AUGUST 12, 1978 - JOURNAL ENTRY - EAST VILLAGE

ON WHITE VERSUS BLACK:

Walking down 8th Avenue under a light rain I ignore the passers-by other than to step aside for old women and children. The rest of the people on the sidewalks have had their humanity stolen by the TV, ads, schools, churches, and work.

A pocketbook smashes into me, as I enter a Chelsea bookstore to escape the afternoon drizzle. The glass door shuts and then opens with a man shouting, "Hey, white boy, don't you know when to say you're sorry."

A small black man stands before a taller white woman, obviously embarrassed by her beau's outburst. He can't leave the imagined slight alone and gives me the finger. I shrug and all five-foot of him strides aggressively down the aisle three inches taller in his red platform shoes. The top of his Panama hat reached my eyes and I wonder if I'm going to have to duke it out with a midget. His lady shadows him, a lime green valise-sized pocketbook over her shoulder. He points his left hand in my face.

"Who you think you are white boy to not have to say you're sorry?

"I didn't bump into your friend. She swung her purse into me. I didn't think nothing of it."

I know you didn't. You said nothing and went your way." His right hand slowly slid toward his back. He could have a knife or a gun. The first was bad. The second option was worst.

I wasn't taking any chances and pushed away his wagging finger.

"Get your finger out of my face and your hand back from behind your back."

"Come outside." The short man spun on his heels, but his girlfriend grabbed his arm.

"I'm not fighting anyone right now, especially in the rain."

"So what you gonna do, call 911. I'll beat your ass and be gone before they come."

"Why you so uptight? Someone steal your Barbie Doll?" I say this knowing the Barbie remark will light a fuse an that a fight will ruin both out days.

"Barbie Doll?

"Or is it Ken?" I have never fought a black man. Scores of whites yes. Never a brother."

I don't want to fight this man, but I'm not scare of him. I not scared of anything other than lawnmovers.

"You sayin' I love white people?"

"You're with a white girl."

"Donna's different from white people like you. She grew up with us. You never did." "You got that right. There were no black people in my part of Maine and my next hometown is the Selma of the North."

"Boston."

"You got that right. I played inner-city street ball. I taught at South Boston High School. I went to see Sly Stone at Franklin Park. One of the three white boys in the crowd, but that don't make me black."

"Not at all. Fuck you. You lucky today, cracker. C'mon Donna, let's go." The small black man hustled from the bookstore. Donna in tow.

True, I have never fought a black, but damn I have fought whites. From Childhood to now.

"I ain't black, but there's sometimes I don't want to be white." Frank Zappa.

There are over 25 million people of African descent in America. Black are outnumbered by white ten to one, except in the urban communities such as Harlem or Roxbury. Chocolate City. Any attempt to rebel against the repression has been met with armed force by federal government. Bullets flying will bring any insurrection to ground. Movies like THE SPOOK WHO WAITS BY THE DOOR and SIEGE OF HARLEM are fiction, because the White Race has drugged, drunkenized, impoverished, and exploited an entire race much as the English have done to the Irish for centuries.

The Black Panthers tried to raise consciousness through the cities and country, but the FBI and local police cold-bloodedly assassinated the revolutionaries to the relief of the Silent Majority. There is no standing up against the Pigs and some Black Panthers have fled to Cuba or Algeria. Eldridge Cleaver has sent missives from Algiers, proclaiming BLACK IS BEAUTIFUL, but support of the cause has cost blacks economically and physically. Now is the time for a fight, but it is a fight Newark, Harlem, or Watts can win against the KKK and Nazis of White America, who have resurrected themselves under the guise of 'new ideals and intelligence' and David Duke, Grand Klan Dragon, has admitted, "We have all made mistakes."

White Supremacy was written into the Constitution with the inclusion of the Electoral College and no mention of voting rights other than the rich. My main philosophy comes from the Declaration.

Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

All men are created equal sounds good as long as it applies only to wealthy landowners.

Murder, prison, and addiction decimate the black male population of America.

I hate the upper classes for their attempted genocide and the apathetic masses accepting the death penalty for African-Americans. The Civil War was fought to free the slaves.

