Independent Audio/Video You Should Check Out (Sixth In A Long-Running Series)

 

VOXUNION MEDIA
FreeMix Radio
December 13, 2006

A threepart interview series with John Judge.  Judge is a staffer with Congresswoman Cynthia McKinney (D-Ga.), a volunteer with C.H.O.I.C.E.S. (a counter-military recruitment organization) and member of COPA (Coalition On Political Assassinations).  He discusses McKinney’s filing for impeachment of Bush, the military’s dependence on the poor, Black and Latino youth and the continuing impact of political assassinations of Malcolm X, Martin Luther King and John and Robert Kennedy.

Independent Audio/Video You Should Check Out (Fifth In A Long-Running Series)

 

From my friend Malik Russell.

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THE DOCUMIXOLOGIST published a new podcast entitled “AMOS WILSON: MIND-WARRIOR” on 12/10/2006 4:23:18 AM, posted by Melki.

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AMOS WILSON: MIND-WARRIOR

The late Dr. Amos Wilson, noted pyschologist, drops serious science on the issue of racism and white supremacy. He addresses the particular issues of raising Black children without passing down an inferiority complex.

Book Review: Chronicling Black Realities, Solidifying Black Perspectives

Black Voices In Commentary
The Trotter Group
[Editorial Team: DeWayne Wickham, Wayne Dawkins, Rochelle Riley, Cheriss May]
August Press, ISBN: 0963572091
128 pp., $15.95

Reviewed by Todd Steven Burroughs

Trotter Group members are neither irreverent nor famous. Although known to other journalists, they are hardly household names. Unless he does a national forum on print media coverage of Black communities, most will never get a call from Tavis Smiley’s booking agents to be on those February C-SPAN rhetoric marathons. That’s because the vast majority of Trotter members are seasoned print journalists who work(ed) hard at major white newspapers every day, far away from the national infotainment spotlight. The privilege to speak their communal Black-but-objective journalistic mind for their respective Metro or Op-Ed pages was a hard-earned one, back in the mass media era that now seems to have peaked. So, for as long as they can, they use their salaried opportunities to document their lives and opinions through their Black perspectives, educating white readers and re-affirming Black ones.

The 23 columnists here—among those who gather every year in the name of William Monroe Trotter, an agitating, early 20th century Black newspaper publisher—meld the past and present by making sure important local, regional and national Black stories got told. Even though most of the columns here range roughly from 2004 through 2006, collectively they weave strands of African-American history from Jim Crow up through “Hustle And Flow.” Pieces of memory, fragments of encounters, reporting of current events—all are here, dispatched from Boston, Detroit, Virginia, and other regions, intersecting in a multi-faceted piece of geography called Black America. This amalgamation allows the brief tale of a 23-year-old voter in Milwaukee to share space with the account a 103-year-old Tulsa, Oklahoma riot survivor preaching a revival in Seattle. The book’s slightly heartbreaking coda, “Memories,” contain the final first-person goodbyes from the Trotter members who are now Ancestors. Asante Sana, Vernon Jarrett, Norman Lockman, Peggy Peterman, Gregory Freeman and Lisa Baird, and other prominent Black journalists who seem to be dying every month.

 

Vernon Jarrett, One Of My Scribe Ancestors 

This collection adds well to Wickham’s own Black columnist anthologies, “Fire At Will,” his 1989 solo effort, and his 1995 edited work, “Thinking Black: Some Of The Nation’s Best Black Columnists Speak Their Mind.” This book, an unnamed sequel to the latter, keeps good company with the small group of first-person books written within the last two decades by Black journalists who have toiled in the journalistic mainstream. Many of these authors and columnists injected African-American perspectives in America’s public sphere while Smiley was still getting coffee for Tom Bradley and Michael Eric Dyson was cooped up in a library researching his master’s thesis.  🙂

But as 2007 approaches, these Black establishment voices seem, well, too traditional (read: old) in the blogging age. The tight newspaper spaces work against, not with, these pieces. The lack of intensity throughout reveals that these writers either do not have, or regularly use, the power to really witness in the ways The Village Voice, The Nation or I.F. Stone’s Weekly, to name three examples, made famous in the middle of the last century. The almost unvarying middle-of-the-road political perspectives read very corporate, restrained; none of the independent, righteous rage of, say, a Mumia Abu-Jamal or an Ann Coulter—or a Trotter, frankly!—is found here.

