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Books by Marvin X
Love and War: Poems /
In the Crazy House Called America /
Woman: Man's Best Friend /
Beyond Religion Toward Spirituality
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The Devil and the
Deep Blue Sea
(In Memory of My friend, Chauncey Bailey)
By Dr. M (aka
Marvin
X)
How does it feel to
get caught between the devil and the deep blue sea? How
does it feel when a friend is murdered and the suspected
murderers are someone you know as well, ever since they
were children. It is a feeling of immense sadness, grief
and disappointment. It is a feeling of guilt even, for
we wonder why we didn't mediate the situation, force the
opposing parties to sit down to reason together before
things got out of hand, before a brother had to join the
ancestors, as in the case of our friend and colleague,
fellow writer and journalist, Chauncey Bailey.
Yes, Chauncey was
seeking the truth to tell us all, but it is possible he
was working on the wrong story, or maybe the wrong
aspect of the story, if it is true he was working on a
story about the financial situation of Your Black Muslim
Bakery, a family business that appears to be in the
process of having its doors closed, the result of
criminal activity, tax liens and creditors, but more
importantly, moral issues, beginning with its founder,
the late
Dr.
Yusef Bey , who was a friend that worked
with me on many community projects, someone I miss
dearly, though I am thankful I never had to experience
his dark side, and I am genuinely sorry for those who
did, especially the children.
He fathered 43
children and it appears the sins of the father have
visited some of them. One son was killed trying to rob
dope dealers, another killed when someone car jacked
him, and the current CEO, Yusef Bey IV, faces multiple
charges, although someone else at the bakery has
confessed to killing Chauncey because of his past
articles and planned story on the financial situation.
The suspect was a handyman at the bakery, so we are
supposed to believe handymen are capable of plotting
assassinations afro solo.
But as per
Chauncey, the financial situation should not have been a
priority, rather the essential and critical story should
have been about how this family, especially its children
and mothers, could be healed from its shame and trauma,
and the business saved as a community asset. Tell me
where one can find a loaf of bread baked by black people
in the Bay or across these United Snakes of America.
Where can just released inmates from jails and prisons
find immediate employment, housing and food? Where can
broken down dope fiends get their lives together and
never look back. Where can the community find the
example of a successful black business?
I know the media
loves sensationalism, but the positives of YBMB outweigh
the negatives, and this is where Chauncey went wrong and
it cost him his life, and with the bakery closed, it
will affect many other lives, including the community in
general so desperate for natural food and examples of do
for self enterprises, i.e., independently operated
businesses, especially family run so that children can
see a future beyond a wage slave job at a white
supremacy corporation more interested in outsourcing for
cheap labor rather than securing a future for American
workers of any ethnicity.
So we have here a
double tragedy that approaches the best Shakespearean
drama: what happens when the king dies or struggle for
succession rights (rites), and what happens when the
court jester or truth seeker seeks too much truth,
especially from those who are supposed to be champions
of truth, but have corrupted truth due to flaws in their
moral character, resulting in the virus infecting the
king's children to the degree that they self destruct,
demolishing the kingdom, destroying all the good.
But is this the end
of the drama or merely a necessary phase, since there
are 43 children and perhaps the good children are yet to
be seen and heard, especially the women who may now be
forced to the front of the line to take authority over
certain posts of whatever remains.
We love you
Chauncey, we love you Dr. Bey—maybe ya'll can work it
out in heaven.
Now this drama has
villains more sinister than even the murderers, for as
James Baldwin said of those who killed Malcolm X, "The
hand that pulled the trigger didn't buy the bullet."
Isn't it strange that with a plethora of unsolved
murders in Oakland, this murder was solved in less than
24 hours—Chauncey was killed around 7:30am, by 5am the
next morning, the police had a confession and murder
weapon, as though they knew exactly where to go to
apprehend the killer. Is it likely they knew beforehand
what was planned, especially since they had the suspects
under surveillance for over a year. Couldn't they have
prevented Chauncey's murder—perhaps they too wanted him
dead since he was also investigating police corruption.
