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New Edition of Robert and Mabel Williams Resource Guide


Emacs!

The story of Robert Williams and Mabel Williams is an important
chapter in the history of African-American people. It is much more
than the history of a black man who fought against segregation
and apartheid in the South. It is the story of a man and a woman
united in struggle, it is the story of a family who fought together,
struggled together and stayed together, united and strong in the
face of racism and oppression. Their story traces their political
and ideological growth from being participants in the civil rights
struggle, and the human rights struggle inside the United States,
to being participants in the world struggle against imperialism
and exploitation. It is a story of human dignity, and courage in
the face of overwhelming odds. Their story is truly a story of
love and of commitment to the struggle of African Peoples and
oppressed peoples around the world.
—Assata Shakur, Black liberation fighter in exile

Robert F. Williams marches in the company of Malcolm X, Rosa Parks, Kwame
Ture, Martin Luther King, Jr., Ella Baker and other leading voices of Black
liberation. He was one of the most important and controversial leaders of the
freedom movement. Yet his work, words, and profound influence are absent in
most historical accounts. With this CD, the Freedom Archives contributes to a
growing body of recent scholarship, telling the story of Robert Williams through
an exclusive interview with Mabel Williams, his widow, who was with him every
step of the way. The program traces their journey from NAACP leadership and
armed self-defense against the Klan in Monroe, North Carolina through exile and
internationalist solidarity in Cuba, China, Africa, and back to the United States. It
features rare speeches, interviews, and radio broadcasts of Radio Free Dixie, the
short wave radio series Robert and Mabel broadcast from Cuba.

Now available along with the CD
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Message from Robert Seth Hayes – Political Prisoner

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seth cropped 0 Message from Robert Seth Hayes   Political PrisonerRevolutionary greetings, dear comrades, friends and supporters.

This is Robert Seth Hayes, a former member of the Black Panther Party and a Black Liberation Army combatant. Still incarcerated, yet still progressing, I am determined to have closure to an era of Civil Rights struggles. To those of you who have been partners in solidarity, I extend my arms to enfold you. Let the vibration of my beating heart surround and comfort you. And may my spirit ever illuminate as a light along the path, as you continue your journey of making history. Greetings of profound respect. To all the Sisters and Brothers new to this all inclusive struggle: welcome, thank you, your support and attention are sorely needed.

In June of 2012 I will return to the New York State parole board, and again apply for release. After being originally incarcerated in 1973, I first came up for parole in 1998, and have continued to receive two year hits since then. At present, we are again engaged in fund raising mode for our new legal strategy and have our work cut out for us. We are our own liberators, so we again ask you for assistance.

June of 2012 is the next date where we will again meet our opposition and enter the fight for freedom. We have already accomplished much, but the battle resumes and again we must be prepared.

Please assist us with whatever funds you can contribute in this on going fight to free all PP/POW’s.

Please send contributions for the Legal Defense Fund for Robert Seth Hayes to our director: Nate Buckley, 438 Massachusetts avenue, Buffalo, NY 14213.

If you wish to send a letter to the parole commissioners requesting my release and asking them to bring closure to both our fallen freedom fighters and our communities as a whole, send your letters c/o Cheryl L. Kates, P.C., Attorney At Law, PO Box 734, Victor NY 14564.

Your efforts are honored and appreciated. Stay Strong.

Know that your love and support provides support and strengthens my and others determination to prevail.

As a political prisoner and prisoner of war, I extend to you much love and admiration, from the many who are confined, but who remain still at the heart of the struggle. Much love to you!

With honor and respect, love and solidarity,

Robert Seth’ Hayes

About Robert Seth Hayes, Herman Bell, and David Gilbert

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seth cropped 0 About Robert Seth Hayes, Herman Bell, and David GilbertRobert Seth Hayes was arrested in 1973, after police opened fire on his apartment while he was home with his wife and children. This occurred as a result of the U.S. government’s illegal Counterintelligence Program (COINTELPRO), in a climate dominated by portrayals of black militants as murderers and cop-killers. Seth, a former member of the Black Panther Party, was convicted for the death of a NYC transit cop and for the attempted murder of the cops who stormed his apartment. He received a sentence of 25 years to life, and is being held at the Wende Correctional Facility in Alden, NY.

In 1998, Seth was diagnosed with diabetes, and has been struggling with prison administrators to get decent healthcare for his disease. Seth became eligible for parole in 1998, but despite an excellent prison record, Seth’s sixth bid for parole was denied in 2008. You can find out more about Seth and listen to his solidarity statement with Six Nations on his website: www.sethhayes.org

HB 05 About Robert Seth Hayes, Herman Bell, and David GilbertHerman Bell has been a U.S. political prisoner for over 36 years. A former Black Panther, he was involved with political community work and subsequently went underground because of relentless FBI and police attacks on the Party. Herman was captured in New Orleans in 1973 and illegally extradited to New York to stand trial with Albert Nuh Washington, Jalil Muntaqim, Francisco Torres and Gabriel Torres on charges of killing two NYC police. Though the jury could not reach a verdict the first time, the NY District Attorney persisted and used many illegal tactics to obtain convictions for Herman, Jalil and Nuh.

Herman was also a founder, along with Carol Dove and Michael Vernon, and core member of the Victory Gardens Project, a collaboration between inner city and rural community groups in the northeastern U.S., in which food, as the organizing tool, was grown and distributed free of charge back into the communities.

In 2007, Herman was extradited to San Francisco for prosecution of a 38 year-old unsolved cop-killing case. He was charged along with Jalil Muntaqim and six other former Black Panthers, now known as the San Francisco 8. In July 2009, he pled to reduced charges and received 5 years probation. Herman maintains this was a strategic decision which would help the defense of the others and would allow him to return to New York and continue fighting for freedom. The plea in no way jeopardized the other defendants in the case. His decision paved the way for the dismissal of four of the SF8, once Jalil Muntaqim joined Herman in accepting a plea for probation.

Despite Herman’s 37 years in prison, his impressive prison record, including his B.A. and M.A., his years of football and basket ball coaching (bringing prisoners together), his years of mentoring and tutoring, his paralegal and HIV-counseling certificates, his founding the Victory Gardens Project, his 3 job offers in San Francisco, his decades of marriage, his children and grandchildren and 9 siblings offering him a secure homecoming, he was denied parole for the fourth consecutive time in July 2010.

gilbert About Robert Seth Hayes, Herman Bell, and David GilbertDavid Gilbert is a longtime anti-imperialist. He became active around the civil rights movement in 1960, and later organized against the Vietnam War. He spent 10 years as part of an underground resistance to imperialism. Working as an anti-racist ally of the Black Liberation Army in 1981, David and others were captured in connection with an attempted expropriation (theft for political reasons) of a Brink’s truck in Nyack, NY. David was sentenced to 75 years to life and is currently being held at Clinton, a maximum-security prison in upstate New York.

In 1986, David became active as an advocate and educator around AIDS in prison after his codefendant Kuwasi Balagoon died suddenly of AIDS while still in custody. He is the author of No Surrender: Writings from an Anti-Imperialist Political Prisoner. It can be ordered from AK Press, www.akpress.org, info@akpress.org, AK Press, 674-A 23rd Street, Oakland, CA 94612 USA. He is also the subject of a mini-documentary, “Lifetime of Struggle” (available from AK Press or the Freedom Archives).

Celebrating Malcolm X in the Streets of Harlem

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A day in the life of an imprisoned revolutionary

by J. Heshima Denham

“The purpose of the … control unit is to control revolutionary attitudes in the prison system and in the society at large.” – Former Marion Supermax Prison Warden Ralph Aron

“In several instances (the control unit) has been used to silence religious leaders. It has been used to silence economic and philosophical dissidents.” – Federal Judge James Foreman, U.S. District Court, East St. Louis, Illinois, 1980

“This type of struggle gives us the opportunity to become revolutionaries, the highest form of the human species, and it also allows us to emerge fully as men; those who are unable to achieve either of those two states should say so now and abandon the struggle.” – Che Guevara, Bolivia, 1967

Heshima wrote on the back of this photo – a rarity, as prisoners in isolation often go decades without being photographed: “This photo was taken a few days after the first hunger strike ended (last July). I was only 178 pounds; I’d lost 42 pounds.”

Greetings, brothers and sisters. Perpetual existence in the sensory deprivation torture units of Amerika, like any form of socio-political violence, is virtually impossible to understand if you’ve not personally experienced it or some other form of coercive force over a prolonged period. Though the human imagination is infinitely capable of conjuring fantasies of such horrors, what appears equally shocking to many is how can some not only resist such systematic psychological torture, but actually improve themselves under such conditions of extreme duress.

Ironically, the answer lies in the motivation of the torture itself. The origin of our resistance lies in the very nature of the core contradictions of capitalist society in conflict with the advanced elements of its most oppressed strata: the bourgeois state’s attempt to stamp out revolutionary sentiment amongst the lumpen-proletariat in hopes of maintaining and expanding its reactionary character, in contrast with the struggle of political and politicized prisoners to raise the consciousness and revolutionary character of the entire underclass, all while resisting the fascist state’s attempts to silence our dissent, crush our will to struggle and foment defection.

We have consistently sought to expose the objective reality of our collective exploitation, of what society’s ills are, their origins in the arrangement of the productive system, and how to change them in the interests of the vast majority of the world’s people. We have consistently been tossed in control units for doing so.

Prison is a socially hostile microcosm of society at large.

Prison is a socially hostile microcosm of society at large. The same structures and relationships – political, social and economic – that make up U.S. society are reflected on any prison yard, stripped of the pretense of patriotism and unity. Those social forces who dictate society’s guidelines – i.e., the ruling class, bourgeois state, the 1 percent etc. – have ensured “the rule of law” is structured to sanction those who would disturb the maintenance of the core contradictions upon which capitalist society is based – i.e., social production leading to private appropriation, the economic class structure, the race card system etc.