Many of the journalists included here would, for the most part, consider that last criticism somewhat of a compliment. They have sought broad community attention to educate and illuminate, not to provide fodder for Bill O’Reilly. They are proud of their white mainstream affiliations and the power they have traditionally carried. They are not trying to be cute, popular, or controversial. They would not fit well between Tom Joyner’s old-school jams and “Melvin’s Love Lines.”

But in a new-media world of tens of thousands of amateur journalists using new toys that provide worldwide distribution without having to paint within established white lines, it might be difficult to make future opinionated Black scribes care about this important distinction. Then again, maybe the illusion of white power, coupled with steady green power, would be enough for many of them, after all. Choices abound because of the barrier-busting work of the Trotter Group. It’s just too bad those options don’t include a Black equivalent of Slate or Salon—some professional journalistic forum that would allow these veteran writers to stretch out and loosen up.

If the platform-shoe-d journalistic generation fails to inspire its multi-platformed media successors, however, it can at least pass into eldership knowing it succeeded in telling important African-American stories to, and for, teachers, churchgoers, politicians, bakers, dentists and supermarket cashiers back when the authority of a major metropolitan newspaper still meant something. That temporary glory is more than enough for it.

The Adventures of Melki: Glocks and Cops

 

By Malik Russell

Note From Malik: This column was written originally in 2000. I’m re-issuing it in response to the recent police shootings of Sean Bell, an unarmed African American man in Queens, New York.

“The Adventures of Melki” is a fictional hiphop/social commentary column that addresses social problems from the perspective of a young Black male.

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The fictional adventures of Melki represents one of the various manifestations or alter-egos of FLUID: The Mental Realm of Hiphop. Melki, otherwise known as DJ Fluid, must make mixed-tapes to live. Trapped in the “NOW” and judged by the public aka “Da Heads,” he must constantly outdo his previous mix or disappear into the dimensional void of  “WUZ.”


Melki lay there bleeding from eight bullet holes, staring at the wide-eyed cops. His eyes pleaded WHY? But, he barely had the strength to stay conscious, much less say something. The color from the ever-increasing amount of squad cars blended in the night sky like a patriotic sherbet. Damn, thought Melki, I just bought this sweatsuit with matching kicks. Now I’ve got to clean blood out of them. What could I use to get these stains out? Refusing to give up the ghost, he held on, supplementing his own breath with that of the ancestors, clinging to life like a blade of grass surrounded by cement, he clutched tightly the final copy of his demo tape on disc.

Cops stood around him joking. “I thought he had a gun,” he overheard one say.

His thoughts drifted back to six hours earlier in the studio laying tracks for his upcoming album. He thought he was on his way to meet a rep from Def Jam, instead Death sent his.

SIX Hours ago… “Yo, Sun, I want you to bring those lyrics again. This time with more emotional content,” demanded Melki.

Ra stared at Melki in a confused state. “’Emotional content’? Kid, you got break down what ya saying.”

Melki took a deep breath. “You know, the same type of energy that you’d bring if this was a fight with someone that tried to take ya cake or Game Seven of the NBA finals. Emotional content, Sun, you feeling me? After this cut, we through and I can bring my demo to the reps from Def Jam on time,” spouts Melki. 

“Okay, Okay, Fluid, I gotcha, let’s do this again, ’cause I gots to get my lady something for our 3-month anniversary,” said Ra.

Melki, otherwise known as DJ Fluid, kicks up the speakers and brings in the baseline, as RA gets ready to release his verbal barrage. Ra starts swerving his head back and forth and with emotional content, catches the beat like clockwork:

“Till I begin, in it to win it
The flow, impacts in a minute
We travel with comets like Bennett
Flip rent like project tenants
Moreover I snatch the pennant
Grammar—I break and bend it
Tell Lies, just like the Senate
Nose grows, Pinocchio
I implode
Where can U go?
For Justice….

TWO Hours ago…Melki pulls out his cellular, anxiously dialing the digits to stardom. His demo was done. He was now officially on his way to Bling-Bling Land, and wondered what designer jean suit he’d wear to the Soul Train Awards. Akademic or Sean John?

“Yo, Who dis?”

“It’s me, Melki. Yo, kid the demo is done! I should be able to drop it off around ten, Cool?”

“Cool.”

Grinning, Melki packs his gear and carefully slides his demo into the pocket of his black hoody. “Yo, Ra, let me catch a ride uptown.”

Ra stares at Melki. “I told you I got to make a few runs, you ready? Cause I’m ready,” spurts Ra, biting on a chew stick.

