Friday, July 8, 2016

On and On and On and On... Killing Folks of Color... it Don't Stop...

Ask not for whom the bell tolls...
My heart goes out to the families of Philando Castillo and Alton Sterling, as it does to the countless other victims of legal lynching and capricious executions in this country. They have gone through the same process as all of the rest; publicly executed, criminalized by the media, their killers rewarded by the system, and an investigation(?) that will clear the killers, and on we go to the next one. All of the drama and suspense of a roving game of Russian Roulette; we never know which trigger, chamber, and bullet will go off and end a life. The media will deem it a "tragedy" to linguistically

An interesting thing: Once Upon A Time, only the outspoken had to worry. In the 1950's, 60's and 70's it was fashionable to execute politically active and vocal people of color. It was a true act of terrorism to make examples of First Nations and Black leaders through execution and/or imprisonment. The majority of folks took this to mean that they should keep their heads low and not get involved in such affairs... they took the attitude that out-spoken people and organizations had it coming... not realizing that the silent were disappearing too.... just as quickly.

If you look at the public cases of execution and imprisonment of the last 20 years, notice how most of the victims were a-political average folks. With the exception of Ms Sandra Bland, and a handful of publicly recognized victims, the overwhelming majority of folks being killed are A-political, average everyday folks living average lives... not addressing social, political or economic issues... not organizing the community... and their executions captured on camera phones... made public and spin-doctored by the media... but now the defense will be that a camera phone looked like one of those new guns...

For those just waking up... exercising your one right (to remain silent) can and most likely will be used against you, as a reason to end your life on sight... if you don't have a weapon, one will be planted on your life-less body... or an innocuous object will be mistaken as one, as justification for your death... they come for the silent just as quickly... so speak up.

On and On and On and On... Killing Folks of Color... it Don't Stop...

If they come for me in the morning, they will come for you in the night...



Friday, July 1, 2016

"What To The Slave Is The 4th Of July?" - Frederick Douglass Speech from 1852

The following is a transcription of the speech made by Frederick Douglass on July 4, 1852 in Rochester, NY.

But such is not the state of the case. I say it with a sad sense of the disparity between us. am not included within the pale of this glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice are not enjoyed in common. The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity, and independence bequeathed by your fathers is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought light and healing to you has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me by asking me to speak today? If so, there is a parallel to your conduct. And let me warn that it is dangerous to copy the example of nation whose crimes, towering up to heaven, were thrown down by the breath of the Almighty, burying that nation in irrevocable ruin! I can today take up the plaintive lament of a peeled and woe-smitten people.

"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yea! We wept when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there, they that carried us away captive, required of us a song; and they who wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth."

Fellow citizens, above your national, tumultuous joy, I hear the mournful wail of millions! Whose chains, heavy and grievous yesterday, are, today, rendered more intolerable by the jubilee shouts that reach them. If I do forget, if I do not faithfully remember those bleeding children of sorry this day, "may my right hand cleave to the roof of my mouth"! To forget them, to pass lightly over their wrongs, and to chime in with the popular theme would be treason most scandalous and shocking, and would make me a reproach before God and the world. My subject, then, fellow citizens, is American slavery. I shall see this day and its popular characteristics from the slave's point of view. Standing there identified with the American bondman, making his wrongs mine. I do not hesitate to declare with all my soul that the character and conduct of this nation never looked blacker to me than on this Fourth of July! Whether we turn to the declarations of the past or to the professions of the present, the conduct of the nation seems equally hideous and revolting. America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false to the future. Standing with God and the crushed and bleeding slave on this occasion, I will, in the name of humanity which is outraged, in the name of liberty which is fettered, in the name of the Constitution and the Bible which are disregarded and trampled upon, dare to call in question and to denounce, with all the emphasis I can command, everything that serves to perpetuate slavery-the great sin and shame of America! "I will not equivocate, I will not excuse"; I will use the severest language I can command; and yet not one word shall escape me that any man, whose judgment is not blinded by prejudice, shall not confess to be right and just....

For the present, it is enough to affirm the equal manhood of the Negro race. Is it not as astonishing that, while we are plowing, planting, and reaping, using all kinds of mechanical tools, erecting houses, constructing bridges, building ships, working in metals of brass, iron, copper, and secretaries, having among us lawyers doctors, ministers, poets, authors, editors, orators, and teachers; and that, while we are engaged in all manner of enterprises common to other men, digging gold in California, capturing the whale in the Pacific, feeding sheep and cattle on the hillside, living, moving, acting, thinking, planning, living in families as husbands, wives, and children, and above all, confessing and worshiping the Christian's God, and looking hopefully for life and immortality beyond the grave, we are called upon to prove that we are men!...