There is no doubt they had undercover agents and/or
snitches at the bakery who kept them abreast of planned
activities. The killer himself could have been a police
agent. These are possibilities any serious thinker
should consider.
Again, I want to
say that the community failed the Bey family for decades
by not treating them with healing love, especially after
they gave so much to the community. Their isolation only
deepened their trauma and of course things go from bad
to worse. The children were traumatized but left to
drift into madness and psychosocial pathology.
When I spoke at the
bakery a few months ago, they were happy and elated that
adults had come by to visit their meeting, for nearly
all of those present were young people associated with
the bakery. They were even happier to discover the other
adults at the meeting were my longtime associates and
friends of their father. They let us know how pleased
they were that we took the time to visit with them. We
must reach out to the Bey children because they are our
own.
Their negative
actions have now impacted the community in a big way—for
Chauncey was no ordinary Negro but a very special guy
doing a very necessary work. And as the community mourns
his passing and heals, let us not forget the children at
the bakery who need much healing as well—and certainly
they contributed much good to this community and
therefore deserve our unconditional love.
posted 6 August 2007
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Journalist Gunned
Down on Oakland Streets—
With the murder this morning of journalist Chauncey Bailey on his way to
work as editor of the Oakland Post, the black middle
class will join the masses in mourning the senseless
deaths of Oakland's citizens. Perhaps they will think
seriously about how to end the carnage in the streets of
this once radical city by the bay that gave birth to the
Black Panthers, the west coast black arts movement,
black studies and other meaningful endeavors. Chauncey
Bailey formerly worked for the Oakland Tribune, but was
recently appointed editor of the Oakland Post, a black
newspaper published by Paul Cobb. Witnesses told police
a masked gunman shot a man, then fled on foot to a
waiting van and drove off. Bailey, 57, was the apparent
victim of the 7:25 a.m. shooting at 14th and Alice
streets, downtown. Only yesterday, Bailey had come to
Dr. M's outdoor classroom at 14th and Broadway to show
him a copy of the story he was planning to run on M's
latest book, How to Recover from the Addiction to White
Supremacy. "He came to let me know the story would be in
this week's paper, after it did not appear in last
week's edition due to space problems. He showed me the
story then hurried back to his office. He disappeared so
fast I told Post photographer Gene Hazzard that Bailey
was Clark Kent, the journalist who was Superman's alter
ego. I am extremely saddened by his death because he was
not only a good writer but also a good friend."
Dr. M (aka
Marvin
X). Oakland's Top Black Journalist
Murdered 2 August 2007
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Dr. M (aka Marvin X) is author of the just released
How
to Recover from the Addiction to White Supremacy: A Pan African 12 Step Model
for
Africans, Europeans & Others.
Foreword
by Dr. Nathan Hare, afterword by Ptah Allah El (Tracey
Mitchell), $19.95. Black Bird Press, POB 1317, Paradise
CA 95967. Available at De Lauer's News, 14th and
Broadway, Oaktown
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rebuttal to the devil and the deep blue sea
I have read Mr. X's commentary twice and want to be careful with
what I have to say. How dare he call Chauncey Bailey a friend
and then turn around and make the victim the wrongdoer. I find
it absurd that Marvin X, a man who is a renowned writer and
activist, would say what one should write.
We do not know what Mr. Bailey was going to write nor will we
ever know entirely. Who is Mr. X to presume to know what angle
Mr. Bailey's story was going to take. Mr. Bailey was the
consummate journalist; articulate, thorough and professional.
How could he not report the downfall of Your Black Muslim Bakery
and not report about the history, the good works, and the glory
days?
Unfortunately, those days
are over, and Mr. X is blaming the community and the police.
Yusef Bey was at the crux of unraveling his empire and standing
in the community. For years there were whispers of multiple
wives, dozens of children and the impregnation of young girls.