An HOUR ago…Joe Soldin and Mickey sat in their unmarked squad car, checking out honey dips passing by. Mickey had followed his father into the police force and after 4 years of patrolling the black community, he knew them better than they knew themselves. In his mind, he was the Thin Blue Line preventing complete chaos. They wuz animals, he thought. Most of them, ‘cept my partner Joe. Joe had come up in the hood and now escaped it. He loved his suburban community, and hated anyone or anything reminding him of where he came from. He’d risen above that now. He knew how to keep these fools in check. The only thing they respect is a glock.

THIRTY Minutes ago… Melki and Ra zoomed uptown in Ra’s new SUV. In-between emceeing and writing lyrics, Ra had worked three jobs to achieve this piece of American pie. Melki threw in one of his old mixed tapes and Ra bopped his head wildly in accord with his normal behavior. Melki looked at Ra and realized why Ra never drank or smoked—he didn’t need it. 

“Yo, Melki, peep this, our first video, we could be coming out the sky in a spaceship….” Suddenly sirens erupt behind Ra and Melki. “Damn,” says Ra, looking at Melki. “What these fools want? Melki, you ain’t got no warrants or nothing, right?”

“Naw, fool, I ain’t no criminal, I just do music.”

 

Melki and Ra sit there hands on the wheel, while the unmarked car behind them sat there for what seemed like hours. Finally two officers came out the vehicle, one white, the other black. Glocks drawn they scurried to the car and pointed their pistols point blank at the two occupants. Sweat began to drip from Melki’s eyebrow to his nose to the floor.

“Get out, punks. How you pay for this jeep? Huh? These are our streets, Nigga, so I’m gonna say this once, get out slowly and onto the ground, you know the position.”

Melki and Ra slowly crawl out and squat on hands and knees on the cold cement. Without warning, Joe Soldin clubs Ra with the butt of his glock and just starts beating him senseless.

“See what ya friend got,” says Mickey. “We got something for you to, so tell us what you got in the truck.”

“Huh?” Melki says, “I ain’t got nothing, idiots, nothing, just this,” quickly pulling his demo tape out, half-blinded by the siren lights and moans from Ra. 

He hears Mickey scream, “He’s got a gun!” Before Melki could respond, the two cops blast away 22 shots, eight of which strike Melki in the back. Melki lay there in a pool of blood, wondering which would come first—an ambulance or death. This ain’t the way the video supposed to end, he thought.

“Every respectable, half-way competent social scientist who has paid attention at all to the issues of crime and delinquency know: that crime is endemic in all social classes: that the administration of justice is grossly biased against the Negro and the lower class defendant; that arrest and imprisonment is a process reserved almost exclusively for the black and the poor; and that the major function of the police is the preservation, not only of the public order, but of the social order—that is, of inequality between man and man. To blather on and on about the slum as a breeding place of crime, about lower class culture as generating milieu of delinquency—a presumably liberal explanation of the prevalence of crime among the poor-is to engage (surely, almost consciously) in ideological warfare against the poor in the interest of maintaining the status quo. It is one of the most detestable forms of blaming the victim.” – “Blaming the Victim” by William Ryan

Malik Russell is an activist, journalist and criminal justice expert.

Abu-Jamal Case at 3rd Circuit, Prosecutor Admits He Had No "True Defense"

The usual excellent work by Dave. I stole it from here.

Abu-Jamal Case at Third Circuit, Prosecutor Admits He Had No “True Defense”

by Dave Lindorff

It’s been 25 years now since Philadelphia Police Officer Daniel Faulkner was shot dead in a Center City, Philadelphia red-light district. Since then, Faulkner has become a rallying point for the nation’s death penalty advocates. It’s been 25 years, too, since the man convicted of killing Faulkner, Philadelphia radio journalist and former Black Panther Mumia Abu-Jamal, was arrested for the crime at the scene. Since July 1982, Abu-Jamal has been in solitary confinement on Philadelphia’s death row, from which lonely spot he has become a world-famous prison journalist, and a rallying point for those opposed to capital punishment.

The debates over Abu-Jamal’s guilt or innocence have raged now for an astonishing quarter of a century, through the presidencies of Ronald Reagan, George H.W. Bush, Bill Clinton and George W. Bush. Battles have raged, too, within the loose-knit group of people who have backed Abu-Jamal, between those who argue that he is an innocent man, a political prisoner condemned for his politics, and those who simply argue that he never received a fair trial. Politicians at the local, state and even federal level, many without any real knowledge about this complex case, have prostituted themselves by pressing for Abu-Jamal’s execution, while others, sometimes equally ignorant of the facts, have lionized him and honored him with honorary citizenships and street names.

