision to sever my ties with the Southern Baptist Convention, after six decades, was painful and difficult. It was, however, an unavoidable decision when the convention's leaders, quoting a few carefully selected Bible verses and claiming that Eve was created second to Adam and was responsible for original sin, ordained that women must be "subservient" to their husbands and prohibited from serving as deacons, pastors or chaplains in the military service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This view that women are somehow inferior to men is not restricted to one religion or belief. Women are prevented from playing a full and equal role in many faiths. Nor, tragically, does its influence stop at the walls of the church, mosque, synagogue or temple. This discrimination, unjustifiably attributed to a Higher Authority, has provided a reason or excuse for the deprivation of women's equal rights across the world for centuries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At its most repugnant, the belief that women must be subjugated to the wishes of men excuses slavery, violence, forced prostitution, genital mutilation and national laws that omit rape as a crime. But it also costs many millions of girls and women control over their own bodies and lives, and continues to deny them fair access to education, health, employment and influence within their own communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The impact of these religious beliefs touches every aspect of our lives. They help explain why in many countries boys are educated before girls; why girls are told when and whom they must marry; and why many face enormous and unacceptable risks in pregnancy and childbirth because their basic health needs are not met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some Islamic nations, women are restricted in their movements, punished for permitting the exposure of an arm or ankle, deprived of education, prohibited from driving a car or competing with men for a job. If a woman is raped, she is often most severely punished as the guilty party in the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same discriminatory thinking lies behind the continuing gender gap in pay and why there are still so few women in office in the West. The root of this prejudice lies deep in our histories, but its impact is felt every day. It is not women and girls alone who suffer. It damages all of us. The evidence shows that investing in women and girls delivers major benefits for society. An educated woman has healthier children. She is more likely to send them to school. She earns more and invests what she earns in her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is simply self-defeating for any community to discriminate against half its population. We need to challenge these self-serving and outdated attitudes and practices - as we are seeing in Iran where women are at the forefront of the battle for democracy and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand, however, why many political leaders can be reluctant about stepping into this minefield. Religion, and tradition, are powerful and sensitive areas to challenge. But my fellow Elders and I, who come from many faiths and backgrounds, no longer need to worry about winning votes or avoiding controversy - and we are deeply committed to challenging injustice wherever we see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Elders are an independent group of eminent global leaders, brought together by former South African president Nelson Mandela, who offer their influence and experience to support peace building, help address major causes of human suffering and promote the shared interests of humanity. We have decided to draw particular attention to the responsibility of religious and traditional leaders in ensuring equality and human rights and have recently published a statement that declares: "The justification of discrimination against women and girls on grounds of religion or tradition, as if it were prescribed by a Higher Authority, is unacceptable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are calling on all leaders to challenge and change the harmful teachings and practices, no matter how ingrained, which justify discrimination against women. We ask, in particular, that leaders of all religions have the courage to acknowledge and emphasize the positive messages of dignity and equality that all the world's major faiths share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The carefully selected verses found in the Holy Scriptures to justify the superiority of men owe more to time and place - and the determination of male leaders to hold onto their influence - than eternal truths. Similar biblical excerpts could be found to support the approval of slavery and the timid acquiescence to oppressive rulers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also familiar with vivid descriptions in the same Scriptures in which women are revered as pre-eminent leaders. During the years of the early Christian church women served as deacons, priests, bishops, apostles, teachers and prophets. It wasn't until the fourth century that dominant Christian leaders, all men, twisted and distorted Holy Scriptures to perpetuate their ascendant positions within the religious hierarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that male religious leaders have had - and still have - an option to interpret holy teachings either to exalt or subjugate women. They have, for their own selfish ends, overwhelmingly chosen the latter. Their continuing choice provides the foundation or justification for much of the pervasive persecution and abuse of women throughout the world. This is in clear violation not just of the Universal Declaration of Human Rights but also the teachings of Jesus Christ, the Apostle Paul, Moses and the prophets, Muhammad, and founders of other great religions - all of whom have called for proper and equitable treatment of all the children of God. It is time we had the courage to challenge these views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Are The Leaders We Have Been Waiting For&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shafeah m'balia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-7044333879662998980?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7044333879662998980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=7044333879662998980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7044333879662998980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7044333879662998980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/fw-jimmy-carter-stepping-up-not-just-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-4305323003809114633</id><published>2009-09-22T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:21:39.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fahizah on DNA</title><content type='html'>Bro Muhajir&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that can be said in your behalf is that you had good DNA to transmit to your children. And you selected good mothers to nurture your seed and rear your children while you were out and about struggling with your Nafs al-Ammara Bissu' (demons).&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Allah is the Best Knower. If you hadn't descended into "Hell" you wouldn't be able to understand the depth of the despair and desperation that encompasses so many of our Black Men, which also allows you to reach out to them and speak FOR them.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Most often, it is the one who has experienced the most intense of life's experiences who is best able to produce great art that touches the heart. Can you imagine Aretha Franklin being able to sing " I Never Loved a Man" without having her heart crushed?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To quote one appropriate old gospel hymn: "Must Jesus bear the Cross alone and all the World go Free? No, there's a cross for Everyone and there's a Cross for me."&lt;br /&gt;FAHIZAH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-4305323003809114633?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4305323003809114633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=4305323003809114633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/4305323003809114633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/4305323003809114633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/fahizah-on-dna.html' title='Fahizah on DNA'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7606654428075396662</id><published>2009-09-22T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T14:02:21.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudi Mwongozi on Slavery</title><content type='html'>Rudi Mwongozi September 22 at 3:47pm Reply&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful...you know to me the worst thing that happened to us was not slavery...every race has been enslaved at one time or another inhistory...the worst thing, the most agregious transgression was the attempt to erase us from history...but the war today is about this...its about who has the right to educate our children...us or the state...us or the corporate hegemon...the state and the corporate hegemon has their own rivalry and they compete...the state (the democrats) vs the corporate hegemon (represented by the republicans) and then they both intersect at some point and they both are a team against the indigenous people of the earth...they have replaced the old pardism at the inception of the U.S. which was the federalists vs the democratic/republicans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we need to make amends or as Farrakhan stated at the million man march atonement...but our abuse of our sposes and children reprehensible though it is and was is not the crux of our problem...the crux of our problem is the state and the corporations need the Black men out of the homes so THEY can be the primary educators of our children...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Black man who tries to have his own life...and by his own life I mean forge his own way and not submit to the dictates of the corporate hegemon or the state social compact is marked for economic sanctions and social isolation...its the price you pay for having the temerity to have your own life and insist on living it free...and then there are nearly irresistable forces at work that drive you out of the house ...it hasn't changed or abated and THAT'S the war we are fighting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those of us who are man enough and human enough and conscious enough to seek forgiveness from our children's mothers...know what?...they have NO CHOICE but to forgive us...what choice to they have if they themselves have ANY consciousness of what is at work here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I couldn't forgive my father...I never did forgive him because I finally overstood that there is nothing to forgive...he did what had to be done..me and Muhajir we go back (Remember "In The Name of Love"?)...the story has never been told better. My family to whom Muhajir was mentor helped tell the story and then embarked on his own struggles...and still is in recovery...and I am still in recovery...and my oldest son forgives me cuz at the age of 33 he knows...and my youngest son will (If he knows what's good for him) cuz he WILL know...and my daughters?...well a father's daughter is a father's daughter...they are the starlight in my eyes and I theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes we must make amends and at-one-ment...and at the same time NEVER give up the quest to have our own lives and OPPOSE the corporate hegemon...no one said it would be easy...that's why Allah azza wa j'al chose US for this job instead of the Angels...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-7606654428075396662?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7606654428075396662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=7606654428075396662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7606654428075396662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7606654428075396662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/rudi-mwongozi-on-slavery.html' title='Rudi Mwongozi on Slavery'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7802412199341432945</id><published>2009-09-22T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T13:29:05.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Poem by Felipe Luciano</title><content type='html'>From: Marvin X Jackmon &lt;jmarvinx@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Felipe Luciano &lt;fluciano@local237.org&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, September 22, 2009 3:19:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: NEW POEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE: New Poem. Oh, the pain of revolution--and what happened when it was over-as you say, when all our friends are dead or gone totally mad,  and we stand alone naked in the mirror, at the horror of ourselves sometimes. My young colleague Ptah calls for Beligion, just be--and it is. m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Felipe Luciano &lt;fluciano@local237.org&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Marvin X Jackmon &lt;jmarvinx@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, September 22, 2009 1:51:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: NEW POEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin: Here's one I've been through. You'll understand. &lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW POEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get away from the streets and dark dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a stone’s throw from cars and crowds and sex, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see where I’ve chopped my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something to this spirit thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can walk in the altered moment &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And f org et people look up to you because of the things you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being is the hardest thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t know who you are/ still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spoke to one fat gentleman who’s chosen to be American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while they laugh at his buffoonery/pay him for his simple mimicry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of dried out thoughts and Victorian sayings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has found his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He joined their army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause they wouldn’t let him be a decent colored rebel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do now that revolution is an old, dirty word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And struggle means the rent and how to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been given loads of chances to be a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And were it not for prayer and some celestial love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d be dead or homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to see me through this phase of lust and flesh and impulse,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art/ it seems / is a worse profession than punching a clock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause there’s no one telling you…..STOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m passing through bohemian now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I missed in ’68.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t take the time to live.           I fought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moves don’t jibe with today’s morality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So……I embarrass myself a lot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid phone calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy confessions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going as far to the edge as Republicans will allow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbie Hoffman killed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry Rubin’s a stockbroker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the real thinker?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the real expression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fighters I knew and loved for real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are dead &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or shot and shattered into being quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there another way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This spirit/quest is all I have now/ is all that’s left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve gotta’ take it seriously/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the pleasant God bless you’s I utter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay quiet now and not speak so much of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never live up to my rhetoric &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And somehow always try to sabotogue my rep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those who love me and seek help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have my own answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I can read the riddles of life for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been left without a platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I chose to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To finally deal with my demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face my fears/ the terror/ inadequacies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s this fear of newness that stops everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever I’m going to be is/ must be totally different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love what Christ says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hang with me/ you become a new man/ from the inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already see the tired droop of the jackets,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuzz on old sweaters/ the misshaped bent of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll buy a new wardrobe/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One shirt at a time/ some pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the old behaviors/ the decrepit thought/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decadent willfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they’re beginning to look poor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And smell like dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This metamorphasis feels like death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t’ know if I’m dying or changing/ it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m ready to give up and go God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I don’t know the rules of this game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I kneel though, the message is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let me carry you through.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In pain, in fear, embarrassed and confused,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Felipe Luciano-March 19, 1996&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-7802412199341432945?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7802412199341432945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=7802412199341432945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7802412199341432945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7802412199341432945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-poem-by-felipe-luciano.html' title='New Poem by Felipe Luciano'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2532475110621012444</id><published>2009-09-22T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T12:45:39.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOWLIN' BY FELIPE LUCIANO</title><content type='html'>HOWLIN’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m calling out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it’s a different howl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so much desperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The need is more a Coltrane ballad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A need to talk or touch &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talk and play bed-games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers need to unveil so many masks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hold so much in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secrets are like love juice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like sweet figs I can savor and chew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when sex secrets come out in a raspy moan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the love that arches its back and confesses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wanting everything you’ve whispered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see magic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see rainbows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been turned on by silence and candlelight dinners,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remorse and layers of erotic make-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may sound dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I need to gush in my lover’s arms and say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the greatest sin is to hold back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To allow the volcanic thrust of fire to go unanswered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you come here, to my bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You trusted something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you wanted to see how far you could play this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who you could tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you laugh when you speak of my weakness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or do you flat out tell all/in run-on paragraphs, matter of factly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if I were just another man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter, you see……because….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care what you claim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you say or how….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how you cried, how you clutched,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you trembled and touched my temples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though your friends smirk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never see you give me one honest look when you’re with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a girl once in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucked the secrets out of her fearful past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knew who I was and who I had been with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And understood the need for me to gallop and conquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it all and kept it secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mistake was hurting her in the presence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of a male she wanted to admire and control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of making me pay the price of having busted the bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of faith, she left in righteous anger and took him to her breast,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she lost again, got bitten badly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By a male more in love with me than she. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still carries the scar of a first love gone rancid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And while I thumb through the Book of Malachi, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn of my treachery towards the wife of my youth.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times I’d like to marry her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring all those decades of pain and stumbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thick fog to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop the boring, infernal, sickening circle of old wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose scabs I pick to see the flesh and feel the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the change will come when someone bellows in tears “Enough”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m calling out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a different howl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to remedy and cement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my family of friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I want to love my mother &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a position of love and marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not solitude and dysfunction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no bridges to my children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve left them as they left me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fend off the world, to define it themselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no oracle of substance that offers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least a wholesome, natural something to rebel against.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, they too will seek approval the wrong ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the night of their fears hits them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they drop Daddy’s fears and tattered baggage,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And realize they’re perfect just the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m calling out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I want to.  Cause I need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Felipe Luciano&lt;br /&gt;December, 1995&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2532475110621012444?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2532475110621012444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2532475110621012444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2532475110621012444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2532475110621012444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/howlin-by-felipe-luciano.html' title='HOWLIN&apos; BY FELIPE LUCIANO'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-3077763544111965388</id><published>2009-09-22T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T07:40:38.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Felipe Luciano of the Last Poets on Race</title><content type='html'>RE: Race in America, the Grand Denial&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, September 22, 2009 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin: The madness started in 1508 when the first black man stepped&lt;br /&gt;foot on the island of Borinquen (Puerto Rico) under the Spanish flag.&lt;br /&gt;We were here long before the Brits took over the slave trade from the&lt;br /&gt;Spanish in the battle called the Great Armada in 1588. It was 111 years&lt;br /&gt;from 1508 to 1619, roughly 3 generations, that black people populated&lt;br /&gt;and cultivated Puerto Rico, Cuba, Hispaniola, Mexico, all of Central and&lt;br /&gt;South America. Their intercultural/interracial exchange with indigenous&lt;br /&gt;people was a result of Spanish genocide through sickness and murder. The&lt;br /&gt;good ole Church, seeing the red man die, demanded that Africans be&lt;br /&gt;kidnapped and brought to these shores to work the land. The Congolese&lt;br /&gt;were brought to Puerto Rico and Cuba, the Nigerians to Cuba, the&lt;br /&gt;Angolans to Brazil, the Guineans to Hispaniola, with all kinds of&lt;br /&gt;mixtures in between. Interestingly enough, many of the Black Latinos&lt;br /&gt;were Muslim and to this day, we manifest Islamic cultural from every&lt;br /&gt;word we speak that starts with al to the high pitched jibaro vocal style&lt;br /&gt;singing that goes back to the call to muezzin Islamic call to prayer.&lt;br /&gt;You will hear often in Latin songs "Salaam aleikum" or "Shale Maleikum"&lt;br /&gt;which is how the slaves popularized the greeting.  We were here long&lt;br /&gt;before 1619, we were black, strong and family oriented because the&lt;br /&gt;Spanish and Portugese brought whole families over. Once they realized&lt;br /&gt;that rebellion was the consequence of slavery vs. black family, they&lt;br /&gt;told the British to switch the script: destroy the family, divide the&lt;br /&gt;tribe, deny the male the right to fight back, kill him.  So the natural&lt;br /&gt;instinct to defend and protect is channeled against ourselves which is&lt;br /&gt;why so many "natural warriors" are in jail. Peace be unto you, my&lt;br /&gt;brother, my friend. Abrazos and.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best regards,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felipe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-3077763544111965388?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3077763544111965388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=3077763544111965388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3077763544111965388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3077763544111965388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/felipe-luciano-of-last-poets-on-race.html' title='Felipe Luciano of the Last Poets on Race'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-3002064826007734846</id><published>2009-09-22T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T06:51:38.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No trouble in Paradise</title><content type='html'>Rasheedah sent you a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: No Trouble in Paradise....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I conveyed your apologies to Paradise. He was stunned by your message as he felt it conveyed that he is not in accord with your vision. He also has the same perspective as I had implied, that working with you would be a challenge for him to step outside of his comfort zone. We got nuthin' but Love for ya, Marvin. &lt;br /&gt;~Love and Gratitude~"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-3002064826007734846?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3002064826007734846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=3002064826007734846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3002064826007734846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3002064826007734846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-trouble-in-paradise.html' title='No trouble in Paradise'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7511667840288833908</id><published>2009-09-21T08:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T08:49:05.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nisa Ra on Mythology of Pussy</title><content type='html'>Nisa Ra on Mythology of Pussy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In a conversation with his friend and  former wife, Nisa Ra (mother of the wonder child Muhammida), she thanked him for writing Mythology because it helps deconstruct the term pussy that confounds so many people--imagine, she said, people write this word on the wall as if it is something dirty and nasty. How can the organ through which life is created be something nasty, not to be mentioned, as if it is vile? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And regarding the man's perception of the woman's pussy as his private property, Nisa said, "It ain't his--he don't have a pussy!" When will men get this simple point?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We want to see people learn this information about themselves because there's other things to do in this world, responsibilities, other people depending on them--men need to stop thinking about how many pussies they can get with--how many women they have played when they have only played themselves--start doing what real men do--start constructing their place in the world--be there for their children--just as you are doing now, Muhajir (Marvin), helping your daughter with your grandson.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some years ago my son Marvin chided me for fighting to teach at Fresno State University. He said, "Dad, you should have been at home with us." At first my thought was, "Son, if I hadn't been fighting maybe you would not have been able to attend Fresno State!" But Nisa said the boy was not all wrong. What was the fight all about but family! Slavery destroyed the family, the purpose of revolution was to restore the family unit. We got it wrong in the 60s, freedom became something abstract and families were neglected, especially by the men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-7511667840288833908?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7511667840288833908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=7511667840288833908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7511667840288833908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7511667840288833908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/nisa-ra-on-mythology-of-pussy.html' title='Nisa Ra on Mythology of Pussy'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7646739904558900794</id><published>2009-09-21T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T07:04:18.