Should critics or dissenters rock the boat too far outside the bourgeois prescribed course, they invariably find themselves ostracized or imprisoned. Once in prison nothing is different. Abuses of imprisoned revolutionaries dates back centuries in the U.S. The legacies of John Brown, Eugene V. Debs, Melvin B. Tolsen, Clifford James, W.L. Nolan and George L. Jackson continue today in the indefinite sensory deprivation isolation of Leonard Peltier, P. Sangu Jones, Mumia Abu Jamal, Sondai Ellis, Zaharibu Dorrough, Sitawa Dewberry, Jarvis Masters, D. Mutope Crawford, L. Powell, Wembe Johnson, F.Y. Carter and so many more principled servants of the people and champions of humanity, all daily subjected to indefinite psychological torture solely because they will never renounce the struggle against the oppression of man by man … and neither will I. I am a product of this unbroken legacy of revolutionary thought, action and eternal commitment and have shared the same torturous fate for 12 years, and will continue to do so until we win or don’t lose, until victory or death.

But I’ve been asked, “What is it really like, a day in your life?” We share a functional collective consciousness, so sharing a single day from my life should give you a glimpse into the “lives” – the existence – of all these examples of humanity’s most noble spirit: the revolutionary in perpetual resistance to indefinite torture.

I’ve been asked, “What is it really like, a day in your life?” We share a functional collective consciousness, so sharing a single day from my life should give you a glimpse into the “lives” – the existence – of all these examples of humanity’s most noble spirit: the revolutionary in perpetual resistance to indefinite torture.

I wake to darkness and cold. It’s 4:30 a.m. and I’m in my small cell in Corcoran SHU (Security Housing Unit). I turn my head slightly to see the photos of my children and grandson on my wall and close my eyes to thank the creator for giving me another day of life in which to make some contribution to the cause of freedom, justice, equality and human rights. I ask that my comrades, my children and my siblings be watched over, their health preserved.

I then open my eyes and rise. It’s particularly cold this morning as I lace up my shoes, fold my linen, and roll my mattress back. After attending to my morning ablutions, clean the sink and sweep my floor, I turn on my TV to the news and enjoy a cup of coffee in preparation for my routine.

I have to be extra careful as I change the channel since the last power surge fried my TV cord and if I move my TV it’ll blow out again. The c/o (correctional officer) walks past flashing his light into my cell. I have the cell light that glares 24/7 blocked using a piece of string and sheet so I can stave off the migraines that accompany the constant illumination we endure daily.

I watch the various stories engaging bourgeois state-controlled media today: Multinational and domestic corporations, sitting on trillions in cash reserves, are refusing to hire because they claim a combination of “regulatory uncertainty and adverse consumer sentiment” has them sitting on the sidelines of the labor market. I see through this blatant gambit to manipulate the working class into opposing greater financial regulation and health care reform in seconds.

In an economy fueled by consumption, which is directly proportional to wage labor payrolls, corporations are intentionally prolonging the depressed economic cycle by not hiring, thus creating a self-fulfilling prophesy of reduced consumption creating the perception amongst the exploited workers that re-establishing the deregulated free market – which is what caused this current recessionary-recovery cycle – and repealing the petty bourgeois policies of the Obama administration in favor of more industrial bourgeois policies that are championed by Republicans is their only course to broader employment.

I shake my head in a combination of pity, anger and disgust as I hear these deluded patsies parroting the ideas of the ruling class as they languish “trapped in the matrix,” their desperate conditions blinding them to their own interests. They continue to grasp and flail ineffectually to realize their immediate interests, seemingly oblivious to any conscious aspirations of changing the system itself, of seizing power and structuring society so the ownership of the means of production and distribution actually reflects the reality of social production and human need.

I immediately berate myself for the direction of my frustrated thought: I remind myself, as I rise and begin my warm-up routine of jumping jacks, that it’s not the people’s fault when the revolution fails; it is the fault of the vanguard party, our fault … MY fault. I/we must redouble my/our efforts, I think. We must combine our ideas, analyses and efforts in a more effective and efficient form to get our words heard, these ideas understood, these theories tested in the vital arena of social practice.

It’s not the people’s fault when the revolution fails; it is the fault of the vanguard party, our fault … MY fault. We must combine our ideas, analyses and efforts in a more effective and efficient form to get our words heard.

I did weight work yesterday, filling my laundry bag with stacks of transcripts and old magazines, then lashing them down with pieces of sheet and string to make a weight bag. So today I’ll do circuit training. I settle on 10 circuits of five exercises: 50 pushups, 40 crunches, 50 split-lunges, 20 dips (between the dunks) and 50 three-count squats.

The pain in my right side, which has been there since the first hunger strike, is like a piece of shrapnel in my side and by the sixth circuit I’m feeling my age, my body wanting to quit. “No one’s here but me,” I think. “I’m sweating, I’ve pushed my body, why continue to endure this pain?” Almost instantly a more insistent voice answers: “What if you were in the field of battle and the lives of your comrades and the people depended on you fighting on? What is pain to the future survival of the people, the party and the revolution? Nothing at all.”

All life is suffering; it is the nature of your existence, the price of your unwavering commitment to what is right. I heed this second voice. I ignore the pain and exhaustion and push on. I feel the cold stone under my palms and the sweat flowing from my pores, but none of it registers in my mind. I am fueled by images of combating the sick bastards on this TV who are dragging an old woman away in cuffs, her head bloodied, from an Occupy Movement protest line.

I strive to control the fire, to channel it into my exercises, and just as the rage against all the injustice I’ve witnessed and endured at the hands of this sick system seeks to overwhelm my reason, my discipline clamps down on it, I detach from my emotions, and finish my last set. I pace my small cell and drink a cup of warm water, re-asserting greater control of my breathing and heart rate in preparation for the next half of my morning regimen, cataloguing the work I have before me today and prioritizing it.

The c/o’s walk by for morning count and unlock the barbox – the sound of the metal gears falling into place, of tray slots being unlocked in preparation for chow signaling the start of another day in the torture unit. When they leave the section, I put up my window blockers and do 45 minutes to an hour of kata and martial arts training.

Here in the 4B1L-C section short corridor, the windows in the gun tower are mirror-tinted and the section windows blacked out. They can watch you, but if they’re staging a raid or monitoring your in-cell activities, you can’t see them. You thus live in a state between perpetual uncertainty and hyper-vigilance, never knowing when you’ll have your cell torn up and property destroyed or confiscated.

They are aware most imprisoned New Afrikan revolutionary nationalists practice some form of self-defense, and they believe they have sufficient documentation as to the extent of my decades of attention to these sciences in my C-file and elsewhere, but they really don’t, so I prefer to train in conditions of privacy to keep the extent of my expertise to myself. I end with some light moving meditation and then take my bird bath.

Around this time they are coming through the section door with chow. It’s scrambled eggs and potatoes today; it’s Tuesday. The menu never changes. You know the meal by the day of the week. We’re being served on paper trays, the food is grossly under-proportioned and ice cold. I go to the door and accept my small tray of food and sack lunch, looking at these c/o’s laugh and joke about the game they enjoyed over the weekend.

Through hooded eyes, I speak politely, thanking them for the cold food and wishing them a good morning. Startled by this response, they offer a nervous pleasantry in reply. I deposit my meal in a white paper cup, place the 2 slices of bread over it and scoop the 3-½ spoonfuls of cold cracked wheat cereal into my mouth and wash them down with some warm water.

I see this for the subtle psychological attack it is, reminding myself provocation and/or mental degradation is its intent. I form the opposite reaction, remembering there are men and women right now in some CIA blacksite prison in Uzbekistan being raped with a cattle-prod for breakfast yet maintaining their ideological integrity. I’ll do no less. The fact that they’ve been feeding me this way for 12 years and counting only strengthens my resolve. I’m desensitized by this point. I eat only to survive. I stopped eating for taste, texture or temperature years ago.

The food is grossly under-proportioned and ice cold. I see this for the subtle psychological attack it is and form the opposite reaction, remembering there are men and women right now in some CIA blacksite prison in Uzbekistan being raped with a cattle-prod for breakfast yet maintaining their ideological integrity. I’ll do no less.

I finish my “bird bath,” clean my sink, toilet, walls and floor, then sit down and eat half of my eggs and potatoes, saving the rest to eat with my lunch. My sack lunch – one slice of bread, two thin slices of bologna, a pack of two graham crackers and a small pack of almonds (12 almonds in a pack) – needs these extra calories to hold me till chow at 5 p.m.

I make my coffee pack, sit down and open my “office.” I intentionally maintain a massive workload so all of my time is consumed with activity. I am very conscious of time, of the quantity and quality of my daily service to the revolutionary cause.

I’m doing a portrait of a family who’s befriended my comrade Kambui in hopes of strengthening those social ties and displaying the quality of my/our work to a broader public audience; I’m designing new pieces for my/our greeting card line in hopes of raising funds for our progressive community development programs; I’m litigating a medical civil rights claim on behalf of a prisoner here with diabetes where I’ve been forced to file four different motions for extension of time because we’ve not been given law library access since August.

We’re supposed to get law library access today. I have several chapters and papers I have to review in various texts on economics, politics and mass psychology for a new piece we’re writing on the practice application of revolutionary scientific socialism in the U.S. today. I’m helping some good comrades gain a broader understanding of the ideas of Fanon, Marx, Engels, Mao, Trotsky and Ho Chi Minh as they relate to the ever-evolving conditions in modern society, trying to finish some work for our brothers and sisters in the progressive media and the Occupy Movement and putting the finishing touches on a Japanese cultural piece I/we initially intended to donate to the Fresno Museum of Art to auction off for the Japanese Tsunami Relief Fund but can only assume the museum director never wrote back because we are prisoners and she could not see past the propaganda of the state and its corresponding social stigma.