Whatever one’s views on this case, however, the reality is that it for the first time in 25 years, Abu-Jamal is finally going to get a chance in the second highest court in the land to make the case that his 1982 trial was fatally tainted by unconstitutional error, judicial bias, race-based jury selection and prosecutorial misconduct. The reality also is that the Third Circuit Court of Appeals, which will be hearing arguments on Abu-Jamal’s appeal early next year (barring any unanticipated delays), could conceivably end up ordering a new trial for Abu-Jamal—a trial that, because of better defense counsel, a changed political climate, shifting demographics, the deaths of some witnesses, and the likelihood of new defense witnesses, would most likely end up setting him free, or having him released for time served. At the same time, the same three-judge panel hearing this appeal will also be considering a counter appeal by the Philadelphia District Attorney’s office, which seeks to overturn a lower Federal District Court decision which five years ago tossed out Abu-Jamal’s death sentence. So at the same time that the Third Circuit could end up giving Abu-Jamal a new chance to prove his innocence, or at least to leave prison a free man, it could ironically also end up sending him back onto death row and to a date with the needle.

 

Let’s look at the DA’s appeal first, since it’s fairly simple.

In 2001, Judge William Yohn, a former Montgomery County state judge appointed to the federal bench by the first President Bush, found that Abu-Jamal’s death sentence had been constitutionally tainted. He ruled that the instructions of the trial judge, the late Albert Sabo, and the jury polling form used by Sabo, were both confusing and could have led jurors to mistakenly assume that they could not consider any mitigating circumstances (which might argue against a death sentence) unless all 12 members of the jury agreed that such a mitigating factor existed. In fact, as Judge Yohn noted in his decision, the law allows any one juror who finds such a mitigating factor (for example, being a devoted father to a young child, or having a difficult childhood) to consider that factor in deciding whether or not to vote for a death penalty. Since the law requires a unanimous vote for death in order for a capital sentence to be imposed, this means that any one juror should be able to take execution off the table if she or he thinks there is a sufficiently mitigating factor.

If the DA can convince at least two of the three appellate judges that Yohn was wrong in his ruling, Abu-Jamal would be put back on death row, with his only remaining hope of avoiding execution being the US Supreme Court—or a reversal of his conviction itself. Even if the Third Circuit panel supports Yohn’s overturning of the death sentence, however, Abu-Jamal could still end up facing execution. This is because once an Appeals Court decision is rendered, the DA will have 180 days to decide whether to seek a new trial on the sentence alone. If that were to happen, a new jury would have to be impaneled to hear arguments for and against execution, with the alternative being life in prison without possibility of parole.

Yohn’s vacating of Abu-Jamal’s death sentence was well-reasoned, and it seems unlikely that the higher court would reverse it, but this case has been full of surprises from the start—with most of them going against Abu-Jamal—so it cannot be ruled out.

Meanwhile, however, this past year there was a surprise ruling by the Third Circuit that went Abu-Jamal’s way and that improved his chances of winning a new trial by 200 percent. That surprise came in the form of an announcement that Abu-Jamal would be allowed to add two additional grounds for appeal of his conviction to the one, which Judge Yohn had already certified for appeal.

Under existing law and federal court rules, a capital defendant is only guaranteed the right to appeal to the federal appellate court a ruling that a lower federal district judge has “certified” for appeal. Petitions to consider other issues may be made to appellate judges, but those appeals judges have no obligation to grant a hearing on them. In Abu-Jamal’s case, Judge Yohn rejected all 20 of his appeals of his conviction. But on one of those claims—the argument that his jury had been systematically stripped of qualified black jurors by the prosecutor’s use of peremptory challenges (challenges for which no reason has to be given)—the judge seemed troubled enough by the evidence presented that he certified an appeal to the Third Circuit Court of Appeals.

