Saturday, March 10, 2018

Harriet's Return:The Afrikanity of Women's History Month!


Harriet’s Return: The Afrikanity of Women’s History Month!

by ‘bro.zayid’

            Perspective is everything!

            Women’s History Month should be an amazing moment of engagement and enrichment for our people as should and once was so-called Black History Month…until the commercials came.

            Although Women’s History Month is considered the correct blowing up, or expansion of International Working Women’s Day (IWW Day, observed on March 8th) a day marked to the launching of the Women’s Liberation Movement in a context of the larger struggle to liberate ‘the working class’,  people of Afrikan origin have a perspective based on their global experience  that may sharpen that in ways other women, and we mean here white woman, who are not ready relinquish their handle on white privilege even in the context of a quest to liberate ‘the working class’, may not understand!

            Let us remember that our ancestors endured a colossal genocidal atrocity that has done more violence to women oppressed and exploited for their labor than any other oppressed paradigm in human history!

            My God they have not just been raped and bred…They have been raped and bred for centuries! Centuries!

            So I encourage our people to engage and embrace Women’s History Month whole and heavy because in spite of that colossal criminal violence perpetrated on our female ancestors, they managed somehow to continue to cradle our skies and even produce some of our greatest liberators!...

            Perhaps you have heard of Harriet Tubman!


            The military genius of the Underground Railroad, who risked her life, many times by herself, to go back into enemy territory numerous times to liberate others in bondage. In the end, she may have liberated nearly one thousand captive Afrikan people from bondage. (She rescued nearly 800 alone in the Combahee River Mission during the Civil War!)

            Harriet becomes an ancestor on March 10th, 1913 going into her 91st north amerikkkan winter 91st.

            So for many of Afrikan descent, the core date in Women’s History Month has not been March 8th, IWW Day. It has been March 10th! Based on the tortured yet brilliant legacy of Harriet, both a survivor and legendary combatant in that colossal criminal context of oppression!

            One of the proudest ceremonial moments in my life on my walk in the Panther tradition was when I was asked to go to the Association for the Study of Classical Afrikan Civilization’s Eastern Regional Retreat that they did at the Auburn, NY home of Harriet Tubman in 2002. I went, of course in full uniform. ( I was nat'l minister of culture and regional chief of staff of the New Black Panther Party at the time, and I had just finished calling out the first Black superintendent of the racist NJ State Police, Carson Dunbar, for calling for Assata's return and not calling out the seminal virulent racism within that arm of the state.) When it came for us to go her gravesite, I did what a soldier ought to do in that scenario…I saluted the incredible ancestor, militarily, and then I have to admit I went to a knee and brokedown!

            Several years later, the late great John Watusi Branch, a regal Black man and personal mentor whom I treasured and longtime unsung keeper of the culture at the underappreciated Afrikan Poetry Theatre in Jamaica Queens where I got my starts as both a poet and later as an actor, would usher in an another incredible moment, the reconnecting of Harriet’s surviving descendants back to her Afrikan origins in Ghana!  It had just been learned that Harriet’s grandmother, Modesty, was of the Ashanti in Ghana, a dimension still hardly acknowledged in treatment’s of her incredible audacious legacy to this day.


            Ah!  But there’s more to this story. At the time of ‘return to Harriet's Afrikan roots’, the Ashanti had just enstooled their first female chief! It was this chief who not only directed Harriet’s  family being properly being received by the Ashanti’s royal bearers, that chief also decided that Harriet would be bestowed with the honor of ‘Nana’ or Queen Mother, the first to receive such an honor posthumously!

            So let us please appreciate the now PanAfrikan dimensions of this  incredible ancestor’s legacy!

            Leaping ahead to this moment, just months ago, another regal comrade, a church-bred 'lady of grace' from Newark, NJ, educator activist Annette Alston just did a Harriet Tubman For Beginners! Annette right from the beginning captures the Afrikan beginnings of Harriet’s captured grandmother Modesty from Ghana, but she also may have captured Harriet’s birthdate, March 15, 1822!