I take on all these projects, and more, intentionally. Enforced idleness is a key element of the sensory deprivation torture unit. The isolation is designed to concentrate the psychological impact of this endless idleness. The mind is supposed to turn in upon itself, warping reality. It is structured to re-enforce the concept that you have nothing to look forward to but the same nothing … forever. Its purpose is to break the minds of weak men, to transform them into craven informants, agents of the state, rats, debriefers.

The mind of the developed and committed revolutionary cannot be broken. Whenever it encounters such adverse conditions, it changes those conditions. I/we have no “idle time.” From the lowest, most oppressive conditions in this society, the SHU, we struggle daily to advance the progress of humanity itself.

We must work 10 times harder than any other segment of society to have the most miniscule influence on human affairs because we have such overwhelming power arrayed against us with the sole purpose of repressing our ideas – i.e., IGI (Institutional Gang Investigations), ISU (Investigations Services Unit), prison administrators, state officials, the U.S. federal government, decades of false propaganda and entrenched social stigmas which have created an aversion and irrational skepticism of anything positive and progressive originating here.

I/we have no “idle time.” From the lowest, most oppressive conditions in this society, the SHU, we struggle daily to advance the progress of humanity itself. We must work 10 times harder than any other segment of society to have the most miniscule influence on human affairs because we have such overwhelming power arrayed against us with the sole purpose of repressing our ideas.

We have a monumental task just overcoming the obstacles to communicate with you all. We have far too much work to do by writ of our chosen lifestyle to ever fall prey to such an innovation in psychological coercion. We are not simply immune, but where the truly committed are concerned, such attempts have the opposite effect: The fact that they would even attempt such attacks on dedicated servants of the people only hardens our resolve to resist. It makes us more revolutionary, better servants of the people and better men.

So I sit here for the first half of my day and work on this portrait. As I work, my thoughts tend to drift to my regrets. I’ve been imprisoned for most of my children’s lives and thoughts of their welfare and safety consume me: What are their interests and views, what do they value, what do they love? I look at the photo of my daughter Jawanda. I’ve never seen her face in real life or heard her laughter. I write them all (I have five children) at least once a month or more, but it’s been years since I’ve heard from most of them. I’m convinced my daughter Jawanda hates me for not being there for her and her brother as they grew up.

I push the thoughts away, comforted in the knowledge that my daily efforts in the cause are the greatest gift I could give them: a world where the interests of the many actually govern its direction and nature, democracy in form and not simply in word. Though I will not live to see the victorious revolutionary change for which I have labored all their lives, and will continue to for the remainder of my own, their children just might usher in this new social order on the heels of our contributions.

I hear keys as the section door opens and IGI officers enter the section wearing their arrogance and warped perceptions literally on their sleeves. They’re here to escort someone to ACH (hospital clinic). As they do so, the nurse and escort officer walk the tier dispensing medication. I accept and take my own meds, treatment for the inescapable damage done to my own mind which has manifested itself in an actual imbalance in my brain chemistry. I ask the officer, “Are they going to run law library?” They haven’t called with a list yet. But “doubt it,” he says.

I leave the door and return to my work, suppressing the sharp spike of anger at their continued refusal to allow us to access the courts to redress these inhumane violations of our rights. Another log on the pyre of the daily usurpations of our basic rights. Before I know it, it’s noon and I set my artwork aside and prepare my lunch while the news plays in the background.

I pick up the book Zamarabu sent down to me, “New Theories of Revolution” by Jack Woddis, and I pick up where I left off as I finish my meal. Most of the texts and concepts Brother Woddis is critiquing are close at hand and by the time my meal is finished and sufficiently digested, I have several tomes opened, cross-referencing ideas and concepts while I simultaneously view them through the prism of current social conditions and my own dialectical analysis.

I save two slices of bread, my apple and a slice of bologna from my lunch so I’ll have something to work forward to this evening. With that done, I turn my attention to addressing a question one of my comrades had on whether the practice of several small businesses trading among themselves to keep their overheads low equated a form of socialism, having seen the same story on PBS. I explained to the comrade his question underscores the importance of ideological development and a firm grasp of historical materialism when analyzing socio-economic phenomena.

What he had observed was a barter system amongst petty-bourgeois proprietors in an intra-class conflict with the more powerful industrial bourgeois interest – in this case Wal-Mart; this was not socialism. Those small businesses continue to offer their goods and services to consumers at a profit mark-up, continue to appropriate the surplus value of their workers’ labor, continue to support this system of white male privilege, race-class divide and rule, and labor exploitation. They are not socialist or revolutionary; quite the opposite, they are reactionary as they seek to turn back the wheel of history to the point where their mode of small production was the dominant segment of the bourgeois class base, where now they seek to bank together against the ruling bourgeois strata to keep from being cast back down into the working class because they can’t compete with the ruling bourgeois’ industrial scale mode of production and labor exploitation.

Socialism does not seek to “reform” capitalist property relations amongst the bourgeois elements; no, socialism seeks to abolish bourgeois property relations altogether. I went in depth on the question as did other comrades. Mind you, because we are in a sensory deprivation torture unit, these discussions cannot be held verbally, no. We must write them on paper, then shoot our lines and “fish” them to and fro amongst each other, sharing ideas, lending moral, emotional, psychological, material and spiritual support to one another via a piece of string and a weighted item tossed down the tier from one cell to another.

Because of blockers welded to the base of the doors and c/o’s who will snatch and break your line, this is of course difficult. But again none will deter us from exercising our fundamental human rights. We are here only because we believe the oppression of man by man should be opposed.

Because we are in a sensory deprivation torture unit, discussions cannot be held verbally. We must write them on paper, then shoot our lines and “fish” them to and fro amongst each other, sharing ideas, lending moral, emotional, psychological, material and spiritual support to one another via a piece of string and a weighted item tossed down the tier from one cell to another. Because of blockers welded to the base of the doors and c/o’s who will snatch and break your line, this is of course difficult. But again none will deter us from exercising our fundamental human rights. We are here only because we believe the oppression of man by man should be opposed.

By the time I finish, evening chow has come. I set my cake aside as a special treat for later and watch “Nightly Business Report” as I finish my meal, assessing and analyzing the daily permutations of global capitalism; then I watch BBC News and PBS Newshour. I then get back in “the office” and work on political pieces for various media interests, until I run out of gas around 8 p.m.

But I have one more thing to do. Today is special to me, and as I’ve done for the past 17 years of my imprisonment – this is now my 18th – I write a letter to my son giving him the benefit of my life’s experiences for the year, summing it up by recounting a story of children in India who are sent in bulk by labor firms to plantation factories as young as 9, 10 and 11 to pick cotton and work the gins in conditions as deplorable as those we experienced in the chattel slave epoch to develop textiles for a mega-rich British multinational. I explain to him that this was evil and how all that was necessary for such evil to continually prevail was for good people to do nothing.

I end my letter, slide it into the tray slot and sit down to enjoy a comedy program on TV while I eat the items I’ve saved from my earlier meals. Conscious of the pain in my side and health benefits of laughter, both chemically and psychologically, I release my emotional control and allow myself again to feel. I let go of the melancholy which is my constant companion and allow the mirth to strike me in the belly as the underclass antics of “Raising Hope” play across my TV.

Conscious of the pain in my side and health benefits of laughter, both chemically and psychologically, I release my emotional control and allow myself again to feel. I let go of the melancholy which is my constant companion and allow the mirth to strike me in the belly as the underclass antics of “Raising Hope” play across my TV.

I hear the section door pop, the bar box being opened and the gears being locked back in place as the other c/o passes out mail. It’s a special day, I’m expecting some mail and hoping to hear from my son. I receive a card wishing me holiday greetings from the beautiful brothers and sisters from a Pasadena community parish in solidarity with the prisoner hunger strike coalition. It fills me with gratitude and warmth. It’s 29 days old and postmarked, meaning IGI held this meager card for at least 26 days. I also get a ducat for blood draw in the morning.

I leave my door and laugh away the disappointment of not hearing from my family on this day, as I enjoy the 10 o’clock news. I see a wonderful story in honor of Muhammad Ali’s birthday, on how he defied the U.S. war machine by refusing to submit to coercion into their imperialist adventure in Vietnam. I suddenly feel even better, knowing I’m in such good company.

I look at my children’s photos and the images of Chairman Mao, Bob Marley, Jonathan Jackson and Buddha that are the only other images on my wall. I again close my eyes and ask the creator to watch over and bless my comrades, my children, my siblings, parents and all the people languishing under the yoke of this global Moloch of greed we call the capitalist “free market.” I close my eyes wondering why I heard from no one. I cut off my TV. I have an early start in the morning. I’m not as young as I used to be. Today was my birthday: Jan. 17, 2012.

Our existence here is one of struggle, of constant, ever present, inescapable daily struggle. I/we have attempted to convey this reality to you in many ways, but these are words, only valid if they serve to influence you positively in some way. What must be understood in the final analysis is we here are not “gang members” when speaking of adherents of NARN (New Afrikan Revolutionary Nation) Scientific Socialism; we are revolutionaries. We think, act and communicate differently than those who have not given their lives to the people.

I say this not to disparage anyone; it is simply a statement of fact. The Honorable Comrade George Lester Jackson stated, “Revolution is a war for the minds of the masses.” The state has buried us in these torture units specifically to ensure we cannot effectively communicate the reality of the collective subjugation of 99 percent of those in this society to the whims of an avaricious ruling elite. They seek to criminalize legitimate political discourse, to disparage the truth in favor of an ever-evolving lie. The truth of the matter is you and I both are nothing but commodities to these people, our values being exploited or intentionally suppressed as the interests of their profit margins dictate.