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revised: Mythology Hits Mississippi</title><content type='html'>Mythology Hits Mississippi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X took his Mythology guerrilla tour to Mississippi earlier today. Fans at the Jackson State/Grambling football game in Jackson, Mississippi were treated with copies of Mythology as they left the game, many at half-time when the score was 20 to 3, in Grambling's favor. The first question several people asked the poet as he handed out copies was, "What is your religion?" The poet was shocked by the question and didn't see the relevance, so he didn't answer. Of course he was in the heart of the Bible Belt or Cotton Curtain, so he expected the unexpected, including seeing several of his pamphlets thrown to the ground by offended Christians--of course they are hypocritical since church members suffer many of the ailments he describes and offers a solution in Mythology, including teenage pregnancy, partner violence, anger management issues, rape, domination and exploitation of females, also jail and prison as a result of men paying their "pussy bill." No matter, the poet continued passing out Mythology--a female security guard came to ask for the pamphlet after so many fans passed through her gate with Mythology in hand. One father gave a donation and said he would give Mythology to his son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a crowd in thousands, the poet saw two white people. Oddly enough, when a white woman came and stood near him, the passersby suddenly seemed more interested and less negative. Yes, once they saw the white woman who was dressed like Lula in Baraka's Dutchman, their vibration suddenly changed--first their eyes focused on Lula then the pamphlet which they grabbed without hesitation. I refused to look at Lula even when she kept edging closer and closer to me. I kept wondering why she was moving closer but if she was the devil she helped sway the negroes toward "God's servant" so they could get the literature. See how God uses the devil. Clay must have been waiting for her since I heard her on the cell phone say she was out front with her umbrella--but no one could not see a white woman in a crowd of ten thousand Africans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave her the pamphlet and she didn't ask for it, although she was so close I could hear her breathing--actually, I was beginning to feel a little fearful--thinking the Africans would think she was with me--of course they probably thought that anyway--and maybe wishing she was with them. For sure, she changed the vibe from negative to positive for the time she was there, and for a moment I was praying she would hurry up and leave. I was getting spooked like the time I had a white woman friend drive me from South Carolina to the Savannah GA airport at 3AM--I was praying nothing happened--nothing did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Ancestor Nina Simone, "Mississippi Goddamn!" The poet was happy to cross back into Louisiana, yes, feeling like one of his slave ancestors who escaped from the jungle to the forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It truth, it was great being among the many thousands of Africans at the stadium in Jackson, Mississippi, even with the presence of so many African police without the attitude of the North's finest. Will Jackson one day rival Atlanta? Will sections of the South exercise de facto African sovereignty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men in Jackson, Mississippi do look like men and the women like women, although I did give my "pink" pamphlet (my love letter to gay and lesbian youth) to a manly sister with two ladies. In truth, I gave my "pink pamphlet" to a brother dressed in pink, though he looked masculine. When I gave Mythology to a clearly gay brother walking with some sisters, he immediately handed it to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is the stranglehold of religion and the plethora of liquor stores throughout the hood, even at the service station where liquor stores,I believe, carried more than beer. And there were many brothers stumbling out of the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a free style rap with Askari X called Jesus and Liquor Stores. Between Jesus and Liquor Stores do Africans have a chance--especially in Mississippi where these devices are clearly a form of social control, as they are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tickets were $25.00 for students and adults to get into the game--too much for me, so I did not go in, and as a result I think there were more adults at the game than students. Of course the Greeks were everywhere pushing Greek "culture." Ptah told me to introduce myself to the Greeks as Plato Negro and they would open doors for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One young brother hawking CDs told me my Mythology wasn't nothing, nothing. I'm not sure if he was referring to the term pussy or the pamphlet--I think it was the word pussy that was "nothing." For some people, here and in the North, the term itself holds trauma of the most wretched kind. I watched one woman come toward me looking bitter, so when I gave her the pamphlet she immediately threw it down. She was mad or bitter already--if I had handed her money she would have threw it on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Jackson State University is the Africans "own" school but we wonder about the endgame of black education--what are we producing in the black schools but another generation of Negroes! Of course conditions often force people to new vistas, so the so-called Negro may be forced to do for self.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;http://postnewsgroup.com/stories/00033300000007.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-7646739904558900794?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7646739904558900794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=7646739904558900794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7646739904558900794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7646739904558900794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/revised-mythology-hits-mississippi.html' title='Revised: Mythology Hits Mississippi'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-583078691045209989</id><published>2009-09-19T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T22:34:08.934-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology Hits Mississippi</title><content type='html'>Mythology Hits Mississippi&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Marvin X took his Mythology guerrilla tour to Mississippi earlier today. Fans at the Jackson State/Grambling football game in Jackson, Mississippi were treated with copies of Mythology as they left the game, many at half-time when the score was 20 to 3, in Grambling's favor. The first question several people asked the poet as he handed out copies was, "What is your religion?" The poet was shocked by the question and didn't see the relevance, so he didn't answer. Of course he was in the heart of the Bible Belt or Cotton Curtain, so he expected the unexpected, including seeing several of his pamphlets thrown to the ground by offended Christians--of course they are hypocritical since church members suffer many of the ailments he describes and offers a solution  in Mythology, including teenage pregnancy, partner violence, anger management issues, rape, domination and exploitation of females, also jail and prison as a result of men paying their "pussy bill." No matter, the poet continued passing out Mythology--a female security guard came to ask for the pamphlet after so many fans passed through her gate with Mythology in hand. One father gave a donation and said he would give Mythology  to his son. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;With a crowd in thousands, the poet saw two white people. Oddly enough, when a white woman came and stood near him, the passersby suddenly seemed more interested and less negative. Yes, once they saw the white woman who was dressed like Lula in Baraka's Dutchman, their vibration suddenly changed--first their eyes focused on Lula then the pamphlet which they grabbed without hesitation. I refused to look at Lula even when she kept edging closer and closer to me. I kept wondering why she was moving closer but if she was the devil she helped sway the negroes toward "God's servant" so they could get the literature. See how God uses the devil. Clay must have been waiting for her since I heard her on the cell phone say she was out front with her umbrella--but no one could not see a white woman in a crowd of ten thousand Africans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never gave her the pamphlet and she didn't ask for it, although she was so close I could hear her breathing--actually, I was beginning to feel a little fearful--thinking the Africans would think she was with me--of course they probably thought that anyway--and maybe wishing she was with them. For sure, she changed the vibe from negative to positive for the time she was there, and for a moment I was praying she would hurry up and leave. I was getting spooked like the time I had a white woman friend drive me from South Carolina to the Savanah GA airport at 3AM--I was praying nothing happened--nothing did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Ancestor Nina Simone, "Mississippi Goddamn!" The poet was happy to cross back into Louisiana, yes, feeling like one of his slave ancestors who escaped from the jungle to the forest. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It truth, it was great being among the many thousands of Africans at the stadium in Jackson, Mississippi, even with the presence of so many African police without the attitude of the North's finest. Will Jackson one day rival Atlanta? Will sections of the South exercise de facto African sovereignty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men in Jackson, Mississippi do look like men and the women like women, although I did give my "pink" pamphlet (my love letter to gay and lesbian youth) to a manly sister with two ladies. In truth, I gave my "pink pamphlet" to a brother dressed in pink, though he looked masculine. When I gave Mythology to a clearly gay brother walking with some sisters, he immediately handed it to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scary thing is the stranglehold of religion and the plethora of liquor stores throughout the hood, even at the service station where liquor stores,I believe, carried more than beer. And there were many brothers stumbling out of the stadium.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a free style rap with Askari X called Jesus and Liguor Stores. Between Jesus and Liquor Stores do Africans have a chance--especially in Mississippi where these devices are clearly a form of social control, as they are everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tickets were $25.00 for students and adults to get into the game--too much for me, so I did not go in, and as a result I think there were more adults at the game than students. Of course the Greeks were everywhere pushing Greek "culture." Ptah told me to introduce myself to the Greeks as Plato Negro and they would open doors for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One young brother hawking CDs told me my Mythology wasn't nothing, nothing. I'm not sure if he was referring to the term pussy or the pamphlet--I think it was the word pussy that was "nothing." For some people, here and in the North, the term itself holds trauma of the most wretched kind. I watched one woman come toward me looking bitter, so when I gave her the pamphlet she immediately threw it down. She was mad or bitter already--if I had handed her money she would have threw it on the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Jackson State University is the Africans "own" school but we wonder about the endgame of black education--what are we producing in the black schools but another generation of negroes! Of course conditions often force people to new vistas, so the so-called Negro may be forced to do for self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-583078691045209989?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/583078691045209989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=583078691045209989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/583078691045209989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/583078691045209989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/mythology-hits-mississippi.html' title='Mythology Hits Mississippi'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-3138226942400788078</id><published>2009-09-19T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T09:38:15.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology of Pussy, A Rite of Passage, Draft #2</title><content type='html'>The Mythology of Pussy, A Rite of Passage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast:&lt;br /&gt;Ptah Allah El, poet&lt;br /&gt;Raynetta Rayzetta, choreographer/dancer&lt;br /&gt;Rehema Bah, dancer&lt;br /&gt;Rashidah Mwongozi, singer, muscian, dancer&lt;br /&gt;Augusta Collins, singer, musician&lt;br /&gt;Phavia Kujichagulia, poet,singer, musician&lt;br /&gt;Ayodele Nzingha, director, poet, actress&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne Ware, poet&lt;br /&gt;Paradise, poet&lt;br /&gt;Tatiana Green, actress&lt;br /&gt;Geoffrey Grier, actor&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X, poet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythology, 1st Movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights up on Rasheedah singing "Pearls" (India Arie version). She is joined from stage right by Mechelle and stage left by Augusta who join her in song. From center stage come dangers in African costume, led by Raynetta, soon joined by Rehema who takes center stage. Eventually Marvin X enters to recite For the Women over the top of Pearls. Raynetta performs dance to For the Women. Marvin is joined by Ayo who recites with him. As song and poem fades, dancers and singers exit. Marvin begins narrative of Mythology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the women&lt;br /&gt;who bear children&lt;br /&gt;and nurture them with truth&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who cook and clean&lt;br /&gt;behind thankless men&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who love so hard so true so pure&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;with faith in God and men&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;alone with beer and rum&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;searching for a man&lt;br /&gt;at the club college church party&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;independent of men&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;searching their souls&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who smoke crack and freak&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who love only women&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who play and run and never show&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who rise in revolt in hand with men&lt;br /&gt;who say never never never again&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who suffer abuse and cry for justice&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;happy and free of maternal madness&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who study and write&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who sell their love to starving men&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who love to make love and be loved by men&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;of Africa who work so hard&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;of America who suffer the master&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who turn to God in prayer and patience&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who are mothers of children and mothers of men&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who suffer inflation recession abortion rejection&lt;br /&gt;for the women&lt;br /&gt;who understand the rituals of men and women&lt;br /&gt;for the women who share&lt;br /&gt;for the women who are greedy&lt;br /&gt;for the women with power&lt;br /&gt;for the women with nothing&lt;br /&gt;for the women locked down&lt;br /&gt;for the women down town&lt;br /&gt;for the women who break horses&lt;br /&gt;for the women in the fields&lt;br /&gt;for the women who rob banks&lt;br /&gt;for the women who kill&lt;br /&gt;for the women of history&lt;br /&gt;for the women of now&lt;br /&gt;I salute you&lt;br /&gt;A man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussy is a many splendid thing. Pussy power has been known to help construct civilizations and destroy them. Wars have been fought over pussy. And the most powerful men in the world have been brought low behind pussy. What a powerful thing it is, totally confounding men time after time, season after season, century after century. The more men learn about pussy, the more they forget—or shall we say, they got it (theory) but didn’t get it (the practice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would probably be proper to first discuss the mythology of dick before discussing the mythology of pussy, but for dramatic effect we will continue our discussion of pussy, for it is common sense that what is good for the goose is good for the gander. And furthermore, there is more oppression in the world caused by men’s attitude toward pussy than toward their dick, although the patriarchal society gives dominance to the dick, but in the male’s headlong rush to enter the pussy, he becomes blind to his own sexuality and consumed by the need to plunge his organ inside the vagina. In his blindness and his resulting sexual pathology, he becomes numb to the reality that the female is more than pussy, that pussy has a mind, a brain, a cornucopia of emotions based on phases of the moon. “If you believe I am just a physical thing, you'll never see the spiritual power I bring”, says a poem by Phavia Kujichagulia entitled YO YO YO: AUSTRALOPITHECUS AFRENSIS (Enter Phavia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHAVIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo…yo…yo…in case you didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a woman, a mother, dred daughta, soul lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet solid chocolate rock of Jah womanhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money in the bank, soul sistah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knock on wood it’s all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the years of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody better recognize &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(somebody better recognize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duck and dodge, comin’ up like God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sistahs surviving the odds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so drop the sexist hype&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop the stereotypes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I’m an ebony Goddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen mother doing it right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you’ve got to fight to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things you see on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can believe in the media hype&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause if you believe I’m just a physical thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you’ll never see the spiritual power that I bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe I’m the Eve to the Garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know that I’m the virgin that gave birth to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Australopithecus Afrensis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since 3.5 million B.C.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody on the planet had to come through me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the Olduvia Gorge human life was born&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the thighs of momma Africa’s Great Rift Valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so take a tally, take notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever it takes to rock your boat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but just know that I’m the Eve to the Garden of Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know that I’m the virgin that gave birth to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the present to your past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumerian princess from Kemet’s Nile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babylonian, Dravidian, Olmec child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ire daughta gave birth to one human race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that’s what you see upon I &amp; I face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though the media tries to disguise my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the mother of justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma’at is my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no more blame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more shame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more pain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no more games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo…yo…yo…in case you didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a woman, a mother, dred daughta, soul lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet solid chocolate rock of jah womanhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;money in the bank, soul sistah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knock on wood it’s all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the years of tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somebody better recognize &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(somebody better recognize)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duck and dodge, comin’ up like God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sistahs surviving the odds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so drop the sexist hype&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop the stereotypes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause I’m an ebony Goddess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen mother comin’ up right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you’ve got to fight to survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the things you see on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can believe in the media hype&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you can believe in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘cause if you believe I’m just a physical thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you’ll never see the spiritual power that I bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said… if you believe I’m just a physical thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you’ll never see the spiritual power that I bring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo…yo…yo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just thought you ought to know &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(used by permission, all rights reserved by Phavia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rather than consider the totality of pussy, let’s limit our discussion to the physicality of pussy, although we may, by the end of this essay, arrive at a more holistic attitude toward pussy. In our initial discussion here, let us then deal with pussy as a physical thing, somehow unconnected to the phenomenon known as “woman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin by saying pussy is transient, elusive and ephemeral. “See,” a woman demonstrated to me as she jumped, “When I jumped my pussy jumped—therefore my pussy belongs to me.” Thus the locus of control of pussy is with the pussy, not any external source such as a man, based on marriage rites and patriarchal social definitions of authority, or de facto slavery when the female is viewed as chattel (personal) property. “I pay the cost to be the boss.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is way past for men to get a grip on themselves regarding the matter of pussy and their warped attitude toward it that is primitive, reactionary and in the modern world forces men into court mandated anger management classes, and often jail and prison as a result of domestic violence. The purpose of this discussion is to bring about progressive consciousness on this matter so that men finally “get it,” and in the process free the woman of oppression and free themselves as well, so both man and woman can pursue their divinity by transcending the focus on sexuality to reach the higher level of spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What If (Call and Response)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there was no God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Allah Jesus Jehovah Buddha Marx Lenin Jah Damballah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there was no God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No religion but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Muslim, Christian, Jew, Buddhist, Hindu &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Baptist Sunni Shiite Zionist Hebrew Communist Sikh Catholic God in Christ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Methodist Sufi &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atheist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No woman man child grandmother grandfather uncle aunt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No holiday except everyday is holy day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Sabbath but everyday no Juma’a but everyday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prayin but all day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day we say nothing but No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Bible Qur’an Torah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No conversation no sermon no speech no words but silence and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No moaning no laughing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no tears no wars &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No killing no lying &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Al Humdulilah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Hallelujah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Hail Krishna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Jah Rastafari &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The One &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Unity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everlasting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what if what if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe maybe maybe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it believe it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One God One Truth One Reality One Unity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sects schisms divisions religions boxes tribes nations &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One humanity One God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is no God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what if what if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No temple no church no masjed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No preacher no imam no rabbi no priest no minister no shaman no poet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No prophet no messenger no messiah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if gay marry gay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesbian marry lesbian &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man marry woman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man marry women &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman marry men &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho’s be with tricks &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricks be with ho’s &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what if what if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one beats woman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one beats man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one beats child &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one kills no one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is no war &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is peace on the planet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if guns are no more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is All &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the cow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the horse &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the tree &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the river &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the fish &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the child &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the youth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the old people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the poor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the rich &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the hungry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the sick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the dope fiend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the alcoholic &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the sinner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what if what if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God is the captive you won’t liberate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child you won’t love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mama you hate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daddy you hate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is No God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God is the fear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won’t release &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the pain you won’t release &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the love you won’t release &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the tears you won’t cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the lies you tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the mountain you won’t climb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the success you won’t try &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the beauty you don’t see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running out the hourglass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the body you refuse to heal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the mind you refuse to feed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what if what if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God is ready when you ain’t ready &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God is ready when you get ready &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what if what if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is no God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God is the forgiveness you won’t give &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God is the denial you drown in like a hog in slop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what if what if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if God is the peace in your house &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The love in your life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy on your face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The happiness in your heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thankfulness of your smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if there is NO God but God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if my life and my death are all for God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for woman, not for man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not over a woman, not over a man &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life and death are all for God &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what if what if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I grieve for nothing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God is everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever God wants I want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever God don’t want I don’t want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever God has I have &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever God don’t have I don’t want &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if what if what if &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is No God but God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the roots of this sexual dysfunction are religious based—and nearly all the religions are guilty, certainly the patriarchal religions, Judaism, Christianity, Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The educational system enforces the religious order by the sin of omission or saying nothing. After all, a person can attend the highest universities in the land, Harvard, Yale, Stanford, without ever having a class on human sexuality or male/female psychology and socialization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the male, in the absence of manhood training, is left to his own ignorant notions of the nature and value of pussy. His main concern is that the pussy is his and nobody else’s. That he can come and go into the pussy at will, at his beck and call. Of course this is a mental blindness he must overcome immediately so he can enter the road to spiritual maturation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cannot continue throughout his life in these enlightened times with such backward notions of pussy. Pussy is never static but ever moving, dynamic and fluid. Pussy told me, “I can come with anyone.” But in the cave man’s mind, pussy is static, thus the man is shocked when pussy shows its fluid and dynamic nature jumping in tune with another dick or pussy for that matter. These days, pussies are jumping in tune with each other, partly due to male ignorance of feminine psychosexuality, but more importantly due to the effeminization of black males by societal forces or institutional racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social construct has always been to keep the black male from the reins of power. In the Sisyphusian mythology, we advance to retreat, for with each advance the rules change so we must renew the march up the hill, for the closer we get, the more the mountain top retreats to higher ground. The 60s was the great leap forward in black manhood, but it was crushed of necessity by the US government—black men were determined to take power by force of arms—which could only mean civil war, so they had to be stopped—no society can risk civil unrest by its slaves or former slaves and/or their descendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rush to manhood had to be stopped by any means necessary, infiltration, agent provocateurs, disinformation, sabotage, conspiracy, murder, false charges leading to imprisonment or exile, drugs, sex and rock and roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a well disciplined army could have withstood the barrage from the oppressor America, but brothers went mad with power, misusing pussy while the government used pussy to destroy the movement by using pussy power to cause chaos in the movement.&lt;br /&gt;Sonia wrote, “What a white woman got cept her white pussy?” She also told us about brothers taking pussy in the name of Fanon, Fanon, Fanon—the “revolutionary screw!