Abu-Jamal’s appellate attorney, Robert R. Bryan of San Francisco, went ahead and pursued several other rejected grounds for appeal, though, and was rewarded last December with a decision by the Third Circuit to hear appeals arguments on two other grounds. One of these was the claim that prosecutor Joseph McGill, near the trial’s end during his summation to the jury, had improperly led jurors to believe they needn’t worry about the possibility of wrongfully convicting the defendant. Turning the basic requirement that jurors may only convict if they feel a case has been proven “beyond a reasonable doubt,” McGill instead urged Abu-Jamal’s jury to go ahead and vote guilty because their verdict would not be the last word. McGill, a veteran prosecutor who clearly knew what he was doing, improperly assured them, without any objection from the judge, that there would be “appeal after appeal” of their verdict, which he argued therefore “may not be final.”

Federal courts have generally found unconstitutional such attempts to remove jurors’ sense of responsibility for the gravity of their decision. It is hard to imagine how fair-minded appellate judges could allow such a blatant undermining of the law to stand, and yet, there have been many examples of appeals courts doing just this, and the Abu-Jamal case is a very politically charged issue.

The other ground for appeal which the Third Circuit invited an appeal filing on was the charge that Judge Sabo had been unconstitutionally biased against the defendant both at the original trial and during the 1995 post-conviction relief act (PCRA) hearing. A few years back, Abu-Jamal’s defense team discovered a court stenographer, Terri Maurer Carter, who said that in the opening days of Abu-Jamal’s trial, she, in the company of her own judge, Richard Klein (currently a state Superior Court Judge), had overheard Sabo say he would “help them fry the nigger.” The alleged incident reportedly occurred at the end of the day as Sabo was exiting the courtroom along with his court clerk through the private “robing room” exit, just as Judge Klein, then a civil court judge who was planning to borrow Sabo’s courtroom for evening hearings, and his stenographer, were entering the room.

Common Pleas Judge Pamela Dembe, in 2001, ruled that it wouldn’t matter if Sabo had uttered those words, “since this was a jury trial.” Hers was a bizarre decision, since even if jurors, not judges, render the verdict, judges clearly do make critical decisions about the admissibility of evidence, about the questions that may be asked of witnesses, and about how trials are to be conducted, and it’s common sense that a biased judge could easily skew a trial against a defendant. But in any event, in a PCRA hearing, where there is no jury, it is the judge alone who determines whether new evidence is significant, what questioning will be allowed of witnesses, and what subpoenas will be issued on behalf of the defendant. Sabo’s astonishing one-sidedness at that hearing was so blatant that it led The Philadelphia Inquirer to editorialize at the time: “The behavior of the judge in the case was disturbing the first time around—and in hearings last week he did not give the impression…of fair-mindedness. Instead, he gave the impression…of undue haste and hostility toward the defense’s case.”

Should at least two of the three appeals court judges considering this argument find evidence of unconstitutional judicial bias, it would not lead to an overturning of Abu-Jamal’s conviction, but rather would more likely lead to a new round of evidentiary hearings before a federal judge—most likely Judge Yohn. At such a hearing, Abu-Jamal would likely be given a chance to recall and re-question witnesses whose testimony had either been disallowed or interfered with by Judge Sabo. Abu-Jamal would probably also be able to call new witnesses who have been discovered more recently, whose testimony might undermine some of the earlier prosecution witnesses in the case. It is possible there could also be recantations from some key prosecution trial witnesses. (For example, there were reports back in 1995 that one of the prosecution’s key eye-witnesses to the Faulkner shooting, the cab driver Robert Chobert, had recanted his trial testimony, in which he had testified that his cab directly behind Faulkner’s parked squad car, making him a direct witness to the shooting, and was instead saying that he had been parked on another street, facing away from the incident. Sabo had prevented this damaging line of questioning by the defense at the PCRA.) Clearly such a federal court evidentiary hearing could pave the way for the ordering of a new trial.

The third avenue of appeal of Abu-Jamal’s conviction—the one certified for appeal by Judge Yohn in 2001—is perhaps his best shot at an overturning of his conviction. This is the claim of racial bias in jury selection—an issue that even the current conservative Supreme Court has been very sensitive to.

In Abu-Jamal’s case, it is clear from the record that prosecutor McGill used 11 of his allotted 15 “peremptory” challenges to remove from consideration 11 black jurors who had met the standard of agreeing that that could vote for a death penalty. (In capital cases, jurors must be questioned by defense and prosecution, or by the judge, and any juror who states that she or he could never vote for a death sentence may be summarily dismissed “for cause,” since such a juror, if impaneled, would be able to veto any death sentence.) In the end, when jury selection was completed, Abu-Jamal wound up with just three black and nine white jurors (ultimately reduced to two blacks when one black juror was removed by the judge under questionable circumstances). This in a city that was 44 percent black, and in a case that involved the slaying of a white police officer by a black defendant, making race a critical issue. While McGill has insisted that his reasons for rejecting all those qualified black jurors had nothing to do with their race, in fact both his own record and the record of the prosecutor’s office under then DA Ed Rendell (now Pennsylvania’s governor), suggest otherwise.