We did not want to believe it but when the charges came out in
2002, we in the Black community hung our heads in shame.
Suddenly, the good did not outweigh the bad. Many, many African
Americans stopped patronizing the YBMB; the bean pies, bread and
fish sandwiches were suddenly unappealing. What is more
chilling, Mr. Bey's lack of remorse for his pedophile behavior
was reprehensible.
For far too long, Black people have chosen to look the other way
when the spiritual leaders and representatives of our community
shame us but people said enough is enough. Now there are 42
children, many of them dysfunctional, traumatized and
psychologically impaired, and now the murder of Mr. Chauncey
Bailey as their legacy.
Most of the family and
original followers have chosen to distance themselves from the
band of thugs who choose to use violence to settle a score. As
it was stated in today's Oakland Tribune, August 7, 2007
(Josh Richman,
Slain editor's bakery source surfaces) it was pure
unadulterated greed, fraud, and mismanagement that is at the
root of the latest troubles of YBMB.
Of course, there is the young man who confessed to Mr. Bailey's
murder. It is heartbreaking to see this 19 year old who, a few
years ago was in a U.C. Berkeley bound program, now life is in
ruins. It grieves so many of us that Mr. Bailey, a man who cared
about our community and our youth was cut down by one who could
have possibly been mentored by him. No, Mr. Bailey did not do
anything wrong; revealing truth is never wrong. Do not blame the
victim. I appreciate the contributions and talents of Marvin X;
I do not always agree with his views but I respect him but he
got this one wrong.—Ramona
Jones, Oakland Resident, August 7, 2007
Source:
e-drum
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Ramona Jones may have a point about my suggesting what Chauncey
should have written about—and I thought about having the nerve
to tell him such—but it was after his passing that I said this,
so one should take it in that light, although I am not beyond
being told what to write and not to write. In fact, my advisers
told me emphatically not to write my History of Islam in the
Bay: 1954-2004. I have considered their advice and put the
book on a low priority although I consider it a very necessary
contribution to the history of North American Africans in the
Bay and nation. The two most significant organizations during
the historic 60s were the Panthers and the NOI and both played a
primary role in the Bay Area.
The history of Your Black Muslim Bakery has been known for at
least thirty years by most of us in the know here in the Bay,
the light and the dark side. The police have let YBMB get away
with murder for years and everybody knows it. They only acted
when Chauncey was killed because they had to before the black
bourgeoisie exploded, although how many murders in the hood have
been solved? The social service agencies let Bey get away with
sexual abuse of children for years before doing something about
it. Dr. Bey was a victimizer and victim (he was sick with an
addiction to white supremacy values of domination and
exploitation, and some of his children suffer the same)—and of
course when nothing is done in a community to heal a sore the
virus spreads and infects others. Chauncey was but the latest
and perhaps most prominent victim.
Contrary to Mayor Ron Dellums remarks at the funeral today, the
solution is not more police, more state troopers and national
guard. The solution is to hug a thug with unconditional love,
understanding and patience; to gather them together for manhood
training rites and spiritual consciousness sessions—yes, peer
sessions will work but even one on one will help. These killers
are our children, first of all, and claiming they are a matter
for the state and federal government is slothful thinking that
will only prolong the agony of a community in pain. These young
killers have no consciousness because they have seen too many
contradictions in the behavior of adults and have lost respect
for them, including parents, teachers, preachers and
politicians.—Dr. M (aka
Marvin
X) /
mrvnx@yahoo.com /
www.marvinxwrites.blogspot.com
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if i may be perfectly honest with you, unwillingness to call out
our sacred cows has long been a troublesome reality in the black
community, even when evidence of those cows' unholiness becomes
apparent. bailey should be commended for being a fearless
crusader of truth, but the bey family does not deserve a "pass"
for their wickedness, compounded by the fact that they have
committed their heinous crimes under the aegis of religion and
through deceiving the community of their true nature. To say
that the community has failed the bey family, and not the other
way around, seems to be the exact opposite of what has actually
happened. hopefully in time you will see this tragedy for what
it is, not for what you wish it was.—eric /
Eric Arnold / Media Relations Manager / Ella Baker Center for
Human Rights / Oakland, CA
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Eric, thank you for your
comments. I have known the dark and light side of the Beys for
over thirty years, as have many in the Bay, including police,
social workers and politicians. This matter could have been
cleaned up decades ago but people were silenced by fear. When I
was prepared to approach Dr. Bey my advisers told me to leave it
alone since the white man has a police force but was doing
nothing, and even Farrakhan knew but did nothing—even with his
army. So no one is in denial. My eyes are wide open to what is
going on in this community. And I say the Bey family needed help
and none was there, so the sore continued to fester until it
finally exploded.
