Black August and the Epic Struggle to Free Mumia Abu Jamal!*
front and center with baba zayid
Wednesday, August 6, 2025
Black August and the Epic Struggle to Free Mumia Abu Jamal!*
Tuesday, July 15, 2025
NEWARK SAYS 'FAREWELL KAYLA SPIVEY': A 'STARLIGHT IN BROWN SKIN'
Newark Says Farewell to Beloved Teen
Kayla Spivey, A Starlight Wrapped in Brown Skin
by Zayid Muhammad*
Transcend
Worship Center Church, one of the largest in the county, was full yesterday. Upstairs
and downstairs. It was overwhelmingly
filled with a sea of the eyes and hearts
of Newark teens drowning in shock and grief as they all said goodbye to their
vibrant friend 16 year old Kayla Spivey who was tragically shot and
killed in a domestic violence incident on June 30th!
An
incredible and even more pointedly painful aspect of Kayla’s violent death was
that she was an active voice and presence in and out of several of the Newark
CVI (Community based Violence Intervention) programs, most recently the
Peacekeepers, a program that targets young people Kayla’s age and is itself a
full and vibrant program. Just as incredibly, it came at a time when the Newark
CVI ecosystem (network organizational, community and institutional support
systems) was developing a fresh new strategy to target the rise of domestic
violence.
Perhaps
Kayla’s mother, Jalisa Tutt, summed it up best as she wound down the
heartbreaking homegoing service when she asked desperately:
“How do
you protect a child from someone they love,” she cried out, overwhelmed with
the hurt of “betrayal.”
Kayla
was shot by someone she knew and loved on June 27th and passed away from her
wounds several days later.
Her suspected
assailant is now in police custody.
The
incident was also painfully reminiscent of another similar unforgettable incident,
the recent killing of Sanaa Amenhotep.Sanaa had been set up to be killed by
those who she loved, by those who she thought were her ‘friends.’ In Sanaa’s
case, she had actually gone missing compelling her father, pioneering
peacemaker Sharif Amenhotep to sojourn from New Jersey all the way to South
Carolina to shake up the southern community that Sanaa’s mother had relocated
to before the authorities ultimately found Sanaa.
Sanaa
was also only 16.
Among
those participating in the homegoing was Mayor Ras Baraka by video. Newark’s
Shani Baraka Women’s Center was named after the Mayor’s sister, who was killed
in a domestic violence incident. Rev
Patrick Counsel, Newark’s South Ward Councilman, gave a loaded prayer of
comfort. Newark chaplain and manager of the Community Safe Zone Hassans Kirby,
who ironically is leading the development of a Men Against Domestic Violence
group as a part of the domestic violence strategy, was not going to be
confined to scripture reading with his presence. Rev. Louise Rountree, the
forever busy Councilwoman at Large who was once a fixture of Newark’s legendary
Newark AntiViolence Coalition, presided.
Kayla’s
principal at Newark’s University High, Genique Flournoy Hamiltion told a number
of endearing stories capturing Kayla’s passionate magnetic personality and how
she admired how Kayla wanted to be seen for each accomplishment and effort she
made to improve herself and told how she was once particularly challenged to
walk Kayla to the bus stop one day concerned about Kayla’s well being.
“Where
are you going Principal Hamilton,” someone asked.
“I’m
going where I’m needed,” answered the caring educator.
“I’m
going with Kayla,” she finished pointedly.
Her
uncle, peacemaker Khalil Tutt, cofounder of New Direction, an important Newark
CVI program, hammered home a similar after Principal Hamilton.
“I pray
that this situation wakes us up,” he said pleadingly.
“We have
more Kaylas to protect,” he finished.
“I have
never been in a situation like this before,” admitted Shadee Dukes of New
Direction as he struggled for words to address his feelings.
“We will build a movement”
based on what happened to Kayla, said Deputy Mayor of Public Safety Keesha Eure.