Consider that between 1977 and 1986, McGill used peremptory challenges to strike 74 percent of qualified African-American jurors from trials he prosecuted, compared to only 25 percent of whites. Consider further that under DA Rendell, the Philadelphia prosecutor’s office overall, over the same eight-year period, struck black jurors 58 percent of the time, while striking white jurors only 22 percent of the time. This is on its face damning evidence of a systematic policy of illegal race-based jury selection on the part of both McGill and of the DA’s office. Moreover, under existing Supreme Court precedent, a defendant, to prove unconstitutional race-based jury selection, does not even need to prove that there is a pattern of discrimination–only that there is evidence that race was a factor in his specific trial. McGill’s line of questioning during jury selection for this trial makes it evident that such was likely the case. For example, black jurors who were dismissed, not “for cause” but peremptorily, were frequently asked by McGill if they had “listened to black radio,” while white jurors were never asked such a question. At one point, McGill also interrupted Judge Sabo to observe that a black judge had entered the courtroom and seated himself on the side of the visitor’s seating area where Abu-Jamal’s supporters were. McGill said to the judge, “If the court pleases, the two black jurors may know him.” Since it was just as likely that the ten white jurors might have known Judge Calvin Wilson, this was clear evidence that McGill saw black jurors as being fundamentally different from white jurors.”

Judge Sabo, it should be noted, studiously ignored McGill’s outburst—perhaps aware of how damaging they could be.

Although the above statistical evidence was submitted to Judge Yohn by Abu-Jamal’s defense team, the judge never even considered it, because he confused and conflated several studies submitted by the defense, and incorrectly concluded that neither the McGill jury statistics nor the Rendell jury statistics covered the period of Abu-Jamal’s trial. Because Yohn rejected that evidence out of hand, he did not bother to review other evidence of race-based jury selection specific to the trial. Yet in fact, not only did the period of both those studies cover the period of Abu-Jamal’s 1982 trial; his trial was in fact a part of those statistics.

Should at least two of the three judges hearing the Third Circuit appeal conclude that there was an attempt at racial exclusion underlying McGill’s peremptory challenges, they would have no alternative but to order a new trial for Abu-Jamal. An alternative would be for the Third Circuit to send the issue back to Judge Yohn, with instructions that he reconsider, based upon all of the evidence submitted by the defense. Given that evidence, there is a very good chance that in the end, Abu-Jamal could get a new trial, with a jury that, in today’s Philadelphia, would likely have four to six African-American jurors on it instead of only two.

It seems clear that the coming hearing of Abu-Jamal’s appeal before the Third Circuit Court of Appeals, at which there will be oral arguments presented by both sides, will be dramatic and possibly explosive. And since any decision by the appeals court will lead, at a minimum, to a whole new round of appeals, while some could lead to new hearings or to a new trial, or penalty trial, it seems equally clear that this 25-year-old death penalty case will be around for some time to come, as will the man who has spent those 25 years—including the last five during which his sentence has technically been lifted—in solitary confinement on Pennsylvania’s grim death row.

Meanwhile, those who continue to lobby tirelessly for Abu-Jamal’s execution—especially Faulkner’s widow Maureen and the Pennsylvania Fraternal Order of Police, as well as Governor Rendell himself—should take note of an astonishing statement made by Abu-Jamal prosecutor McGill in a December 3 article in The Inquirer. McGill, now retired and a private attorney, who had assured me in an interview for my book on the case (Killing Time), that it had been “the strongest case” he’d ever handled, told The Inquirer reporter that Abu-Jamal “could have been convicted of a lesser offense” had he waged a “true defense.”

It is well known that the Philadelphia District Attorney’s office has had a long history, stretching back at least to Rendell’s two terms as DA, of deliberately overcharging defendants in hopes of winning plea bargains, and of deliberately seeking the death penalty even when it is inappropriate, in order to be able to “death qualify” and screen out jurors who are opposed to capital punishment (many academic studies have documented that pro-execution jurors tend to be more pro-government and more inclined to convict than jurors who object philosophically or on religious grounds to capital punishment). Indeed many jurisdictions in Pennsylvania consider this tactic—still practiced under DA Lynne Abraham—to be unethical.