Saul D. Alinsky in his book “Rules for Radicals” said, “When you are trying to communicate and can’t find the point in the experience of the other party at which he can receive and understand, then you must create the experience for him.” I have tried to do that here without horrifying you. What must be understood is some of the greatest political, social, economic, cultural, scientific and military minds of our time are languishing in the short corridors and cell blocks of Pelican Bay and Corcoran SHUs. Many of you in progressive circles are familiar with my writing, but I am merely a product of the phenomenal principled men I mentioned at the beginning of this discussion and the unfinished legacy of democratic change and equalitarian struggle that is the hallmark of the evolution of civilization.

The state has buried us in these torture units specifically to ensure we cannot effectively communicate the reality of the collective subjugation of 99 percent of those in this society to the whims of an avaricious ruling elite. They seek to criminalize legitimate political discourse. Some of the greatest political, social, economic, cultural, scientific and military minds of our time are languishing in the short corridors and cell blocks of Pelican Bay and Corcoran SHUs.

Under these conditions – indeterminate SHU confinement – we have the full weight of the state arrayed against us. Our words in some instances are our only effective tools. If I/we write or say something I/we consider revolutionary, that I hope will alter the nature and structure of society and improve mankind, but in the final analysis fails to move anyone in a substantive way, it is not revolutionary or progressive. Communication that fails to effect its intent is so much idle chatter.

The concrete analysis of such concrete conditions would be nothing has been changed. The reason we commit so much time and effort into understanding the history and present interconnections of all human activity in our world is the ability to change people’s minds, to alter their perspectives so a previously hidden truth becomes self-evident. It’s a serious matter, as serious and strategic as war, because revolution is a war.

As you read this I’m waging that war now, against entrenched biases and artificial social stigmas manufactured by a specific socio-economic interest. This is why we are so hard on ourselves, why we intentionally expose ourselves to conditions that would crush most men’s minds and subsume their wills: Failure to communicate these ideas to you effectively is to fail you.

We are speaking of the future evolution of the world, of forging a society more reflective of human decency than human misery. We cannot fail. Our cause is just because our cause is you – serving the people.

It is my sincerest hope that you leave this brief discussion with not simply a greater grasp of this injustice, but more centrally with a determination to insist the state end this hidden hypocrisy. The U.S. – and the state of California – cannot continue criticizing Syria, China, Burma and Russia for their alleged repressive measures against dissent and maltreatment of political prisoners, yet continue to maintain its own domestic program of torture against political prisoners. It is inhumane, illegal, hypocritical and just plain wrong.

Our imprisonment has no bearing on the truth and validity of our ideas. If this is truly a nation which values democracy, equality, human rights and fundamental fairness as its social imperatives, surely its people cannot allow this practice of political repression to continue unchallenged. Surely you will challenge it.

Our imprisonment has no bearing on the truth and validity of our ideas. If this is truly a nation which values democracy, equality, human rights and fundamental fairness as its social imperatives, surely its people cannot allow this practice of political repression to continue unchallenged.

If nothing else, I hope sharing a day in my life will compel you to value your own a little more and cherish that of your fellow man or woman as you do your own. My/our love, loyalty and solidarity to you all … until we win or don’t lose.

Send our brother some love and light: J. Heshima Denham, J-38283, CSP-COR-SHU, 4B1L-40, P.O. Box 3481, Corcoran, CA 93212.

Malcolm X: An Unyielding Revolutionary

Malcolm X: An Unyielding Revolutionary

By Esteban Morales
July 16, 2007

Cubanow.- In September 1960, Malcolm X became one of those world personalities linked to the Cuban Revolution, not only for his revolutionary position, and his unyielding solidarity with Cuba, but also by being linked very early with the top leader of the Cuban Revolution, Fidel Castro, at the Theresa Hotel, in Harlem, New York.

Forty-two years has passed since February 21st, 1965, when one of the brightest and most rational leaders of the 20th century was murdered.

He was born in Omaha, Nebraska, on May 25th, 1925 and christened as Malcolm Little. His father was a Baptist pastor; follower of Marcus Garvey’s ideals, and his mother was born on the Caribbean island of Grenada.

He adopted his Muslim name, Hajj Malik El Shabazz, after his pilgrimage to Mecca but was known worldwide as Malcolm X.

His social struggle was extremely intense and hard; by different and unconventional ways for his times, he reached a theoretical conception and a strategy for the struggle of Black North Americans, thus emerging as a leader in the world struggle against imperialism.

Malcolm X lived in Boston and New York, where he was arrested after having participated in larceny, drugs, gambling, and other misdemeanors. He was imprisoned in a Massachusetts jail until 1952.

During his prison stay he joined the Muslim organization, Nation of Islam, and it was then he took the name by which he became universally known: Malcolm X.

Prison had a positive influence on his youthful personality, a process in which his activist Muslim comrades helped him. Released, still only 27, he decided to change the erratic course of his previous life.

One year after being released he was appointed a Minister of the Nation of Islam organization.

By that time, the clearest idea of the meaning of religion for Malcolm X, in the context of his political ideas, was eloquently expressed in the following: “If I must accept a religion which doesn’t let me fight for my people, to hell with it” (See: Malcolm X Speaks: speeches, interviews and statements. Pathfinder Press, United States, 2002, p. 114, source of quotations used in this essay which are, however, retranslated from the Spanish.)

In 1963, Malcolm X lived through a very hard period in his political life, when he had to make the decision to leave the Nation of Islam, the organization to which he owed so much and that had so heavily influenced his initial training.

He made such a decision when he realized, from a private conversation, that its head and spiritual father, Elijah Muhammad, whom he had faithfully followed, exhibited morally inadequate personal behaviour. For his part, he reached the deep conviction that inside the organization the role of leaders was only to look after the interests, frequently spurious, of its top leader and besides, he had experienced its total lack of interest for political activity among North American Black people.

In fact, the Nation of Islam was not consistent with the principles it preached, in the midst of its top leader’s abuse of power and authority. This continually involved the organization’s hierarchy in covering up shameful actions to its economic benefit, coordinated through the KKK and other racist and fascist-like organizations.

From the moment Malcolm X left the organization, over such compromising reasons, he became a danger, both for the organization’s leadership as well as for the organization itself.

In fact, the Nation of Islam, with its bourgeois nationalist tendency and a leadership continually engaged in and committed to attaining space within the economy of the US capitalist system, was quite the opposite of what Malcolm X expected from any organization seeking to struggle for Black liberation.

Malcolm X intended to overcome such mentioned faults when he founded his two organizations: the Afro-American Unity Organization (AAUO), initiated in New York, in 1964, and what was called the Muslim Mosque, shortly afterwards. His intention was to cover both the religious and political concerns of black communities.

Malcolm X has frequently been labelled racist and violent. Many of those who don’t know him, or those who know him very well, especially these last, try to slander him, by comparing him with Martin Luther King; considering Malcolm the “red” demon, and King the “black” angel. A Manichean position widely used to introduce much confusion in understanding the real role of both personalities and their place within the Black struggle.

Malcolm X did not judge anyone by the color of their skin. Even when he spoke about Blacks, many times he was referring to non-white people (saying: “Blacks”, “Browns”, “Yellows” “Reds”, etc) to give a comprehensive view of the problem of white colonization of these peoples, in some ways slaves in their own land; like the North American Black, he never got tired of repeating, they didn’t arrive on the Mayflower. These concepts allowed him to expose the common enemy and forge the alliance and solidarity which has to exist between all the exploited of the world, Afro-Americans, Chinese, Indians, Latin Americans, etc.

This concept set him apart from either from the black or white racism affecting so many organizations at that time, and brought him closer to a true concept of what the struggle against any sort of racism and discrimination should be, including discrimination against women, an aspect to which he also paid attention.

Although Malcolm X did not worship violence, he was always against Blacks being called upon to be peaceful, when the most ruthless violence was used openly and continually against them. So he said about this: ” I myself would accept non-violence if it were consistent, if it were intelligent, if everyone were non-violent, if we were always non-violent. But I’m never going to accept… any sort of non-violence, unless the whole world is non-violent”. (op cit. p.142). Undoubtedly, one would be a fool to agree to be non-violent within a society overwhelmed by all sorts of violence against its Black and non-white populations, as North American society is even today, to try to inculcate an ethic which neither the police, nor the courts, and not even the government itself, put into practice in the United States of America.

Malcolm X by Ben Jones

He did not support violence, but he deeply understood that it was unavoidable, to the extent that its origin came from the marked intention of keeping Black people exploited at any cost, permanently condemning them to being second and third rate citizens in their own land. All the mechanisms, authorities and instruments of the North American political system collaborated towards this aim.

So Malcolm X was neither racist nor violent. It’s North American society that day after day is more and more racist and violent. Despite that, it can’t be said that the Civil Rights struggle made no progress at all.

From the beginning, Malcolm X was linked not only to the personal consequences of the Black struggle in the United States, but he also paid careful attention to the struggle of other oppressed peoples inside the U.S. and at world level. With his travels basically through Asia and Africa, he kept on enriching this perspective.

That’s to say, Malcolm X, from his origins as a revolutionary leader, also put forward in his training the strong internationalist component which always characterized him. So within his thought as well as his political action, the Black struggle in the United States was only part of the whole revolutionary endeavour of the liberation struggle at world level.

Even more, Malcolm X did not consider himself North American, but a victim of North Americanism. In 1964, he said in Cleveland, Ohio, “I speak as victim of this North American system and I see the United Sates through the victim’s eyes. I don’t see an American dream. I see an American nightmare”.

For Malcolm X, the North American system was a rotten, corrupt, exploiting one, which enlisted Blacks in the economic and political mechanisms of exploitation, discrimination and moral degradation.