            So, yes, we salute Women’s History Month  and we salute the call from which it springs…IWW Day, proudly with reasons waaay beyond the imaginations of European women, no matter their degree of radicalism, but we must do so in an Afrikan way, honoring our unique global Afrikan experience. They say March 8th. We say today, March 10th and now March 15th!...All due respect…

            We will give u a little more on Nana Harriet in five days…

            As u were…

            ©2018

Sunday, February 25, 2018

splitting skin (poem) for Muhammad Ali


splitting skin (for Muhammad Ali)

by ‘bro. zayid’

"No matter how hard you try,
you can't stop me now...
"No matter how hard you try,
you can't stop me now..."
Message From A Black Man,Temptations (1969)

stinging like a bee

stinging like a bee

stinging like a bee…

he floated into our hearts

a bold blaze of glory…

jabbing

splitting skin…

his reflex raw mind

seeking the power of truth

waaay beyond the land of left hooks…

came and upset the gamblers dens’ books…

and he came to us

at just the right time…

after medgar’s rifleripped back

exploded in our guts

after bombbursted pieces

of four little black girls

branded our eyes

and cursed our fears and tears

when malcolm’s splattered blood

was still hot

burning all of our eyes…

that’s when he came to us!

strident

on his toes

armed with machine gun handspeed

with this blows…

the clear heir

to the lethal sweet of sugar ray’s throne

he loved to play

but was warrior to the bone…

fought like hell

answered every bell of his time

with his combat cold heart

and his fast handed rhyme…





he came to us

floating

with a champagne golden confidence

crying

to be born in us all…

and when he dared to drop his slave name

and to take his swordwielding

ancestral name instead

after a commercial façade of American popularity

u wd’ve thought they wanted him dead…

and when he refused to be

one of their ‘boys’

one of their war machines ‘toys’

they stripped him of everything he had…

reminiscient of their banning

paul robeson’s existence….

but his was an undying resistance…

stinging like a bee

stinging like a bee

he was put here to transcend their decrees…

he was put here to take the streets

with the yg in the thousands

and their protesting feet…

put here to stand with martin

against the gore of genocidal war…

put here to destroy

some of white supremecy’s biggest white lies

put here to show us

that black is indeed beautiful

right before our very bloodburned eyes…





gave our people and the world’s oppressed

such a cranecocked cloudlicking lift

maybe

just maybe

he was one of god’s gifts…

a windslicing

beacon of black pride

put here to rise above it all

like an earthbound star

baptized in sacrificed black blood

refusing to be denied…

stinging like a bee

he was put here to transcend their decrees…

put here to transcend

even the mortal limits of his prime

they took all of that away from him

and nobody calls that a crime!...

jabbing

splitting skin

his right hand lead

forever faster than a speeding bullet

carrying a continent of courage

on his fearless shoulders

and in the sparkle of his eyes

for a longbeaten blue people

bearing the power of truth

well beyond the land of left hooks…

audacious survivor

went to the lumumba’s congo

and again upset the gamblers dens’ books…





stinging like a bee

stinging like a bee

he was put here to transcend their decrees…

and after the ring lights dimmed

he came again and became a torchlight for peace

actually got between saddam and bush

in the middle east

forestalled a war

even got several u.s. hostages free

extended his legend again

for whole world cd see…





so now he is somewhere dancing circles

around our enemies in the spirit world’s  wars…

somewhere he is still dancing

still blinding time with his hands

like a charlie parker run

at war with the devil

and making it all look like fun…

forever a triumphant echo

on mountains of eyes and stages

forever in the ears in the annals of the ages…

forever will his magic

make us smile and call out his name

as he leaps from history’s screens and pages

a giant in defiance

falcon fierce and butterfly courageous…

stinging like a bee

stinging like a bee

stinging like a bee

he was put here to transcend

their

decrees…

"Say it loud!...
"No matter how hard you try,
you can't stop me now...
"No matter how hard you try,
you can't stop me now..."