Not for every Union soldiers, but more than enough to burn Dixie down.

I avoided a war in Vietnam.

Like Muhammad Ali proclaimed, “I ain't got no quarrel with them Viet Cong”

I didn't either. The only reason I wanted to be a Marine was to get out of my town.

LATER

The rain has stopped on 6th Avenue. I drank two glasses a vino blanco at McBells. I searched all morning for a job. Mark Amitin is producing ALBEE DIRECTS ALBEE. Mark is crazy and only after sex from me. I have lots of faggot friends; Taylor, Albee, James Spicer, Holt, Lynde, and Reed along with the boys from Serendipity Three and CBGBs. We know who we are and we are safe in the West Village, Chelsea, and East 53rd Street. I fight any gay-bashers. My friends call me 'rough trade'. I wish I had a leather jacket. Andy Reese says I'd be so hot in one.

LATER

If the world ends there are groups of saveables.

Actually only one.

Children, especially the three Latino kids across the street. Dez, Marika, and Yvonne.

LATER

Grant comes over and admits, "You were right about Joe Breeze."

"He's an asshole's asshole."

Ugly as a acne-scarred bulldog too.

I left the suburbs in 1975 to live in Boston, the northernmost of the East Coast's racist hotbeds. My black friends belonged to JUMP STREET, in which Andy Kornstein played, so the Roxbury band could get white gigs. On July 7, 1974 AK and I drove from Brookline to Franklin Park to see the Hues corporation, Donald Byrd and the Blackbirds, and Richard Pryor, who introduced Sly and the Family Stone by saying, "Sly will be here as soon as he robs all the drug dealers on Blue Hills Ave. like Lil Joe and Jamaal Hookah."

Several groups in the audience laughed loyally at the comedian's shout-out to their dealers. Pryor was no angel. Nobody said nothing about my skin. We had a good time.

Now live in Clinton Hill.

The Brooklyn Navy Yard dominated the East River from 1801 to 1966. Its closing stranded 10,000 industrial workers without jobs and coupled with the construction of housing project created the perfect atmosphere for getting a ghetto. In the 70s I lived on the Lower East Side; junkies, burned-out buildings, and thieves abounded in that wrecked 'hood, but we never came over to Brooklyn. It was too dangerous.

Coming from Boston I had fought more than often against gangs from Southie, Fields, Corner, Quincy, Savin Hill, and my own hometown. Anyone with Irish blood likes a fight. I liked them fine. I never fought a black man. This short guy was protecting his girl. I might have been able to knock him out, then again he might have been a boxer or a gunman. I could eat a little crow to be safe.

Last year young people marched in the streets after the murder of George Floyd. I haven't been to a protest in months almost all the youth evolved to another cerebral stage without telling the Old Man.

Prior to my hospital stay I had been proclaiming that I was going to outlive my great-grand-aunt, who passed in 1961 at the age of 103.

Bertha Hamblin Boyce wrote this in her 96th Year.

“Maria, it is almost time for my ship to sail. Are you going with me this time?”

That was my father, Capt. John C. Hamblin, speaking to my mother. She had been with him on two voyages, and he hoped she was going with him this time. My sister Alice was born in Australia, and my brother Harry was born in Norfolk Island, in the South Seas.

"Like her and my grand-aunt Marion I have circumnavigated the globe.

About ten times from East to West and West-to-East. I rarely get in trouble with the townies from Bangkok, Phnom Penh, Hamburg, Paris, Nairobi, or Moscow.

Nothing serious, because I see trouble I obey my mother's precautionary adage, "If you see trouble, go the other way."

Sadly I have not walked away enough and no one wins all his fights.

Up in Hudson, New York I attended a boxing session by the river. My lungs were good for 69 and my fist impact had some bite, but my back foot wandered out of balance robbing my stance. Not that I'm looking for fights and my violent behavior hails back to repressed memories of being a juvenile bully victim. 69 and still haunted by Joe Scanlon and Mark Tully. My younger sister wants me to see a shrink. ""Since I can't drink or do drugs anymore, these ghosts are the only high I have and I get rid of them I'll have no soul."

Since when did you start believing in a soul."