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As activist parents were terrorized by the oppressor, the men in turn terrorized the women, often beating them in the name of black power. The children took note of this parental behavior and some of the males emulated their fathers. And daughters emulated their mothers by remaining passive and submitting to male oppression. The religions enforced this notion of male domination or “leadership.” But when the blind lead the blind, they both fall into the ditch together. How can the male lead when he is ignorant to knowledge of self? Has no knowledge of Supreme Wisdom, or if he does, he doesn't know how to apply it! So he is blind, yet he is supposed to be in authority over his woman—his pussy, rather. This doesn’t make sense!The women fled from this ignorance to embrace each other, finally free from male terrorism, the man who only saw her pussy as pussy, never having a name, a personality and spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gay/lesbian revolution caught the fallout from the failure of the pussy culture, the deconstruction of the patriarchy that could not remain in the process of the modern technological revolution that forced the woman out of the house as chattel slave--and once she saw the city, she would never return to the country. World War II brought her the beginning of economic independence with the desecration of the male population from the war. It instituted the matrifocal household or female dominated culture that would become pervasive as we entered the new millennium. The 60s revolution was the last outbreak of black manhood, afterwhich came the crushing power of the state to crush his nuts back into the sands of time, drugging him out, imprisonment, lack of economic opportunity and homosexuality took its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POET &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(either a mime or dance to the following poem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Lesbians&lt;br /&gt;Cause they excite me&lt;br /&gt;in their rejection of m&lt;br /&gt;I love them cause they hate me&lt;br /&gt;in their hatred is drama&lt;br /&gt;I love drama&lt;br /&gt;standing next to them&lt;br /&gt;chest to chest&lt;br /&gt;cheek to cheek&lt;br /&gt;they step backward&lt;br /&gt;at my manly aggression&lt;br /&gt;I love their honesty&lt;br /&gt;in defense of community&lt;br /&gt;of course I don't listen&lt;br /&gt;understand no part of no&lt;br /&gt;my arrogant masculinity&lt;br /&gt;macho disrespect&lt;br /&gt;but I wouldn't take the pussy&lt;br /&gt;have become wiser&lt;br /&gt;in old age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After losing control of the pussy forever, some men turned into pussy, became weak and passive, a disgusting representation of the macho man so familiar to the female who concluded if she was going to have a woman she might as well have a real woman. Terrified of the new woman, the pussy man turned to his own kind for support, adding to the devastation of his gender. Do not think societal forces had no play in his deconstruction, for the 60s terrorized him as much as he had terrified the state--and of course the state won with its awesome police and military power. The state went a step further: it turned the male against himself, his brotherhood, by supplying the drugs and guns that would further deplete the male population by creating internal fear as well as external. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his woman seized power allowed her by the state and given her by the powerlessness of her man who suffered a military and political defeat after the 60s rebellion, the next generation of males tried to continue the sexual domination with the rise of hip hop culture, the culture that is the direct descendant of 60s black power culture. The young males saw their fathers abuse their mothers and continued the tradition, even trying to extend the pimp/ho culture. So the black woman had a moment of glory when she became a "queen" in the sixties, but by the 80s she was depicted as ho, dog, bitch, even with her advance education and attempt at economic parity, thus equality. In short, his woman was completely and forevermore out of control unless he accepted reciprocity which was anathema to the patriarchal ideal of dominating the pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with female economic security, the woman would not tolerate his reactionary view of her as pussy. Or maybe she would flip the script and make him her boy toy, to be kicked out at her whim, depending on her emotional disposition or phases of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alona Clifton, a political woman in the Bay Area, asked what happened to the love revealed in the song, I Love You Porgey? Indeed, the passion is gone, the chase, the capture, the triumph of domination. It is all fake these days. No one is true, but lies prevail and pervade the love ritual. What has love got to do with it, Tina asked? And Janet said, "What have you done for me lately?" And so we have arrived at a moment in the sun wherein the Creator has things fixed, as Sun Ra taught me, either do the right thing, or we can't go forward or backward in our relationships. Relationships are fragile at best, with men and women filled with insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the tragic love affair of the young quarterback. It represents the woman asserting her rights to the dick, and so the script has flipped. She owns the penis now, are we not to assume, to the extent that she would blast him four times while he slept. Young men beware, things ain't like they used to be and never will be again. "If you think I'm just a physical thing, wait til you see the spiritual power I bring," says Phavia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother McNair, may he rest in peace, was an NFL quarterback who made it to the Superbowl, but in the Superbowl of Pussy he was an abject failure: he could not quarterback his team of pussies. In the end, pussy triumphed a thousand to one, meeting him on the one yard line and knocking him into eternity. Poor soul, his patriarchal mentality of "I pay the cost to be the boss" didn't mean anything when pussy stood up to confront his proposition of male domination. Clearly, he thought, like men of patriarchal socialization think, that he could have all the pussy he wanted, without a consensus from the pussies. At least the Muslims get a consensus in their polygamous fantasies. I was lucky to escape with my head. One of my pussies said she thought about killing me in my sleep for abusing her. And my father-in-law said he would have killed me a long time ago if his granddaughters didn't love me so much. Pussy is a life and death matter, as we see with McNair and millions of other men who are meeting their fate these days in the pussy rebellion sweeping the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time ago I went to speak at a court-mandated domestic violence session. I had come early to the men's session, so when I arrived a women's group was in session, so I sat in. I was amazed to hear the women speak of what they were doing to men these days: from violence to threats of violence over the phone. Brothers need to study the psychology of pussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the great mythologist Joseph Campbell noted, women know they are women after the first cycle. When do men know? All primitive societies had manhood rites that taught about womanhood and manhood, but in modern society this training is absent, so men rely on the ignorance of their friends or some reactionary pimp psychology. So when do men get the lesson they are dealing with a spiritual being, a being who can actually take more pain than they--who can bleed for five days without dying while a man cannot bleed for five minutes! Brothers need to get a healing real quick, quicker than you can say Jackie Robinson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golden Eggs For Ama &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ptah Allah El  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor sista! She bears the burden &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of sin of all nations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had bad relations with all the previous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men in her life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her last relationship it wasn’t &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So easy to say it is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because even though she not that sleazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still like to het her eggs done over easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She say, “Baby don’t tease me.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She felt a special sexual spark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he hit it- And quit it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then left her in the dark. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she likes her eggs Sunny side up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she prays for brighter days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her child she’s trying to raise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But EBT only pays for the bare minimums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dreams of leaving the projects &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And moving to condominiums &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jack thought he was the Mack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the block. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he climbed up her bean stock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he heard she was a little loose, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And saw that she was thicker than the Goose that laid the Golden Egg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The future family  plans are foiled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack turned her out without a doubt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now her eggs Are hard boiled, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotten, and spoiled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still she is the mother of civilization &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through her monthly menstruation, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bleeds for the nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing away the sins of man and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When rain drops fall from her eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cries tears for years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That thang between her ears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has been used abused and rambled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many brothers like track &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars ran through her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the eggs between her legs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are scrambled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though her eggs might be scrambled &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still gamble with a sista. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know she a chicken head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And everybody know, chicken heads don’t &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lay golden eggs but they sho’ make &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful ghetto babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t it funny, how the Easter bunny &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to hide the eggs. But chicken heads &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around my way have beautiful ghetto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month they become full of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to be man’s wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Madia say, a good man is hard to find. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still the bride is ready to meet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bridegroom in the mystic room of the mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother of civilization through &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her monthly menstruation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bleeds for the nation washing away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sins of man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Releasing the cosmic egg, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes your PMS causes me stress. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But your body is the precious nest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That protects the egg of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ama, your wisdom gave birth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everything of spiritual &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And material worth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we thank you because &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the mother of civilization, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And through your moon menstruation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bleed for the nation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washing away the sins of man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(used by permission, all rights reserved)&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, don’t ask for the pussy. Wait until she offers it to you, after all it is her pussy. Please, brothers, get an immediate understanding on this, no matter how much you pay on your pussy bill, it’s still her pussy. Your ignorance on this point has caused many of you to be locked down in prisons and jails, some for the rest of your lives, simply because you thought, in your deranged patriarchal mentality, that you owned your woman, that she was your chattel or personal property, causing you to kill your brother or friend. I had friends no longer on this earth because they got caught up in the pussy game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely miss my friends and wish they were here to enjoy the fall of Western civilization with me—and the fall of Eastern civilization, for that matter—all the reactionary myths and rituals of the East must fall into the dustbin of history as well, the domestic violence, female genital circumcision, child marriage, honor killings, the whole range of reactionary, archaic, ignorant male mythology pervading the religions and culture of Africa and Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, women need a healing as well. The woman who killed the quarterback thought she owned her man’s penis. Just as your pussy is not his, his dick is not yours, he can and will give it to whomever he likes. Get a healing on this point and you will advance in your spiritual maturation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, you can’t get on your cell phone and call baby boy to tell him you’re gonna “key” his car because your girlfriend saw him riding down the street with baby mama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody owns nobody, no matter what the marriage papers say, no matter what shacking laws say. We are free spirits and only when we recognize this will some relationships become lasting, after all, what does flesh have to do with it? Flesh has nothing to do with love and I can use myself as an example—read my essay The Maid, the Ho, the Cook, in my book In the Crazy House Called America. I describe my love for a prostitute who sold her love up and down San Pablo Avenue, one of the longest streets in the Bay Area.But when she showed up at my door I was happy as a puppy dog, so don’t tell me about flesh. It wasn’t a physical matter, but a matter of the heart. I didn’t give a damn how many men she had slept with since the last time we were together, just come on in the house and give me my moment in the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is life except a moment in time? That’s all we have with each other, a moment or two, so enjoy the one you’re with for the moment it is and have no regrets. Get rid of all that sexual greed and guilt from religious socialization that have you inside the box of sexual madness and depravity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask any prostitute or sex worker, her pussy will be just as good tomorrow as it was yesterday. Come out of all that holy Joe bullshit that he violated my trust or she violated our vows. Grow up, what do vows have to do with the reality of life? Human beings are subject to do anything in the course of a day. A large percentage of black women admitted to having sex on the job with the boss in Jet Magazine some years ago. Now you know Jet is the Negro Bible, if it’s in Jet, it’s got to be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love the one ya wit, give them all you can for the moment you are with them and have no regrets, since nothing lasts forever, know this and grow in your spiritual maturation. Let our boys become men with this knowledge and our girls become women. Don’t be a fifty or sixty year old man or woman still tripping about pussy and dick! Oh, he/she was unfaithful! He/she lied to me. He promised to be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you worry about her pussy when you can’t safeguard your dick? You want to stick your dick in every hole yet worry about what dick is going in her pussy. Get a life! What does it matter what dick is going in her pussy when you don’t even know who she is as a spiritual being and she doesn’t know you accept as a hard dick? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Know Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had a chance to know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we made love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had a chance to know my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand my fears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn about issues &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me heal some things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you wanted to make love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have a clue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think I'm a good dick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or some good tight pussy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never will now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you wanted to make love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to get a nut &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't even talk much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit leading up to sex &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went along &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horny too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we never will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we blew it forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we made love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too fast too quick too soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you think you own me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't talk on the phone to friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we made love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I gave you some dick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me some pussy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm no longer human &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your love slave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my slave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we gonna get married &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna have children &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna beat my ass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're going to jail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're getting a divorce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we're friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just Friends" Charlie Parker tune &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, clean your hands before entering the pussy, cut your fingernails, remove the dirt. Otherwise, you will wonder why your pussy is not feeling good, but it will be because of your filthy hands causing infection, to say nothing of your filty dick that might have been in any hole it could find, even a hole in the ground. Pussy is delicate, treat it gently, not like you are entering a machine, even though some pussies like it rough and hard, so accommodate those pussies, even though bad results will appear sooner or later. A friend tells me her doctor friend told her we can't imagine some of the problems pussies come to her with as a result of how the men treat pussy, the objects they put in it, beyond dildos--sometimes fists and arms up to the elbow. But pussy is to be treated gently for it is a vital, the most vital organ of the female, well, maybe not equal to the heart, but life comes through pussy, so threat it right. Let it rest from time to time, something I had to learn in my cave man days. In general, the woman's body is precious and complicated. You cannot beat it down and think it is going to serve you forever because it is going to break down. If you beat on your car with a sledgehammer how would it look.&lt;br /&gt;We do the same with our woman in general, beat her down then expect her to function at her best. Sometimes we beat her while pregnant with our child. What can come of a savage who does this--nothing of good, no good luck, as my mother told me time after time when she learned I was abusing my women (as if I owned them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession of an ex-wife beater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A dance accompanies this poem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beat her because she loved me&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;gouged my fingers in her eyes&lt;br /&gt;stomped her on the floor&lt;br /&gt;because she loved me&lt;br /&gt;because she loved my dirty drawers&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;put my hands on her throat&lt;br /&gt;squeezed until her eyes&lt;br /&gt;looked like marbles&lt;br /&gt;I beat her because she loved me&lt;br /&gt;because she gave me a child that looked just like me&lt;br /&gt;because I held her hand as our seed came forth&lt;br /&gt;I beat her because she wouldn't give me some pussy&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;tore her panties off and took the pussy&lt;br /&gt;then beat her then said to her&lt;br /&gt;"I love you, baby, I love you &lt;br /&gt;I love you so much&lt;br /&gt;you're so precious to me&lt;br /&gt;let me kiss you."&lt;br /&gt;And she let me&lt;br /&gt;then I beat her for letting&lt;br /&gt;because I was drunk&lt;br /&gt;too much rum&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;too much weed&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;too much coke&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;My you are so precious to me&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;My I love you so much baby&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;because she was faithful&lt;br /&gt;because she was patient&lt;br /&gt;because she was&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;while my child stood terrified&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;kicked her&lt;br /&gt;sat on her&lt;br /&gt;punched her in the mouth&lt;br /&gt;in my madness&lt;br /&gt;because she said the wrong word&lt;br /&gt;because she said nothing&lt;br /&gt;because she said the right word&lt;br /&gt;because she had a thought independent of mine&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;knocked her to the floor&lt;br /&gt;because she called the police&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;how could she call the white man on me&lt;br /&gt;as black as I was?&lt;br /&gt;because she called her mama&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;because she picked up the telephone&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;because she left me and I found her hiding in the closet&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;because I took her to New York and she didn't smile&lt;br /&gt;I beat her&lt;br /&gt;and when I got well&lt;br /&gt;when I stopped beating her&lt;br /&gt;she packed her bags packed her baby&lt;br /&gt;and left forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers in prison and jail behind women, either directly or indirectly (those who committed crimes to satisfy your pussy, i.e.,pay your pussy bill) need to think hard, now that you have a moment to think. There's a right way and wrong way to pay your pussy bill. Don't kill half the community to pay your bill. Figure out a way to hustle without killing people because that shit comes back on you. All money ain't good money. Money with blood ain't no good--it will never bring peace and happiness. Have you seen any movie where the gangsters and murderers went on to live a happy life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lights up on woman speaking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMIDA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“OH, HELL NAW (Standing straight up and starts walking and talking), you don’t never get used to it. (Pause) How are you going to get used to something that goes against nature? Ain’t nobody and nothin’ supposed to be locked up for years (Pause), decades at a time. Even plants lose all their color and change the way they look after bein’ under rock for some time…but they don’t stop growing....’cause it’s against nature. (To herself) they got nerve to call it The Department of Rehabilitation, a correctional facility. I’d like to know just who do they think they correcting, ‘cause it ain’t stopped nobody from going to jail.&lt;br /&gt;(Personalizing tone) I’ve been going to prison all my life and never been behind bars. All the men I know end up going at one time or another…even I went to jail on my birthday to visit some dude. My Father…. my Brothers…my Husbands….almost my boyfriends. In fact I don’t think I know one male family member that hasn’t seen a jail at one time or another. All of our conversation eventually relates to when so and so got out or when so and so went to jail. When they do time (Pause) I do time. It’s starts to seem routine but NEVER normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(She turns and picks a man out of the audience and focuses on him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I’m sittin’ here in the penetentary during visiting hours just so I can talk to you. No wait a minute, let me tell you about my day. I first had to get up at 3:30 in the morning, take the girls over to Becky’s place, give her some money I don’t have, then catch a bus downtown to wait for another bus to bring me up here. I then have to wait in the pre-screening room to find out if they have enough space for everyone and if they don’t I have to go home and try it again. Then I make to the waiting room and guard tries to push up on me. (catching her breath before kicking off into high gear)&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what it’s like for a single female trying to make it out here with two kids, pay the rent, get them to school, feed them and myself with no job? And you ask me what’s wrong? Now I realize that it might be a little stressful for you with some of these nuts you are in here with, but they sure don’t look any different to me from the fools you used to hang out with on the corner…. So you otta’ feel right at home…. watching TV all day, having room service meals and sleeping all you want…. (frustrated) “Fuck You"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from The Spot by Geoffrey Grier, used by permission, all rights reserved by G. Grier)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Show video clip of Michael Jackson's They Don't Really Care About Us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stalk your pussy from the prison house. Got your boys following your pussy around town to make sure it doesn't find a dick. It's gonna find something, if only another pussy since you played yourself out of pocket, thinking out of your dick head. Now your girl's girl got your pussy. How you like that Mister Big Time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a thinking man's game, so think before you act. There are very few things in life really important and pussy ain't one of them. Can you take pussy to the bank? Even so-called pimps know pussy comes and goes, rarely does pussy stay forever, so why you killing over pussy that was going to leave anyway--it was just a matter of time, dummy. Ask Fillmore Slim how many of his ho's stayed forever? Ask him where are all those ho's he had, where did they go--they went to pussyland where all pussies go. So appreciate the pussy while you got it, if only for a moment. Like Fillmore says, if you treat pussy right, it might come back, but if you treat it wrong, it will be long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Transition music, song and/or dance here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick the pussy lightly, like a feather in the wind. Don't devour it like a Mike Tyson cannibal, "...so greedy for my lady, I turn her womb into a tomb.... Be cool, fool, go away and pray and pray and pray." Yes, pray on the pussy, bless it with kindness until the lips open and spread wide, stroke it til juices flow like Niagara Falls washing your face with love. Oh, the juice of love in the night or early morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Need dance for this poem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POET &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday love ain't Sunday love&lt;br /&gt;before work love&lt;br /&gt;don't want to go to work love&lt;br /&gt;before morning shower/coffee love&lt;br /&gt;entangle &lt;br /&gt;caress&lt;br /&gt;tongue in mouth&lt;br /&gt;down her valley of nile&lt;br /&gt;safari&lt;br /&gt;for the wild animal in her&lt;br /&gt;ride each other till&lt;br /&gt;earth quake comes&lt;br /&gt;aftershocks&lt;br /&gt;love talk&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;br /&gt;shower when she gets home&lt;br /&gt;smell like each other&lt;br /&gt;pussy in moustache&lt;br /&gt;smell my underarms&lt;br /&gt;sweet love funk&lt;br /&gt;may not shower today&lt;br /&gt;wear her all day&lt;br /&gt;imagine her with me on me under me&lt;br /&gt;me in her mouth&lt;br /&gt;stroking me to perfection&lt;br /&gt;relaxation&lt;br /&gt;what is heaven about?&lt;br /&gt;it's Monday&lt;br /&gt;boss waiting&lt;br /&gt;let the sucker wait&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in late&lt;br /&gt;boss man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Dance here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When joy comes do not spoil the hour with negative ideas, but open the heart of love as the bird cage opens for the bird to take flight only to return when it wills. There is no compulsion in love, for love is not to be forced but happens when it happens, so let it happen on its time not yours, for what do you know of love except when it speaks and you are silent, only then you gain understanding and wisdom. Be silent is the best mode, not the lips that chatter when silence is glory. In silence all things come to you for pleasure, because you are deserving and so the pussy runs over with the juice of love. And you have not touched it with tongue or finger or penis, but the silence of your mind is read by the pussy and so it came running as a lover in search of lost love, that eternal love beyond pussy and dick and silly gender notions of the infantile ones who dwell on the animal plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, the pussy is far away yet so near you smell it, feel it, stroke it until it comes, yet it is not there, only a thought, a memory of time past when pussy was young and fresh and wild, and you ran to it and it embraced you on the beach, in the wind and sun. There was no shame, no guilt, no greed, just innocence of time and place, not even knowing you were in paradise, heaven. It was the best of times and they did not end but reappear even now in the fourth quarter of your life. There is joy and joy knows you and welcomes you home with open arms and lips. Be gentle, ask for nothing because all is yours. No one can have what is yours, for the door only opens for you and you alone. It is no effort on your part, it is the voice of the wind, the falling leaves say it is yours for your labor under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Notes: Here we can do something from One Day in the Life and/or show video of 2Pacs Dear Mama--maybe show this at the end since it ends with reference to Dear Mama.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussy ruled the world until along came Crack. Crack diminished the respect and value of pussy forever. It did not destroy the power of pussy but it wounded it forever. After Crack, pussy will never be the same. Its value became so low on the stock market, one could hardly find it, for it dropped worse than in the Great Depression and in this Second Depression pussy is fighting for its life, especially with young brothers thinking they can pimp pussy because the dope game has played out. But these days pussy can take your life, with one drop a man can die from the myriad STDs, not to mention AIDS. Yes, pussy has gone from the giver of life to the taker of life, from the power of God to the power of the devil. Oh, will the glory days of pussy ever come again. The young brothers in the barber shop said to me, "OG, when you were young and caught something from a girl, you only got a drip--today, when we catch something we die!" The times, they are a changing and so has pussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers coming home from prison are infecting their women from the joy of prison life. Some women are infertile as a result of their man's homosexual behavior in prison that he denies until it is too late: his poor, innocent woman suffers a death dealing blow because of his dishonesty and debauchery. See Ayodele's great play Death by Twilight. The woman has so much faith in her man she never admits he is the cause of her dying from AIDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then older women go to bars and nightclubs for that one night stand and never recover from their evening with undercover brother who looked like a man but was all bitch inside, even beyond bitch because he was a lier and deceiver, a wicked devil in the night, who stole the woman's heart, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael said Remember the Time! Remember the time when pussy was golden and pure, pasteurized and homogenized! Today pussy is filthy as the harlot's, or maybe hers is cleaner than the square girls because the harlot knows how to clean hers, the square girl knows nothing because mama taught her nothing because mama didn't know being the Crack ho she was. But I agree with Tupac, "You might be a Crack fiend, Mama, but you still a black queen, Mama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Could use video of 2Pac reciting this classic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mama by 2Pac&lt;br /&gt;You are appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse One: 2Pac]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young me and my mama had beef&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets&lt;br /&gt;Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face&lt;br /&gt;Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place&lt;br /&gt;Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool&lt;br /&gt;with the big boys, breakin all the rules&lt;br /&gt;I shed tears with my baby sister&lt;br /&gt;Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids&lt;br /&gt;And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama&lt;br /&gt;When things went wrong we'd blame mama&lt;br /&gt;I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell&lt;br /&gt;Huggin on my mama from a jail cell&lt;br /&gt;And who'd think in elementary?