McGill’s statement suggests that this tactic may have been applied in Abu-Jamal’s case. It is also an admission by McGill that Abu-Jamal never had a “true defense.”

Now I know McGill claims that this is because Abu-Jamal himself screwed up by insisting on being able to defend himself, but the truth is more complicated. In fact, Abu-Jamal had hired an attorney, Anthony Jackson, whom he thought was up to the task, but who in fact had never handled a death penalty case, and who moreover had a drug habit (he was subsequently disbarred for financial improprieties, allegedly related to drugs). When Jackson began messing up, Abu-Jamal tried to get rid of him, but was not allowed to do so by Judge Sabo, who seemed to relish the discord that he was encouraging between the defendant and his counsel. What Abu-Jamal ended up with was the worse of all possible worlds: an incompetent defense counsel, but no right to represent himself either.

In America, the right to a fair trial is sacred. Is this the kind of situation—a defendant who did not have a “true defense”—one that anybody, including McGill, would want to see lead to a man’s conviction and execution?

Dave Lindorff, a columnist for Counterpunch, is author of several recent books (“This Can’t Be Happening! Resisting the Disintegration of American Democracy” and “Killing Time: An Investigation into the Death Penalty Case of Mumia Abu-Jamal”). His latest book, coauthored with Barbara Olshansky, is “The Case for Impeachment: The Legal Argument for Removing President George W. Bush from Office (St. Martin’s Press, May 2006). His writing is available here.

Remembering 13th and Locust, 25 Years Later

A sad anniversary approaches—the 25th anniversary of the fatal shooting of Daniel Faulkner. Mumia Abu-Jamal, a former member of the Philadelphia branch of the Black Panther Party who was convicted of the crime in 1982, has been under lock and key for 25 years this month.

The NNPA News Service originally distributed this story in December 2001. Here is the full version, with some pictures added from the Web.

For the record, I did try to find Maureen Faulkner at the time. I was unsuccessful. 

Special thanks to Linn Washington for making this story happen.

There have been some changes since this story was published. Lydia Barashango’s husband, the Rev. Ishakamusa Barashango, joined the Ancestors. Abu-Jamal has written two more books since this article. (Here are links to all of his books thus far.) And to the relief of many of his supporters, Abu-Jamal’s legal team and strategy have significantly changed.

Meanwhile, you might find this interesting.

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Mumia Abu-Jamal’s Family Faces Future While Fighting Fear
20th Anniversary of 1981 Shooting Approaches

By Todd Steven Burroughs
NNPA News Editor

[ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED DECEMBER 2001]

PHILADELPHIA (NNPA)—A poster of Mumia Abu-Jamal, Philadelphia radio newscaster-turned-international death penalty cause celebre, hangs at a gathering of relatives in a local hotel suite.

At times, Lydia Barashango, Abu-Jamal’s sister, held the camcorder. Her husband, the Rev. Ishakamusa Barashango, knelt down to a potted plant in the center of the room. As he began to pour libations, he began to call on the ancestors, “known and unknown.” Family members responded by repeating the word, “Ashe,” a West African term loosely meaning “the power to make it so.”

The name Edith Cook, Abu-Jamal’s late mother, was called. They had gathered in her name, proclaimed Rev. Barashango, “because everybody in here is either related to her. And if not directly related to her, spiritually related to her.” She died during Abu-Jamal’s second decade in prison.

It was the day after Thanksgiving, and Lydia had organized a get-together in Philadelphia to renew family ties, begin discussions about purchasing a family estate outside of the city, the making of a family quilt, and updating all about the latest in Abu-Jamal’s case.

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Next Sunday will mark the 20 years behind bars for Abu-Jamal, the 47-year-old former Black Panther. He is on death row in Waynesburg, Pa. for the killing of Daniel Faulkner, a White police officer, on the early morning of Dec. 9, 1981.

Abu-Jamal and Faulkner were shot after the former journalist tried to stop a confrontation between his brother, William Cook, and Faulkner on a Philadelphia city street early in the morning of Dec. 9. Faulkner died at the scene.

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Abu-Jamal’s family continues to fight to prove his innocence while seeking to live normal lives. It’s a difficult balance to maintain. Although they have not been behind bars, his relatives have also been locked up—chained to the country’s best-known death row prisoner by blood and by choice.