©2018

Monday, January 15, 2018

MLK Day 2018 Blue Note with Poem


An MLK Day Blue Note…Build the United Front Against Fascism!...
by 'bro. zayid'



As we wind down a day whose honor we fought for and won, o yes we did, and I, for one, had an incredible day with on the streets with some incredible young people, let it be instructive...Let us remember that this day not only marks Dr. King's 89th birthday; This year, on April 4th,marks the 50th anniversary of his assassination!...

Dr. King's slaying triggered the 3rd, and exponentially, the largest growth rate of the Black Panther Party!




By that year's end, another president dripping in pathology and criminality and with a deadly fascist tendency was put in the White House! The Party was named the most dangerous internal threat to the national security of the united states. The COINTELPRO War would escalate against the Party claiming numerous casualties!...including Chairman Fred, whose Revolutionary Rainbow Coalition with the potential to take Dr. King's Poor People's Campaign to another level!...In spite of that, in the midst of that madness, the Party made a bold and revolutionary prophetic call for a United Front Against Fascism!...




So at this moment, as we resist police terror going buckwil' in our lives, as our social services are gutted like meat to roast swelling the ranks of the poor, as we are outraged by a new wave of ethnic cleansing as the state gears up to deport Black and Brown residents in the hundreds of thousands, as our political prisoners approach their 5th decade of wrongful incarceration, the time for such a front is now!




Can't claim the Dream without ending the Nightmare!...

All Power to the People!



that day
(april 4, ’68,
the assassination
of martin luther king)
by ‘bro.zayid’

“…This may
may be last time…
This may
may be last time…
This may
may be last time…
“It may be the last time…
…I don’t know…”
            Freedom Song

do u remember that day?
remember what u were doing
where u were
who u were with…
when it happened…
that day…
on that day
when everyone…
every decent person
suddenly felt like
they had their feelings
ripped apart at the seams…
felt like their insides bled
from the very core of themselves…
when it happened…
when it happened…
on that day…
when one shot…
one
single
sinister
shot
bore thru the guts
of that supper-full
april evening
like a laser…
when one shot…
one
single
sinister
shot
tore thru his
warm
round
brown
face
like a
crucifix-crushed nail
crushing thru flesh bone
wood and soul…
it was acid on the eyes
of everyone who believed
in that incredible dream
uniquely manufactured from his
india-looong stretched vision…
one shot…
one single
sinister
shot
thru the guts of that night
thru that warm round
georgia brown
face of his…
it scorched our eyes 
like whip-leather bleeding black
and dropped him
this gentle giant of a man
flat on his back
just like the jaws teeth and arms
of a crane would drop
a heap of lifeless worthless junk…
do u remember that day?
what u were doing
where u were
who u were with
when it happened…
when it happened…
it was said by a haunting storyteller
with ancient eyes
that the setting sun
fell from that early evening sky
coughing and choking on its own  blood…
that the slow rising moon
vomited a revulsion that stained the sky…
that even the awesome
nonstop machinery of time
broke down for an instant
just long enough to get all of our attention…
and that mountaintop…
that virile and generous mountaintop
at the apex of an oppressed peoples vision…
that mountaintop
that he anchored
with his commitment
courage
and the regal roar
of his rolling tongue
became as cryptically obscure
as the intestines of the end of time…
when it happened…
on that day…
and with that
one
single
sinister
shot
that dream
became the nightmare
that it was trying so hard to transcend…
the american nightmare                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                in true crossburning fashion
again
stalking our people
like a lynch mob
or like pilfering pirates seeking
the human cargo of our ancestors in a colonized night…
it was an awful day
it was an eerie day
it was an evil day
it was a savage day…
that day…
that noxious
white day…
that day…
that dark
defining day
that should forever remind us
of where we are
who ‘they’ are
what they are
and what they will do…
it was a day that should
never allow us
never allow us
to let our guard down again…
it has already cost us
a continent
twenty generations
and our global selfrespect…
that day…
that
noxious
white
day…
that day
that we
should never
ever
be allowed
to
forget…

“…This may
may be last time…
This may
may be last time…
“It may be the last time…
…I don’t know…”


©2007
All rights reserved



Friday, January 12, 2018

New Year of Struggle!