&lt;br /&gt;Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day&lt;br /&gt;And runnin from the police, that's right&lt;br /&gt;Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside&lt;br /&gt;And even as a crack fiend, mama&lt;br /&gt;You always was a black queen, mama&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand&lt;br /&gt;for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man&lt;br /&gt;You always was committed&lt;br /&gt;A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it&lt;br /&gt;There's no way I can pay you back&lt;br /&gt;But the plan is to show you that I understand&lt;br /&gt;You are appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Reggie Green &amp; "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady... &lt;br /&gt;Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady&lt;br /&gt;Dear mama&lt;br /&gt;Place no one above ya, sweet lady&lt;br /&gt;You are appreciated&lt;br /&gt;Don't cha know we love ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Two: 2Pac]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair&lt;br /&gt;No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't let me feel for a stranger&lt;br /&gt;They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along&lt;br /&gt;I was lookin for a father he was gone&lt;br /&gt;I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs&lt;br /&gt;They showed a young brother love&lt;br /&gt;I moved out and started really hangin&lt;br /&gt;I needed money of my own so I started slangin&lt;br /&gt;I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks&lt;br /&gt;It feels good puttin money in your mailbox&lt;br /&gt;I love payin rent when the rent's due&lt;br /&gt;I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I was low you was there for me&lt;br /&gt;And never left me alone because you cared for me&lt;br /&gt;And I could see you comin home after work late&lt;br /&gt;You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate&lt;br /&gt;Ya just workin with the scraps you was given&lt;br /&gt;And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin&lt;br /&gt;But now the road got rough, you're alone&lt;br /&gt;You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way I can pay you back&lt;br /&gt;But my plan is to show you that I understand&lt;br /&gt;You are appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Three: 2Pac]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama&lt;br /&gt;I can always depend on my mama&lt;br /&gt;And when it seems that I'm hopeless&lt;br /&gt;You say the words that can get me back in focus&lt;br /&gt;When I was sick as a little kid&lt;br /&gt;To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did&lt;br /&gt;And all my childhood memories&lt;br /&gt;Are full of all the sweet things you did for me&lt;br /&gt;And even though I act craaazy&lt;br /&gt;I gotta thank the Lord that you made me&lt;br /&gt;There are no words that can express how I feel&lt;br /&gt;You never kept a secret, always stayed real&lt;br /&gt;And I appreciate, how you raised me&lt;br /&gt;And all the extra love that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be alright if ya hold on&lt;br /&gt;It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way I can pay you back&lt;br /&gt;But my plan is to show you that I understand&lt;br /&gt;You are appreciated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet lady&lt;br /&gt;And dear mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mama&lt;br /&gt;Lady [3X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fetus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama please don't kill me&lt;br /&gt;don't you see I got my daddy's head hands feet&lt;br /&gt;mama please don't kill me&lt;br /&gt;don't flush me down the toilet&lt;br /&gt;I might be a prophet&lt;br /&gt;come to save the world&lt;br /&gt;mama&lt;br /&gt;please&lt;br /&gt;don't &lt;br /&gt;kill&lt;br /&gt;me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We support a woman's right to control her pussy and the fruit thereof. At the same time we condemn men who deposit their semen in the pussy of a murderer, for we agree with Mother Theresa who said, "Abortion is the first murder, after which all other murder is possible." And prophet Muhammad said, "Do not kill your children for fear of poverty." Abortion would not be possible if men did not have sex with women they know favor abortion, so I put the onus on men, not women. Men should ask the woman if she gets pregnant will she kill the unborn child? If she says yes, he should depart from her in haste, unless he favors murder as well. Why are you jumping in a woman's pussy you know is a killer? Now if you want her to kill your seed, that is another matter--the matter is why? What if your parents had aborted you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with putting an unwanted child up for adoption, since there are many women who cannot have children? There are couples who would love and cherish that unwanted child, so why is there a need to kill it? And even though a woman's body is her business, it seems to me the man should be informed--supposedly, in the woman's mind, it's none of his business. This is why I say the man was wrong to enter her pussy in adverse circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the case of rape, why not put the child up for adoption? If the life of the mother is in danger, this is another matter--abortion must be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are absolutely opposed to the right wing Christian anti-abortion hypocrites who favor murder to stop murder, even to the point of assassinating doctors. Furthermore, these right wing Christians--where in the Bible does Jesus advocate murder?--only want to delay the death of the child, allowing it to grow up so it can fight and die in imperialist wars across the planet. So these Christians are no different from the pro-abortion women, it is only a difference of time, the objective is the same. Does it matter if the child is killed in the womb or 18 years later in wars for the expansion of capitalism and slavery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the woman (and man) is too poor to feed the child, put it up for adoption. A dear friend of mine adopted a child from Jamaica whose family could not afford to feed. She brought the child back to America and raised him like a prince. She paid for him to received manhood training at the African Village in South Carolina. She adopted and raised four other Crack babies, giving them a wonderful life, even though they yet appreciate it--like most children (even the "normal ones")--they are ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;Often times economics is not the problem but education and psychology or the mental state of the parents, especially the woman--although the young man or father is in the same situation, ignorant and often mentally ill. The result is child abuse. Too many young mothers are ignorant of how to feed a child, even hold a child. I know young mothers who habitually feed their child and themselves at McDonalds--breakfast, lunch and dinner. Many young ladies were drug addicted when they got pregnant, thus unable to breast feed their child. These mothers need community support. We see these babies with babies on the streets of Oakland. We see their stress, how they curse the children, calling them motherfuckers and sons of bitches. They need community support because often grandmother (thirty, forty or fifty years old) says she's "too old" to be a grandmother. One grandmother whose son has two children, says she wants her son to stay home with her rather than live with his baby moma who's struggling for dear life with two children at 26 years old. This poor mother grew up in Berkeley but had never been to San Francisco. She is no different than young people in Newark, New Jersey who've never been to New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Gave birth to Tangerine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Ptah Allah El &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first girlfriend, Tangerine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to sing and play lead tambourine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the church choir. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as her little body got flyer, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyer, and flyer, lust and desire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invaded her innocence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the preacher proclaimed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the forbidden fruit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he began to pick and peel, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To taste and feel the sweet nectar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of Tangerine’s sex appeal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangerine Tangerine. It was so obscene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body say 21, her brain say 12-teen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Tangerine  Tangerine she  was ripe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one side, on the other side green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still he squeezed and pleased &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he seized her mind and turned &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangerine into a sex fiend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His original sin made Tangerine comprehend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That her strength and beauty &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was the weakness of men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day she ran away, she asked herself &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fundamental question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the difference between &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimps and preachers? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She answered: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The preacher has more whores &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she got flyer, flyer, and flyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But went lower, lower and lower &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody  bothered to show her, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it mean? To be a Yong Black Queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she is out on a limb. Trying to find her roots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her role models are bitches and prostitutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangerine Tangerine stepped on the scene, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But didn’t realize it was going down like a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submarine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she went lower, lower and lower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody bother to show her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is out on a limb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to find her roots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet her role models are all rotten fruits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substitutes for the queen Tangerine longs to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She need MGT and GCC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got flyer, flyer, and flyer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went lower, lower , and lower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until she went under. Still she wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it mean? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be a strong black queen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is going lower, lower, and lower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower, lower, and lower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody bother to show her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangerine Tangerine. It was so obscene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body say 21, her brain say 12-teen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to see Tangerine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the scene. Please remind her she is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Young Black Queen! &lt;br /&gt;(used by permission, all rights reserved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NARRATOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies with babies is not helpful to our community progress. Often the mother, father and children are doomed to poverty unless they are determined to rise up in spite of circumstances. And community support is greatly needed. Teach the young people manhood and womanhood rites or how to restrain themselves until they mature. At eighteen when I fathered my first child, I was a baby with a baby, and soon followed another child before I was twenty. I am happy for the children, but they could have been delayed until I finished my education. I am happy my children restrained themselves sexually until they completed their education. Thank God they had more discipline than I. I do know that one of my sons (now deceased, RIP) impregnated an Asian girl while in college. He asked me what to do and I told him not to abort, but he did so anyway because he said the girl could not return to Japan with a black child. As I've written elsewhere, she could have left the little Tiger Woods here and took her funky ass back to Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POET &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Is Love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love?&lt;br /&gt;only kisses hugs&lt;br /&gt;what is love&lt;br /&gt;only meetings of the minds&lt;br /&gt;what about times&lt;br /&gt;when minds do not meet&lt;br /&gt;is love not present in the air&lt;br /&gt;in the blood of loving souls&lt;br /&gt;too ignorant to know the test of love&lt;br /&gt;the many ways it strives to be and not be yet is always and forever&lt;br /&gt;not always tender&lt;br /&gt;sometimes rough and sharp&lt;br /&gt;like a razor cutting to the heart&lt;br /&gt;love is pain we take to grow&lt;br /&gt;be strong again&lt;br /&gt;with tears in the night&lt;br /&gt;alone again&lt;br /&gt;we find ourselves wondering&lt;br /&gt;if love was even real&lt;br /&gt;yet it was if we see if we look&lt;br /&gt;beyond romantic notions&lt;br /&gt;of everything is cool always with love&lt;br /&gt;but we know the blues of love&lt;br /&gt;when we miss the words from lips&lt;br /&gt;so tender in truth&lt;br /&gt;but we miss them in haste&lt;br /&gt;to be the authority on love&lt;br /&gt;yet love has been around since eternity&lt;br /&gt;and will stay when lovers have gone away&lt;br /&gt;it will stay&lt;br /&gt;in spite of all the tear the fights the verbal bouts&lt;br /&gt;the put outs and come backs&lt;br /&gt;and gimme my keys&lt;br /&gt;and why don't you call&lt;br /&gt;and don't you still care&lt;br /&gt;and why did you go&lt;br /&gt;and do you really lover her or really love him&lt;br /&gt;after all the time we shared&lt;br /&gt;how could you do this to me&lt;br /&gt;after all I did for you in the night&lt;br /&gt;what is love&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we must enjoy the hurt the pain&lt;br /&gt;only to grow be wise again &lt;br /&gt;this time with God in the center of things&lt;br /&gt;but try&lt;br /&gt;for love is precious&lt;br /&gt;and time is short&lt;br /&gt;and life must be lived with joy&lt;br /&gt;somehow through it all&lt;br /&gt;let joy arise and take control&lt;br /&gt;of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Part One ends with song/dance of Stevie Wonder's Ribbon in the Sky. Part Two&lt;br /&gt;opens with actors in white face reciting I Love Everything About You But You and I Love Everything About Me But Me by Paradise. Try reading these two poems silmultaneously and rapidly like an explosion of the mind with truth as we enter phase two of the ritual which is the peer group healing session that allows the people to speak their minds in a safe place. This might be followed by Ptah Allah El's Spare Some Change and Marvin X's Can You Change, then the peer group to recover from the addiction to white supremacy (mythology) begins  with the focus on sexuality but within the framework of the 13 Steps to Recover. This ritual may take place over several days in a retreat situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, BUT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black spirit&lt;br /&gt;They want the black mind&lt;br /&gt;They want the black soul&lt;br /&gt;They want the black behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black muscle&lt;br /&gt;They want the black heart&lt;br /&gt;They want the black music&lt;br /&gt;They want the black art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black rhythm&lt;br /&gt;They want the black hips&lt;br /&gt;They want the black power&lt;br /&gt;They want the black lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black style&lt;br /&gt;They want the black talk&lt;br /&gt;They want the black skill&lt;br /&gt;They want the black walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black rod&lt;br /&gt;They want the black heat&lt;br /&gt;The want the black coffee&lt;br /&gt;They want the black meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black land&lt;br /&gt;They want the black gold&lt;br /&gt;They want the black diamonds&lt;br /&gt;They want the black coal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black oil&lt;br /&gt;They want the black race&lt;br /&gt;They want the black earth&lt;br /&gt;They want the black space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black dollars&lt;br /&gt;They want the black gods&lt;br /&gt;They want the black everything...but me and you&lt;br /&gt;Now that's odd!&lt;br /&gt;It's like they're trying to say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about you, but you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;but not the black neighbor!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, BUT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Copyright by Paradise, 1995 &lt;br /&gt;"I Loved Everything About Me, But Me!", &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the white spirit&lt;br /&gt;I got the white dreams&lt;br /&gt;I got the white hopes&lt;br /&gt;I got the white schemes&lt;br /&gt;I got the white grades&lt;br /&gt;I got the white college&lt;br /&gt;I got the white degree&lt;br /&gt;I got the white knowledge&lt;br /&gt;I got the white job&lt;br /&gt;I got the white bread&lt;br /&gt;I got the white meat&lt;br /&gt;I got the white spread&lt;br /&gt;I got the white car&lt;br /&gt;I got the white house&lt;br /&gt;I got the white neighbors&lt;br /&gt;I got the white spouse&lt;br /&gt;I got the white religion&lt;br /&gt;I got the white the white hair&lt;br /&gt;I got the white diction&lt;br /&gt;I got the white flair&lt;br /&gt;I got the white credit card&lt;br /&gt;I got the white coke&lt;br /&gt;I got the white membership&lt;br /&gt;I got the white smokes&lt;br /&gt;I got the white sugar&lt;br /&gt;I got the white salt&lt;br /&gt;I got the white diet&lt;br /&gt;I got the white gout&lt;br /&gt;I got the white doctor&lt;br /&gt;I got the white disease&lt;br /&gt;I got the white hospitals&lt;br /&gt;I got the white surgeries&lt;br /&gt;I got the white bill&lt;br /&gt;I got the white stroke&lt;br /&gt;I got the white pill&lt;br /&gt;I got the white croak&lt;br /&gt;I got the white funeral&lt;br /&gt;Where somebody told a white racist joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the white everything&lt;br /&gt;But I still wasn't happy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I loved everything about me&lt;br /&gt;But me!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHANGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY Ptah Allah El&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t  mean to disturb you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; but can you spare some change? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the ghetto is getting more &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; strange and deranged &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So can you please spare some change? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because ghetto youth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need better education &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge of selfology elevation &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a strange situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How they can’t read, but they &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know the words to every song &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That comes on the radio station. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they idolize commercial gangster &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MC.’s who change their clothes every two seconds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On these music videos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what they really need &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To changes is their flows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because every time he flows his nose grows, like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinocchio’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he look at me strange &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I ask him for some change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I ain’t accepting no wooden nickels, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I can’t accept no wooden niggas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet these niggas with big figgas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spend their money on SUV’s &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sittin’ on dubs and spinners &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Play Station, DVD’s and five TV’s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amps speakers and a 24 CD disc changer, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when he sees his gangsta homie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the street &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He passes him by like a stranger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s riding, he’s riding, he’s high siding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But danger’s on the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said he’s riding, he’s riding, he’s high siding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But danger’s on the way &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he done turned down the wrong street, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where them car jackers stay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pow! (Gunshot!) Couldn’t get no change that day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some people change sex partners &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get their kicks quicker than ho’s turn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricks with strange Toms and Dicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mean to be rude but &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All original people are being subdued &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting fucked and screwed by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devils six six sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascist politics tricks that’s got &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a remote control to change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The channel, because in the new millennium Hommies are still gang banging &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over blue and red flannel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain’t trying to start no scandal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t think that I’m strange &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way I panhandle when I’m &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begging for change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the ghetto is becoming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More strange and deranged &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why it is time to change the times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to change our minds, because our thoughts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are only as big as our minds &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if all we want out of life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is nickels and dimes that’s all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gone have as a people, is crumbs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these ghetto slums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hope one day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change’s change comes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile I’ll be on the corner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with the bums &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Begging my people for change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me … can I get some change? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;used by permission, all rights reserved) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can You Change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you change your wicked ways&lt;br /&gt;your dirty pants&lt;br /&gt;can you change America&lt;br /&gt;put down your warrior ways&lt;br /&gt;wash your bloody hands&lt;br /&gt;can you change Palestine&lt;br /&gt;clean up corruption&lt;br /&gt;share power &lt;br /&gt;can you change Mr. Jew&lt;br /&gt;give up ancient myths rituals&lt;br /&gt;fairy tales nursery rhymes&lt;br /&gt;can you change Mr. Jew&lt;br /&gt;exhausting tired world&lt;br /&gt;stressing us out with endless delusions&lt;br /&gt;choseness&lt;br /&gt;give peace a chance&lt;br /&gt;peace for land peace for security peace for justice&lt;br /&gt;can you change Africa&lt;br /&gt;full of diamonds gold uranium&lt;br /&gt;can you change Africa&lt;br /&gt;poverty ignorance disease greed lust&lt;br /&gt;presidents for life&lt;br /&gt;let God again own the land&lt;br /&gt;let the people own the oil diamonds gold precious metals&lt;br /&gt;can you change Africa&lt;br /&gt;be your glorious self divine self royal self&lt;br /&gt;can you change Africa&lt;br /&gt;stop hacking arms legs clitoris&lt;br /&gt;domestic violence child marriage&lt;br /&gt;tribalism neo-colonialism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you change Latin America&lt;br /&gt;stop peasants growing coca for gringos&lt;br /&gt;flooding streets of America&lt;br /&gt;keep workers home&lt;br /&gt;give a living wage&lt;br /&gt;no more one dollar daily&lt;br /&gt;from can't see to can't see&lt;br /&gt;can you change Latin America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you change Iraq&lt;br /&gt;run Americans out&lt;br /&gt;take oil build new society&lt;br /&gt;chase uncle abdullah down the street&lt;br /&gt;ancient land of Babylon&lt;br /&gt;stand again Iraq&lt;br /&gt;let the jihadists have their run&lt;br /&gt;like Russians in Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;run Americans into the sands &lt;br /&gt;share power with Shiites&lt;br /&gt;long suffering Kurds&lt;br /&gt;give Kurds their nation&lt;br /&gt;let Sunnis know justice&lt;br /&gt;let peace come after Bush I and Bush II&lt;br /&gt;bathe in Tigress Euphrates&lt;br /&gt;can you change Iraq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you change India and China&lt;br /&gt;put down warloards Afghanistan Pakistan&lt;br /&gt;Pakistan India put down nukes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you change Asia&lt;br /&gt;majority of the new world so rule&lt;br /&gt;take power China India&lt;br /&gt;be better than the tired greedy West&lt;br /&gt;where sun has set and night is white&lt;br /&gt;change Asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you change Russia&lt;br /&gt;land of Pushkin the African&lt;br /&gt;change the czar Putin&lt;br /&gt;change the blood of Stalin&lt;br /&gt;send Putin to Siberia or Chechnya&lt;br /&gt;make him a Muslim&lt;br /&gt;can you change Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you change Europe&lt;br /&gt;with union euros&lt;br /&gt;can you be a better people&lt;br /&gt;no more white supremacy&lt;br /&gt;justice to your colonial children in ghettoes&lt;br /&gt;ancestors you raped robbed bled in native lands&lt;br /&gt;making you rich filthy&lt;br /&gt;can you change Europe&lt;br /&gt;can you change&lt;br /&gt;all of you&lt;br /&gt;who hear me crying in the night&lt;br /&gt;can you change&lt;br /&gt;please change&lt;br /&gt;be your better self&lt;br /&gt;for your children with bright eyes&lt;br /&gt;who hunger for knowledge truth&lt;br /&gt;change&lt;br /&gt;for the billions who love peace&lt;br /&gt;who love to love&lt;br /&gt;please change&lt;br /&gt;for your sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;and their sons and daughters&lt;br /&gt;please change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-3138226942400788078?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3138226942400788078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Denial can be personal or communal, for sometimes an entire nation can be in denial about its abominations, for they are too painful to make adjustments in the collective psyche and the personal reality, for to do so would incriminate the mythology and ritual of said society, and thus the normal daily round would be disrupted and dysfunctional, for painful adjustments would be in order, and as long as we can avoid the painful the better, after all, the status quo can be maintained.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;America has lived in grand denial. In the words of Baldwin , white supremacy has caused this nation to believe in rationalizations so fantastic it approaches the pathological. Racism has survived among slaves and masters and the descendants of slaves and masters far too long without any meaningful degree of reconciliation or compensation, even apology is long overdue. Other colonial societies such as the French and Australia recently apologized for colonialism, but not America , the chief colonizer of the modern world. She is mainly guilty of domestic colonialism, having enslaved the Native Americans, and then kidnapped millions of Africans who were brought to these shores for eternal servitude. After emancipation, America promised the freed Africans a few acres and a mule, but never delivered. She promised freedom after her slaves provided 200,000 troops who were decisive in the Civil War, but disarmed them and returned them to virtual slavery called Reconstruction, which was short-lived and essentially put the freed slaves in neo-servitude, at the whim of terrorists known as Klu Klux Klan.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;White America benefited from four centuries of slavery and neo-slavery. The neo slaves fought in her imperial wars against fascism abroad but were subjected to fascism upon returning home. A few slaves benefited from slavery, even having slaves themselves, yet in the end found themselves facing the glass ceiling, especially when they refused to be running dogs for imperialism now called globalism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;General Colin Powell is the most recent example. America duped him and made a fool of him before the world when he gave his fabricated United Nation’s speech to justify the invasion of Iraq . He was replaced with a more pliant Negress in the person of Condi Rice. We are urged to recognize racial progress in her shameful role as Secretary of State. We have achieved equality, for have we not placed ourselves (African Americans) in the position to be charged with war crimes, having justified the slaughter of a million Iraqi men, women and children in the unprovoked occupation and destruction of the jewel of Arabic culture and civilization?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But in our grand denial, blacks as well as whites will attempt to convince the world this point of view is left wing poppycock, the thoughts of a disgruntled segment of the black Americans who have failed to enjoy the benefits of capitalism, now globalism--no matter the disparities in birth and death, education, wage parity,incarceration, housing, health care, homicide and suicide, in every aspect of Americana.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To mention race is to open a can of worms best left unopened because it makes Americans nervous, uneasy, and disturbed mentally if not physically. White Americans are made to feel guilty, thus etiquette demands no mention of race in civil discourse or casual conversation because we are all too sensitive and the endgame might be violence of the worse kind. And so we are mostly silent on the subject until this ugly monster of our body politic raises its head as it inevitably  does from time to time, then after the most brief discussion, all sides are urged to sweep it under the carpet until the next round. Thus this racial drama continues ad infinitum without any real resolution and certainly no reconciliation. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We may have a plethora of interracial marriages with the resultant biracial children, yet nothing has been solved except for a kind of don’t ask don’t talk racial harmony, along with the children growing up in racial confusion called the tragic mulatto syndrome, whereby they try as best they can to choose sides in this racial drama without end. Clearly, Barak Obama is caught between the racism of his preacher and white grandmother. His endgame will be of great interest to the world at large, and even if he doesn’t become president of the US , he will have a role to play in racial politics globally.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, his persona is bigger than America , having an African father and a Muslim middle name (Hussein) than has endeared him to the Islamic world, no matter the outcome of the presidential election. With his now classic speech on race, putting himself in league with Booker T. Washington’s Atlanta Compromise and Martin Luther King’s I Have A Dream, Obama, much to his dismay, has now become a Race Man, in the classic sense of that term whose definition escapes all but those of historical consciousness, which is most of us, black and white—except that we must now realize there is only the human race, except for those in league with me who claim membership in the Divine Race. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;America’s Grand Denial can only be overcome by recovery from our racist white supremacy heritage, beginning by accepting the scientific definition of the human race (or Divine, if you agree with my spiritual notion), then entering a program of detoxification, recovery and discovery.  Detoxification includes deprogramming our white supremacy values of domination and exploitation, including patriarchal authority and capitalist greed that has lead us to the present recession/depression worldwide. The free market economy is nothing more than pimping by gunboat diplomacy. You sell me your labor and natural resources at the cheapest price or I will take them at gunpoint, under the guise of bringing you democracy—an advance from the naked colonial era of spreading Christianity. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Recovery is discarding the Grand Denial that there is a problem or that the problem has been remedied, therefore stop making whites the villain and blacks the victim, in fact, forget the entire matter—although blacks already suffer acute amnesia to the degree that they are a danger to themselves and others. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And who would tell a Jew to forget the Holocaust? And does not the Jew remind the world at every turn what the Germans did to them? We have a thousand times more right to tell the world what happened to us than any Jew, for our suffering lasted four centuries, not four or five  years. For their four or five years (1939-1945) the Jews were given a state while we have not acquired one acre for four centuries (1619-2008) of slave labor and government sanctioned terror that even Hitler emulated with his destruction of the Jews. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In order to recover from the addiction to white supremacy, America must make a searching and fearless moral inventory; she must admit to God the exact nature of her wrongs; be ready to have God remove her defects of character (being saved by the grace of Jesus Christ has not and will not solve America’s white supremacy addiction—the white Christian mythology allowed us to be burned on the cross or lynching tree—yes, strangely similar to Jesus). Rev. James Cone suggests America can only recover from the addiction to white supremacy by coming to an understanding of the relationship of the cross and the lynching tree. Listen to Billie Holiday’s Strange Fruit and ponder the life of Jesus Christ. You have had Jesus in your midst for over four hundred years and crucified him on a daily basis, even unto this present hour. America must examine her census, her graveyards in the south and north, the bills of sale, the insurance policies, her jail and prison inmates, the mental hospital patients gone mad as a result of white supremacy addiction—then make a list of all the Africans harmed, the Native Americans, the poor whites treated worse than you treated niggers—then make amends to such people, including reparations in the form of land and sovereignty. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Discovery for America in general will be when she accepts the radicalization of her culture to bring it in harmony with the global village, which involves the dismantling of institutions that perpetuate domination and exploitation of her citizens and other peace loving peoples throughout the world.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If America persists in her Grand Denial, then she must prepare for her self destruction, for it shall come at the hands of the man in the mirror, not from any external forces.&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. M&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dr. M is the author of How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy, A Pan African 13 Step Model, Black Bird Press, 1222 Dwight Way, Berkeley CA , $19.95. If you would like to attend a session of the Pan African Mental Health Peer Group to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy, please call 510-355-6339. Marvin X is available for speaking engagements. Check out his blog: www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The above essay appears in his forthcoming book The Wisdom of Plato Negro: A Hustler's Guide to the Game Called Life, Black Bird Press, 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-8366010831735694046?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/8366010831735694046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=8366010831735694046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/8366010831735694046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/8366010831735694046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/race-in-america-grand-denial.html' title='Race in America--the Grand Denial'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-4779902296254962615</id><published>2009-09-15T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T18:10:39.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Elvira and Marvin X on Education</title><content type='html'>Elvira, furthermore, many of those socalled independent black schools are sadly producing a new breed of negroes with consciousness, a neo-negro with African consciousness but smell of black bourgeoisie arrogance and snobbery. Teachers have told me of children in these schools who are lazy, filthy and ultra proud because only their black bourgeoisie parents can afford to pay the tuition so they can become assholes--yes, these children have traveled to Africa and Europe, but are yet suffering from the addiction to white supremacy and might as well attend public schools as they may have African consciousness but in reality are little white kids in black face who are pampered  with maids at home and servants at their beck and call, including their teachers--some teachers have refused to return to the classroom at these schools. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Until we tackle the little white man inside of us and kill him outright, the next generation shall be economically and educationally superior but spiritually dead men and women walking who shall inherit the conspicious consumption of their pseudo conscious parents, joining them in the allley of white supremacy madness.&lt;br /&gt;--Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Elvira Williams &lt;elvira52@bellsouth.net&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Marvin X Jackmon &lt;jmarvinx@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cc: royalimedia &lt;royalimedia@aol.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, September 15, 2009 6:20:11 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Marvin X Mythology Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUMMMMMmmmmmmm,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Truth really hurt and that's what you are a truth teller. I hate to agree but I do you are so right, and I will keep hoping our kids need teachers like you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ROYALIMEDIA  took a walk from Florida to DC. for the same reason,check him out in the cc file walking for Black EDUCATION.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Elvira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Marvin X Jackmon &lt;jmarvinx@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Elvira Williams &lt;elvira52@bellsouth.net&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, September 15, 2009 1:38:04 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Marvin X Mythology Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;own schools = revolution. The Jews will never release their stranglehold (as per teacher unions) on making perfect little negroes in the public schools. How can we have our own schools when we have very few black teachers nationwide. I attended the California Teachers Conf put on by the California Supertindent of Schools. But with 4000 teachers presents, there were less than 400 black teachers present. So forget about black teachers--and of course more than half of the blacks presents were actually of white minds or merely working for a paycheck, having no real interest in making Johnny and Johnnymae black. m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Elvira Williams &lt;elvira52@bellsouth.net&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Marvin X Jackmon &lt;jmarvinx@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, September 15, 2009 3:30:10 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Marvin X Mythology Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Amiri Baraka,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes some body blow up America I sent that to many democrated groups  they tried to get him fired then he come up with a speech he said he will not apoligizi. I love that man as well. we can find a way to open our own Schools if only I wasn't so ill the e-mail below makes me look bad but they changed the paper work. I  went to this minister for help. gave him a cope he didn't know it was a copy when I received it back all had changed  that's not all long story.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this is why we need our own schools.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Elvira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Marvin X Jackmon &lt;jmarvinx@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Elvira Williams &lt;elvira52@bellsouth.net&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Tuesday, September 15, 2009 1:14:24 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Marvin X Mythology Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my writings is allowed in the schools there will be a revolution in the land. We were writing like this during the 60s but most of our literature has not made it into the schools, even the black studies departments use very little of the lit. from the Black Arts Movement or BAM. See Black Fire, the classic anthology of the 60s, edited by Larry Neal and Amiri Baraka. Also see The Black Arts Movement by James Smithurst, University of North Carolinia Press. But I am doing all I can to put my lit. in the streets of Babylon. love, m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-4779902296254962615?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4779902296254962615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=4779902296254962615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/4779902296254962615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/4779902296254962615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/conversation-with-elvira-and-marvin-x.html' title='Conversation with Elvira and Marvin X on Education'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-1873128799519691422</id><published>2009-09-14T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T22:46:46.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a complementary piece to my signature&lt;br /&gt;"I Love Everything About You, But You!" peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Loved Everything About Me, But Me!", by Paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the white spirit&lt;br /&gt;I got the white dreams&lt;br /&gt;I got the white hopes&lt;br /&gt;I got the white schemes&lt;br /&gt;I got the white grades&lt;br /&gt;I got the white college&lt;br /&gt;I got the white degree&lt;br /&gt;I got the white knowledge&lt;br /&gt;I got the white job&lt;br /&gt;I got the white bread&lt;br /&gt;I got the white meat&lt;br /&gt;I got the white spread&lt;br /&gt;I got the white car&lt;br /&gt;I got the white house&lt;br /&gt;I got the white neighbors&lt;br /&gt;I got the white spouse&lt;br /&gt;I got the white religion&lt;br /&gt;I got the white the white hair&lt;br /&gt;I got the white diction&lt;br /&gt;I got the white flair&lt;br /&gt;I got the white credit card&lt;br /&gt;I got the white coke&lt;br /&gt;I got the white membership&lt;br /&gt;I got the white smokes&lt;br /&gt;I got the white sugar&lt;br /&gt;I got the white salt&lt;br /&gt;I got the white diet&lt;br /&gt;I got the white gout&lt;br /&gt;I got the white doctor&lt;br /&gt;I got the white disease&lt;br /&gt;I got the white hospitals&lt;br /&gt;I got the white surgeries&lt;br /&gt;I got the white bill&lt;br /&gt;I got the white stroke&lt;br /&gt;I got the white pill&lt;br /&gt;I got the white croak&lt;br /&gt;I got the white funeral&lt;br /&gt;Where somebody told a white racist joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the white everything&lt;br /&gt;But I still wasn't happy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I loved everything about me&lt;br /&gt;But me!?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) asante Paradise 939&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-1873128799519691422?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/1873128799519691422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=1873128799519691422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1873128799519691422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/1873128799519691422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-complementary-piece-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2395925280509863840</id><published>2009-09-14T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:07:47.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for Your Support of Mythology</title><content type='html'>Again, thank you for your support. I was further humbled when a brother of my generation, a former Black Panther, told me he actually learned something from reading Mythology. You know it takes a certain courage and humility for a black man to tell another black man he learned something from him, so I took his comments with great humility, knowing that I do not own the truth but I am only a vehicle for the truth, so I do not think for one moment I am saying something original, just truthful. I know it is not me who deserves the praise but the God of Truth. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want other writers to come out of academia and into the streets to spread their truths so the people can arise from the dead. We so often talk and condemn the people for illiteracy and ignorance, and then when they find material that sparks their interest we condemn them or the material or the writer who has inspired them to read and move to higher consciousness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when the people only read Iceberg Slim and Donald Goines--we condemned them but did we provide them with alternative material? If they start with Mythology and like it, surely they will be moved to read my other books or books by other writers. Soon we may have a literacy and consciousness revolution in the hood instead of negro/black killings. Imagine, youth are stealing Mythology from each other. What if they stole other books from each other? Or what if authors disseminated their books for free throughout the hood--surely there would be a change in consciousness. Dope dealers reading books, sex workers reading books, school drop outs reading books while hanging on the corner. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seeing a "player" reading Mythology on the corner of 14th and Broadway in Oakland, a white man immediately came to me to buy a copy. Of course he wanted to see what that Player was reading. m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2395925280509863840?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2395925280509863840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2395925280509863840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2395925280509863840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2395925280509863840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you-for-your-support-of-mythology.html' title='Thank You for Your Support of Mythology'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7815825302329715124</id><published>2009-09-14T13:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:01:37.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, BUT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black spirit&lt;br /&gt;They want the black mind&lt;br /&gt;They want the black soul&lt;br /&gt;They want the black behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black muscle&lt;br /&gt;They want the black heart&lt;br /&gt;They want the black music&lt;br /&gt;They want the black art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black rhythm&lt;br /&gt;They want the black hips&lt;br /&gt;They want the black power&lt;br /&gt;They want the black lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black style&lt;br /&gt;They want the black talk&lt;br /&gt;They want the black skill&lt;br /&gt;They want the black walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black rod&lt;br /&gt;They want the black heat&lt;br /&gt;The want the black coffee&lt;br /&gt;They want the black meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black land&lt;br /&gt;They want the black gold&lt;br /&gt;They want the black diamonds&lt;br /&gt;They want the black coal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black oil&lt;br /&gt;They want the black race&lt;br /&gt;They want the black earth&lt;br /&gt;They want the black space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black dollars&lt;br /&gt;They want the black gods&lt;br /&gt;They want the black everything...but me and you&lt;br /&gt;Now that's odd!&lt;br /&gt;It's like they're trying to say what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love everything about you, but you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They want the black neighborhood&lt;br /&gt;but not the black neighbor!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, BUT YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Copyright by Paradise, 1995&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-7815825302329715124?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7815825302329715124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=7815825302329715124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7815825302329715124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7815825302329715124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-love-everything-about-you-but-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-4162818172839704878</id><published>2009-09-13T09:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T09:17:47.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter to the Common People of Oakland</title><content type='html'>Open Letter to the Common People of Oakland and the Bay&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is with the deepest humility that I acknowledge the most positive reception to any piece of writing I have done over the past fifty years, since my published work began at Merritt College in Oakland. My short story "Delicate Child" won a prize in the Merritt College literary magazine and was later published in SoulBook, circa 1963. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Although I've written nearly twenty books since then, only Mythology of Pussy has been received with such positive response from the common people, including youth, male and female, fathers, youth workers, but most especially mothers. We know a child always wants to please mother, so when mothers come to me saying, "Thank you, thank you, thank you for writing Mythology of Pussy--and I am demanding my son and daughter read it"--this is quite over whelming and negates any negative response, especially from the black bourgeoisie, intellectuals in perpetual crisis, the hip hop pseudo conscious and those steeped in narrow minded religiosity. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I write for the common people and I am so pleased they indeed have enough common sense to get past the cover page and the word pussy that has caused a mental fixation in the upper and elite people. The common people, even though some of them may have problems with use of the word pussy, they are intelligent enough not to judge a book by the cover and turn to the text for a close reading. Upon close reading, it is clear to them I am dealing with a problem of a most serious and critical nature, male/female relations, especially psycho-sexual behavioral problems, such as patriarchal domination, identity formation, responsibility, child-rearing, domestic and partner violence with the resulting incarceration in jail and prison, the high rate of court mandated anger management sessions among black men and lately among black women, or men and women of any color for that matter.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;More than money and fame, a serious writer wants to be appreciated for the truth of his work. The people of Oakland and the Bay Area have made me feel appreciated and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Peace and Love,&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;Houston, Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythology of Pussy Book Tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X is embarking on a national tour of his latest work Mythology of Pussy, a manual for a manhood/womanhood rites of passage. Combined with his How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy, Mythology is a healing balm for those seeking respite from the ravages of the white supremacy patriarchal dominated society that infects male/female relations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentative Schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September/October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas Southern University, Houston, TX&lt;br /&gt;University of South Carolina, Columbia, SC&lt;br /&gt;Howard University, Washington, DC&lt;br /&gt;Temple University, Philadelphia&lt;br /&gt;Medgar Evers College, Brooklyn NY&lt;br /&gt;Amiri Baraka 75th Birthday Celebration, Newark NJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact: 510-355-6339 for booking or final schedule&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-4162818172839704878?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/4162818172839704878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=4162818172839704878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/4162818172839704878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/4162818172839704878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/open-letter-to-common-people-of-oakland.html' title='Open Letter to the Common People of Oakland'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-6714492044439042902</id><published>2009-09-10T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T08:44:35.455-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology of Pussy, A Rites of Passage for Men and Women</title><content type='html'>The Mythology of Pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussy is a many splendid thing. Pussy power has been known to help construct civilizations and destroy them. Wars have been fought over pussy. And the most powerful men in the world have been brought low behind pussy. What a powerful thing it is, totally confounding men time after time, season after season, century after century. The more men learn about pussy, the more they forget—or shall we say, they got it (theory) but didn’t get it (the practice).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would probably be proper to first discuss the mythology of dick before discussing the mythology of pussy, but for dramatic effect we will continue our discussion of pussy, for it is common sense that what is good for the goose is good for the gander. And furthermore, there is more oppression in the world caused by men’s attitude toward pussy than toward their dick, although the patriarchal society gives dominance to the dick, but in the male’s headlong rush to enter the pussy, he becomes blind to his own sexuality and consumed by the need to plunge his organ inside the vagina. In his blindness and his resulting sexual pathology, he becomes numb to the reality that the female is more than pussy, that pussy has a mind, a brain, a cornucopia of emotions based on phases of the moon. “If you think I am just a physical thing, wait til you see the spiritual power I bring”, says a poem by Phavia Kujichagulia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But rather than consider the totality of pussy, let’s limit our discussion to the physicality of pussy, although we may, by the end of this essay, arrive at a more holistic attitude toward pussy. In our initial discussion here, let us then deal with pussy as a physical thing, somehow unconnected to the phenomenon known as “woman.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us begin by saying pussy is transient, elusive and ephemeral. “See,” a woman demonstrated to me as she jumped, “When I jumped my pussy jumped—therefore my pussy belongs to me.” Thus the locus of control of pussy is with the pussy, not any external source such as a man,  based on marriage rites and patriarchal social definitions of authority, or de facto slavery when the female is viewed as chattel (personal) property. “I pay the cost to be the boss.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is way past for men to get a grip on themselves regarding the matter of pussy and their warped attitude toward it that is primitive, reactionary and in the modern world forces men into court mandated anger management classes, and often jail and prison as a result of domestic violence. The purpose of this discussion is to bring about progressive consciousness on this matter so that men finally “get it,” and in the process free the woman of oppression and free themselves as well, so both man and woman can pursue their divinity by transcending the focus on sexuality to the higher level of spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the roots of this sexual dysfunction are religious based—and nearly all the religions are guilty, certainly the patriarchal religions, Judaism, Christianity, Islam.&lt;br /&gt;The educational system enforces the religious order by the sin of omission or saying nothing. After all, a person can attend the highest universities in the land, Harvard, Yale, Stanford, without ever having a class on human sexuality or male/female psychology and socialization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so the male, in the absence of manhood training, is left to his own ignorant notions of the nature and value of pussy. His main concern is that the pussy is his and nobody else’s. That he can come and go into the pussy at will, at his beck and call. Of course this is a mental blindness he must overcome immediately he can enter the road to spiritual maturation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He cannot continue throughout his life in these enlightened times with such backward notions of pussy. Pussy is never static but ever moving, dynamic and fluid. Pussy told me, “I can come with anyone.” But in the cave man’s mind, pussy is static, thus the man is shocked when pussy shows its fluid and dynamic nature jumping in tune with another dick or pussy for that matter. These days, pussies are jumping in tune with each other, partly due to male ignorance of feminine psychosexuality, but more importantly due to the effeminization of black males by societal forces or institutional racism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social construct has always been to keep the black male from the reins of power. In the Sisyphusian mythology, we advance to retreat, for with each advance the rules change so we must renew the march up the hill, for the closer we get, the more the mountain top retreats to higher ground. The 60s was the great leap forward in black manhood, but it was crushed of necessity by the US government—black men were determined to take power by force of arms—which could only mean civil war, so they had to be stopped—no society can risk civil unrest by its slaves or former slaves and/or their descendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rush to manhood had to be stopped by any means necessary, infiltration, agent provocateurs, disinformation, sabotage, conspiracy, murder, false charges leading to imprisonment or exile, drugs, sex and rock and roll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a well disciplined army could have withstood the barrage from the oppressor  America, but brothers went mad with power, misusing pussy while the government used pussy to destroy the movement by using pussy power to cause chaos in the movement.&lt;br /&gt;Sonia wrote, “What a white woman got cept her white pussy?” She also told us about brothers taking pussy in the name of Fanon, Fanon, Fanon—the “revolutionary screw!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As activist parents were terrorized by the oppressor, the men in turn terrorized the women, often beating them in the name of black power. The children took note of this parental behavior and some of the males emulated their fathers. And daughters emulated their mothers by remaining passive and submitting to male oppression. The religions enforced this notion of male domination or “leadership.” But when the blind lead the blind, they both fall into the ditch together. How can the male lead when he is ignorant to knowledge of self? Has no knowledge of Supreme Wisdom, or if he does, he doesn't know how to apply it! So he is blind, yet he is supposed to be in authority over his woman—his pussy, rather. This doesn’t make sense!The women fled from this ignorance to embrace each other, finally free from male terrorism, the man who only saw her pussy as pussy, never having a name, a personality and spirituality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The gay/lesbian revolution caught the fallout from the failure of the pussy culture, the deconstruction of the patriarchy that could not remain in the process of the modern technological revolution that forced the woman out of the house as chattel slave--and once she saw the city, she would never return to the country. World War II brought her the beginning of economic independence with the desecration of the male population from the war. It instituted the matrifocal household or female dominated culture that would become pervasive as we entered the new millennium. The 60s revolution was the last outbreak of black manhood, afterwhich came the crushing power of the state to crush his nuts back into the sands of time, drugging him out, imprisonment, lack of economic opportunity and homosexuality took its toll. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After losing control of the pussy forever, some men turned into pussy, became weak and passive, a disgusting representation of the macho man so familiar to the female who concluded if she was going to have a woman she might as well have a real woman. Terrified of the new woman, the pussy man turned to his own kind for support, adding to the devastation of his gender. Do not think societal forces had no play in his deconstruction, for the 60s terrorized him as much as he had terrified the state--and of course the state won with its awesome police and military power. The state went a step further: it turned the male against himself, his brotherhood, by supplying the drugs and guns that would further deplete the male population by creating internal fear as well as external. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;As his woman seized power allowed her by the state and given her by the powerlessness of her man who suffered a military and political defeat after the 60s rebellion, the next generation of males tried to continue the sexual domination with the rise of hip hop culture, the culture that is the direct descendant of 60s black power culture. The young males saw their fathers abuse their mothers and continued the tradition, even trying to extend the pimp/ho culture. So the black woman had a moment of glory when she became a "queen" in the sixties, but by the 80s she was depicted as ho, dog, bitch, even with her advance education and attempt at economic parity, thus equality. In short, his woman was completely and forevermore out of control unless he accepted reciprocity which was anathema to the patriarchal ideal of dominating the pussy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But with female economic security, the woman would not tolerate his reactionary view of her as pussy. Or maybe she would flip the script and make him her boy toy, to be kicked out at her whim, depending on her emotional disposition or phases of the moon.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Alona Clifton, a political woman in the Bay Area, asked what happened to  the love revealed in the song, I Love You Porgey? Indeed, the passion is gone, the chase, the capture, the triumph of domination. It is all fake these days. No one is true, but lies prevail and pervade the love ritual. What has love got to do with it, Tina asked? And Janet said, "What have you done for me lately?" And so we have arrived at a moment in the sun wherein the Creator has things fixed, as Sun Ra taught me, either do the right thing, or we can't go forward or backward in our relationships. Relationships are fragile at best, with men and women filled with insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Look at the tragic love affair of the young quarterback. It represents the woman asserting her rights to the dick, and so the script has flipped. She owns the penis now, are we not to assume, to the extent that she would blast him four times while he slept. Young men beware, things ain't like they used to be and never will be again. "If you think I'm just a physical thing, wait til you see the spiritual power I bring," says Phavia.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two: Mythology of Pussy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Brother McNair, may he rest in peace, was an NFL quarterback who made it to the Superbowl, but in the Superbowl of Pussy he was an abject failure: he could not quarterback his team of pussies. In the end, pussy triumphed a thousand to one, meeting him on the one yard line and knocking him into eternity. Poor soul, his patriarchal mentality of "I pay the cost to be the boss" didn't mean anything when pussy stood up to confront his proposition of male domination. Clearly, he thought, like men of patriarchal socialization think, that he could have all the pussy he wanted, without a consensus from the pussies. At least the Muslims get a consensus in their polygamous fantasies. I was lucky to escape with my head. One of my pussies said she thought about killing me in my sleep for abusing her. And my father-in-law said he would have killed me a long time ago if his granddaughters didn't love me so much. Pussy is a life and death matter, as we see with McNair and millions of other men who are meeting their fate these days in the pussy rebellion sweeping the planet. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Some time ago I went to speak at a court-mandated domestic violence session. I had come early to the men's session, so when I arrived a women's group was in session, so I sat in. I was amazed to hear the women speak of what they were doing to men these days: from violence to threats of violence over the phone. Brothers need to study the psychology of pussy. As the great mythologist Joseph Campbell noted, women know they are women after the first cycle. When do men know? All primitive societies had manhood rites that taught about womanhood and manhood, but in modern society this training is absent, so men rely on the ignorance of their friends or some reactionary pimp psychology. So when do men get the lesson they are dealing with a spiritual being, a being who can actually take more pain than they--who can bleed for five days without dying while a man cannot bleed for five minutes! Brothers need to get a healing real quick, quicker than you can say Jackie Robinson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, don’t ask for the pussy. Wait until she offers it to you, after all it is her pussy. Please, brothers, get an immediate understanding on this, no matter how much you pay on your pussy bill, it’s still her pussy. Your ignorance on this point has caused many of you to be locked down in prisons and jails, some for the rest of your lives, simply because you thought, in your deranged patriarchal mentality, that you owned your woman, that she was your chattel or personal property, causing you to kill your brother or friend. I had friends no longer on this earth because they got caught up in the pussy game.