He never used the expression “Our Government” nor spoke about “Our Armed Forces”, rather expressed himself “Don’t deal with Uncle Sam as if he were your friend… if he were your friend you wouldn’t be a second-rate citizen… we have no friends in Washington”.

Such starting points to qualify North American society make it very clear that North American Black people are really a people exploited and discriminated against within their own country, because the white people have appropriated it, leaving the immense majority of North American Blacks in a situation similar to Third World exploited peoples. Such terms also served to make him an extremely “dangerous” person, continually persecuted by the North American Special Services, until his assassination on February 21st, 1965.

With the introduction of “Black Capitalism” during Lyndon B. Johnson’s administration, and the demands achieved, as a result of the Civil Rights struggle, the situation would change; improvements in recognition of economic, social and political rights for Blacks arrived. The Civil Rights struggle hadn’t been in vain but the changes that took place were limited, within a capitalist and essentially racist society.

With Blacks enlisting in capitalist dynamics and using “Affirmative Action”, a new context emerged, inside of which a Black upper middle class, subordinate to the white oligarchy, became a paradigm for the huge majority of Black people. And the huge majority of Black people would follow that “carrot on the stick”, and the final result is that currently from 5% to 7 % (no more) of Black people enjoy a subordinate class position, exploiting Blacks themselves and also enjoying privileges of the system. Meanwhile, more than 90% of that population remain under the same conditions of exploitation and discrimination that haven’t substantially changed today.

In Malcolm X’s speeches, interviews and statements, it’s quite clear that he didn’t share the strategy of the Civil Rights struggle. He considered this kind of struggle was not the correct one. But, did this mean that Martin Luther King wasn’t right? In reality, it’s a very hard question to answer. So we prefer to focus on the drawbacks that both forms of struggle presented and the problems stemming from the national and international context in which such battles had to be fought.

Undoubtedly, Malcolm X was a more radical leader with a broader vision than King; but based only on this is it possible to affirm that the former was right? Not always in politics does radicalism equal the triumph of the strategy for struggle based on it. Neither, if a strategy for struggle failed, does it mean it was wrong. There are too many circumstances converging in a process of political struggle to be able to arrive at conclusions so easily.

Notwithstanding, the truth is that both strategies of struggle had their drawbacks.

What were those strategies? We’ll look briefly.

• For Martin Luther King, the Black struggle should have concentrated on claiming from North American society the civil rights corresponding to being part of the North American nation. Among these rights, as the fundamental one: to be treated as equals. This struggle was understood as strictly within U.S. territory, although not excluding the possibility of receiving international solidarity even though the form of struggle didn’t facilitate it. The method of struggle should be completely peaceful.

• For Malcolm X, the Black struggle didn’t exclude claiming their civil rights, but it should basically be concentrated on strengthening their communities, their political and religious organizations, in order to demand the rightful place of Blacks within North American society. This struggle was focused on the basis of what Malcolm called “Black Nationalism”; that is, considering Black people as a subjugated nation within its own country and the existing capitalist system as its enemy. Because of this, his struggle was part of the struggle of all the exploited of the world. The struggle should be peaceful, but not exclude the use of violence, if imposed by the exploiters.

Malcolm X considered that the United States, as well as Black people, had a very serious problem: Blacks were undesirable and the tendency was to treat them as second and third class citizens.

For Malcolm X, neither the Democratic or Republican parties represented an alternative in the search for support for the struggle within North American society.

The foregoing was expressed as: “…Every time you see yourself in the mirror, whether you’re black, brown, red or yellow, you’re seeing a person who’s a serious problem for the United States, because they do not want you here”.

So for him all these people should unite. But not only within the United States, rather with all their kind all over the world, and raise a great movement of vindication that he called “Black Revolution”.

This revolution had a common enemy. This enemy was the white colonizer, always European: Spaniards in America, British in Africa, French, Belgians, Portuguese, Germans; all whites, who had moved all over the world with their colonial enterprises, exploiting all the American, Asian and African peoples. These were the imperialist colonizers who did the same to everybody, including North American Blacks, those who didn’t arrive on the Mayflower, but on slave ships.

Conceiving of the North American Black population as it really was: a mass that hadn’t overcome its condition of slavery, unequally exploited in relation to the rest of the population, white workers, and discriminated against in the context of social life, Malcolm X was able to reach another very important conclusion: in reality it was a people suffering under a situation that didn’t differ at all from that of the exploited in the Third World, in Asia, Africa and Latin America, only that for North American Blacks this was happening shamefully inside the richest society of the world capitalist system, and of the whole known social universe.

At the same time, Malcolm X takes on pointing out the strong link existing between Blacks in the U.S. and Blacks in Africa, the continent from which the slaves were brought to North America. This underlined a close relationship between the ways the Blacks in Africa and in the United States were treated.

Because of this, according to Malcolm X, civil rights weren’t an adequate or real platform for the struggle of U.S. Blacks to win their demands, since they were limited to the national plane. This implied that the natural allies of North American Blacks stayed on the margins; something very convenient for the North American white exploiting elites.

Because of this, Malcolm X considered that the struggle of North American Blacks should be focused on the basis of human rights, because these had a more universal character, as well as the advantage of connecting the United States Black struggle with that of all the exploited at the world level. Thus it also offered a platform that permitted projecting internal battles into the debates on international stages like the United Nations Organization. While Civil Rights confined the struggle to the national plane, that is, inside the framework of North American sovereignty, reducing everything to an internal scenario where the North American oligarchy could get out of an international debate on exploitation and discrimination, besides controlling and limiting it to a purely domestic question. Like the Democratic Party always tried to do.

Such political clarity in Malcolm X’s approach concerning the framework in which to develop the Black struggle raised it to the stage of the anti-imperialist struggle, because it was solidly linked to the struggle of all the world’s exploited peoples, as well as to the complex aspect of understanding the existence of a common enemy, only differentiated by the different national masks it wears..

This was also to take the struggle to the level of necessary international solidarity between those directly exploited by their native oligarchies, which are nothing but subordinate classes of the international-trans-national oligarchy, inside of which the U.S. bourgeois monopoly class is the most powerful, best articulated and connected at world level. From this perspective, the exploitation and discrimination suffered by Blacks in the United States comes as an indirect result of U.S. imperialist action.

As well, such an approach offered the objective, practical and theoretical basis that allowed responding to the essence of a struggle that, all in all, must be global, although it takes place at a national level.

These ideas convert Malcolm X into a world leader of the anti-imperialist struggle. So he can’t be labelled only a leader of North American Black people. The truth is Malcolm perceived very early that keeping the Black struggle within the Civil Rights framework could only benefit North American white exploiting elites, who had early devised and put into practice a model of assimilation of the Black struggle into the dynamics of U.S. capitalism. Just as they’re doing now, faced with the reality that Hispanics are becoming the largest minority in North America.

These reasons allow us to affirm as well that the demands achieved by Blacks, as a result of their struggle for civil rights – neither few, nor unimportant – can’t be deeply understood if they’re not also seen as the high price the white elite was forced to pay in order to “calm down” Blacks and succeed in involving them in the economic and political machinery of capitalism in the United States.

When analyzing the matter of current poverty within that society we see clear evidence that the Civil Rights struggle did not mean a significant, essential change in the situation of Blacks in the U.S.

The United States is the richest society in the world, although the one having the most concentration of wealth and, as a consequence, the worst distribution.

Thus, the wealthiest 10% of the North American population owns 81.8% of real estate wealth, 81.2% of stock shares, and 88.0% of bonds. (Legt Business Observer, No. 72,,USA, April 1996, p.5 ).

But the situation becomes even worse when we know that only 1% of the U.S. population owns 60% of the shares and 40% of the total wealth. (The Ecology of Commerce, New York, Harper Business, 1993 ).

Then let’s look at some considerations, more particularly and closely related to the topic of “race”.

More than in any other developed capitalist society, poverty in the United States is clearly identified with a power structure, supported by various pillars of social, cultural and racial stratification formed from colonial times up to the definitive establishment of capitalism within North American society, and that have not been able to be overcome. In North American society there is a social structure in which, in general terms, “race”, class, social status and level of poverty are structurally linked:

Theoretically, it is possible for everyone to rise up the social scale, but, in practice, belonging to an ethnic group tends to equal social class.

We don’t want to expand on this, but there are statistics showing that beyond the problems of employment, health and education, other indicators going from levels of access to education, health, home ownership and justice enforcement, just to mention a few, work completely against the great mass of North American Blacks.

More recently, George Bush’s (son) administration has given eloquent examples of the measure in which the black population might be among its priorities. Just to mention three aspects:

• The total oblivion for the racial program, “Only One America for the 21st Century”, launched by William Clinton:

• Hurricane Katrina, that mainly devastated New Orleans, has left an insurmountable mark amid the lack of attention paid by the Bush administration.

• The Katrina tragedy, the most dramatic event lived by North American society in the latest 60 years, is not even mentioned in the 2006 State of the Nation Report.

The fact that Malcolm X’s strategy was crushed by his assassination has had disastrous consequences for Blacks in the U.S. The opportunity was lost, and today there are not Black leaders able to change the situation. The Black population has been definitely absorbed by the dynamics of capitalism, and there exists very little or almost nothing allowing a return to Malcolm X’s clear idea that the North American Black population could strengthen itself as an integrated community, to struggle for its place within North American society, achieving something more than being absorbed and becoming an instrument for “Black capitalism”, fragmented by the crumbs of social participation that Blacks have achieved through “Affirmative Action”, itself strongly questioned in recent years under attack as “reverse racism”.

Blacks have lost their strength as community; they have been used as one more sector dancing to the rhythm of music played and directed by the white trans-national oligarchy. Their only chance now would be to join a context of struggle, where many are unaware of the specific aspects of the structural inferiority Blacks are kept in within U.S. capitalist society.