From the Desk of Zayid Muhammad


973 202 0745

“A turtle cannot go forward until he first sticks his neck out…”

Malcolm X

January 11, 2018



ACTIVIST POET ZAYID MUHAMMAD BRINGS IN NEW YEAR BUSY!



SUNDIATA! MISSION OF MERCY!



            January 14th marks the 81st birthday of beloved political prisoner Sundiata Acoli, one of the longest held political prisoners in this country!

            Through the NJ Black Panther Commemoration Committee, Muhammad hosted the 70th birthday for Sundiata’s exiled comrade Assata Shakur in January and vowed to begin a humanitarian campaign called Clergy For Sundiata to help him in his bid for Parole Reconsideration after being given another ’15 year hit’ when he was last before the parole board in 2016.

            This campaign will seek to secure 45 Clergy members from all faiths to come out in support of Sundiata’s parole bid to mark his 45 years in prison.

            A state judge recommended Acoli for Parole several years ago.

            The NJ Parole Board has only responded to the recommendation with the utmost hostility.

            Persons wishing to help launch the campaign and clergy wishing to take part, please contact Muhammad at the information above…

            January 14th marks the 70th birthday of beloved political prisoner Herman Bell. Like Sundiata Acoli, Bell is also one the longest held political prisoners in this country!

            Bell survived a savage attack by six Correctional Officers several months ago!

            He has been a model prisoner and in the Panther Community Survival Program tradition, he has initiated incredible community service projects on both the outside and the inside like his Victory Gardens which brought fresh produce to food drives to outside allies in New York and in New Jersey.

            He has been up for parole some 10x and is due for parole consideration again soon.

            Go to his webpage…www.freehermanbell.org…to see how you can support his campaign for release…



HONORING DR. KING!



            On Monday, January 15th, Muhammad will help lead the P.O.P. annual March honoring Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

            The march will begin at 12 noon at the new MLK Monument next to the Essex County Courthouse, just off W. Market St. and MLK Blvd.

            Lead by Lawrence Hamm, P.O.P. has hosted this march for over 20 years.   

            Muhammad is the press officer for P.O.P and has security for the organization for years…

            Later that afternoon, Muhammad will speak and perform at the Ironbound Community Corporation’s tribute to Dr.King.

            A pioneering environment justice force in Newark’s Ironbound neighborhood, and engendering a number of young organizers, the call for this gathering is Black And Brown Unity In The Age Of Trump!

            It takes place from 3-5pm at St. Stephan’s Church Wilson Av and Ferry St., Newark……

            On Tuesday, January 16th, he will speak and read at Rutgers University Newark in an exciting gathering called ‘My Racial Healing Looks Like-A Night of Speaking Truth Through Poetry, Prose and Music.’

            It takes place at the Paul Robeson Campus Center 350 Martin Luther King Blvd from 6-9pm

            Muhammad is a Rutgers Newark Alum and a former vice chair of the bold Black Organization of Students (BOS).

            January 15th marks the 89th birth anniversary for the immortal Drum Major For Justice. This year also marks the 50th anniversary of his assassination…



PACK THE COURT FOR MUMIA ABU JAMAL!



            On Wednesday, January 17th, Muhammad will be among the many packing the court Mumia Abu Jamal!

            AbuJamal has been in prison for 37 years. He has survived two death warrants on death row and most recently the ravages of Hepatitis C.