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Riker's Island Named For Kidnapper Of Free Blacks

Rikers Island was named after Richard Riker (1773-1842). Riker reportedly was a member of a New York Kidnapping Club. It was composed of local officials, such as Tobias Boudinot and Daniel D. Nash, who captured Free Blacks and turned them in for a reward.

Black abolitionists, including David Ruggles in New York City, formed vigilance committees to protect their children. In addition, Ruggles and the committees arrested the slave catchers and published their names in black-owned abolitionists newspapers and pamphlets. A lawyer and eventual judge, Riker saw free blacks on the lowest social level possible. According to historians:

“When seven-year-old schoolboy Henry Scott was seized as a fugitive slave from his classroom, the kidnappers forcibly brought the terrified child before Richard Riker, the magistrate of New York City. They claimed that the boy was property belonging to white Virginian Clara Haxall. Though they could not produce paperwork substantiating their wicked claim, instead of discharging the case, Riker—reputedly a former slaveholder—postponed the case and sentenced Henry to jail in the interim.”

Rikers Island, New York’s main jail complex, was opened in 1932 in commemoration of his deeds.



Wednesday, June 8, 2016

A Cell Phone That Looks Like A Gun = New Alibi For Witness Killings By Police

On February 4, 1999, Amado Diallo was gunned down by 4 New York City police officers while unlocking his front door. An innocent man who was simply home from a day of street vending, all he had in his hands were his keys; and one of the officers claimed that they thought he had one of those "new wallet guns." Of course, interestingly enough no such thing existed at that time.

Now, fast forward to the present where the invention of a gun that looks like a cell phone takes place. Isn't it an interesting idea, especially on the heels of so many people using filming the police in the act of brutalizing and killing private citizens of color or to record their own interactions with the police; that a cell phone looking gun is created. 

Call it paranoia but this gadget is added justification for law enforcement to gun down people for using a cell phone to observe and record police activity by saying that they thought it was a gun. Now they won't have to go to the trouble of planting evidence on folks to arrest them, like they did to Ramsey Orta for filming the choking murder of Eric Garner by NYPD. Now when this happens they can shoot the person on sight and claim that they thought they had one of those new guns that looks like a cell phone.

As American History buffs may note, gun control laws were first introduced to prevent Black people in Georgia and Mississippi from protecting themselves from attacks by the KKK. Now we have an invention provides an alibi that interferes with people's constitutional right to observe the police carrying out their duties from a safe distance (10 -15 feet). Now the police can take out any and all witnesses.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

First Nations Music Source Provides Music Service for Native American Radio Djs

New digital music company provides new music and artist sound drops for Native American radio
hosts, shows and stations through First Nations Music Source. First Nations Music Source is a new service that provides Native American radio hosts/ DJs, shows and stations with promotional copies of music by traditional and contemporary Native American artists and groups.

DJs and stations in the US, Canada, Central and South America, as well as Australia can sign up for the "First Nations Music Source" and receive download links to high quality "wav" and "mp3" versions of music as well as request custom sound drops by the artists upon request. Liberation Multimedia is a music production and distribution company with over 30 affiliated labels and artists.

First Nations Music Source is a service provided by LM3 (Liberation Multimedia) a native owned music production company and label, based in Massachusetts, with an affiliates list of over 30 bands and artists.

If you have a show on radio and would like to register, please click here or use the link below.


Tuesday, March 1, 2016

Putting The Legacy of the OSCARS in Perspective

It's been said by many a builder and backed up by one of Jesus' parables: A building is only as good as it's foundation. How one can expect the Oscar to be fairly and equitably decided upon by an industry that is built upon racism escapes me. 

When Hattie McDaniel was the first Black person to win an Oscar in 1941 (Best Supporting Actress for "Gone With The Wind") She had to wait in the hotel kitchen until her name was called because the event was held in a "No Negroes Allowed" venue: The Coconut Grove nightclub in Los Angeles' Ambassador Hotel. She was allowed on the premises as a special favor to the studio. The studio also provided her with her acceptance speech.
"Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, fellow members of the motion picture industry and honored guests, this is one of the happiest moments of my life and I want to thank each one of who had a part in selecting me for one of their awards; for your kindness that has made me feel very, very humble. And I shall always hold it as a beacon for anything that I may be able to do in the future. I sincerely hope I shall always be a credit to my race and to the motion picture industry. My heart is too full to tell you just how I feel and may I say thank you and God bless you."