Malcolm X with Maya Angelou in Ghana 1964

Inside a society with a political system hegemonically ruled by two parties, fragmented trade unions, and left parties without real possibilities of taking part in the electoral game, Blacks, as a social sector, in the huge majority, have no chance to increase their place within the North American social structure.

Malcolm X’s assassination was the result of a group of situations acting as a system, to eliminate a person who had become a real danger for the ruling white oligarchy’s interests from public life in North American society. The specific reasons justifying his physical liquidation are linked to the following aspects:

• Only 39 when he was murdered, he had become an unquestionable Black leader, both in the United States as well as at world level.

• His “black nationalism” strategy constituted a platform which independently mobilized the North American Black community, relying on their own forces, and not letting themselves be towed by capitalism dynamics.

• The international approach and solidarity with the revolutionary movement in Asia, Africa and Latin America, which stamped the strategy, made North American Black people a working unit in the anti-imperialist struggle at world level.

• He had broken with the Nation of Islam – not only over political, but ethical disagreements, which seriously affected the action and leadership of that organization. Then he founded organizations that turned out to be very efficient in the objectives they pursued: the Muslim Mosque and the OAAU, which represented a competition weighing heavily against the Nation of Islam.

• He advocated that the United States should be understood as a corrupt, exploiting, immoral society, which maintained an economic and political system that always ranked Black people as second and third rate citizens.

The truth is that Malcolm X was a much more dangerous leader than Martin Luther King. The latter, despite his honesty, his true dedication to the Civil Rights cause and his desire to benefit Blacks, had remained enrolled in the mechanics of the system, and in the end became exploited by purposes that weren’t those that had originally inspired him, although this didn’t save his life. Martin Luther King was a person too honest to betray his ideals, he was a honest and unyielding fighter for his people’s rights, but he wasn’t a revolutionary leader as such.

The 1954 Bandung Conference and the founding of the OAU (Organization of African Unity), the latter without doubt the most prestigious international organization of the African continent, strongly inspired Malcolm X.

But, as Malcolm X expressed, the most important thing is “…the motto of Afro-American Unity is by any means necessary. We don’t believe in fighting a battle in which… our oppressors are going to make the rules. We don’t believe we can win a battle where those who exploit us dictate the rules. We don’t believe we can keep on struggling trying to win the affection of those who have been oppressing and exploiting us for so long.” (p. 200).

From being almost non citizens, because Blacks had no right to vote, were not admitted to universities, they couldn’t join the Army, they were scarcely hired in industry, they moved forward to second rate citizens.

As a result of all this, the truth is today there is not a Black movement in the United States even similar to that of the 1960′s. Neither does there exist a Black political leadership able to attract Blacks nationwide to a broad struggle for their demands. Almost all the current black leaders are cogs in the North American political system.

Notwithstanding, other considerations aside, the plain truth is that Malcolm X, both by his political clarity and his theoretical consistence, as well as for the justice of his actions and aspirations, more than as a leader of the Black struggle in the United States, has been acknowledged as one of the strategists of the revolutionary struggle against imperialism at the world level. So his ideas and the battles he fought are still a considerable source of experience for the Black struggle in the United States, and for all the world’s exploited peoples.


Esteban Morales Domínguez, Dr. of Sciences
Centro de Estudios sobre los Estados Unidos (CESEU)
Centre of Studies of the United States of America (CESEU)
University of Havana. July 16, 2007

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AN AMERICAN EXILE

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Over winter break this year I was able to go on a two week study abroad writing class to Havana, Cuba. While I was there I was introduced to Nehanda Abiodun, currently living in Cuba under political asylum. After meeting briefly I asked to do an interview and the next day found myself in  on the outskirts of East Havana with just my photographer and a backpack filled with notebooks and cameras. Sitting for three hours in the bright Cuban sun with Nehanda was an unforgettable part of the trip but the story of how she got there in the first place is even more intriguing.

The Revolution Will (Literally) Not Be Televised

By Jake Krzeczowski

Track 1: “And now I’m like a major threat, Cause I remind you of the things you were made to forget” – 2Pac

Somewhere in the U.S., 1989

The monotonous tone of helicopter blades chopping at the brisk late afternoon air snapped her suddenly from intense concentration; “Ok, what will it be?” Nehanda Abiodun stood before her open closet, carefully investigating its contents as the walls closed in from all sides. Knowing full well that her spot on America’s Most Wanted list would warrant a parade of her image across TV stations and newspapers should she be captured, she took her time deciding precisely what to wear. “Something that won’t get dirty easily, something that won’t wrinkle,” she thought to herself, carefully fingering through the hangers. Sirens sounded in the distance.

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Havana, Cuba – 2012

Sitting on the creaky red bench attached to one of two tables at Los Pollos, a state-owned fast food chicken bodega in the cluttered public housing section of Havana, Cuba known to us as La Bahia I began to wonder if she would actually show up. Popping a chicken croqueta in my mouth and washing it down with an orange soda I saw her approaching from across the street, trading pleasantries with seemingly everyone who walked by.

Pulling herself away from the crowd Abiodun approached my photographer Louis and myself, wrapping us into a hug that seemed meant for an old friend. Puzzled looks followed her as she embraced the two tank-topped pale Americans. Grabbing three Bucaneros from the bodega, she sat down doling out the take, “Let’s do this,” she said with a crack of the can, a smile crossing her face.

“Besos.”

Nehanda Abiodun, previously known as Cherie Dalton, holds a degree from Columbia University and a host of 32 felonies against her in America. She was third on the FBI Most Wanted list during her heydey in the late 70s for her involvement in the Lincoln Detoxification Center, a drug rehabilitation complex with a revolutionary message. Whether they are all warranted is up for debate. What isn’t however is the revolutionary spirit of the movement that she and her comrades were a part of.

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Track 2: “Give the crack to the kids who the hell cares? One less hungry mouth on the welfare.” – 2pac

The phone rang, another interruption in her decision-making process. Carefully, she picked up the receiver without saying a thing. The voice from the other end informed her that police had set up road blocks around her neighborhood, were handing out photos of her asking for information. Muttering a quick thank you, Nehanda put the receiver back.

They were close; moving in.

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Three decades ago, at age 30, Abiodun had had enough with community work. Seeing little positive results from her work within the system, along with the killing of a young boy by police in her neighborhood she felt compelled to do more.

“I felt I had to do everything I could to stop things like that from happening,” Abiodun said. “That’s when I decided to go about a more revolutionary path of bringing about human rights and the ending of ‘badisms’ that exist in the United States.”

To be a patient at Lincoln Detox and Acupuncture Clinic you had to take political education classes, do community work,” Abiodun said. “Doing community work, you were no longer a parasite on your community, you’re giving something back and getting a different outlook on yourself”

New York Comptroller Ed Koch, who would later go on to be Mayor and other members of the government had been keeping a keen eye on the center and it’s revolutionary ideals eventually closing Lincoln with a raid of nearly 100 NYPD officers and SWAT team members. The raid occurred at night, with only five or six attendants on duty, none of whom were Abiodun.

Lincoln was overseen by revolutionaries  like Mutulu Shakur and had loose ties to a string of Brink’s truck heists during which several police officers and security guards were harmed or killed. The attempted heists resulted in the jailing of several members of the group, also connected to the Black Liberation Army (BLA).

Stemming from the closing of the center, the attempted heists and the liberation of Assata Shakur in 1979, Abiodun was facing several charges under the Rico Conspiracy Act which deals with being a part of illegal organization for personal gain and had previously only been used in mob cases. She was also implicated in the escape of Assata.

“They say I and others were involved in expropriations of armored trucks, that we were also engaged in the ‘liberation’ of Assata,” Abiodun said. “Personally they say I was involved in the expropriations and aiding and abetting Assata’s liberation.”

The 32 felonies levied against Abiodun, likely a life sentence if tried, are the most of anyone involved in the liberations and “revolutionary” work.

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Track 3: The war on drugs is a war on you and me, And yet they say this is the Home of The Free. – 2Pac

It had been eight years since skipping town on the grand jury. Eight years of living out of the public’s eye throughout America and it had come to this. Taking a deep breath she grabbed a pair of dark pants, black shirt and grey sweater. As sirens sounded in the distance, she dressed in a hurry; took a moment to smooth things over in the mirror and soaked in what very well could be her last moments of freedom.

As she put the car into gear and rolled out of the driveway, reversing to the street, she glanced in the rearview mirror, “Here we go,” she said to herself. Dropping the gear from R to D, the car jumped and she turned the corner out of her neighborhood for the last time.

It wasn’t long before what her friend had told her on the phone became reality. Sitting in a long line of cars, she peeked around those in front of her where she saw the black and white of police cars, officers stopping each vehicle with a document in their hands. With a car in front and behind her, a barricade ahead, Nehanda had nowhere to go; slowly inching toward fate.

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After the breakup of Lincoln and the subsequent backlash that followed the failed attempt on a Brink’s truck, Nehanda skipped town describing it as “underground”. With a legitimate ID, a job and a home she was well within the reach of American forces but she managed to stay out of their way, for awhile.

She had been called by a Grand Jury to testify against Mutulu, but she refused and went into hiding believing the charges against her and others were bogus.

“At the first trial there was a ledger for all the money that was liberated, robbed, whatever went to do what?” Abiodun said. “To build the clinic, to finance a camp for kids, to help kids with college money. I still have people asking me ‘what happened to the $4.5 million, there must be a stash.’ Well if there is, no one’s told me.”

Speaking to Nehanda about the decades that followed is difficult, highlighted by half sentences, pauses and smiles followed by reminders not to talk about certain things. For obvious reasons, Abiodun is conservative about what she says and does. After all, she spent eight years underground across America. Helped by those sympathetic in the struggle she managed to maintain a semblance of a real life with her children still in New York.