Bey was probably no worse
or better than the lot of Bay area leaders, including the
political, religious and educators who are responsible for this
climate of death and have no solution whatsoever when it is a
simple matter of raising consciousness beyond vote for me I'll
set you free, beyond Jesus saves, and why can't johnny read.
This community and America is suffering from a spiritual disease
that will not be healed by more cops, more miseducation and more
religious propaganda to prolong white supremacy.
If the police who you seem
to support were doing their job this matter would have been
solved 30 years ago.
As per Chauncey, of what
importance was financial mismanagement vs. traumatized human
beings? This matter is far beyond finances but of course this is
important for those stuck in the mire of materialism and naked
capitalism. Human beings don't matter, only the arrangement of
financial accounts.
You can knock the bakery
for all its evil, but you have nothing anywhere in the Bay to
equal what they tried to do even with their negrocities. When
you find some holy men and women who will do things 100% right,
drop me an email. I don't condone evil and wickedness for one
minute, but those who have a real alternative to murder and drug
dealing among our youth need to present their case. There will
be no real solution until there are radical changes made in the
spiritual condition of this community and nationwide, for that
matter worldwide, for how can we sit back and allow Bush and his
bandits to kill around the world but expect there to be peace in
the hood.
War and the ravages of war
are all around us, in our families, in the minds and hearts of
our children who see no solution to a problem but through
violence. Keep walking around like we are in la la land rather
than put on the armor of God and act like we are in a war zone
and we shall see a continuation of murder and mayhem coast to
coast. —Marvin
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A warrior, without a war, wars
on self.—Frantz Fanon
The Fanon quote, often offered by Marvin X, keeps circling in my
head.
I was reading some George Jackson the other day he spoke about
oppression and cycles of resistance. In particular how
oppression breeds resistance, which inspires oppression, which
then incites more resistance. Resistance is often colored as
criminal. In fact, if one is not willing to break oppressive
rules, then one is not in truth capable of being free. To
survive in poverty and chaos is an act of resistance, to find
the means to do so, is to exercise the will and right to exist.
So much of oppression questions your very right to be. Some of
us are so accustomed to being oppressed we require no masters.
Others struggle, some with conscious, dream grand dreams, some
unconsciously struggle in the dark not towards light just away
from the whip. Some forget the original dream in the wake of the
ongoing nightmare.
Corruption, malfeasance, moral turpitude, oppression, resistance
are a part of the parcel of our reality here in North America.
I, like Marvin, wonder about the ongoing surveillance of YBMB by
numerous official entities. I find it hard to believe that there
were not informants in place that would have made it possible to
prevent the murder of Chauncey Bailey. I too suspect that the
powers that be were not fans of his investigation into the
finances of the City of Oakland as power passed from Brown to
Dellums.
He was also investigating
the Port of Oakland. In short he was doing what a reporter does
or should do. He was looking for truth. I don't know if there
are truths that should not be told and I don't know that anyone
has the right to tell a writer what to write, where to look,
what to see. Better perhaps, the holy, the leaders, the
Shepard's have less to hide.