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

The Bush Brothers... Sometimes, You Should Let It Go...

It's pretty obvious to everybody who's been keeping up with the Presidential Candidate debates that the GOP debates have gone from funny to pathetic. Bush, Carson, Cruz, Trump and Rubio duking it out like spoiled little kids in a playground. To his credit, Trump, a New Yorker, is pretty good at slinging insults and was probably a bully in the Central Park playground as a little one. His nanny probably spent most of his play time being complained to by crying children and irate parents. Perhaps his tenure of hanging with media mogul, Russell Simmons probably gave hims some exposure to dissing and the dozens.

On the other hand, you have Jeb Bush. I guess when you're the son of an ex CIA spook, you don't have to handle many of your battles on your own. Let us also look at his departure from reality. As Jeb lauds the efforts of his brother to make America peaceful, he seemed to completely forget about 9/11, The Patriot Act and the spiked rise of brutal attacks against American people of color by self proclaimed "conservatives" all took place during GW's tenure.

To be honest, Jeb and GW remind me of a sinister, less refined, less intellectual version of the characters Niles and Frazier Krane. Jeb is probably the kid who got wedgies a lot as well as milk dumped on him in the lunchroom. After Trump verbally beat up on Jeb, GW stepped in to defend his brother and, as the newscasters on Fox reported, "FIRED" back at Trumps comments, "... there seems to be a lot of name calling going on... my father used to say, 'labels are for soup cans!"... Wow... that's the best you have? Shame on FOX for even posting this pathetic response. He should have added, "and thanks to Andy Warhol, soup cans are art!" This now replaces GWs response to the keen observation of his intellectual peer, Kanye West that, "Bush doesn't care about Black people." If you recall, Bush's response was to hug a Black person when the tv cameras started rolling.

In true, modern GOP fashion, the inclusion of a Black candidate is supposed to provide comic relief for the primaries. Unlike Caine, Carson proved to be a major disappointment by not singing an old negro spiritual for the people at the debate. But Carson's apparent psychological and self-esteem issues have run their course leaving only the natural comedy of the other candidates; and as you can see there is material for days. The writers for SNL and late night television haven't had to reach very far, nor engage in much hyperbole to mock the self-parodying behavior of the GOP.

Returning to the playground analogy, here's what just happened. Think back to your own days in the playground. One day, a bully comes into the playground and proceeds to pick on one of the weak, dorky kids while being cheered on by the other kids, or avoided by the ones who are afraid of being the next target. Along comes the mentally challenged brother of the dork, steps in to defend his sibling and ends up making things worse. Of course after the video of Jeb Bush begging for applause went viral, we can see that dignity is not a priority. I guess this makes Jeb the Paris Hilton of the family.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

How To Handle A Bigot... Write A Song About It!

Inspiration can come from many places. For the song, "Do You Mind...?" it happened one night at a gig. The GroovaLottos are a soul, funk and blues band comprised of veteran touring and studio session players. Their original music, while fun and playful on the surface, tends to carry a deeper message and meaning that can occasionally be lost on part of the audience, which is "part of the fun about being a band." Explains, GroovaLottos drummer, Eddie Ray Johnson.

The band was playing a bar gig one night, and a group of European American couples walked in. All of the men went to the bar to watch the game and the women took to the dance floor. For the last song, the band fell into a funky groove to fill time until their break, when one of the wives started dancing and gyrating close to the band until her husband noticed, jumped up, ran out onto the dance floor, placing himself between her and the band and began to dance wildly off beat. 

Mwalim looked the man in his eyes, smiled and began to sing, "Do you mind if we dance wit yo' dates?" causing the wives and the men still sitting at the bar to bust out laughing. After the gig, on the ride home, Mwalim began singing the song again, adding lyrics and by the time he got home he had a new song to teach the band. At another gig, they created and added the line dane "The Phunk".

As Mwalim, a keeper of the Wampanoag sacred clown tradition, explained about the song, "We have entered a rebirth of the 'Jim Crow with a Vengeance Era' and realize that the DW Griffith film "Birth of A Nation" from 1915 is actually a look into the white male American psyche. This idiots wife was of little value to him until he saw her enjoying the music of three Black men. The lyrics were crafted out of my perception of what goes through the mind of such a person. Along the lines of Michelle Indecello song from the 1990's, ' If That's Your Boyfriend (He Wasn't Last Night)".