"I believe in a soul. Just not God." I have sworn an oath to never plead for his help. Not when faced by ten street thugs. Not when I've been sick. Not even when my daughter stopped breathing. Maybe a little about money, but they are vague request for financial help without putting a number of what I might receive, but nothing has come in years, so there isn't any God for me, although I do believe in Frosty the Snowman, which isn't easy when the North Pole is melting into the Arctic Ocean.

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Cleaver Penis Pants

The 1960s revolutionary Eldridge Cleaver had a troubled youth in LA, but a rape spree earned the 18 year-old a long sentence to San Quentin and Folsom prisons. His book SOUL ON ICE was published by Ramparts Magazine. Controversy followed his stating that he initially raped black women in the ghetto “for practice” and then embarked on the rape spree of white women, describing these crimes as politically inspired, motivated by a genuine conviction that the rape of white women was “an insurrectionary act”

Cleaver never expressed any contrition for these crimes and upon his 1968 release from prison he joined the Black Panthers as Minister of Information. A failed ambush of police officers in Oakland forced him to flee the country to Cuba and then Algeria. Cleaver returned the States in 1975 after his conversion to born-again evangelism and many within the radical movement questioned whether Cleaver had been police plant within the Black Panthers.

While in exile in France Cleaver tried his hand at fashion, inventing the penis pants, which had a codpiece for a man’s cock to hang out of his trousers in a sox.

“I want to solve the problem of the fig-leaf mentality. Clothing is an extension of the fig leaf — it put our sex inside our bodies. My pants put sex back where it should be.”

I can’t recall anyone wearing one.

Certainly the police have never mentioned them when looking for rapists, although a few years ago Bas Kosters Studio are selling penis leggings for women costing $151. The print has thousands of penises on them and are a little square in comparison to Clever’s penis pants.

Their website noted that they are “also available for men.”

I'm not into leggings and wish I had a pair of the Cleaver Classics, but none were for sale on Ebay, meaning either that no one bought them or anyone who has them isn’t through with them yet.

Classic.

The Police Versus The Us

Over a year ago 19 year-old Michael Wilson was shot dead by a Ferguson Missouri police officer. Darren Wilson claimed the stocky high school senior charged at him after an altercation about walking in the middle of a street. Darren Wilson was cleared of any charges by a grand jury setting off a firestorm of protests against cops killing unarmed black males.

This week marchers took to the streets of Ferguson and St. Louis.

The cops responded with a show of force.

They want the citizens of these towns and cities that these are their streets.

People must live by their laws.

Anyone black out of line will either be killed or arrest.

Dead or alive.

It don't matter to the pigs.

They are only following the orders of the white majority's desire to keep the slaves in their place.

Only one problem.

The filth ie the police like the White Majority are on the wrong side of history.

We shall overcome one day.

The struggle is not over with one young man's death.

Fuck the rich.

We are the power.

American Fools - 2015

Yesterday Ohio Governor announced his candidacy for GOP candidate for president and explained his reason to join the crowded field by saying, "Why not?"

This rationale was better than answering, "What's it to you?", but he is miles behind the present party favorite, Donald Trump, who has been thrust into the lead after saying that all Mexican illegals are rapists or criminals.

The smug pseudo billionaire also spent the weekend attacking the 2008 GOP candidate John McCain's war record by deriding the former POW's status as a hero.

"“He’s a war hero because he was captured. I like people that weren’t captured.”

Trump served his country during the Viet-Nam War as a college student. I protested against the war. donald would think much of me, then again I have a full head of hair.

The rest the the GOP field isn't much better.

Rick Santorum was taught to eat kielbasa sausages by his parish priest.

Mike Huckabee believes in ET atheists

Scott Walker loves CABARET.

They makes Steve Jacobs seem presidential.

But never me.

Like Bernie Sanders I remain true to radical progressivism along with millions of others

Burn Baby Burn.