It is easy to hide things hard to consider in language like
"conspiracy theory." But when do we take the long look and tell
ourselves the truth. Eric you accuse Marvin of being too close
to see. We are all in the belly, we have eyes, we refuse to see.
I can see how the powers that be might have allowed Chauncey to
be the final brick on YBMB. I do not see any logic why the raid
that happened the day after Chauncey was murdered didn't
happened before he was murdered.
It is beyond words and accounting by anyone of reason that 13
per cent of the national population accounts for 50 per cent of
the nations homicides. Is this concrete enough for those who
eschew the realm of theory? We are dying here. We are murdering
ourselves. Our young men 18 - 25 are leading this trembling
edge. What the hell are we going to do?
We the silent choir, that
tunes up in tragedy and mumbles to itself the rest of the time;
what are we prepared to do?
There is so much blame here; I wonder at the rush to
articulation. Where were the elders in the Nation to bring the
prodigals back into alignment with the original dream? Are their
hands clean enough to approach? Where were those like Marvin,
who at least comes forth to say he saw, he knew, and accepted
counsel to do nothing. How many others knew?
Bey died out of answering for the abuse of power and trust he
inflicted on his family. But the sins of the father live on and
are visited upon the sons. What a huge Shakespearean parable for
us to consider here and while we wring our hands I hope we open
our eyes. We create what we have by our actions or inaction's.
We are not just victims and there are no innocent bystanders. We
are actors/authors in the dramatic event of our lives.
See, the last time I checked I was the heir to African captives,
repatriated to America. My ancestors never agreed to the trip.
They were taken like booty by plunderers, we were and are
captives. We did and do have a financial value to our captors.
Thus we are tolerated. We were and are involved in resistance.
Many of us can not see this, they think we are free, and that
freedom is enough. I am reminded daily we are at war here. In
struggle ongoing and with shifting battlefields. I see the
weapons of destruction turned inward for we dare not look master
in the eye even now. We are at once harder on ourselves than
others and in failure to hold ourselves accountable in a way
than increases our odds for survival.
We have many festering
sores, that are untreated, how soon before cancer eats the whole
body. We continue to choke on an un-manifest dream that poisons
us daily. Most times it's not me checking my roots it's those I
come in contact with, those who know me before I speak despite
credentials or experience. The boxes and glass ceilings, the
indeterminate sentences, the accessibly of drugs and weapons,
the inaccessibility of treatment programs, decent education,
lack of re-entry programming, decent housing, and medical care
define and effect all of us; even the Black Establishment of
Oakland and other dissolving urban centers.
I chafe at terms like the black elite, or the black
establishment, and say here that the way the least of us is
treated is the way that all of us are viewed. I refuse to
separate myself from those who articulate themselves in
unacceptable ways. I don't believe it's possible in an outside
mass view of us and I understand they are speaking a portion of
my own dark angst in a form I refuse to indulge, but that they
are still a part of the voice from my own strangled throat.
I will not engage in naming
thugs: some wear suits, silk ties, and lie in press releases. I
can't engage in distancing my self, we need so desperately to be
closer and we are in fact all a part of the same soup bubbling
here in the belly. I do not condone but I do acknowledge my
connection. My refusal to see my connection will not absolve me
of its weight or its consequence.
We are in crisis. Not a crisis of the moment, but a long
suffered and ever present crisis that is reaching an ugly head.
According to Jackson the resolution to cycles of oppression and
resistance is victory by one side or the other. What does that
mean to us today here in Babylon by the Bay. Does anyone smell
the scent of victory? I feel an overwhelming sense of loss. I
fight daily to feel opportunistic in the face of impending doom.
We are dying at epic rates. We are our executioners more often
than not. The Cavalry is not interested in stemming this tide
but rather in containing us. WE need to save ourselves.
Please excuse the in-exact-ness of this missive. I am still
trying to sort out how this will play out for us collectively in
our traumatized collective consciousness. The hugeness of it
urges me to ask that we look at the ALL of this and SEE it, and
what it wants us to comprehend about how we are and who we are
becoming.
