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"Be Your Best Self:" Mumia's Message To His Peeps On Death Row
With Mumia settling (permanently?) into general population, now that his (last?) appeal is gone, I had to post what I got today from International Concerned Family and Friends of Mumia Abu-Jamal, as supporters prepare to “Occupy The Justice Department” on his 58th birthday:
On December 18, 2011, from his solitary cell at SCI Mahanoy, Mumia wrote a message to the men and women with whom he shared death row. We share it with you here: (courtesy of ‘Greater Friends’ the newsletter of Pennsylvania Prison Society)
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TO MY BRETHREN & SISTAS ON THE ‘ROW
It has been barely a week since I departed Death Row, yet I cannot help but look back, for many of you are in my heart.
I may no longer be on Death Row, but because of you Death Row is still with me. How could that not be so, when I’ve spent more years of my life on Death Row, than in `Freedom?’ Or, more time spent on Death Row, than with my family?
I write to tell you all— even those I’ve never met— that I love you, for we have shared something exceedingly rare. I have shared tears and laughter with you, that the world will neither know nor see. I have shared your anguish when some judge shattered your hopes and spit disappointment; or when some politician sought to use you to climb to higher office.
We have seen time and disease take some of our people off the Row. We have seen several choose their own date to die, cheating the hangman via suicide (William “Billy” Tilley, Jose “June” Pagan). But, Brothers and Sisters of the Row, I write not of death, but of life.
If I can walk off, so can you. Keep rumblin’; keep fightin’; keep rockin’. Check out your Mills issue.
But, there is more. Live each day, each hour, as if it is the only time there is. Love fiercely. Learn a new thing. A language. An art. A science. Keep your mind alive. Keep your heart alive. Laugh!
Look at each other not as competitors, but as fellow travelers on the same red road of life. No matter what the world says of you, see the best in each other, and radiate love to each other.
Be your best self. If you are blessed to have family, send your love to them all—no matter what. If you have a spiritual family or faith, practice it fully and deeply, for this links you to something greater than yourself. No matter what, Christian, Muslim, Judaism, Hindu, Krishna Consciousness, Buddhism, or Santería (or Move). This broadens you and deepens you.
I have been blessed to have many of you as my teachers, and my students. Some have been my sons; some have been my brothers. Yet I see all of you as part of my family.
Take heart, for the death penalty itself is dying. States and counties simply can’t afford it, and politicians who run on it are finding fewer and fewer buyers. Juries (especially in places like Philly) are increasingly reluctant to vote for death, even in cases where it appears imminent.
Sisters on the Row, while we have never met, my heart has felt your tears as you are forcibly separated from your children, unable to hold or kiss them. In many ways, as women, your anguish has been the worst, as your loves and sensitivities are deepest. My words to my brothers are yours as well: keep mind alive. Keep hearts alive. Live. Love. Learn. Laugh!
I know you all as few outsiders do. I’ve met artists, musicians, mathematicians, managers, jailhouse lawyers, and stockbrokers. I’ve seen guys who couldn’t draw a straight line, emerge as master painters (Cush, Young Buck); I’ve seen guys come from near illiteracy to become fluent in foreign languages; I’ve met teachers who’ve created works of surpassing beauty and craftsmanship (Big Tony).
You are all far more than others say of you, for the spark of the infinite glows within each of you. You are on Death Row, but what is finest in you is greater than Death Row.
So, care for each other. Not in words, but in the heart.
Think good vibes on each other.
Lastly, don’t rat. (If ratting was so cool, they would’ve beat me off the Row).
Keep rumblin’, `cause your day is coming.
—Mumia Abu-Jamal, M.A.
Death Row (1983–2011)
Thank You, Mike Wallace
…..for using journalism both to expose injustice and to try to get at the truth. (I am putting that imfamous racist “watermelons and tacos” crack to the side, but am still putting it here on the record.) As the videos below show, even the product of your ignorance way back when was interesting and helpful.
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(Stolen from “Today’s WORD on Journalism:”)
Mike Wallace, Super Hero, 1918-2012
“It’s hard to believe, but when Wallace was born in 1918 there wasn’t even a radio in most American homes, much less a TV. As a youth, Wallace said, he was ‘an overachiever. I worked pretty hard. Played a hell of a fiddle.’