A Letter from Huey Newton

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A Letter from Huey Newton to the Revolutionary Brothers and Sisters about the Women’s Liberation and Gay Liberation Movements" is considered the first pro-gay, pro-woman proclamation to come out of the black civil rights movement. During the past few years strong movements have developed among women and among homosexuals seeking their liberation. There has been some uncertainty about how to relate to these movements. Whatever your personal opinions and your insecurities about homosexuality and the various liberation movements among homosexuals and women (and I speak of the homosexuals and women as oppressed groups), we should try to unite with them in a revolutionary fashion. I say "whatever your insecurities are" because as we very well know, sometimes our first instinct is to want to hit a homosexual in the mouth, and want a woman to be quiet. We want to hit a homosexual in the mouth because we are afraid that we might be homosexual; and we want to hit the women or shut her up because we are afraid that she might castrate us, or take the nuts that we might not have to start with. We must gain security in ourselves and therefore have respect and feelings for all oppressed people. We must not use the racist attitude that the White racists use against our people because they are Black and poor. Many times the poorest White person is the most racist because he is afraid that he might lose something, or discover something that he does not have. So you're some kind of a threat to him. This kind of psychology is in operation when we view oppressed people and we are angry with them because of their particular kind of behavior, or their particular kind of deviation from the established norm. Remember, we have not established a revolutionary value system; we are only in the process of establishing it. I do not remember our ever constituting any value that said that a revolutionary must say offensive things towards homosexuals, or that a revolutionary should make sure that women do not speak out about their own particular kind of oppression. As a matter of fact, it is just the opposite: we say that we recognize the women's right to be free. We have not said much about the homosexual at all, but we must relate to the homosexual movement because it is a real thing. And I know through reading, and through my life experience and observations that homosexuals are not given freedom and liberty by anyone in the society. They might be the most oppressed people in the society. And what made them homosexual? Perhaps it's a phenomenon that I don't understand entirely. Some people say that it is the decadence of capitalism. I don't know if that is the case; I rather doubt it. But whatever the case is, we know that homosexuality is a fact that exists, and we must understand it in its purest form: that is, a person should have the freedom to use his body in whatever way he wants. That is not endorsing things in homosexuality that we wouldn't view as revolutionary. But there is nothing to say that a homosexual cannot also be a revolutionary. And maybe I'm now injecting some of my prejudice by saying that "even a homosexual can be a revolutionary." Quite the contrary, maybe a homosexual could be the most revolutionary. When we have revolutionary conferences, rallies, and demonstrations, there should be full participation of the gay liberation movement and the women's liberation movement. Some groups might be more revolutionary than others. We should not use the actions of a few to say that they are all reactionary or counterrevolutionary, because they are not. We should deal with the factions just as we deal with any other group or party that claims to be revolutionary. We should try to judge, somehow, whether they are operating in a sincere revolutionary fashion and from a really oppressed situation. (And we will grant that if they are women they are probably oppressed.) If they do things that are unrevolutionary or counterrevolutionary, then criticize that action. If we feel that the group in spirit means to be revolutionary in practice, but they make mistakes in interpretation of the revolutionary philosophy, or they do not understand the dialectics of the social forces in operation, we should criticize that and not criticize them because they are women trying to be free. And the same is true for homosexuals. We should never say a whole movement is dishonest when in fact they are trying to be honest. They are just making honest mistakes. Friends are allowed to make mistakes. The enemy is not allowed to make mistakes because his whole existence is a mistake, and we suffer from it. But the women's liberation front and gay liberation front are our friends, they are our potential allies, and we need as many allies as possible. We should be willing to discuss the insecurities that many people have about homosexuality. When I say "insecurities," I mean the fear that they are some kind of threat to our manhood. I can understand this fear. Because of the long conditioning process which builds insecurity in the American male, homosexuality might produce certain hang-ups in us. I have hang-ups myself about male homosexuality. But on the other hand, I have no hang-up about female homosexuality. And that is a phenomenon in itself. I think it is probably because male homosexuality is a threat to me and female homosexuality is not. We should be careful about using those terms that might turn our friends off. The terms "faggot" and "punk" should be deleted from our vocabulary, and especially we should not attach names normally designed for homosexuals to men who are enemies of the people, such as Nixon or Mitchell. Homosexuals are not enemies of the people. We should try to form a working coalition with the gay liberation and women's liberation groups. We must always handle social forces in the most appropriate manner. posted by Jim Fouratt, longtime revolutionary