“Kayla was more than a statistic,” she
emphasized and continued.
“She was
a starlight wrapped in brown skin.”
©2025 All Rights Reserved
*Zayid
Muhammad is the New Jersey Strategist for Equal Justice USA
Sunday, October 6, 2024
look for 'we' in the whirlwind!
Look for ’we’ in
the whirlwind
-to Blues for Huey, Hugh Masekela
(for the
December 12th Movement, Bilal Sunni Ali and the late Jessica Mbangeni*)
by
‘bro zayid’
“...Look for me
in the whirlwind...And with God’s grace, I shall come and
bring with me
countless millions of Black slaves who have died in
America and the West
Indies and the millions of Africa to aid you
in the fight for
liberty, freedom and life...”
Marcus Garvey, December
2, 1927
The
Ancestor has spoken
we’comin
we
comin
countless
millions countless millions
You
may not see it, or may not hear it,
but
know that u are feeling a surge of something eminent
deep
in your bones
look
for we in the whirlwind
we
comin we comin
With
Ogun’s slaughtering edge
we
comin
Yemaya
blue
Oshun
and Olokun true!
we
comin
Shango
sure
with
Oya’s blisterin awe
we
comin
encirclin
mumia
we
comin
So
sayeth the Ancestor
the
peacock poppin winged Ancestor
who
lifted all of our eyes with pride
hi
above the white man’s white supremecy lies
emerging
from that big sea
littered
with centuries of black bones
baptized
with boukman’s offering and sacrifice
denmark
determined
with
nat turner’s nerve
mutulu’s
magic
and
panther black leather swerve
we
comin
countless millions
countless millions
out
from sultry Black August heat
bold
and bad to our own insurgent beat
gallant
and gold holdin the flag hi
emerging
from that big sea
littered
with centuries of black bones
out
from the mtns where cecille had us conspire
out
from the swamps settin plantations on fire
out
from the sierra maestra teaching campesinos to unite
out
from those same mountains a sea peasants ready to fight
can’t
see it cant hear it
feelin
our imminent awe
look
for we in the whirlwind
we
comin
a
sea of black South African women burning pass books
marchin
down apartheids throat
a
sea of Mississippi black women
shutting
down atlantic city’s segregated boardwalks
with
fannie lou hamer at the point
with
safiya’s soul
with
huey’s heart
with
fred’s clarity
with
maroon’s ferocity
we
comin
o
yes we comin
out
of Black August’s sultry heat
cutlass
armed columns
marchin
to an insurgent beat...
with
baseball bats out from urban back alleys
with
ballots and with bullets and without any apologies
from
brooklyn to brixton
from
chi town to capetown
from
boston to buenos aires
from
harlem to havana
holdin
the flag high
furious
and fearless with pride
we
comin we comin
with
safiya’s soul
with
huey’s heart
with
fred’s clarity
with
maroon’s ferocity
carryin
emmitt till’s mutilated head
claimin
michael brown’s bloody body left on ferguson’s street dead
claimin
drew washington’s bullet shattered chest
certifyin
justin smith’s handcuffed spit in the face of tulsa pigs
turnin
white privilege on its racist head in harlem
turnin
watts into a wildfire of defiance
cant
see it cant hear it
feeling
our eminence raw
look
for we in the whirlwind
cause
we comin! we comin!
countless
millions countless millions
we
comin we comin
sealed
with david walker’s appeal
we
comin
with
bottles bricks and baseball bats
with
ballots and with bullets
with
jonathan as the jackal
and
capoeira cunning
takin
over slavers boats
with
a sea of black women
marching
down white supremecy’s throat
cant
see it cant hear it
look
for we in the whirlwind
look
for we in the whirlwind
we
comin we comin
countless
millions
we
comin we comin
with
safiya’s soul
with
huey’s heart
with
fred’s courageous clarity
with
maroon’s legendary ferocity
out
from mountains where cecille had us conspire
out
from swamps settin plantations on fire
with
columns of angry black ghosts
holding
the flag hi
with
baldwin’s love
and
with blood
in
we eyes!