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Saturday, February 6, 2016

Neil Bluhm and the Casino Bid: Why the Racist's Playbook Doesn't Change

"The function, the very serious function of racism, is distraction. It keeps you from doing your work. It keeps you explaining, over and over again, your reason for being. Somebody says you have no language, so you spend twenty years proving that you do. Somebody says your head isn't shaped properly, so you have scientists working on the fact that it is. Someone says you have no art, so you dredge that up. Somebody says you have no kingdom, so you dredge that up. None of that is necessary. There will always be one more thing."

- Toni Morrison

As any number of First Nation tribes -especially those on the east coast- can attest, when
Casino Developer Neil Bluhm  tries to hedge his bet
bigots and/or those who stand to obtain financial gain find us standing in their way, the Racist's Playbook comes out. The funny thing with this playbook: unlike football play books, the plays and methods don't change and haven't changed in a couple of hundred years. Yes, there have been modifications here and there due to things like the end of slavery, the New Deal, the Civil Rights Movement, etc., but fundamentally the plays are all very predictable, simply because of the fact that they have worked time and time again.

Here's how the game is played:
1) The US entered treaties with the many and various Native tribes, nations and bands as well as set aside reservations and territories for these communities to occupy. 
2) The US Army dishonored most of these treaties and went about slaughtering thousands of people.
3) For the tribes remaining, the US went about administratively ruling these communities as "Non-Indian" thus rendering the treaties null and void allowing them to take possession of tribal territories.
4) In the 20th and 21st Century, tribes labor to jump through the hoops of receiving federal recognition.

5) Greedy realtors and casino developers fight to block their ability to obtain status and if they do, they fight to get it rescinded.

When a tribe stands in your way, you go to court and claim that they are not really Indians. A particularly easy move if the tribe is not federally recognized as a sovereign community. This happened to the Mashpee tribe in the 1970's with a land suit over the tribe's territory and the challenge issued by greedy realtors and attorney's who used racialist tactics to try to prove that the tribe didn't exists and the Wampanoags were in fact not really Wampanoags or Indians at all, citing the number of Black people who had married into the tribe (with little to no mention of the whites), simply because of the 'one drop' rule (1/16 Black ancestry wipes out your claim to any other ethnicity, making you legally Black, according to American racial laws). The Mashpee tribe thus embarked on an arduous, 30 year task of applying for and receiving federal recognition as a tribe in 2007. 

Neil Bluhm, a Chicago casino developer, stood before the Massachusetts Gaming Commission Nov. 5 telling commissioners a Mashpee Wampanoag casino was likely to be challenged in the courts and may never open. Bluhm himself, has an application pending to build a competing $677 million casino in Brockton. In true Robber- Baron tradition, Bluhm is helping fund Preserving Taunton’s Future Inc., a nonprofit set up to accept donations to fight the decision by the U.S. Department of the Interior to take 151 acres in Taunton for a casino and 170 acres in Mashpee as the tribe’s initial reservation.

The complaint filed Thursday alleges that Assistant Secretary Kevin Washburn worked around a 2009 U.S. Supreme Court ruling, known as the Carcieri decision, by “broadly interpreting the phrase now under jurisdiction.” The secretary also “creates for the first time an unprecedented, ungrammatical and illogical reading as to who is an eligible Indian and what is a reservation under the (Indian Reorganization Act),” according to the complaint.
The Carcieri decision called into question the Department of Interior's ability to take land into trust for tribes recognized after 1934, the year of the Indian Reorganization Act. The Mashpee tribe was federally acknowledged in 2007 but the complaint even calls that into question, saying it came at a time when the Bureau of Indian Affairs lacked transparency. In other words, the basis of this complaint is that Mashpee was inaccurately and erroneously ruled as a Native American tribe. Shades of dealing with George Benway and the great Mashpee land theft of 1976!

The Pamunkey Indians of Virginia, who just received their federal recognition in 2015 -the only one of the 11 organized tribes in the state to receive recognition- immediately had their status challenged by Stand Up For California. The U.S. Department of the Interior Board of Indian Appeals recently rejected a challenge from an anti-gaming group on the West Coast. The board said the nonprofit had no standing in the case. As part of the dismissal, the board noted: “The Assistant Secretary concluded that the Tribe had submitted ‘voluminous and clear documentation’ that his experts viewed as ‘truly extraordinary,’ and which he concluded ‘easily satisfies’ the regulatory criteria” for acknowledgment as a tribe. The decision means the 2015 federal designation will remain for the Pamunkey. The tribe, whose 1,200-acre reservation is east of Richmond, has 200-plus members.

The true war is not about land or identity, it's about white supremacy and the inhibition of economic development for people of color.  