“At the University of Michigan, where his parents hoped he’d become a doctor or lawyer, he got hooked instead on radio. And by 1941, Mike was the announcer on ‘The Green Hornet.”” . . .
“It was 65 years from Mike’s first appearance on camera—a World War II film for the Navy—to his last television appearance, a ‘60 Minutes’ interview with Roger Clemens, the baseball star trying to fight off accusations of steroid use.
“65 years!
“It’s strange, but for such a tough guy, Mike’s all-time favorite interview was the one with another legend, pianist Vladimir Horowitz. The two of them, forces of nature both: Sly, manic, egos rampant. For Mike—a red, white and blue kind of guy—Horowitz played ‘The Stars and Stripes Forever.”
“It almost brought tears to the toughest guy on television.
“‘It’s astonishing what you learn and feel and see along the way,’ Wallace said. ‘That’s why a reporter’s job, as you know, is such a joy.’”
—Morley Safer, newsman and longtime Wallace colleague,
“Remembering Mike Wallace, 1918-2012,”
CBS News Sunday, April 5, 2012
Asante Sana, Gil Noble
I’m sure you are having a great time in the Realm of the Ancestors, sitting and talking to El-Hajj Malik-El Shabazz, Sister Betty and John Henrik Clarke. Thanks for your career, and mine.
The Manning Marable Memorial Conference
Okay! This looks like the event of the season! And by some mistake, I’m gonna be part of it! LOL! 🙂
Congrats To……
Askia Muhammad, who was justly honored this past Friday. For more on his life, listen here.
"Malcolm X, Tomorrow?" By Mekhat
Thanks to Ted Boler for this!
Malcolm X, Tomorrow?
The time has come for the Negro (African) to forget and cast behind him his hero worship and adoration of other races, and to start out immediately, to create and emulate heroes of his own.
We must canonize our own saints, create our own martyrs, and elevate to positions of fame and honor Black men and women who have made their distinct contributions to our racial history…Africa has produced countless numbers of men and women, in war and in peace, whose lustre and bravery outshine that of any other people. Then why not see good and perfection in ourselves?
Ours the Right to Our Doctrine
We must inspire a literature and promulgate a doctrine of our own without any apologies to the powers that be. The right is ours and God’s. Let contrary sentiment and cross opinions go to the winds. Opposition to race independence is the weapon of the enemy to defeat the hopes of an unfortunate people. We are entitled to our own opinions and not obligated to or bound by the opinions of others.
— Marcus Garvey, African Fundamentalism
Every now and then, there is a tendency among scholars to resurrect the memory of a historical icon and claim to have newly found information that will lay to rest all previous works about the known giant, thus breathing life into their own dead “scholarly” existence. This occurs maybe once in a lifetime; we, of my generation, are fortunate because history has rewarded us with the opportunity to witness it twice in the alleged re-telling/re-creation of the life of Saint Malcolm X. Yes, I do believe, as the Honorable Marcus Mosiah Garvey wrote, that Malcolm X is worthy of sainthood.
What is it about Malcolm that makes his tale so magnificent?
Mr. Ossie Davis summed it up beautifully: “Malcolm was/is our manhood our living Black manhood; and in honoring him we honor the best in ourselves.”I contacted several elders expecting them to be angry about the recent book by Professor Manning Marable on Malcolm X. However, they all responded calmly and analytically, a testament to their time spent in our struggle. In fact, their responses made me question my reaction. Maybe, I was too reactionary. But upon reflection I concluded it was merely an expression of the depth of analysis of the personality of Brother Malcolm and what his example means to different generations among the oppressed. It was then that I decided to respond from my generation’s vantage point. This is merely an attempt to add paper to discourse.
Malcolm stated: “The price of Freedom is death.” The slave must die in order for the freeman to live. Both cannot occupy the body at the same time. Whenever an act is revealed about a person by another the question must be raised: was this information necessary to develop the image/character of the person?