&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely miss my friends and wish they were here to enjoy the fall of Western civilization with me—and the fall of Eastern civilization, for that matter—all the reactionary myths and rituals of the East must fall into the dustbin of history as well, the domestic violence, female genital circumcision, child marriage, honor killings, the whole range of reactionary, archaic, ignorant male mythology pervading the religions and culture of Africa and Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, women need a healing as well. The woman who killed the quarterback thought she owned her man’s penis. Just as your pussy is not his, his dick is not yours, he can and will give it to whomever he likes. Get a healing on this point and you will advance in your spiritual maturation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, you can’t get on your cell phone and call baby boy to tell him you’re gonna “key” his car because your girlfriend saw him riding down the street with baby mama.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody owns nobody, no matter what the marriage papers say, no matter what shacking laws say. We are free spirits and only when we recognize this will some relationships become lasting, after all, what does flesh have to do with it? Flesh has nothing to do with love and I can use myself as an example—read my essay The Maid, the Ho, the Cook, in my book In the Crazy House Called America. I describe my love for a prostitute who sold her love up and down San Pablo Avenue, one of the longest streets in the Bay Area.&lt;br /&gt;But when she showed up at my door I was happy as a puppy dog, so don’t tell me about flesh. It wasn’t a physical matter, but a matter of the heart. I didn’t give a damn how many men she had slept with since the last time we were together, just come on in the house and give me my moment in the sun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what is life except a moment in time? That’s all we have with each other, a moment or two, so enjoy the one you’re with for the moment it is and have no regrets. Get rid of  all that sexual greed and guilt from religious socialization that have you inside the box of sexual madness and depravity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask any prostitute or sex worker, her pussy will be just as good tomorrow as it was yesterday. Come out of all that holy Joe bullshit that he violated my trust or she violated our vows. Grow up, what do vows have to do with the reality of life? Human beings are subject to do anything in the course of a day. A large percentage of black women admitted to having sex on the job with the boss in Jet Magazine some years ago. Now you know Jet is the Negro Bible, if it’s in Jet, it’s got to be true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So love the one ya wit, give them all you can for the moment you are with them and have no regrets, since nothing lasts forever, know this and grow in your spiritual maturation. Let our boys become men with this knowledge and our girls become women. Don’t be a fifty or sixty year old man or woman still tripping about pussy and dick! Oh, he/she was unfaithful! He/she lied to me. He promised to be true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you worry about her pussy when you can’t safeguard your dick? You want to stick your dick in every hole yet worry about what dick is going in her pussy. Get a life! What does it matter what  dick is going in her pussy when you don’t even know who she is as a spiritual being and she doesn’t know you accept as a hard dick? Again Phavia, “If you think I’m just a physical thing, wait til you see the spiritual power I bring!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Three: Mythology of Pussy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opal Palmer Adisa's play Bathroom Graffiti Queen is a womanhood training rite, the feminine counterpart to Amiri Baraka's classic The Toilet which was a manhood rite on the theme of homosexuality. Opal Palmer's play deals with the myriad problems pussy can cause its owner, the woman of course. The language is befitting the bathroom or rest room--though she questions what is there to rest about? But the room is where women come to share their pain by writing on the wall and then await the Bathroom Queen's written reply or spoken to the audience while the women sit on the toilet. The young actress Tatiana Monet does multiple roles, making us wonder is she simply suffering from schizophrenia as part of the drama. The Queen, performed eloquently by Ayodele Nzingha (also director/producer) gives bits of wisdom to each woman's problem, whether it is the young girl who wonders if she should allow the boy to play with her pussy or stick his tongue in her mouth or eventually put his penis inside her, or the woman who is stalked by a man, or how should a woman deal with her period or the funky smell of yeast infection. These are the problems addressed by the Queen, herself broken from time and space in an oppressive world. Her clothing and makeup are graffiti itself, an extension of her madness since something pushed her to live in the toilet among the piss and shit of life, a victim of capitalism and slavery. Her Jamaican accent adds to the flavor of this Pan African drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Baraka's Toilet allowed women to peer or peep inside the world of young men, the males in the audience where allowed to view the feminine private conversation and ranting. We've often wondered what women do in the restroom, why they take so long. One female just came to address the wall and pray for an answer. Thus the room became the therapy clinic for a society lacking mental health workers. The sick must heal themselves. And so the young girls turned to the elder woman for comfort even though she was broken herself, for even the doctor or priestess is a victim of pervasive white supremacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening with the Lower Bottom Playaz theatre in the heart of West Oakland, began with Marvin X's classic Flowers for the Trashman, his 1965 classic about life in the very community the theatre is located. He attended Catholic school and Prescott Elementary School across the street from the theatre, located at 10th and Peralta. His play about the father/son relationship is still relevant today as conditions have deteriorated in the black family with a majority of fathers absent. Indeed, the two men playing the lead roles grew up without fathers. We wonder what pain, what trauma is in their heads as they perform this psychodrama about silence and communication, even police abuse since they young men are in jail from an altercation with police, yes, the OPD. Imagine, we are still dealing with police abuse in Oakland forty years later, yes, even after the rise of the Black Panther Party in this same neighborhood and throughout Oakland for that matter, from Oscar Grant ( shot to death by BART police) to Louvelle Mixon who killed four cops earlier in the year. A student from Howard University, President Davis, told Marvin X the play needs to be updated as per the police. Marvin said, "No. This play is about fathers and sons, not about police brutality--that is another play. When fathers and sons come together there will be no police brutality--there will be war!" The actors included: Doe (Wes) N Reezy (Joe), Wolfhawkjaguar (Negro), D'Leezy Coleman (white man) and High Beats Entertainment (jailer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This show continues tonight. If you live in West Oakland or anywhere in the Bay, you need to make it down to the Sister Thea Bowman Theatre, 10th and Peralta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Four: Mythology of Pussy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers, clean your hands before entering the pussy, cut your fingernails, remove the dirt. Otherwise, you will wonder why your pussy is not feeling good, but it will be because of your filthy hands causing infection, to say nothing of your filty dick that might have been in any hole it could find, even a hole in the ground. Pussy is delicate, treat it gently, not like you are entering a machine, even though some pussies like it rough and hard, so accommodate those pussies, even though bad results will appear sooner or later. A friend tells me her doctor friend told her we can't imagine some of the problems pussies come to her with as a result of how the men treat pussy, the objects they put in it, beyond dildos--sometimes fists and arms up to the elbow. But pussy is to be treated gently for it is a vital, the most vital organ of the female, well, maybe not equal to the heart, but life comes through pussy, so threat it right. Let it rest from time to time, something I had to learn in my cave man days. In general, the woman's body is precious and complicated. You cannot beat it down and think it is going to serve you forever because it is going to break down. If you beat on your car with a sledgehammer how would it look.&lt;br /&gt;We do the same with our woman in general, beat her down then expect her to function at her best. Sometimes we beat her while pregnant with our child. What can come of a savage who does this--nothing of good, no good luck, as my mother told me time after time when she learned I was abusing my women (as if I owned them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers in prison and jail behind women, either directly or indirectly (those who committed crimes to satisfy your pussy, i.e.,pay your pussy bill) need to think hard, now that you have a moment to think. There's a right way and wrong way to pay your pussy bill. Don't kill half the community to pay your bill. Figure out a way to hustle without killing people because that shit comes back on you. All money ain't good money. Money with blood ain't no good--it will never bring peace and happiness. Have you seen any movie where the gangsters and murderers went on to live a happy life? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you go to jail, you want to put your pussy in jail on the outside. You didn't treat your pussy right when you were free, so now that you're locked down your pussy wants revenge, and yes, your friend is the best way to get revenge--pussy knows how to hurt you real bad by giving some to your friend, best friend. Now you want to kill him and her over her pussy that you abused, disrespected time after time. You locked down with twenty-five to life, so let the pussy walk. Let it have a life. You can't stop it anyway. Go ahead and get with cellie Joe because your days with pussy are over--you blew it, buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stalk your pussy from the prison house. Got your boys following your pussy around town to make sure it doesn't find a dick. It's gonna find something, if only another pussy since you played yourself out of pocket, thinking out of your dick head. Now your girl's girl got your pussy. How you like that Mister Big Time? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a thinking man's game, so think before you act. There are very few things in life really important and pussy ain't one of them. Can you take pussy to the bank? Even so-called pimps know pussy comes and goes, rarely does pussy stay forever, so why you killing over pussy that was going to leave anyway--it was just a matter of time, dummy. Ask Fillmore Slim how many of his ho's stayed forever? Ask him where are all those ho's he had, where did they go--they went to pussyland where all pussies go. So appreciate the pussy while you got it, if only for a moment. Like Fillmore says, if you treat pussy right, it might come back, but if you treat it wrong, it will be long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part Five: Mythology of Pussy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lick the pussy lightly, like a feather in the wind. Don't devour it like a Mike Tyson cannibal, "...so greedy for my lady, I turn her womb into a tomb.... Be cool, fool, go away and pray and pray and pray." Yes, pray on the pussy, bless it with kindness until the lips open and spread wide, stroke it til juices flow like Niagara Falls washing your face with love. Oh, the juice of love in the night or early morn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When joy comes do not spoil the hour with negative ideas, but open the heart of love as the bird cage opens for the bird to take flight only to return when it wills. There is no compulsion in love, for love is not to be forced but happens when it happens, so let it happen on its time not yours, for what do you know of love except when it speaks and you are silent, only then you gain understanding and wisdom. Be silent is the best mode, not the lips that chatter when silence is glory. In silence all things come to you for pleasure, because you are deserving and so the pussy runs over with the juice of love. And you have not touched it with tongue or finger or penis, but the silence of your mind is read by the pussy and so it came running as a lover in search of lost love, that eternal love beyond pussy and dick and silly gender notions of the infantile ones who dwell on the animal plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine, the pussy is far away yet so near you smell it, feel it, stroke it until it comes, yet it is not there, only a thought, a memory of time past when pussy was young and fresh and wild, and you ran to it and it embraced you on the beach, in the wind and sun. There was no shame, no guilt, no greed, just innocence of time and place, not even knowing you were in paradise, heaven. It was the best of times and they did not end but reappear even now in the fourth quarter of your life. There is joy and joy knows you and welcomes you home with open arms and lips. Be gentle, ask for nothing because all is yours. No one can have what is yours, for the door only opens for you and you alone. It is no effort on your part, it is the voice of the wind, the falling leaves say it is yours for your labor under the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Six: Mythology of Pussy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pussy ruled the world until along came Crack. Crack diminished the respect and value of pussy forever. It did not destroy the power of pussy but it wounded it forever. After Crack, pussy will never be the same. Its value became so low on the stock market, one could hardly find it, for it dropped worse than in the Great Depression and in this Second Depression pussy is fighting for its life, especially with young brothers thinking they can pimp pussy because the dope game has played out. But these days pussy can take your life, with one drop a man can die from the myriad STDs, not to mention AIDS. Yes, pussy has gone from the giver of life to the taker of life, from the power of God to the power of the devil. Oh, will the glory days of pussy ever come again. The young brothers in the barber shop said to me, "OG, when you were young and caught something from a girl, you only got a drip--today, when we catch something we die!" The times, they are a changing and so has pussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers coming home from prison are infecting their women from the joy of prison life. Some women are infertile as a result of their man's homosexual behavior in prison that he denies until it is too late: his poor, innocent woman suffers a death dealing blow because of his dishonesty and debauchery. See Ayodele's great play Death by Twilight. The woman has so much faith in her man she never admits he is the cause of her dying from AIDS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then older women go to bars and nightclubs for that one night stand and never recover from their evening with undercover brother who looked like a man but was all bitch inside, even beyond bitch because he was a lier and deceiver, a wicked devil in the night, who stole the woman's heart, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote about the insanity of sex in my book The Crazy House Called America. As they say in sociology 1A, sometimes there's a cultural lag because the people are ignorant of the paradigm shift. They are caught unaware of the new order, so they play by the old rules and are naturally knocked out of the game. The Bible says the people were destroyed for lack of knowledge. There is no excuse for ignorance these days, in this information age with knowledge pervading the Internet, my space, face book, twitter and elsewhere. Yet the people walk in darkness. Young girls and old girls fall victim to the pleasures of life, or what used to be a pleasure, but what pleasure is there in making love to a dummy? Or a psychopath? I saw a girl with a T shirt that said, "Cute, but Psycho," at least she warned us, not that the boys will heed her message, for they are psycho as well. So when the blind lead the blind.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael said Remember the Time! Remember the time when pussy was golden and pure, pasteurized and homogenized! Today pussy is filthy as the harlot's, or maybe hers is cleaner than the square girls because the harlot knows how to clean hers, the square girl knows nothing because mama taught her nothing because mama didn't know being the Crack ho she was. But I agree with Tupac, "You might be a Crack fiend, Mama, but you still a black queen, Mama!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Seven: Mythology of Pussy&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We support a woman's right to control her pussy and the fruit thereof. At the same time we condemn men who deposit their semen in the pussy of a murderer, for we agree with Mother Theresa who said, "Abortion is the first murder, after which all other murder is possible." And prophet Muhammad said, "Do not kill your children for fear of poverty." Abortion would not be possible if men did not have sex with women they know favor abortion, so I put the onus on men, not women. Men should ask the woman if she gets pregnant will she kill the unborn child? If she says yes, he should depart from her in haste, unless he favors murder as well. Why are you jumping in a woman's pussy you know is a killer? Now if you want her to kill your seed, that is another matter--the matter is why? What if your parents had aborted you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is wrong with putting an unwanted child up for adoption, since there are many women who cannot have children? There are couples who would love and cherish that unwanted child, so why is there a need to kill it? And even though a woman's body is her business, it seems to me the man should be informed--supposedly, in the woman's mind, it's none of his business. This is why I say the man was wrong to enter her pussy in adverse circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in the case of rape, why not put the child up for adoption? If the life of the mother is in danger, this is another matter--abortion must be considered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are absolutely opposed to the right wing Christian anti-abortion hypocrites who favor murder to stop murder, even to the point of assassinating doctors. Furthermore, these right wing Christians--where in the Bible does Jesus advocate murder?--only want to delay the death of the child, allowing it to grow up so it can fight and die in imperialist wars across the planet. So these Christians are no different from the pro-abortion women, it is only a difference of time, the objective is the same. Does it matter if the child is killed in the womb or 18 years later in wars for the expansion of capitalism and slavery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the woman (and man) is too poor to feed the child, put it up for adoption. A dear friend of mine adopted a child from Jamaica whose family could not afford to feed. She brought the child back to America and raised him like a prince. She paid for him to received manhood training at the African Village in South Carolina. She adopted and raised four other Crack babies, giving them a wonderful life, even though they yet appreciate it--like most children (even the "normal ones")--they are ungrateful.&lt;br /&gt;Often times economics is not the problem but education and psychology or the mental state of the parents, especially the woman--although the young man or father is in the same situation, ignorant and often mentally ill. The result is child abuse. Too many young mothers are ignorant of how to feed a child, even hold a child. I know young mothers who habitually feed their child and themselves at McDonalds--breakfast, lunch and dinner. Many young ladies were drug addicted when they got pregnant, thus unable to breast feed their child. These mothers need community support. We see these babies with babies on the streets of Oakland. We see their stress, how they curse the children, calling them motherfuckers and sons of bitches. They need community support because often grandmother (thirty, forty or fifty years old) says she's "too old" to be a grandmother. One grandmother whose son has two children, says she wants her son to stay home with her rather than live with his baby moma who's struggling for dear life with two children at 26 years old. This poor mother grew up in Berkeley but had never been to San Francisco. She is no different than young people in Newark, New Jersey who've never been to New York. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies with babies is not helpful to our community progress. Often the mother, father and children are doomed to poverty unless they are determined to rise up in spite of circumstances. And community support is greatly needed. Teach the young people manhood and womanhood rites or how to restrain themselves until they mature. At eighteen when I fathered my first child, I was a baby with a baby, and soon followed another child before I was twenty. I am happy for the children, but they could have been delayed until I finished my education. I am happy my children restrained themselves sexually until they completed their education. Thank God they had more discipline than I. I do know that one of my sons (now deceased, RIP) impregnated an Asian girl while in college. He asked me what to do and I told him not to abort, but he did so anyway because he said the girl could not return to Japan with a black child. As I've written elsewhere, she could have left the little Tiger Woods here and took her funky ass back to Japan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-6714492044439042902?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6714492044439042902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=6714492044439042902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/6714492044439042902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/6714492044439042902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/mythology-of-pussy-rites-of-passage-for.html' title='Mythology of Pussy, A Rites of Passage for Men and Women'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-815137078716584085</id><published>2009-09-05T20:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T09:38:15.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabon, A Pan African Drama</title><content type='html'>A Short Story:Gabon, Bongo and a Pan African Drama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Marvin X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell in love with a little chicken wing coolie-girl from Trinidad. She was big as a toothpick but he loved her madly even though she was in love with an African from Gabon whose uncle was the President of Gabon, Bongo. The young man was studying to be an airline pilot who was in the United States for flight training. He loved Claudette who was an Afro-Indian from Trinidad. She was madly in love with her pilot friend until the "old man," the "black American" came on the scene. Claudette was a friend of the "old man's" sister Donna, herself in love with a mad West Indian named Fitzroy, a talented but alcoholic brother from Jamaica. Ah, the Pan African drama is on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to visit his sister one night, he saw Claudette leaving his sister's apartment down by Oakland's Lake Merritt. He spitted at her and she replied, and soon he was in her bed making mad love to this chicken wing. Eldridge Cleaver had told him the Caribbean girls have a short attention span, as he had observed in Europe among the Africans and Caribbean ladies. Claudette was true to the game. Her pilot lover was out of town when she met the poet, the "old man," the "black American," so she did her thing with him, except he was too big for her small toothpick body, and secretly she yearned for her African boy with the small dick. But he was out of town, so she got accustomed to the “black American with the big dick.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sucked her and fucked her to no end and she loved it and became addicted, wanting him even when her little dick lover came in from flight training, from Paris or wherever he went to earn his hours. When she was with him she gave him love but when he left town the old man, the black American was in her bed, in the bath tub with her, since he knew the young man’s flight schedule. Minutes after the pilot left, the old man was in her pussy, slam dunking her to no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young man from Gabon, nephew of Bongo, was aware of the goings on in his absence. Sometimes he would call from Paris and hear the old man in the background or foreground humping his woman. He accepted with regret that his woman was in love with the old man. He told his father and uncle, Bongo, of the goings on with the “black American,” They plotted between Paris, Gabon, and Oakland on what to do with the “black American.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The “black American” got wind of their plot to get him out of the mix. He got violent with Claudette, sending her home with two black eyes. “Now explain that to that African motherfucker, bitch. Tell him how you got two black eyes, bitch.”  She went home and told the pilot she had walked into a door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the time when the old man got a shot-gun from his brother to rescue his “bitch” from the African in this very Pan African drama. As his brother was driving him over to Claudette’s house, the shotgun went off in the car and the old man was deaf for a moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got to the house, he went in and while the pilot was sitting at the kitchen table, he told “the bitch” to get up and come with him, which she promptly did, leaving the African sitting at the kitchen table—in the words of Eldridge Cleaver—“with his dick in his hand and his heart racing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he was at Claudette's when she said, "I just heard gunshots." He went over to the window to look out. He saw two men getting into a car--they looked like police types, although black. He later learned the man murdered was San Quentin Six brother Fleeta Drumgo. Years later his murder would remain unsolved, but it probably resulted from his possible role in the killing of prison guards and the retaliaton from guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudette eventually moved on from the pilot and the old man. She met another brother from Trinidad and had a baby by him. The last time the old man saw her she was no longer a chicken wing but had gained weight and had a little junk in her trunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-815137078716584085?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/815137078716584085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=815137078716584085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/815137078716584085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/815137078716584085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/gabon-pan-african-drama.html' title='Gabon, A Pan African Drama'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2908541893411510883</id><published>2009-09-05T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T18:24:07.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Production Notes from Marvin X on Mythology of Pussy Rite of Passage</title><content type='html'>All performers are requested to participate in a Mental Health Peer Group to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy session before embarking upon the Mythology. Then we need a session on the meaning of the Mythology so there is a communal understanding of the objective and goals so we are all on the same page. Then we want to organize Mothers who see the need for Mythology for their sons and daughters, This will be the production support group, maybe they will help raise funds for the production, sell chicken dinners, etc. We must think out of the box to do this production free from white supremacy that got us into the present morass. Love, m&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;From: Mechelle LaChaux &lt;chelechauxnuff@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To: Marvin X Jackmon &lt;jmarvinx@yahoo.com&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent: Saturday, September 5, 2009 3:53:54 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Re: Ayodele Nzingha to Direct Mythology of Pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YaYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!! I am so looking forward to This!!!&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since we all got to to a Master Piece/Peace together!&lt;br /&gt; I'm Lovin It!!!&lt;br /&gt;Chelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2908541893411510883?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2908541893411510883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2908541893411510883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2908541893411510883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2908541893411510883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/production-notes-from-marvin-x-on.html' title='Production Notes from Marvin X on Mythology of Pussy Rite of Passage'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7241893222761554214</id><published>2009-09-05T01:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:21:25.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology of Pussy Dance Drama in the Works</title><content type='html'>Mythology of Pussy, Hottest Book in Oakland!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The hottest book in Oakland is not on the New York Times best seller list. And it will never be, more than likely. Over the last forty years, none of Marvin X’s writings have been reviewed in the major media, but in the black underground he is the most prolific writer. The Last Poets say he writes a book a month. In April he finished the first draft of his memoir of Eldridge Cleaver in three weeks. A few days ago he began writing an essay entitled Mythology of Pussy, a manhood training manual for brothers—and for sisters as well, telling them to look at the opposite sex with the lens of spirituality, rather than viewing  each other as sexual objects.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The title alone is causing men, women, youth and children to snatch the pamphlet out of his hand. He was downtown Oakland asking for donations for the pamphlet, getting between $1.00 and $5.00. For those with no money, he gave it away. When Marvin handed the pamphlet to a father, his little daughter tried to snatch it out of his hand. He resisted  and told her let him read it first, then she can read it. A teenager grabbed the pamphlet and wouldn’t release it, even though she didn’t have any money. She would have dragged the poet down the street if he didn’t let go of the Mythology of Pussy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And when he ran out of copies for the day, a mature black woman was very angry he didn’t have any more after seeing him passing them out. He promised her he would return today with a fresh batch hot off the press. &lt;br /&gt; If you want a copy, come down to 14th and Broadway, downtown Oakland. Even Joyce Gordon of the Joyce Gordon Gallery where Marvin will sign his Cleaver book on Saturday, August 1, --3-5pm, took a copy to her gallery and began reading it aloud to customers. She returned to tell Marvin when he wants to know more about pussy, come see her. She has a few things to say. A conscious brother who read the pamphlet said he agreed with Marvin that manhood  and womanhood  training is the order of the day. The theme is about overcoming domestic and street violence, especially over pussy. Too many brothers must go to court mandated anger management classes because they think they own the pussy. Even the girls think they own the dick--witness NFL quarterback McNair who was shot to death by his girlfriend because she thought he had too many pussies. Marvin says too many brothers are in jail and prison because they tried to pay their pussy bill with ill gotten gain.&lt;br /&gt;Figure out  a way to hustle without killing and destroying lives with dope, the pamphlet suggests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythology of Pussy Comments&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I admit the title turned me off-no man would ever lay his hands on me with that kind of language, but you have plenty to say and you say it like it is --even if it makes you feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;--C. Mixon &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let me see what you talkin bout, Marvin--I been sittin on mine 80 years!--Jerri Lange, author,A Black Woman's Life in the Media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't send me anything vulgar like this. My mother didn't talk like this.&lt;br /&gt;--D. Jackmon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My pussy ain't no myth!&lt;br /&gt;--Anon&lt;br /&gt;Take me off your mailing list.&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. E. Allen, Umass&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want my son to read this with a man, not with me.&lt;br /&gt;-Rashida M&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd read this when I was 18. It would have saved me a lot of trouble with women. I would have recognized who they are and who I am as a spiritual being.&lt;br /&gt;--Reginald J.&lt;br /&gt;Marvin, you and I should have read this when we were 17. Would have saved women a lot of hell.&lt;br /&gt;--Lumukanda&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a brown bag? I can't take this back to work, might get fired.&lt;br /&gt;--Anon&lt;br /&gt;I put it in the trunk of my car--can't take it in the house, my wife will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;--Conway J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Mythology of Pussy Pornographic? OPD Swoop Down on Marvin X&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; As Marvin X continued his literacy and educational campaign at the crossroads of Oakland, 14th and Broadway, he was suddenly surrounded by Oakland police who jumped out of three cars to see if he was passing out pornographic literature. At  first the officers stopped another street brother for questioning. When he was found not to be on probation or parole and had no warrants, he was free to go, although he was told he looked like the guy who was shooting at them last night and they are watching him. Then the third police car arrived and the officer came to Marvin X, saying he had received a complaint someone was passing out porno. Marvin X's books were on display, including the "best seller" Mythology of Pussy. He asked the officer would he like a copy. The officer said no and didn't bother to peruse it. He turned to join his fellow officers who continued to chat for several minutes before departing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Other than the visit by Oakland's finest--who now have a new police chief brought in from Long Beach, CA, Marvin had a good day at his outdoor classroom. One mother got Mythology for her daughters. Another woman got two copies, one to send to a cousin in Texas. Another mother told her daughter to see how much money she had. The girl said 75 cents. The mother said, "Give it to him. Do you see that lock on the cover?" She was referring to the cover art with the chastity belt.