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Track 4: “And even to this day they try to get to her, But she’s free with political asylum in Cuba” – Common

As the officer approached her mouth went dry and she swallowed hard to clear her throat, thinking about the hectic schedule of the next couple of days would hold if she were recognized. A rapping on the window broke her reverie, bringing her back to the present. An officer stood outside her window, a similar bored look on his face. She rolled the window down slowly.

“Hello ma’am,” the officer said from behind thick black aviator sunglasses. “Have you seen this woman?”

She reached out and met the officer’s hand at the window,flipping the photo over over in her grip.

Nehanda had expected to see the picture, she had seen it almost everywhere for the better part of a decade: newspapers, magazines; repeatedly on television. This time though, tracing the photo quickly with her eyes she hardly recognized the woman she held in her hands in black and white. She followed the smile on her face to the dread-locked black hair she now wore up in a hat. The photo had been snapped a lifetime ago.

“Never seen her” she said, handing the picture back hoping he wouldn’t notice.

He didn’t.

Feeling herself slowly breathing again she passed by the cars and wooden blockades that made up the stop under the watchful eyes of the other officers before turning the corner and hitting the highway. It was late 1990. A couple months later she would arrive on the shores of Havana, Cuba; leaving the U.S. for good.
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If Abiodun thought she had seen struggle in America, her arrival in 1991 in Havana was sure to open her eyes up to more. When asked how she got there she says matter of factly, “I didn’t walk on water.” The year marked the beginning of what Fidel Castro called “the special period” in Cuban history. Following the fall of the Soviet Union the country went through a time of intense economic collapse, felt most harshly by the people. It was normal for condoms to be shredded to mask a lack of cheese on pizzas.

“During the special period, people were just so united. If I had something and you needed it there was no questions of sharing it and vice versa,” she said. “I got used to holding on to things because you never knew when you might need it.”

She had arrived on the island fresh from her own revolution and eager to continue her support from abroad. The Cuban government granting her political asylum, however, had other plans. They ordered her to stop, to relax, allowing Nehanda the first semblance of peace she had felt in almost a decade of living underground.

“I’m really, really grateful to (the Cuban government) for insisting that I take a rest because I had spent eight years underground and even though I thought I was normal, I wasn’t. It had psychological repercussions, being underground all that time.”

Abiodun speaks of the pain she felt leaving her children behind initially, not being able to see friends or family members and a pesky habit of waking up in the middle of the night.

Life outside of the United States hasn’t been easy. Cuba, the only country listed as “self-sustaining” by the World Wildlife Foundation has it’s downsides. While she is appreciative of everything the people and government have done for her, there are times she feels it weighing on her.

“I’m comfortable,” Abiodun said. “I feel safe here. I have stress but it’s not the same stress if I was back in New York right now. I don’t worry about being put out of my house, about not eating.”

Politics now on the backburner, Abiodun had a chance to try something new. She began working in communities throughout Havana, blending into her community, picking up spanish word by word. It wasn’t long before her reputation preceded her and she was sought out.

Those looking for Abiodun however weren’t FBI operatives or military officials, but young hip-hop acts in Cuba looking for insight to the turbulent sixties and seventies in America; they wanted to hear about the struggle.

“I’m spoiled,” Abiodun said. “The youth that I see for the most part are very progressive, politically aware, involved in some sort of movement.”

The genre of hip-hop, mascaraded in America with showers of dollar bills, platinum grills and twenty-inch rims has taken on a different role in the land of socialism. It is a political tool of sorts in a country where there are few. Lyrics often work as a commentary on the government, confronting, within bounds, the issues they face.

Before long, Nehanda was tending to groups of Cuban rappers, often nearly a dozen at a time sitting on the floor of her apartment, looking to her for inspiration that is impossible to ignore when she speaks of listening to Malcolm X live or standing on protest lines at the age of ten.

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Track 5: “In case you don’t know, I ride for Mutulu like I ride for Geronimo” – 2pac

During her time in New York during her community and revolutionary work there she came to be friends with a woman named Afeni Shakur, future member of famed American rap artist Tupac Shakur. For the first thirteen years of his life Tupac grew up playing and spending time with Nehanda’s children.

“Tupac was a year older than my son, but they played together like most kids that age.”

Abiodun was among those who impressed a revolutionary, socially aware spirit on the young Tupac Shakur was first impressed upon him. That politically aware mindset has carried over to her teachings amongst the Cuban hip-hop youth. Many come to hear the teachings she learned through time spent with the likes of Mutulu and Assata and the do it yourself mindset of their resistance to perceived biases around them.

She was first introduced to the hip-hop community by Dana Kaplan, then a young American college student studying at the University of Havana.

“While I was there I kept getting all these questions about the civil rights movement and racial justice issues in the U.S.,” Kaplan said. “Nehanda has a great historical perspective, I made sure they could have direct access to her, eventually she was hosting discussion groups in her apartment.”

Around the turn of the millennium the Cuban government declared hip-hop “an authentic expression of Cuban Culture,” and Fidel Castro called it “the vanguard of the Revolution.” The art form had jumped American borders and the locals were hungry.

Abiodun obliged,  bringing the Black August Hip Hop festival to Havana in 1999 along with the Malcolm X Grassroots Movement of the U.S. The festival has hosted the likes of Mos Def, Common and The Roots. Today Black August is one of the most important hip-hop organizations in the country.

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Track 6: “It ain’t easy, being me. Will I see the penitentiary or will I stay free” – 2pac

Life in Cuba isn’t perfect. While citizens don’t worry for basic necessities, luxuries are seldom. The government is nearing a change as the Castro brothers age every day and it is the Cuban hip-hop groups that have increasingly looked to be the voice of the youth.

Since she was ten years old Nehanda Abiodun has sought to stand up for the change she feels is right for the world. She has sacrificed her family and her freedom but the only thing she regrets is not having done things a bit smarter. She is at peace with her life but of course would jump at the chance to return to America without jail time.

Whether she is lending her teachings to the young people of Cuba or fighting for equality in “The Land of the Free,” Abiodun has never stopped pushing for what she believes in as others forced her to adapt.

“When I meet my ancestors I want to be able to look them in the eye and say ‘yes I made a lot of mistakes, but I tried my best. That’s what I really want.”

By Jake Krzeczowski

(scenes in italics early on are not necessarily how things happened)

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Justice for all? Ask Leonard Peltier

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Justice for all? Mmmm, I doubt it. Everyone is talking these days about the vigilante that shot Trayvon Martin in Florida. But there’s Leonard Peltier, the American Indian in jail for a murder he may not have committed.

Peltier, a Lakota Indian, was found guilty in 1977 of the murder of two FBI agents during a shootout in the Pine Ridge Reservation in Oglala, South Dakota, in 1975.

The trial was riddled with irregularities. Three witnesses that initially pointed to Peltier near the shootout site, later recanted. And the bullet case found near where the bodies laid, was never connected to Peltier’s rifle.

Neverthless, Peltier has been rotting in a prison cell, in poor health and with no possibility of a hearing parole until 2024. The government needed a guilty verdict for the murders and Peltier, an activist and member of the American Indian Movement (AIM), seemed the right person.

The seventies were turbulent years for Indians in this country. A 71-day standoff between the FBI and dozens of Indians in 1973 in Wounded Knee in South Dakota, left numerous dead and strained the relationship between Indians and the Bureau of Indian Affairs (BIA).

The violence then spread to the Pine Ridge Reservation were it is estimated that more than 50 people were killed in the next two years by paramilitary groups inside the reserve, lead by the notorious tribal member Richard Wilson.

On June 26, 1975, two FBI agents, Jack Coler and Ronald Williams, entered the Pine Ridge Reservation looking for an Indian accused of robbing in a nearby farm. The agents crossed paths with a red pickup truck whose occupants stared firing at them. Minutes later, both agents laid on the ground dead. The unknown shooters took off.

Peltier was at Pine Ridge, where he was trying to calm things down as violence spread by the ‘Goons’ (the paramilitary group) was leaving a bloody trail. Peltier was there as a representative of AIM.

In a couple of hours, dozens of FBI agents stormed the reserve and a manhunt began. Peltier ran away because he was being sought after by the FBI in connection with a murder in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, years ago. He was afraid of being caught.

Peltier and some other men traveled through various states and ended up hiding in the province of Alberta, Canada. Finally, in February of 1976, he was apprehended and extradited to the United States where he was charged for the murders of Coler and Williams.

The trial was full of irregularities. The three witnesses that pointed that Peltier was seen at the site of the shootout later recanted and confessed that they were coerced by the FBI to incriminate Peltier.

A ballistic expert said during the trial that a bullet case found near the agent’s bodies was fired from Peltier¿s rifle but a few years later, when the records were made public thanks to a FOIA request, it was known that the expert was not able at the end to connect the bullet case to Peltier’s rifle, finding that was hidden from the jury.

These are just but a few of the inconsistencies and irregularities that riddled the case against Leonard Peltier.

Today, Peltier, 67 years old, is locked up in a prison cell at the Coleman Federal Correction Complex in Florida. He could be free in 2040. His next parole hearing would not happen until before 2024.

During his years behind bars, Peltier has become a symbol of the struggle for American Indians. His case attracted the attention of world leaders, like Nelson Mandela and Desmond Tutu, who requested his immediate release. Amnesty International has put his name in the list of ¿political prisoners¿ and has also requested his release.

The story of Leonard Peltier was at the center of a documentary directed by Michael Apted and produced and narrated by Robert Redford, “An Inciden at Oglala” (1992), which won numerous awards.

According to the 2010 Census, there are about 5.2 million American Indians in the US, about 1.7% of the total population.