“I feel my life has been in limbo for the past 20 years,” explains Lydia. “I would really like to move out of Philadelphia, but not until Mumia is free.”

The feeling of suspension, with strong tinges of fear, permeates the air around the family of the man born Wesley Cook. Abu-Jamal has four brothers—Keith, Ronnie, William, and his twin Wayne-and a sister, Lydia. He has three children-Jamal, Lateefa and Mazi (Mumia’s hyphenated Arabic surname means “father of Jamal.”). Jamal, the oldest of the trio and one of the most outspoken family members, has his own wait; he is serving a near 16-year sentence on weapons possession.

Lateefa and Mazi were able to attend the post-Thanksgiving family meeting. Mazi—a tall, dark-skinned man with his father’s build, presence and smooth baritone—made a rare visit to the city for the family. Lateefa, more petite than her older brother, lives in Philadelphia. Both display a sense of directness and reserve.

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Abu-Jamal’s only daughter Lateefa is married with two children. Lydia’s husband, Rev. Barashango—pastor of the Temple of the Black Messiah, an African-centered interfaith church in Philadelphia—performed the wedding ceremony.

“I always said Lateefa was a little princess waiting for her daddy to come home,” says Lydia. It’s been a long wait. Lateefa was 8-year-old when her father first went to jail. She is now 28 and doesn’t closely follow the case because “sometimes it’s unbearable.”

At one point in the family ceremony, Keith softly addressed the small group of about 15 family members and close family friends. A correspondent for the National Newspaper Publishers Association, a federation of more than 200 Black newspapers, was the only journalist allowed to attend the family gathering. Keith outlined the family’s history. He talked about how losing his wife last year made him “want you to know who I am, and I want to know who you are.”

Then he talked not about one of the world’s most famous leftist causes, but about his little twin brothers and a family charge.

“When we (Lydia and I) were younger, we were given the twins” by their mother to watch over and take care of, he says, struggling to maintain his composure. Keith then recalled that his mother made Wayne’s well-being Lydia’s responsibility, while Keith was given Wesley.

Regardless of the family assignments, Keith said: “It has impacted all of us that he has been incarcerated for these 20 years.”

Lydia grabbed Keith by the waist, and said, “We’re in a very, very precarious position…We’re in a position where they would rather have Mumia than the man that confessed to the murder.”

Abu-Jamal’s legal team earlier this year produced an affidavit from Arnold Beverly, a man who says he was hired by the mob to kill Faulkner because the White police officer had been interfering with department-approved mob activity on Faulkner’s beat. Abu-Jamal’s 1982 prosecutors, his former legal team, and a city judge all have dismissed Beverly’s claims.

Philadelphia’s Fraternal Order of Police and other Faulkner supporters have long called Abu-Jamal a cop-killer—a murderer who got convicted after a fair trial. Believing Abu-Jamal is stalling the inevitable, they are angry that many anti-death penalty activists call him a “political prisoner.”

Lydia recalled how in the first years after Abu-Jamal’s 1982 conviction, she battled her journalist brother using his favorite weapons—pen and paper.

“Get your [explicative] out of there and come on home,” she wrote. “I don’t want my brother to be a martyr.” She was so mad she didn’t visit or write him for two years.

“I thought that he could say something to make the system let him go,” Lydia says. She says she knows better now. “He responded as if nothing ever happened,” Lydia recalled when she re-established the relationship.

The family talks more about battling the American justice system than Maureen Faulkner, the slain officer’s widow. Lydia claims Faulkner knows Abu-Jamal is innocent and is allowing herself to be used as a “poster child” for wives of police officers.

The widow and the Fraternal Order of Police have made the same charges about Abu-Jamal’s supporters. They claim Abu-Jamal’s supporters know he’s guilty and are using the author of three books as a poster child of the radical left.

A plaque in Faulkner’s honor is scheduled to be officially unveiled in Philadelphia at 13th and Locust—the corner where he was fatally shot—at a ceremony this Sunday.

Keith and Lydia are making their own plans for the future.

At Lydia’s request, Abu-Jamal has designed a family crest. Work on a quilt has also begun. Lydia also introduced the idea of family fundraising for an estate in her mother’s name. Migration once again equals familial security, as it was for Edith, who migrated with her brother to Philadelphia from segregated North Carolina in the 1940s.

It’s time to move away from the city, Lydia says.

“We’re fearful. We’re fearful of the police officers,” says Lydia. “My nephews, my sons—especially all the males in our family—we advise them not to be in Philadelphia.”

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