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When youth claim they have no money, not even a dollar, Marvin has an angel who promptly gives the poet a dollar. The angel tells the person he is willing to give a dollar to possibly save their life. Indeed, if one reads Mythology, it will help them in their male/female relations, making them understand patriarchal domination must be eradicated. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; At Oakland Art and Soul festival last weekend, one woman told Marvin X she thoroughly enjoyed reading Mythology and was so happy to see a man saying the things Marvin said, some of which she had not heard before. Many young men are reading Mythology to "get up on their game." If they want more game, wait until they read his soon to be released The Wisdom of Plato Negro, A Hustler's Guide to Game.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Marvin has also released a pamphlet entitled Inside Baraka's The Toilet, A Love Letter to Gay and Lesbian Youth. It is a attempt to reach out to touch the growing population of gay and lesbian youth who hang out in the downtown area.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Oakland Man Jacked in Sacramento For Mythology&lt;br /&gt;An Oakland man made the mistake of showing his copy of Mythology of Pussy to a group of young black males. He said they read parts of the pamphlet and refused to give it back to him. They said he could leave the apartment where they were gathered, but they were not giving him back the controversial manual on manhood and womanhood training. Young black males claim they can "up their game" by reading the pamphlet.&lt;br /&gt;In Oakland, psychologist Dr. Lige Dailey, drove his Cadillac convertible to Marvin  X's outdoor classroom at 14th and Broadway to obtain his copy. Superior Court Judge Gordon Baranco got his on the way to court. &lt;br /&gt;At Rite Aid Drug Store, a young clerk had three copies of Mythology stolen by co-workers. Marvin gave her another copy and told her to take it home and don't show it to anyone on the way home or when she gets home. Several people reported to Marvin how their friends stole their copy or took it from their house and refuse to return it.&lt;br /&gt;The poet's micro-credit plan is still working. Persons without money get the pamphlet on credit. Every day people return with the five dollar donation. He received a $20.00 donation from some.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Is Mythology of Pussy for Whites Only?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The white man who read Mythology was indeed an arrogant, upper class capitalist swine. He also told me he would not help me publish How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy because he and his brothers/friends are not trying to recover from white supremacy--they love it and will bomb the world to keep it. As the agent for my archives, he says he's done more for me than anybody else, so don't say he's not helpful. He's also the agent for the archives of Eldridge Cleaver, Ishmael Reed, David Henderson, Joyce Carol Thomas and others. He claims to have helped get the MLK, Jr papers to Stanford. So there appears to be a degree of schizophrenia in this white man, along with his air of white supremacy. The truth is that Mythology of Pussy was written for human beings everywhere, especially men, who suffer the addiction to white supremacy with notions and actions of domination and oppression, especially of women. With respect to black people, I wrote it for them because so many brothers are in jail, and sisters, as a result of partner violence. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here in the Bay a black man just shot is ex-girl while she worked as a bridge toll taker--shot her in the booth. Then he drove to the parking lot and killed her boyfriend who'd dropped her off to work. Two people are dead and he may qualify for the death penalty--so a total of three people may lose their lives behind pussy. As we know patriarchal notions of domination is a pandemic and I want my brothers, whoever they are, to wake up and smell the pussy of a new day in male/female relations. I just heard a report of Sec. of State Hillary Clinton's trip to Africa. The African woman claim they are treated like shit by their men and pray for a better day, no matter what religion, tribe or ethnic group.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mythology of Pussy on Tour&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not since the Black Panthers invaded the California State Capitol in 1967, has a group of people rocked the area. On Saturday afternoon four people came into the area for a book party in Elk Grove at the home of James and Renee Sweeney. Sweeney is a political wheeler-dealer with an office across the street from Gov. Swartznegger's headquarters. The Sweeney's agreed to host a book party for Marvin X. Marvin arrived with his colleague, Ptah, one of the brightest students to come out of the San Francisco State University Black Studies department. Also traveling with "Plato Negro" were singer/guitarist Rashidah Mwongozi and choreographer/dancer Raynetta Rayzetta. When they arrived at the Sweeney residence they immediately went to the backyard to sit by the man made lake. Soon people began arriving. Sweeney had told Marvin to expect a mixed crowd--from the suites to the streets. And so it was. The first guest was a black woman administrator of a 100 billion&lt;br /&gt;dollar insurance fund, the second largest in the state of California . She was followed by artists, painters, entrepreneurs, and common people. All came seeking light and love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the crowd socialized and enjoyed a pot luck dinner, Sweeney asked Marvin to begin. Unlike his friends who came to the area with guns in 1967, Marvin came with his pen, his books and team of performers in the Black Arts Movement tradition. He signaled for Rashidah to begin with a song. She opened with a tribute to her father as a black man in America . When she concluded three original songs, brother Ptah came forward with two poems, the second was Can You Spare Some Change. As he neared the end of Spare Some Change, Marvin joined him with his poem Can You Change. The audience was ecstatic. It was the best rendition of the two poems together. Too bad the poets didn't put it out during the Obama campaign. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I should mention that Ptah had made opening remarks that this gathering should and must happen at least once a month throughout black America , coast to coast. As Dr. Hare suggested, we must organize these peer group meetings to address our mental health issues as we recover from the addiction to white supremacy. In Marvin's remarks, he said we must first detox then recover, as Ptah wrote in his afterword to How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy. Detox involves stopping the conspicuous consumption of white supremacy goods--all that shopping at the mall for goods we don't need just want, out of boredom and the lack of spiritual harmony with ourselves, our mates, children and friends--out of harmony with nature itself. When a brother asked a question about spirituality, he was answered by a call and response reading of Marvin’s poem What If. This was the climax of the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ptah told his mentor that while he was reading What If, Ptah looked at a woman who was reciting with her eyes closed but smiling in a state of  total joy. Ptah said he heard someone say the event was better than church. Sweeney, who knew the audience, told Marvin later that he had touched some nerves, especially with his remarks on white supremacy—there was several people who are suffering white supremacy on the job and were very sensitive to his remarks and found them refreshing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When “Plato Negro” had mentioned the Harvard professor, Gates, who failed the tone test recently, a brother said he was happy to know the tone test: when stopped by the police, one of three things can happen: the police can arrest you, kill you or release you, based on your tone of voice. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The book party was to celebrate the release of his memoir Eldridge Cleaver, My Friend the Devil, but little of the discussion was about the Cleaver book. Marvin only read a few pages from his memoir, even though Jimmy Garrett calls it the funniest book of the year. Mythology of Pussy was the best seller. The evening ended with introductions from all present. Again, people present came from a variety of backgrounds, expressing the diversity of black life. We encourage such gatherings at least once a month from coast to coast so we can begin the healing from the ravages of white supremacy--but the focus is our spirituality. We must find the safe space wherein we can gather to share, to release the pain and trauma so often held inside until diseases result. There is much trauma and unresolved grief in our community and we must have such communal gatherings to heal and transcend to higher ground.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Preface to Mythology of Pussy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The real mission of the Marvin X Literary Revolution is to spread literacy. After all, with half high school students  dropping out of school in the urban cities, how many of them can read his or any books? Educators must first get Johnny's attention somehow, then take Johnny up the road to literacy by holding his attention with relevant information in a language he can at least partly identify with. For sure, once Johnny gets into Mythology of Pussy, he will quickly discover my language is beyond the vernacular and reflects my education, even though I flunked English grammar, but I know enough to teach it on the university level. So the reader will find himself/herself with the need to grab the dictionary because I do know more words than motherfucker and bitch. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But let's be real, how many men in the hood have asked a woman for some vagina? White people or white black people may say, "Give me some vagina," but where I come from it's, "Baby, give me some pussy, please,"  although I advocate not asking for the pussy. Let the woman give it to you, since it's hers to give. Furthermore, I advocate silence and ESP in black communication since "the devil" is in the language. Look how stupid and silly some of us are reacting to the term pussy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the objective is literacy and I found out long ago when I taught English in secondary schools that the first order of business is to get the student's attention. Once you have their attention, learning can begin. In my case, students got so inspired they asked me to read my poetry during lunch and after school. Yes, students surrounded me during lunch and demanded I read my poetry because it was in a language they could understand and identify with. They came into my class after school and demanded I again read to them.&lt;br /&gt;When I told them to read my poetry, they said, "No, Teach, you read  it. We like the way you read." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When this happened to me, it made we reflect on post-slavery education when it is said they had to beat the students out of the classroom because they didn't want to go home, the thirst for learning was so great, in contrast to today when we must beat them into the classroom, unless we can get their attention and inspire them to learn with the thirst of their ancestors. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My colleague (Brother Ptah) and I have been working on the Hug A Thug Book Club to inspire literacy. "Hug A Thug Before the Thug Hugs You!" Paul Cobb added, "Crack a book before you're booked for crack!" Brothers write me from prison and jail to send them my books, but I am honored when these so-called thugs buy my books before they go to jail as Paul Cobb suggests. Although I understand jail and prison is the first time some black men get "time" to read, so I don't mind sending them books.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In these tight economic times, many brothers and sisters don't have money for books. When a young father told me the other day he didn't have money for Mythology of Pussy because he had to get his two sons haircuts, I started to give him the pamphlet. But I did not, instead I reflected to myself that the father better get them information to save their lives rather than a haircut.  And when a mother said she was going to read the pamphlet herself rather than give it to her 15 year old son, I told her, "OK, but when Dante goes to juvenile hall for assaulting his girlfriend, don't call me." Another mother was simply embarrassed to have her son read it, especially in her presence. She said, "I don't want him to read this with me. He can read this by himself." Many parents have so much sex guilt and shame they cannot discuss sex with their children. This is why I call for manhood and womanhood training rites.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the Berkeley Flea Market, an African man came by with a group of young African American males I suspected were in a group home or foster home. The African let me know he had received his manhood training in Africa, so I told him to give it to the boys with him. He said, "Yes, yes, yes." &lt;br /&gt;As Brother Lumukanda, noted, if he and I had received Mythology of Pussy when we were 17, it would have guided us on the right path regarding gender roles or sexual identity confirmation. We would have had better manners and morals. So many of our youth are suffering a sexual identity crisis, they can't decide whether they are straight or gay. But this was/is the purpose of manhood and womanhood training, to help them decide. See Jomo Kenyatta's classic Facing Mount Kenya, his ethnography of the Kikuyu tribe in Kenya--their life and death, work and play, sex and family. President Obama, himself a product of Kenya, said notable things in his speech to the NAACP but perhaps because he lacked manhood training did not suggest it as a solution to African American youth. He said they must stop trying to get into the NBA and instead get MBAs and science degrees, and  aspire to be scientists rather than rappers.  I agree totally, unless they are going to rap  freedom songs/poems.&lt;br /&gt;Sonia Sanchez asks, "Will your book free us?"&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy shortly after Obama was elected when I heard a young man on the bus in Oakland say, "Man, I'm so happy he is president. Now I got somebody else to look up to beside rappers." Yes, I was proud to hear this young man say this, even with a grill in his mouth--the grill made his remarks more profound!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mythology of Pussy Dance/Drama is a manhood/womanhood rites of passage. We will compose it in workshop and produce it ASAP. It will be based on Mythology of Pussy and How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy by Marvin X. Marvin X is thinking about including scenes from Geoffrey Grier's The Spot, Opal Palmer's Bathroom Grafitti Queen and Ayodele Nzingha's Death by Twilight. Just a thought to illustrate the Mythology book. Dance and music can be African ritual music from manhood and womanhood rites of passage. This is a drama to heal the pain and trauma of growing up in the wilderness of North America and to celebrate the joy of life and love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Marvin X Cast Call for Mythology of Pussy Dance/drama&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Marvin X is looking for actors/dancers/singers/musicians to participate in a workshop production of Mythology of Pussy Dance/drama.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The following are hereby drafted into this production. &lt;br /&gt;*Rasheedah Mwongozi, singer/musician&lt;br /&gt;*Raynetta Rayzetta, dancer/choreographer&lt;br /&gt;*Rehema, dancer/choreographer&lt;br /&gt;*Phavia Khujichagulia, poet, musician, dancer&lt;br /&gt;*Augusta Collins, singer/musician&lt;br /&gt;Tarika Lewis, violinist&lt;br /&gt;Paradise, poet&lt;br /&gt;*Ptah Allah El, poet&lt;br /&gt;*Ayodele Nzinga, poet&lt;br /&gt;*Geoffrey Grier, actor&lt;br /&gt;Linda Johnson, dancer/choreographer&lt;br /&gt;*Precious, dancer&lt;br /&gt;Tacuma King, percussionist&lt;br /&gt;Ken Moshesh, drummer&lt;br /&gt;*Tatiana Green, actress&lt;br /&gt;*Mechelle LaChaux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other persons interested should call Marvin X ASAP: 510-355-6339:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Confirmed performers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-7241893222761554214?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7241893222761554214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=7241893222761554214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7241893222761554214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7241893222761554214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/09/mythology-of-pussy-dance-drama-in-works.html' title='Mythology of Pussy Dance Drama in the Works'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-7743006100524643933</id><published>2009-08-31T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:51:35.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Tragedy of Black Male/female Relations</title><content type='html'>The real tragedy of black male/female  relations is that if we have not processed our issues resulting from our addiction to white supremacy, even under the best of circumstances we cannot enjoy each other. Even when the pussy bill is paid (and the dick bill) there is often so much baggage from the past that no amount of money will suffice( the black bourgeoisie women live with golden handcuffs because even with money and material things, they are yet prisoners of love, abused and dominated like common ghetto nigguhs--some go it alone or have boy toys or girl toys) to allow the relationship to flourish, thus it stumbles and fumbles and the wrong words are said (the psycholinguistic crisis to fuck shit up--silence is golden and ESP) when everything should be beautiful, since money is not the problem. But, alas, up pop head trips, sex guilt, shame, trauma from past relationships, garbage that has not made it to the dustbin because people like to hold onto shit for dear life, but the result is dear death. As Dr. Hare says, no about of money, sex, drugs, religiosity can satisfy the social angst and shattered cultural strivings. We must liberate our consciousness then deal with liberating our reality. It is not a lost cause, just a long process back from the residue of slavery. Try another hundred years.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How many of us discover our bliss or true mission in life? We spend a lifetime dealing with family, children, job, but as Nancy Wilson sang, "I've never been to me...." When  the Creator calls, we must answer or simply tread water until we drown because until we discover our true purpose in life no woman or man will suffice. And often our partner is going through the same process, trying to discover self since most of us do not examine self let alone study and recognize the self of our partner. See my poem You Don't Know Me. As for myself, I think I've destroyed enough women trying to be a lover, husband, partner when my mind, body and soul was always somewhere else. Mama said I didn't need a wife, rather a maid, secretary and mistress.  I think I better spend the rest of my time on this earth expressing truth as I know it. Do I have seven more years to trip in a relationship filled with trauma and unresolved grief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Know Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Marvin X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had a chance to know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before we made love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you had a chance to know my mind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;understand my fears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learn about issues &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me heal some things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you wanted to make love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made love   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't have a clue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think I'm a good dick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or some good tight pussy   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never will now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you wanted to make love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wanted to get a nut &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we didn't even talk much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little bit leading up to sex &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went along &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was horny too &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we never will &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we blew it forever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we made love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too fast too quick too soon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you think you own me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't talk on the phone to friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we made love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because I gave you some dick &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you gave me some pussy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I'm no longer human &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your love slave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're my slave &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we gonna get married &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're gonna have children &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna beat my ass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're going to jail &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're getting a divorce &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now we're friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just Friends" Charlie Parker tune &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-7743006100524643933?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/7743006100524643933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=7743006100524643933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7743006100524643933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/7743006100524643933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-tragedy-of-black-malefemale.html' title='The Real Tragedy of Black Male/female Relations'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-3194541645940509177</id><published>2009-08-31T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:12:51.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is 'Richard'' Marvin  on about ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;For the Burt Bacharach and Hal David song, see What's New Pussycat? (song).&lt;br /&gt;What's New Pussycat? is a 1965 comedy film directed by Clive Donner and starring Peter Sellers, Peter O'Toole, Romy Schneider, Capucine, Paula Prentiss and Ursula Andress. It was Woody Allen's film debut, as well as his first produced script. The Academy Award-nominated title song by Burt Bacharach (music) and Hal David (lyrics) was sung by Tom Jones. The movie poster was painted by Frank Frazetta.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;''' Yet you love that Tom Jones hit Hey Pussy Cat! '''  Is he having trouble with language  ?  Or just his memory ?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;'''And who is without sin up in here? ''  Count me in on that, I'm probably not the only one in the group either.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'''The real crime is that we speak English, this is the crime against humanity, but some want to nic pick and cherry pick and cotton pick the language of the devil, trying to purify it of its profanity and obscenity, which is impossible-' ''&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No, Americans speak a dialect of British English, not English, there is a difference, all languages have their own 'dialect' movement within them, either, to pose extremes, Imperial or communist.&lt;br /&gt;The king james Bible is British English, not the language of the English at the time of it's writing. Its been used both as dictionary and thesaurus in the states, Which is why people outside of the USA, say the Americans speak a lot of rubbish.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;'''When we liberate ourselves from this hellhole, another language will be a necessary part of our liberation, until then we are stuck with the devil's tongue which we can redefine as part of our human right to self determination. Until then, I suggest silence and ESP--yes, the devil is in the language and you can't take him out.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ruling class rule, because the working class cannot beat them in the language game, the Arabs 1,400 years ago did precisely that, both classes spoke Arabic.&lt;br /&gt;The same in Russia in 1917, both classes spoke Russian.&lt;br /&gt;People listening to idiots who self profess to be revolutionaries, who speak the language of the gutter, will not change anything, except by reaction, as in Germany in 1933. So stop listening to perverted idiots, who live in the gutters, and speak the language accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare used much gutter language, if he had published now, much of his work would be banned, but as its been softened, its now literature, poetic licence, but it's different in ordinary speech.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I want to know why a man can't say what the fuck he want to say the way he want to say it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald Ali:So what's wrong with being polite while doing it ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Take care ''Richard''. X.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;p.s. Hey 'Richard'' X  you do have flashes of inspitration sometimes  ---'' like trying to clean up the Catholic church of perverted priests--get rid of them and you have no Catholic church''&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;------------ --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------- --------&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;----- Original Message ----- &lt;br /&gt;From: Marvin X Jackmon &lt;br /&gt;To: Sent: Sunday, August 30, 2009 8:02 PM&lt;br /&gt;Subject: [blackantiwar] The Psycholinguistic Crisis of the North American African&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Mama Ayanna MashamaAugust 30 at 11:17am Reply&lt;br /&gt;How come you call the black men brothers and the women they may be having sex with pussy? Could you call her sistar in the least (and don't come at me with I have an inferiority complex because I'm a woman who enjoys having sex with men :-). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X JackmonAugust 30 at 11:35am &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I suffer a psycholinguistic crisis. What do you think? And who is without sin up in here? You revolutionaries have no sense of humor--even the right wing is funny with their stupid shit. Yet you love that Tom Jones hit Hey Pussy Cat! You can call me Dick--it's OK--I'm not offended by anything coming out of people's mouth. I'm gonna laugh my way out of this sick society because it's really funny as hell to me. Wasn't slavery funny, sharks chasing Africans across the ocean, but the real sharks were on the ship as captain. And four centuries later we are the sardines still devoured by the sharks. But then, the day will come when the hunter is captured by the game. Ain't this funny? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin X JackmonAugust 30 at 11:55am &lt;br /&gt;I want to know why a man can't say what the fuck he want to say the way he want to say it? Do you tell Chris Rock or Cat Stevens to shut up and change their language. The real crime is that we speak English, this is the crime against humanity, but some want to nic pick and cherry pick and cotton pick the language of the devil, trying to purify it of its profanity and obscenity, which is impossible-- you can't take motherfucker out of the Motherfucker' s language, like trying to clean up the Catholic church of perverted priests--get rid of them and you have no Catholic church. Some of you act like the Puritans who came on the Mayflower instead of the Good Ship Jesus with Capt. John Hawkins of Amazing Grace fame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've said in the Psycholinguistic Crisis of the North American African, the rappers have made millions for themselves and billions for the white man saying three words: bitch, ho and mothefucker. When we liberate ourselves from this hellhole, another language will be a necessary part of our liberation, until then we are stuck with the devil's tongue which we can redefine as part of our human right to self determination. Until then, I suggest silence and ESP--yes, the devil is in the language and you can't take him out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I said sister, some don't want to be called sister. Some don't want to be called queen.Some say they ain't African, that's a Latin term. So what are you, exactly, and when did we get a consensus on the matter. As Sun Ra said, "You're idea is not my idea of somebody else's world." I know I mis-quoted him, but you get the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-3194541645940509177?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/3194541645940509177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=3194541645940509177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3194541645940509177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/3194541645940509177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-richard-marvin-on-about-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2919804417149856663</id><published>2009-08-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T10:52:40.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mythology of Pussy, Hottest Book in Oakland</title><content type='html'>Mythology of Pussy, Hottest Book in Oakland!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The hottest book in Oakland is not on the New York Times best seller list. And it will never be, more than likely. Over the last forty years, none of Marvin X’s writings have been reviewed in the major media, but in the black underground he is the most prolific writer. The Last Poets say he writes a book a month. In April he finished the first draft of his memoir of Eldridge Cleaver in three weeks. A few days ago he began writing an essay entitled Mythology of Pussy, a manhood training manual for brothers—and for sisters as well, telling them to look at the opposite sex with the lens of spirituality, rather than viewing  each other as sexual objects.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The title alone is causing men, women, youth and children to snatch the pamphlet out of his hand. He was downtown Oakland asking for donations for the pamphlet, getting between $1.00 and $5.00. For those with no money, he gave it away. When Marvin handed the pamphlet to a father, his little daughter tried to snatch it out of his hand. He resisted  and told her let him read it first, then she can read it. A teenager grabbed the pamphlet and wouldn’t release it, even though she didn’t have any money. She would have dragged the poet down the street if he didn’t let go of the Mythology of Pussy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And when he ran out of copies for the day, a mature black woman was very angry he didn’t have any more after seeing him passing them out. He promised her he would return today with a fresh batch hot off the press. &lt;br /&gt; If you want a copy, come down to 14th and Broadway, downtown Oakland. Even Joyce Gordon of the Joyce Gordon Gallery where Marvin will sign his Cleaver book on Saturday, August 1, --3-5pm, took a copy to her gallery and began reading it aloud to customers. She returned to tell Marvin when he wants to know more about pussy, come see her. She has a few things to say. A conscious brother who read the pamphlet said he agreed with Marvin that manhood  and womanhood  training is the order of the day. The theme is about overcoming domestic and street violence, especially over pussy. Too many brothers must go to court mandated anger management classes because they think they own the pussy. Even the girls think they own the dick--witness NFL quarterback McNair who was shot to death by his girlfriend because she thought he had too many pussies. Marvin says too many brothers are in jail and prison because they tried to pay their pussy bill with ill gotten gain.&lt;br /&gt;Figure out  a way to hustle without killing and destroying lives with dope, the pamphlet suggests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mythology of Pussy Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit the title turned me off-no man would ever lay his hands on me with that kind of language, but you have plenty to say and you say it like it is --even if it makes you feel uncomfortable. &lt;br /&gt;--C. Mixon&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-Don't send me anything vulgar like this. My mother didn't talk like this.&lt;br /&gt;--D. Jackmon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--My pussy ain't no myth!&lt;br /&gt;--Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Take me off your mailing list.&lt;br /&gt;--Dr. E. Allen, Umass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my son to read this with a man, not with me.&lt;br /&gt;-Rashida M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I'd read this when I was 18. It would have saved me a lot of trouble with women. I would have recognized who they are and who I am as a spiritual being.&lt;br /&gt;--Reginald J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marvin, you and I should have read this when we were 17. Would have saved women a lot of hell.&lt;br /&gt;--Lumukanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a brown bag? I can't take this back to work, might get fired.