“When you let
your enemy know that you will do anything
to get your
freedom, then you’ll get it...”
Malcolm X
*December
12th Movement, cherished Brooklyn based comrades, who know how to
shutdown the streets of New York! Beloved revolutionary Bilal Sunni Ali, who gave us a timemarking song 'Look for me in the Whirlwind'...Jessica Mbangeni, amazing young South
African praise poet and singer who died suddenly on August 31’24...
©2024 all rights reserved
Friday, September 20, 2024
March on our minds (for Cuba's nat'l art legend Alberto Lescay)
march on our minds
(for Cuba’s art legend Alberto Lescay)
by ‘bro zayid’
This is for Lescay!
Under this careening blue moon
At a time when fascistic forces
are dangerously roaming all over our fracking punctured earth
Seizing this critical crossroads moment
we humbly come to say to him
that we are grateful
for how he has raised so many of our eyes
and how he has shared our right
to claim such a tall view of our selves
and of our dignity
with so many around the world...
So humbly we come to say to this man
with the soil sweet eyes
with the bronze dipped tongue
but who speaks to us with fingers
armed with the beauty of the boundless human spirit
anchored and muscled with the soul
of our cimaron ancestors...
this great man whose vast body of work
and unapologetic radical intent
says to us so selflessly
‘toma de mi...’take from me
‘toma de mi...’take from me
as one of his most singular works so pointedly says...
‘toma de mi...‘take from me
‘toma de mi...’take from me
he says...
from every inch of his muscular cloud piercing monuments
from every detail of his unleasing of his volley of dreams
in liberating color...
from his honoring of maceo
of marti
of mother mariana...
to his abstract splashes drenching our eyes
with his fusion of our dreams, his dreams
and his dream seeding tall walk among us
bounding all of that together for a liberated future...
this great man whose art rises from the soil
like the machetes of the mambises,
may they march on our minds forever...
this great man whose works
have become architectural wonders
whose body of abstract expressionism
is a dance festival of shango shimmering
sweet strokes of thunder...
this great man of sheer chainbreaking art...
tall high peoples art
rising from the soil like mambisi machetes...
tall high unifying art
lifting our eyes way beyond pico turquino’s height
calling us to claim our liberated dreams...
we come to this man,
this great man whose vast odyssey of art
says to us so selflessly from his huge heart
‘toma de mi’ ... ‘take from me
‘toma de mi ... ‘take from me...
we come to this great man who has given us
so much so selflessly so consistently
for so long
to say to him
from the fullest places of our hearts
who he has claimed and cleansed over the art landscape
of marti’s america,
we come humbly to him now
to say to him in return
‘toma de nosotros ...’take from us!
‘toma de nosotros ...’take from us!!’...
take from us
our gratitude
take from us
our appreciation
take from us
our humble thanks...
here
now
take it
all of it with the boundless intent
that u have shown us...
here
now
take it
all of it
in return for u having given us
so much
for so long for so strong...
so we, together, may truly seize this moment
for the sake of this earth
and all of us who love her,
and allow for u to take this moment
and bathe in a love,
the people’s love
a love that will make your cherished earthen brown eyes
and your mountainous ancestrally armed fingers
and your heart weaving our hearts together,...
take it
take this moment
take this love
and dance, dance, dance!...
in layers and layers
of our love...
dance, dance, dance!
in layers and layers
of our rhythms
boundless, bold, free...
under this careening blue moon
defying fascism’s dangerous dirty walk
and climbing beyond capitalism’s draining bad breath,
with our arms around each other
and around this fracking punctured earth
we dance with u and we say to u
proudly and humbly
‘tomas de nosotros
‘tomas de nosotros
‘tomas de nosotros...
‘take from us
‘take from us
‘take from us...
and dance!...
©2024