            A Pennsylvania judge recently ordered the Philadelphia District Attorney’s office to turn over all documents pertinent to his call to determine the existence and the degree of the obscene racial bias that governed his wrongful prosecution.

            The DA has been noncompliant.

            Legal observers say that this may be a turning in the case.

            The hearing will take place at the Philadelphia Criminal Justice Center, 1301 Filbert at 9am.

            Muhammad has been a key supporter for AbuJamal since 1990…





KNOW YOUR RIGHTS WITH NCAP VISITS ARTS HIGH



            On Tuesday, January 23rd, Muhammad will conducts a Know Your Rights Seminar for students and faculty at Arts High School.

            The Seminar will take place at 1:30pm.

            In addition to his press work for the Malcolm X Commemoration Committee, the People’s Organization for Progress and the Newark AntiViolence Coalition, Muhammad is the interim organizer for Newark Communities for Accountable Policing-NCAP, the support vehicle for those community organizations represented on the City of Newark’s new Civilian Complaint Review Board.

            Mayor Ras Baraka and Newark City Council created the new Civilian Review Board with full subpoena and investigative powers, stronger than any other Civilian Review Board in the country answering a longstanding call for police reform that goes back more than 50 years!  Police Unions are opposing the legal authority of the new Board and have secured a court injunction temporarily stopping the new Board from becoming functional.  Hearings are likely to place on those issues in the coming months.

            Persons and organizations wishing to know more and become involved or to host a speaker on the issue, please contact Muhammad at the contact information above…



MXCC 22ND ANNUAL POLITICAL PRISONER TRIBUTE READY!



            On Saturday, January 27th, the Malcolm X Commemoration Committee will host its 22nd Annual Dinner Tribute To Our Political Prisoners And Their Families.

            This will take place for the first time at All Souls Church Community Room, located at Lexington Avenue and 80th Street in Manhattan.

            The event will take place from 3-7pm. Dinner served promptly at 4pm.

            This year’s theme ‘Honoring Our Revolutionary Griots-Journalists and Artists Who Have Honored Our Political Prisoners.’ Among those honored are Nayaba Arinde of the Amsterdam News, Sally O’Brien of WBAI’s Where We Live, Poet Ngoma Hill and Photographer Solwazi Afi Olusola.

            Special guest cultural workers will be revolutionary poet Amina Baraka and the Red Microphone and Jersey based poet

Shelly Spinelli.

            Muhammad will open with his revolutionary libation and Dequi Kioni Sadiki, MXCC’s chair, will moderate.

            Tickets are $40 in advance and $45 at the door…

           

KWANSABA FOR BABA EUGENE REDMOND AT 80!



            True to his Jazz poetry form, Muhammad closed 2017 with a praisepoem for the master teacher and ‘Father’ of East St. Louis’ Black Arts Movement, Eugene B. Redmond to mark Redmond’s 80th birthday on December 1st!

            Among Redmond’s many contributions to the Black Arts Tradition is his creation of the poetic praise form the  ‘Kwansaba’! Inspired by the Nguzo Saba, the Seven Principles of Kwanzaa, the form calls for seven lines, seven words per line, each word with no more than seven letters…

           

Kwansaba for Baba Eugene B. Redmond* @ 80!

by ‘bro.zayid’



8 decades bravely snaking thru Midwest wilds

seeding souls legacy loaded baring memory sounds

hardbop hard pushing voices like philly joe

kente kept more solid than p.c.’s bass

sun sure like dunham’s golden vodun  dance

he is an unsung harness of fires

arking our missing bones ra-ward for miles…





*Eugene B. Redmond is both the Father of the Black Arts

Movement in E.St.Louis and the Father of the AfroAmerican

poetic form…The Kwansaba…7 lines, 7 words per line, each word

7 letters of less…



©2017



            “Baba Eugene gave us so much, my first Kwansaba absolutely had to be for him,” he said smilingly…