&lt;br /&gt;--Anon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put it in the trunk of my car--can't take it in the house, my wife will kill me.&lt;br /&gt;--Conway J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Mythology of Pussy Pornographic? OPD Swoop Down on Marvin X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As Marvin X continued his literacy and educational campaign at the crossroads of Oakland, 14th and Broadway, he was suddenly surrounded by Oakland police who jumped out of three cars to see if he was passing out pornographic literature. At  first the officers stopped another street brother for questioning. When he was found not to be on probation or parole and had no warrants, he was free to go, although he was told he looked like the guy who was shooting at them last night and they are watching him. Then the third police car arrived and the officer came to Marvin X, saying he had received a complaint someone was passing out porno. Marvin X's books were on display, including the "best seller" Mythology of Pussy. He asked the officer would he like a copy. The officer said no and didn't bother to peruse it. He turned to join his fellow officers who continued to chat for several minutes before departing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Other than the visit by Oakland's finest--who now have a new police chief brought in from Long Beach, CA, Marvin had a good day at his outdoor classroom. One mother got Mythology for her daughters. Another woman got two copies, one to send to a cousin in Texas. Another mother told her daughter to see how much money she had. The girl said 75 cents. The mother said, "Give it to him. Do you see that lock on the cover?" She was referring to the cover art with the chastity belt.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When youth claim they have no money, not even a dollar, Marvin has an angel who promptly gives the poet a dollar. The angel tells the person he is willing to give a dollar to possibly save their life. Indeed, if one reads Mythology, it will help them in their male/female relations, making them understand patriarchal domination must be eradicated. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; At Oakland Art and Soul festival last weekend, one woman told Marvin X she thoroughly enjoyed reading Mythology and was so happy to see a man saying the things Marvin said, some of which she had not heard before. Many young men are reading Mythology to "get up on their game." If they want more game, wait until they read his soon to be released The Wisdom of Plato Negro, A Hustler's Guide to Game.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Marvin has also released a pamphlet entitled Inside Baraka's The Toilet, A Love Letter to Gay and Lesbian Youth. It is a attempt to reach out to touch the growing population of gay and lesbian youth who hang out in the downtown area.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oakland Man Jacked in Sacramento For Mythology&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Oakland man made the mistake of showing his copy of Mythology of Pussy to a group of young black males. He said they read parts of the pamphlet and refused to give it back to him. They said he could leave the apartment where they were gathered, but they were not giving him back the controversial manual on manhood and womanhood training. Young black males claim they can "up their game" by reading the pamphlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Oakland, psychologist Dr. Lige Dailey, drove his Cadillac convertible to Marvin  X's outdoor classroom at 14th and Broadway to obtain his copy. Superior Court Judge Gordon Baranco got his on the way to court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Rite Aid Drug Store, a young clerk had three copies of Mythology stolen by co-workers. Marvin gave her another copy and told her to take it home and don't show it to anyone on the way home or when she gets home. Several people reported to Marvin how their friends stole their copy or took it from their house and refuse to return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet's micro-credit plan is still working. Persons without money get the pamphlet on credit. Every day people return with the five dollar donation. He received a $20.00 donation from some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is Mythology of Pussy for Whites Only?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The white man who read Mythology was indeed an arrogant, upper class capitalist swine. He also told me he would not help me publish How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy because he and his brothers/friends are not trying to recover from white supremacy--they love it and will bomb the world to keep it. As the agent for my archives, he says he's done more for me than anybody else, so don't say he's not helpful. He's also the agent for the archives of Eldridge Cleaver, Ishmael Reed, David Henderson, Joyce Carol Thomas and others. He claims to have helped get the MLK, Jr papers to Stanford. So there appears to be a degree of schizophrenia in this white man, along with his air of white supremacy. The truth is that Mythology of Pussy was written for human beings everywhere, especially men, who suffer the addiction to white supremacy with notions and actions of domination and oppression, especially of women. With respect to black people, I wrote it for them because so many brothers are in jail, and sisters, as a result of partner violence. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here in the Bay a black man just shot is ex-girl while she worked as a bridge toll taker--shot her in the booth. Then he drove to the parking lot and killed her boyfriend who'd dropped her off to work. Two people are dead and he may qualify for the death penalty--so a total of three people may lose their lives behind pussy. As we know patriarchal notions of domination is a pandemic and I want my brothers, whoever they are, to wake up and smell the pussy of a new day in male/female relations. I just heard a report of Sec. of State Hillary Clinton's trip to Africa. The African woman claim they are treated like shit by their men and pray for a better day, no matter what religion, tribe or ethnic group.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mythology of Pussy on Tour&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Not since the Black Panthers invaded the California State Capitol in 1967, has a group of people rocked the area. On Saturday afternoon four people came into the area for a book party in Elk Grove at the home of James and Renee Sweeney. Sweeney is a political wheeler-dealer with an office across the street from Gov. Swartznegger's headquarters. The Sweeney's agreed to host a book party for Marvin X. Marvin arrived with his colleague, Ptah, one of the brightest students to come out of the San Francisco State University Black Studies department. Also traveling with "Plato Negro" were singer/guitarist Rashidah Mwongozi and choreographer/dancer Raynetta Rayzetta. When they arrived at the Sweeney residence they immediately went to the backyard to sit by the man made lake. Soon people began arriving. Sweeney had told Marvin to expect a mixed crowd--from the suites to the streets. And so it was. The first guest was a black woman administrator of a 100 billion&lt;br /&gt;dollar insurance fund, the second largest in the state of California . She was followed by artists, painters, entrepreneurs, and common people. All came seeking light and love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the crowd socialized and enjoyed a pot luck dinner, Sweeney asked Marvin to begin. Unlike his friends who came to the area with guns in 1967, Marvin came with his pen, his books and team of performers in the Black Arts Movement tradition. He signaled for Rashidah to begin with a song. She opened with a tribute to her father as a black man in America . When she concluded three original songs, brother Ptah came forward with two poems, the second was Can You Spare Some Change. As he neared the end of Spare Some Change, Marvin joined him with his poem Can You Change. The audience was ecstatic. It was the best rendition of the two poems together. Too bad the poets didn't put it out during the Obama campaign. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I should mention that Ptah had made opening remarks that this gathering should and must happen at least once a month throughout black America , coast to coast. As Dr. Hare suggested, we must organize these peer group meetings to address our mental health issues as we recover from the addiction to white supremacy. In Marvin's remarks, he said we must first detox then recover, as Ptah wrote in his afterword to How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy. Detox involves stopping the conspicuous consumption of white supremacy goods--all that shopping at the mall for goods we don't need just want, out of boredom and the lack of spiritual harmony with ourselves, our mates, children and friends--out of harmony with nature itself. When a brother asked a question about spirituality, he was answered by a call and response reading of Marvin’s poem What If. This was the climax of the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Ptah told his mentor that while he was reading What If, Ptah looked at a woman who was reciting with her eyes closed but smiling in a state of  total joy. Ptah said he heard someone say the event was better than church. Sweeney, who knew the audience, told Marvin later that he had touched some nerves, especially with his remarks on white supremacy—there was several people who are suffering white supremacy on the job and were very sensitive to his remarks and found them refreshing. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When “Plato Negro” had mentioned the Harvard professor, Gates, who failed the tone test recently, a brother said he was happy to know the tone test: when stopped by the police, one of three things can happen: the police can arrest you, kill you or release you, based on your tone of voice. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The book party was to celebrate the release of his memoir Eldridge Cleaver, My Friend the Devil, but little of the discussion was about the Cleaver book. Marvin only read a few pages from his memoir, even though Jimmy Garrett calls it the funniest book of the year. Mythology of Pussy was the best seller. The evening ended with introductions from all present. Again, people present came from a variety of backgrounds, expressing the diversity of black life. We encourage such gatherings at least once a month from coast to coast so we can begin the healing from the ravages of white supremacy--but the focus is our spirituality. We must find the safe space wherein we can gather to share, to release the pain and trauma so often held inside until diseases result. There is much trauma and unresolved grief in our community and we must have such communal gatherings to heal and transcend to higher ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mythology and Revolution&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The real mission of the Marvin X Literary Revolution is to spread literacy. After all, with half high school students  dropping out of school in the urban cities, how many of them can read his or any books? Educators must first get Johnny's attention somehow, then take Johnny up the road to literacy by holding his attention with relevant information in a language he can at least partly identify with. For sure, once Johnny gets into Mythology of Pussy, he will quickly discover my language is beyond the vernacular and reflects my education, even though I flunked English grammar, but I know enough to teach it on the university level. So the reader will find himself/herself with the need to grab the dictionary because I do know more words than motherfucker and bitch. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But let's be real, how many men in the hood have asked a woman for some vagina? White people or white black people may say, "Give me some vagina," but where I come from it's, "Baby, give me some pussy, please,"  although I advocate not asking for the pussy. Let the woman give it to you, since it's hers to give. Furthermore, I advocate silence and ESP in black communication since "the devil" is in the language. Look how stupid and silly some of us are reacting to the term pussy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So the objective is literacy and I found out long ago when I taught English in secondary schools that the first order of business is to get the student's attention. Once you have their attention, learning can begin. In my case, students got so inspired they asked me to read my poetry during lunch and after school. Yes, students surrounded me during lunch and demanded I read my poetry because it was in a language they could understand and identify with. They came into my class after school and demanded I again read to them.&lt;br /&gt;When I told them to read my poetry, they said, "No, Teach, you read  it. We like the way you read." &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When this happened to me, it made we reflect on post-slavery education when it is said they had to beat the students out of the classroom because they didn't want to go home, the thirst for learning was so great, in contrast to today when we must beat them into the classroom, unless we can get their attention and inspire them to learn with the thirst of their ancestors. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My colleague (Brother Ptah) and I have been working on the Hug A Thug Book Club to inspire literacy. "Hug A Thug Before the Thug Hugs You!" Paul Cobb added, "Crack a book before you're booked for crack!" Brothers write me from prison and jail to send them my books, but I am honored when these so-called thugs buy my books before they go to jail as Paul Cobb suggests. Although I understand jail and prison is the first time some black men get "time" to read, so I don't mind sending them books.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In these tight economic times, many brothers and sisters don't have money for books. When a young father told me the other day he didn't have money for Mythology of Pussy because he had to get his two sons haircuts, I started to give him the pamphlet. But I did not, instead I reflected to myself that the father better get them information to save their lives rather than a haircut.  And when a mother said she was going to read the pamphlet herself rather than give it to her 15 year old son, I told her, "OK, but when Dante goes to juvenile hall for assaulting his girlfriend, don't call me." Another mother was simply embarrassed to have her son read it, especially in her presence. She said, "I don't want him to read this with me. He can read this by himself." Many parents have so much sex guilt and shame they cannot discuss sex with their children. This is why I call for manhood and womanhood training rites.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;At the Berkeley Flea Market, an African man came by with a group of young African American males I suspected were in a group home or foster home. The African let me know he had received his manhood training in Africa, so I told him to give it to the boys with him. He said, "Yes, yes, yes." &lt;br /&gt;As Brother Lumukanda, noted, if he and I had received Mythology of Pussy when we were 17, it would have guided us on the right path regarding gender roles or sexual identity confirmation. We would have had better manners and morals. So many of our youth are suffering a sexual identity crisis, they can't decide whether they are straight or gay. But this was/is the purpose of manhood and womanhood training, to help them decide. See Jomo Kenyatta's classic Facing Mount Kenya, his ethnography of the Kikuyu tribe in Kenya--their life and death, work and play, sex and family. President Obama, himself a product of Kenya, said notable things in his speech to the NAACP but perhaps because he lacked manhood training did not suggest it as a solution to African American youth. He said they must stop trying to get into the NBA and instead get MBAs and science degrees, and  aspire to be scientists rather than rappers.  I agree totally, unless they are going to rap  freedom songs/poems.&lt;br /&gt;Sonia Sanchez asks, "Will your book free us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy shortly after Obama was elected when I heard a young man on the bus in Oakland say, "Man, I'm so happy he is president. Now I got somebody else to look up to beside rappers." Yes, I was proud to hear this young man say this, even with a grill in his mouth--the grill made his remarks more profound!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2919804417149856663?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2919804417149856663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2919804417149856663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2919804417149856663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2919804417149856663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/mythology-of-pussy-hottest-book-in.html' title='Mythology of Pussy, Hottest Book in Oakland'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-6423052551883009575</id><published>2009-08-27T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T09:17:12.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Jacked in Sacramento for Mythology of Pussy</title><content type='html'>Oakland Man Jacked in Sacramento for Copy of Mythology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Oakland man made the mistake of showing his copy of Mythology of Pussy to a group of young black males. He said they read parts of the pamphlet and refused to give it back to him. They said he could leave the apartment where they were gathered, but they were not giving him back the controversial manual on manhood and womanhood training. Young black males claim they can "up their game" by reading the pamphlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Oakland, psychologist Dr. Lige Dailey, drove his Cadillac convertible to Marvin X's outdoor classroom at 14th and Broadway to obtain his copy. Superior Court Judge Gordon Baranco got his on the way to court. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Rite Aid Drug Store, a young clerk had three copies of Mythology stolen by co-workers. Marvin gave her another copy and told her to take it home and don't show it to anyone on the way home or when she gets home. Several people reported to Marvin how their friends stole their copy or took it from their house and refuse to return it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poet's micro-credit plan is still working. Persons without money get the pamphlet on credit. Every day people return with the five dollar donation. He received a $20.00 donation from some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-6423052551883009575?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/6423052551883009575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=6423052551883009575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/6423052551883009575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/6423052551883009575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/man-jacked-in-sacramento-for-mythology.html' title='Man Jacked in Sacramento for Mythology of Pussy'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-2229529385119755686</id><published>2009-08-25T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T13:13:41.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Price Imperialism?</title><content type='html'>Opium takes over entire Afghan families, villages&lt;br /&gt;By RUKMINI CALLIMACHI Associated Press Writer&lt;br /&gt;Posted: 08/09/2009 10:10:20 AM PDT&lt;br /&gt;Updated: 08/09/2009 10:10:21 AM PDT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this July 13, 2009 photo, Sarab village resident and opium addict... ((AP Photo/Julie Jacobson))  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SARAB, Afghanistan—Open the door to Islam Beg's house and the thick opium smoke rushes out into the cold mountain air, like steam from a bathhouse. It's just past 8 a.m. and the family of six—including a 1-year-old baby boy—is already curled up at the lip of the opium pipe. &lt;br /&gt;Beg, 65, breathes in and exhales a cloud of smoke. He passes the pipe to his wife. She passes it to their daughter. The daughter blows the opium smoke into the baby's tiny mouth. The baby's eyes roll back into his head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their faces are gaunt. Their hair is matted. They smell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dozens of mountain hamlets in this remote corner of Afghanistan, opium addiction has become so entrenched that whole families—from toddlers to old &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men—are addicts. The addiction moves from house to house, infecting entire communities cut off from the rest of the world by glacial streams. From just one family years ago, at least half the people of Sarab, population 1,850, are now addicts. &lt;br /&gt;Afghanistan supplies nearly all the world's opium, the raw ingredient used to make heroin, and while most of the deadly crop is exported, enough is left behind to create a vicious cycle of addiction. There are at least 200,000 opium and heroin addicts in Afghanistan—50,000 more than in the much bigger, wealthier U.S., according to the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services and a 2005 survey by the U.N. A new survey is expected to show even higher rates of addiction, a window. Into the human toll of Afghanistan' s back-to-back wars and desperate poverty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike in the West, the close-knit nature of communities here makes addiction a family affair. Instead of passing from one rebellious teenager to another, the habit passes from mother to daughter, father to son. It's turning villages like this one into a landscape of human depredation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for a few soiled mats, Beg's house is bare. He has pawned all his family's belongings to pay for drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am ashamed of what I have become," says Beg, an unwashed turban curled on his head. "I've lost my self-respect. I've lost my values. I take the food from this child to pay for my opium," he says, pointing to his 5-year-old grandson, Mamadin. "He just stays hungry." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beg's forefathers owned much of the land in the village, located beside a gushing stream at the end of a canyon of craggy mountains in Badakshan province, hundreds of miles (kilometers) northeast of Kabul, Afghanistan' s capital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once had 1,200 sheep. He sold them off one by one to pay for drugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The land followed. He's turned his spacious home, once lined with ornamental carpets, into a mud shell. He grows potatoes in rows in the last of his fields and each &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time he harvests the crop, he has to make a choice—feed his grandchildren, or buy opium. He usually chooses drugs. &lt;br /&gt;Basic necessities like soap long ago fell by the wayside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we have 50 cents, we buy opium and we smoke it. We don't use the 50 cents to buy soap to clean our clothes," explains Raihan, Beg's daughter and the mother of the 1-year-old. The toddler wears a filthy shirt and no underwear. "I can be out of food, but not out of opium." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country's few drug treatment centers are in cities far from villages like this one. And even those able to get themselves to the cities are often unable to get help. The drug clinic in Takhar province, the nearest to Sarab, has a waiting list of 2,000 people and only 30 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beds. &lt;br /&gt;So the villagers are drowning in opium. They begin taking it when they are sick, relying on its anesthetic properties—opium is also used to make morphine. Sarab, a village located at 8,000 feet (2,438 meters) and snowed in for up to three months a year, is a day's walk over mountain paths to the nearest hospital. The few shops in town do not even sell aspirin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Opium is our doctor," says Beg. "When your stomach hurts, you take a smoke. Then you take a little more. And a little more. And then, you're addicted. Once you're hooked, it's over. You're finished." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When his grandson Shamsuddin, 1, cut his finger in the door jamb, Beg blew opium smoke into the child's mouth, a common practice in this part of the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is now resulting in rampant child addiction. He doesn't want his grandchild to become an addict, but he says he has no choice. "If there is no medicine here, what should we do? The only way to make him feel better is to give him opium." &lt;br /&gt;From a single smoke, they progress to a three-times- a-day habit that spreads. When Beg began using opium, it wasn't just his wife and daughter who followed suit. It was his brother. Then his brother's wife. Like an epidemic, it makes its way across the village. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Health workers say that to treat the addiction, they need to treat the entire community. Last year, the Ministry of Health took 120 addicts from Sarab to a facility in a town one day's drive away to be treated. Three months later, they found that 115 of the 120 had relapsed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First my neighbor started doing opium again," explains Noor, one of the women treated, whose eyes are dark caves. "Then my cousin. Then my husband. And then after a while, I also started." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the addicts spend $3 to $4 a day on opium in a part of the world where people earn on average $2. They sell their land and go deeply into debt to maintain their habit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I used to be a rich man," says Dadar, a man who looks to be in his 70s and whose family of seven is addicted. "I had cattle. I had land. And then I started smoking. I sold the cattle. I sold my land. Now I have nothing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wears an old windbreaker encrusted with dirt. His wife pulls back her lips to show a mouth full of diseased teeth. Their grandchildren have knotted hair and ripped clothes stained with muck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they've sold their cattle, they no longer eat meat. When they sold the last of their land, they also lost their wheat, potatoes and greens. Their diet now consists of tea and the occasional piece of bread given by a neighbor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Village chief Sahib Dad says even those who are not addicted are forced to pay a price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When a person gets addicted, he has nothing to eat," says Dad. "That affects his neighbor because the neighbor is forced to give over a part of his food. For this reason, all of us are poorer." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After selling their land, some families resort to even more desperate measures. They take loans from the shopkeepers who sell them drugs. Then they sell their daughters, known as 'opium brides,' to settle the debt. They lease their sons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know he is angry with me. But what can I do? I have nothing left to sell," says Jan Begum, who has sent her 14-year-old to do construction work for the drug dealers. "I tried to stop, but I can't. Whenever I do, the pain becomes unbearable." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is compounded by Afghanistan' s neighbors. Iran immediately to the west has the world's highest per capita heroin use. The heroin labs there, as well as in Pakistan to the east, use opium imported from Afghanistan. These countries are now exporting heroin addiction back to Afghanistan in the form of returning refugees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like opium, heroin in Afghanistan is biting off whole families. Gul Pari, 13, watched her mother get high on heroin when she and her brother were in elementary school. Now she lies in a bed in a drug treatment center for women in Kabul. Her 15-year-old brother Zaihar is across town in a rehab facility for men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their bodies are like brittle sticks. The 13-year-old tries to push herself up on one elbow, but her thin arm cannot hold her up, so she falls back onto the pillow. Her emaciated brother leans against a wall to steady himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen when they go home is unknown. They live with their mother—a recovering heroin addict—under a tarp in the yard of an abandoned house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohammad Asef, a health worker at the clinic taking care of Zaihar Pari, says he is worried about the boy's chances of recovering. "In America people go and get high in the park. In Afghanistan, they do it in the home," says Asef. "They bring it inside. They burn it on the family stove. Everyone sees. So everyone is affected." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sarab, villagers who are not addicted keep their distance from those who are. They don't invite them into their homes. They discourage them from coming to village meetings. It's as if they are trying to quarantine themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beg says that for him all hope is lost. Even after he is buried, it'll take 70 years for the opium to ooze out of his bones. His hope, he says, are his grandkids—the only people in the family who are not yet addicts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Beg is getting high on a recent morning, the 1-year-old crawls over and starts playing with the opium pipe. He picks it up and shakes it, as if it were a rattle. Then, imitating his grandfather, he raises the pipe to his mouth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/124600849844683371-2229529385119755686?l=marvinxwrites.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/2229529385119755686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=124600849844683371&amp;postID=2229529385119755686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2229529385119755686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/124600849844683371/posts/default/2229529385119755686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marvinxwrites.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-price-imperialism.html' title='What Price Imperialism?'/><author><name>Marvin X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00807053122116593028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9xhGJdZgSQ/TY4p-n7Bz_I/AAAAAAAAEZw/CDYRkBzXLzA/s220/MX%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124600849844683371.post-4017895370689508936</id><published>2009-08-24T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T11:38:28.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marvin X Revolution Invades State Capital</title><content type='html'>Not since the Black Panthers invaded the California State Capitol in 1967, has a group of people rocked the area. On Saturday afternoon four people came into the area for a book party in Elk Grove at the home of James and Renee Sweeney. Sweeney is a political wheeler-dealer with an office across the street from Gov. Swartznegger's headquarters. The Sweeney's agreed to host a book party for Marvin X. Marvin arrived with his colleague, Ptah, one of the brightest students to come out of the San Francisco State University Black Studies department. Also traveling with "Plato Negro" were singer/guitarist Rashidah Mwongozi and choreographer/dancer Raynetta Rayzetta. When they arrived at the Sweeney residence they immediately went to the backyard to sit by the man made lake. Soon people began arriving. Sweeney had told Marvin to expect a mixed crowd--from the suites to the streets. And so it was. The first guest was a black woman administrator of a 100 billion dollar insurance fund, the second largest in the state of California. She was followed by artists, painters, entrepreneurs, and common people. All came seeking light and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the crowd socialized and enjoyed a pot luck dinner, Sweeney asked Marvin to begin. Unlike his friends who came to the area with guns in 1967, Marvin came with his pen, his books and team of performers in the Black Arts Movement tradition. He signaled for Rashidah to begin with a song. She opened with a tribute to her father as a black man in America. When she concluded three original songs, brother Ptah came forward with two poems, the second was Can You Spare Some Change. As he neared the end of Spare Some Change, Marvin joined him with his poem Can You Change. The audience was ecstatic. It was the best rendition of the two poems together. Too bad the poets didn't put it out during the Obama campaign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should mention that Ptah had made opening remarks that this gathering should and must happen at least once a month throughout black America, coast to coast. As Dr. Hare suggested, we must organize these peer group meetings to address our mental health issues as we recover from the addiction to white supremacy. In Marvin's remarks, he said we must first detox then recover, as Ptah wrote in his afterword to How to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy. Detox involves stopping the conspicuous consumption of white supremacy goods--all that shopping at the mall for goods we don't need just want, out of boredom and the lack of spiritual harmony with ourselves, our mates, children and friends--out of harmony with nature itself. When a brother asked a question about spirituality, he was answered by a call and response reading of Marvin’s poem What If. This was the climax of the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ptah told his mentor that while he was reading What If, Ptah looked at a woman who was reciting with her eyes closed but smiling in a state of  total joy. Ptah said he heard someone say the event was better than church. Sweeney, who knew the audience, told Marvin later that he had touched some nerves, especially with his remarks on white supremacy—there was several people who are suffering white supremacy on the job and were very sensitive to his remarks and found them refreshing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When “Plato Negro” had mentioned the Harvard professor, Gates, who failed the tone test recently, a brother said he was happy to know the tone test: when stopped by the police, one of three things can happen: the police can arrest you, kill you or release you, based on your tone of voice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book party was to celebrate the release of his memoir Eldridge Cleaver, My Friend the Devil, but little of the discussion was about the Cleaver book. Marvin only read a few pages from his memoir, even though Jimmy Garrett calls it the funniest book of the year. Mythology of Pussy was the best seller. The evening ended with introductions from all present. Again, people present came from a variety of backgrounds, expressing the diversity of black life. We encourage such gatherings at least once a month from coast to coast so 