In 1971 William Styron wrote a book about Saint Nat Turner. It was an attempt to attack the sanity and manhood of Mr. Turner and reduce him to the level of a deranged savage using the appropriate language. Our esteemed Elder, Dr. John H. Clarke saw the need to assemble nine writers and to publish ‘Ten Black writers’ response to William Styron’s Nat Turner’; thus reaffirming the value of Nat Turner’s life and revolutionary role to his people.
Certain aspects of Malcolm’s personality are similar to that of Nat Turner. Nat’s willingness to fight for his people even at the risk of death is an example of manhood and bravery at its best. Malcolm’s willingness to speak and defend the rights of his people even at the risk of death, is a direct parallel, because history informs us that he could have ‘punked out’ and lived longer. However, such men can not take the “easy way out.” Many of us don’t understand why; and that explains why we are still here.
What we are witnessing is not an attack upon Malcolm’s character for the previous, or current, generation. The previous generation knows of Malcolm by virtue of having been present during his lifetime. The current generation has been exposed to Malcolm just one generation removed from his physical transformation. The opinions of either group, whether they be negative or positive, are not who the negative depiction of Malcolm’s character is designed to influence.
The destruction of Malcolm’s character is aimed at future generations. The oppressors of African People clearly understand that if Malcolm’s life example is properly studied and taught, it could serve as a tool to liberate the minds of the oppressed, especially the young males. By looking ahead in a diabolical crystal ball, with the goal of keeping African people permanently oppressed, they have collectively decided to systematically destroy the character of one of our great revolutionaries.
The example of Malcolm’s life and his transformation into an intellectual and cultural revolutionary, if properly taught and understood could serve as a liberating tool for the oppressed. The oppressors understand that by destroying Malcolm’s image today, you don’t have to be concerned about Malcolm tomorrow. The youth of today will not want to study and emulate Malcolm tomorrow, nor will their children.
The oppressed can never be provided with a satisfactory solution to their dilemma by the oppressor. A solution, principally among the males, is an example of manhood; especially that of a male transformed from fighting against the aspirations of his people into a man that fought for the aspirations of his people. And whenever the oppressor can recruit one from the oppressed lot to aide them in the systematic, historical destruction of such an example, it will definitely be done. This, the oppressed who are mentally conscious, must expect. The oppressors will never miss an opportunity to extend their reign of oppression in each generation. What the oppressed must do is respond to such an attack in kind i.e. paper for paper, and move forward with the business of mental liberation.
Mekhat (121512)
Black Agenda Report Presents (The Pilot Episode Of) "Black Agenda Television!"
Obama On Trayvon Martin
Comicbook Review: "Dominique Laveau: Voodoo Child," No. 1
Dominique Laveau: Voodoo Child, No. 1
Selwyn Seyfu Hinds, Denys Cowan and John Floyd.
Vertigo.
32 pp. $2.99.
Thriller and chiller. “Requiem, Chapter One: Deep, Dark, Brown” is the title of the first issue of this new Vertigo series. The heroine is learned about literally on the run. By the end, she is profiled while she is profiled. Louisiana is the setting, a place that always had some type of zombies and ghosts roaming somewhere in the swamps of the nation’s imagination.
The tension between the swift action and the slow narration works. Hinds perhaps tries too hard to set the tone, but his attempt at prose poetry works as well as Cowan’s strong-as-ever style. Hinds, given his own “On The Ledge” column, Vertigo’s text spotlight, discusses his attempt: “For DOMINIQUE LAVEAU: VOODOO CHILD to truly come alive, I had to soak the series in that [New Orleans swinging] reality. I wanted to find a narrative style that captured the thematic richness of New Orleans music, the pain and the joy, as well as the structural aspects of the town’s songwriting, particularly with regard to jazz—the steady reprise of a verse structure, the improvisionational flights of a solo.” Yes, appreciated, but less is more in comics (and perhaps jazz, too).
But alive it is, and moving fast. The past is rising up out of the fresh mud of post-Katrina New Awlins, dirty and revealing. Self-discovery carries its own terrors and, in fiction, spilled blood always seems to follow. This first issue does a good job of setting up the pieces in ways that feel real.








