The Funke Wisdom of Chocolate Cities

By Mary F. Corey  A Review of Chocolate Cities: the Black Map of American Life by Marcus A. Hunter & Zandria F. Robinson, University of California Press Mathematically it all adds up All people are equal, but equal to what? Once you understand there’s a spiritual math Add soul to the science and subtract the riff–raff Knowledge ain’t enough, you need funke funke wisdom —Kool Moe Dee, Funke Wisdom (1991)    Imagine a giant map of the United States with just two words inscribed across it: THE SOUTH. There are no blue states and no […]

Maskot #1: “They sure do love them some black pain.”

by PHILLIP B. WILLIAMS Tell us duh one bout dem chirren and duh bullets dey eat Tell us duh one bout dem roaches makin love to yo feet Tell us duh one bout yo grandmammy’s hands: callused and cookin, cansuh everywhere but her hands Tell us bout her mouf too: “Oh Lawdy Jesus” “Wrench around…” “Bout […]

43 Yearz & Still In

by Herman Bell 43 YEARS AND STILL IN I’ve lived in this cell longer than I’ve lived on the streets.  Its metal locker where I keep my food from the mice, the toilet and face bowl, the bed, the floor, the cell bars and metal clothes rack all have come to know some part of […]

the White Man’z guilt

  James Baldwin, “Unnameable Objects, Unspeakable Crimes” I HAVE OFTEN WONDERED, AND IT IS NOT A PLEASANT wonder, just what white Americans talk about with one another. I wonder this because they do not, after all, seem to find very much to say to me, and I concluded long ago that they found the color […]

From a Pennsylvania prison: The torture chair

By Sehu Kessa Saa Tabansi Dec. 26 — Power to the people! Since this has been the holiday season of consumer shopping frenzies and enlarged corporate profiteering, I thought it would only be fitting to offer a present of my own to the millions of workers out there who rarely get a glance inside the […]

The other death sentence: Deliberate indifference at Corcoran SHU

August 28, 2015 by Kambui Nantambu Jamaa and Joka Heshima Jinsai “Do no harm.” – Hippocratic Oath “Being in physical distress locked in a cell turns into a truly terrifying experience when you can hear the cops banter with each other about you being a ‘crybaby’ … It’s especially terrifying when you are experiencing symptoms […]

New Poem by Jalil Muntaqim

PAIN The absence of Joy, void of contentment when feelings only feel loss, and ideas are absorbed in delusion. It speaks in monosyllables, if at all, in the tone of E-flat, neither screeching or beseeching, bleaching anguish from a wound discovered from the inside-out. Inside-out, outside bombarbed by racist radiation enveloping one’s being in a […]