Monday, November 30, 2015

Animals Activism In Boston: DOEs BEFORE BROs!!! There's Meat In Them Thar Hills!!! Venison Recipes

DOES BEFORE BROs: Jill Hallisey of Jamaica Plain joins a
protest against deer hunting in Blue Hills Reservation yesterday.
The controlled hunt was organized to lower the overcrowded
deer population in the forest.
BLUE HILLS - Let me start with this: I'm absolutely opposed to people hunting for sport. Killing for the sake of killing is an absolute waste, to me the signs of some very, very mentally deranged people, and I can't help but notice the amazing sports hunting and white supremacist thinking. Apparently, Governor Baker, other administrators and state officials called for a culling of the herd in the Blue Hills reserve as they are over populated and a danger to plants and road hazards. Apparently, they're using a lottery system, however, aboriginal hunting rights means that state and federally recognized native hunters can also get in on the action. 

Groups of animal rights activists traveled from Brookline and Jamaica Plains, through Roxbury, Dorchester and Mattapan (with their doors locked I'm sure) to protest the "senseless" killing of deer without even a hint of irony. Gov. Baker spokeswoman Elizabeth Guyton said in a statement to the Herald, “The administration places a high value on the health of the Commonwealth’s forests and this controlled hunt, which was initiated with bipartisan support from area leaders after extensive public input, remains absolutely necessary to control the overpopulation of deer within the Blue Hills State Reservation in order to 
revitalize the forest’s ecosystem for both wildlife and visitors to benefit from for years to come.”

DCR Deputy Commissioner Matthew Sisk said the Division of Fisheries and Wildlife estimates there are 85 deer to 
every square mile of forest, when 7 to 14 is considered “healthy.” Sisk said they are devouring the vegetation and pose a traffic hazard.


Up to 200 hunters chosen by lottery will be able to bag up to two bucks and four does.
“They’re here to do a job. This is not a trophy hunt. These people are here to cull a herd that has become unmanageable and a danger to the public,” Sisk said. “All eyes will be on them over these four days.” 

Again, I am totally against hunting for sport and any lottery hunter who does not plan to eat what they shoot should probably consider hunting each other and make it a real sportsman event. On the other hand, for the rest please allow me to share a few of my favorite venison recipes. Enjoy and Eat Hearty!!!

Black people living in the Boston area should consider dressing like deer. 

UNCLE MWALIM's VENISON STEW:


3 pounds venison
3 cups water as needed
5 cups of beef or venison stock
1 large, minced onion
3 cloves of garlic minced1/3 cup all-purpose wheat flour
2 tablespoons coconut oil
1 1/2 cups chopped carrots
1 1/2 cups diced celery
1 1/2 cups red potatoes, (I prefer rutabaga and yams)
2 Cups of Green Peas
1/4 cup corn starch
Salt & Pepper to taste

Cut meat into bite-sized pieces. Mix with onions and garlic, and toss mixture with 1/3 cup wheat flour. Heat oil in a large saucepan, and cook over medium low heat until browned.

Place browned meat, celery, garlic and onions in crockpot. Add stock and water until meat is covered with 1 inch liquid. Add carrots, potatoes and/or rutabaga, salt and pepper. Cover. Slow cook on high for about 5 hours. This should be long enough to make meat very tender.

To thicken up the gravy, mix 1/4 cup cornstarch with liquid from the pot until starch is dissolved. Pour into crock pot, and stir. Repeat if not thick enough. Add peas and allow to cook until tender.

UNCLE MWALIM's VENISON SUMMER SAUSAGE:

6 pounds venison (ground)
2 tablespoons of Tender Quick Meat Curing
2 teaspoons mustard seed
2 1/2 teaspoons of sage
2 1/2 teaspoons garlic powder
2 1/2 teaspoons ground black pepper
2 1/2 teaspoons of thyme
2 teaspoons of seasoned salt
2 Tablespoons of Brown Sugar
1/8 Cup of clear vinegar

 Grind the venison using a hamburger blade or setting on the grinder.

Mix dry seasonings (except sugar and sage) and set aside.

Dissolve sugar and sage in vinegar and set aside.

Place venison in large mixing bowl and add seasoning mixture. 

Using your hands, mix the seasonings into the meat, slowly adding the vinegar mixture. Blend well.
Place in storage bowl or gallon storage bags and let sit in fridge for 72 hours. Take out each day and keep mixing.

Take mixture out, shape into patties and either fry in a skillet, with a little oil, or shape into half-pound cylinders and bake in the oven at 200 degrees Fahrenheit, turning occasionally until brown. Center of meat (use a thermometer) should be 160 - 170 degrees.