Source: EDUARDO ORBEA
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NYC, Sat. 5/19: Annual Pilgrimage to Malcolm X Gravesite


The Malcolm X Commemoration Committee
with the OAAU & the Sons & Daughters of Afrika
observe the 87th Anniversary
of the BIRTH of our BELOVED
MALCOLM X!
on SATURDAY, MAY 19th, 2012
Join us for the Annual Pilgrimage to Malcolm’s Gravesite!
pic of Malcolm X
Assemble @ the Harlem State Office Bldg
125th St. & Adam Clayton Powell Blvd @ 9AM
Caravan/Buses Depart @ 1Oam SHARP
for FERNCLIFF Cemetery in Ardsley, NY
DONATION: $9 Adults; $5 Children; Group Rates Available
For more info: Call 718-512-5008 • mxcc519@verizon.net

The Annual Pilgrimage to Malcolm’s gravesite was conceived by the late
Ella Little-Collins, Malcolm’s sister. It has been observed every year since 1966.
The Malcolm X Commemoration Committee joined the Pilgrimage in 1993, and since
that time, has expanded community participation by more than double. In 2000, Baba James Small, who with the Sons & Daughters of Afrika has overseen almost every Pilgrimage since its inception, invited the New Black Panther Party to serve as the ceremony’s ‘Honor Guard’.

To download a flyer, click here!

  FREE THE LAND!
  Let’s “Pick up the Work” to Educate, Agitate & Organize to Free our Political Prisoners &
  Prisoners of War
  Malcolm X Commemoration Committee
  déqui kioni-sadiki & Mani Gilyard, co-chairs
“What you and I need to do is learn to forget our differences…We have a common oppressor,
a common exploiter, and a common discriminator…. once we all realize that we have
a common enemy, then we unite on the basis of what we have in common.”
 — Malcolm X  “Message to the Grass Roots”

Queen Nzinga Mbande

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[1583 – December 17, 1663]
Queen Nzingha was born to Ngola (King) Kiluanji and Kangela in 1583. According to tradition, she was named Nzingha because her umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck (the Kimbundu verb kujinga meanz to twist or turn). It was said to be an indication that the person who had this characteristic would be proud and haughty, and a wise woman told her mother that Nzingha will become queen one day. According to her recollectionz later in life, she was greatly favored by her father, who allowed her to witness as he governed his kingdom, and who carried her with him to war. She also had a brother, Mbandi and two sisterz Kifunji and Mukambu. She lived during a period when the Atlantic slave trade and the consolidation of power by the Portuguese in the region were growing rapidly.

In the 16th century, the Portuguese position in the slave trade was threatened by England and France. As a result, the Portuguese shifted their slave-trading activities to The Congo and South West Africa. Mistaking the title of the ruler (ngola) for the name of the country, the Portuguese called the land of the Mbundu people “Angola”—the name by which it is still known today.

Nzinga first appearz in historical recordz as the envoy of her brother, the ngiolssa Ngola Mbande, at a peace conference with the Portuguese governor João Correia de Sousa in Luanda in 1599.

The immediate cause of her embassy was her brotherz attempt to get the Portuguese to withdraw the fortress of Ambaca that had been built on his land in 1618 by the Governor Mendes de Vasconcelos, to have some of his subjects [semi-servile groups called kijiko (plural ijiko) in Kimbundu and sometymz called slaves in Portuguese] who had been taken captive during Governor Mendes de Vasconcelos’ campaignz (1617–21) returned and to persuade the governor to stop the marauding of Imbangala mercenaries in Portuguese service. Nzinga’s efforts were successful. The governor, João Correia de Sousa, never gained the advantage at the meeting and agreed to her termz, which resulted in a treaty on equal termz. One important point of disagreement was the question of whether Ndongo surrendered to Portugal and accepted vassalage status. A famous story sayz that in her meeting with the Portuguese governor, João Correia de Sousa did not offer a chair to sit on during the negotiationz, and, instead, had placed a floor mat for her to sit, which in Mbundu custom was appropriate only for subordinates. The scene was imaginatively reconstructed by the Italian priest Cavazzi and printed as an engraving in his book of 1687. Not willing to accept this degradation she ordered one of her servants to get down on the ground and sat on the servant’s back during negotiationz. By doing this, she asserted her status was equal to the governor, proving her worth as a brave and confident individual.

Nzinga converted to Christianity, possibly in order to strengthen the peace treaty with the Portuguese, and adopted the name Dona Anna de Sousa in honour of the governorz wife when she was baptised, who was also her godmother. She sometymz used this name in her correspondence (or just Anna). The Portuguese never honoured the treaty however, neither withdrawing Ambaca, nor returning the subjects, who they held were slaves captured in war, and they were unable to restrain the Imbangala. Nzinga’s brother committed suicide following this diplomatic impasse, convinced that he would never have been able to recover what he had lost in the war. Rumorz were also said that Nzinga had actually poisoned him, and this was repeated by the Portuguese as groundz for not honoring her right to succeed her brother.

Nzinga assumed control as regent of his young son,Kaza, who was then residing with the Imbangala. Nzinga sent to have the boy in her charge. The son returned, who she is alleged to have killed for his impudence. She then assumed the powers of ruling in Ndongo. In her correspondence in 1624 she fancifully styled herself “Lady of Andongo” (senhora de Andongo), but in a letter of 1626 she now called herself “Queen of Andongo” (rainha de Andongo), a title which she bore from then on.

In 1641, the Dutch, working in alliance with the Kingdom of Kongo, seized Luanda. Nzinga soon sent them an embassy and concluded an alliance with them against the Portuguese who continued to occupy the inland parts of their colony of males with their main headquarterz at the town of Masangano. Hoping to recover lost landz with Dutch help, she moved her capital to Kavanga in the northern part of Ndongo’s former domainz.

In 1644 she defeated the Portuguese army at Ngoleme, but was unable to follow up. Then, in 1646, she was defeated by the Portuguese at Kavanga and, in the process, her other sister was captured, along with her archives, which revealed her alliance with Kongo. These archives also showed that her captive sister had been in secret correspondence with Nzinga and had revealed coveted Portuguese planz to her. As a result of the woman’s spying, the Portuguese reputedly drowned the sister in the Kwanza River. However, another account states that the sister managed to escape, and ran away to modern-day Namibia.

The Dutch in Luanda now sent Nzinga reinforcements, and with their help, Nzinga routed a Portuguese army in 1647. Nzinga then laid siege to the Portuguese capital of Masangano. The Portuguese recaptured Luanda with a Brazilian-based assault led by Salvador Correia de Sá, and in 1648, Nzinga retreated to Matamba and continued to resist Portugal. She resisted the Portuguese well into her sixties, personally leading troops into battle.

In 1657, weary from the long struggle, Nzinga signed a peace treaty with Portugal. After the warz with Portugal ended, she attempted to rebuild her nation, which had been seriously damaged by yearz of conflict and over-farming. She was anxious that Njinga Mona’s Imbangala not succeed her as ruler of the combined kingdom of Ndongo and Matamba, and inserted language in the treaty that bound Portugal to assist her family to retain power. Lacking a son to succeed her, she tried to vest power in the Ngola Kanini family and arranged for her sister to marry João Guterres Ngola Kanini and to succeed her.

This marriage, however, was not allowed, as priests maintained that João had a wife in Ambaca. She returned to the Christian church to distance herself ideologically from the Imbangala, and took a Kongo priest Calisto Zelotes dos Reis Magros as her personal confessor. She permitted Capuchin missionaries, first Antonio da Gaeta and the Giovanni Antonio Cavazzi da Montecuccolo to preach to her people. Both wrote lengthy accounts of her life, kingdom, and strong will. She devoted her efforts to resettling former slaves and allowing women to bear children.

Despite numerous efforts to dethrone her, especially by Kasanje, whose Imbangala band settled to her south, Nzinga would die a peaceful death at age eighty on December 17, 1663 in Matamba. Matamba went though a civil war in her absence, but Francisco Guterres Ngola Kanini eventually carried on the royal line in the kingdom. Her death accelerated the Portuguese occupation of the interior of South West Africa, fueled by the massive expansion of the Portuguese slave trade. Portugal would not have control of the interior until the 20th century.

Today, she is remembered in Angola for her political and diplomatic acumen, great wit and intelligence, as well as her brilliant military tactics. In time, Portugal and most of Europe would come to respect her. A major street in Luanda is named after her, and a statue of her was placed in Kinaxixi on an impressive square. Angolan women are often married near the statue, especially on Thursdays and Fridays.

Nzinga has many variationz on her name and, in some cases, is even known by completely different names, because of the multiple aliases she used in correspondence with the Portuguese. These names include (but are not limited to): Queen Nzinga, Nzinga I, Queen Nzinga Mdongo, Nzinga Mbandi, Nzinga Mbande, Jinga, Singa, Zhinga, Ginga, Njinga, Njingha, Ana Nzinga, Ngola Nzinga, Nzinga of Matamba, Queen Nzinga of Ndongo, Zinga, Zingua, Ann Nzinga, Nxingha, Mbande Ana Nzinga, Ann Nzinga, Anna de Sousa, and Dona Ana de Sousa.

In current Kimbundu language, her name should be spelled Njinga, with the second letter being a soft “j” as the letter is pronounced in French and Portuguese. She wrote her name in several letters as “Ginga”. The statue of Njinga now standing in the square of Kinaxixi in Luanda calls her “Mwene Njinga Mbande”.

This beautiful woman was a warrior queen that opposed slavery and all the sell out blacks who supported the Portugese. We suggest more research on her during the 1500-1600′s when Portugal set off the slave trade. Some of her own family was in the slave trade but for the righteous path of her people she chose principle over family. This is why the men fought for her because she was uncompromising for our freedom.