We cannot cast out the
children for they are us. Yet we cannot let the children rule
the day if wisdom is seated elsewhere. What do we do with
warriors who have lost the direction of the battle? What do we
do for those who refuse to see the war?
In prayer for us all,
WordSlanger
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What’s Going
On?: Black-on-Black Homicide Hits Home
By
Kam Williams
“Mother, mother, there's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother, there's far too many of
you dying
You know we've got to find a way, to bring some
lovin' here today
Hey, what's going on?”— Marvin
Gaye, “What’s Going On?” |
I last
spoke to Chauncey Bailey just a couple of days before he was
assassinated on the streets of downtown Oakland on the morning
of August 2nd. He was murdered in broad daylight on his way to
his office by a thug in a ski mask who pumped three rounds from
a shotgun directly into his chest before jumping into a waiting
getaway van.
I wish
that I could say that Chauncey and I had shared some deeply
meaningful exchange during that last chat, but it merely
addressed a mundane concern of mine in my capacity as a
syndicated contributor to the Oakland Post. In fact,
since he took the job as the paper’s editor-in-chief this past
June, all of our conversations had been brief and of a
professional nature.
Still, I
was very impressed with his work ethic and publishing acumen,
and was quite confident that the Post would be in good
hands during his tenure. Now, upon his passing, I have come to
have my suspicions about the man confirmed by all the glowing
tributes and testimonials about him by those who knew him well,
both as a dedicated journalist and as a loving father.
The police
already have a suspect in custody, Devaughndre Broussard, a 19
year-old ex-con who has reportedly confessed that he committed
the crime in response to Bailey’s having written an unfavorable
review of the Black Muslim Bakery where he was employed as a
handyman. Quite frankly, this tragedy wouldn’t have registered
more than a blip on the radar, if it weren’t for the victim’s
esteemed status in the African-American community.
For seven
more black folks were shot dead in the City of Oakland in the 48
hours immediately following the slaying of Bailey. Among those
being treated like statistics was Byron Mitchell, 29, who was
fatally wounded while being robbed. Jacqueline Venable, 40, was
gunned down while eating cake at a friend’s house. Khatari Gant,
25, perished after his car was peppered with bullets from an
assault rifle. His brother and an acquaintance were also shot,
but survived. Kevin Sharp, 20, was home watching TV when he
answered a knock at the door only to have his head blown off.
And three others.
Meanwhile,
here in New Jersey, the hip-hop Holocaust exacted an
equally-shocking toll in Newark last Saturday night, when three
Delaware State University college students, Terrance Aerial, 18,
Iofemi Hightower, 20, and Dashon Harvey, 20, none of whom had
any police records, were lined up against a wall, forced to
their knees, robbed and executed by bullets to the brain by a
gang of gangstas. A fourth student, Natasha Aerial, 19,
miraculously survived somehow, and is in stable condition in the
hospital.
This
skyrocketing black-on-black homicide rate is a shame which
suggests that African-Americans’ sense of self-worth has plunged
to an all-time low. And now that it has hit home, it makes me
wanna holler “What’s going on?”
Lloyd Kam Williams is an attorney and a member of
the bar in NJ, NY, CT, PA, MA & US Supreme Court bars.
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The assassination
of Chauncey Bailey
The transformation
of warfare and reparations
By Jean Damu
Is Black on Black crime, which lately saw a prominent Oakland
journalist assassinated, not form of low-intensity warfare?
The brutal and shocking murder of Oakland journalist Chauncey
Bailey, that police believe was allegedly committed by a member
of a small East Bay Muslim faction, while rightfully inspiring
outrage and disgust on the part of most citizens, should be seen
as something disturbingly symptomatic of what is wrong with not
only the American social fabric but large parts of the rest of
the world as well.
And because the assassination of journalists is such a rare
occurrence in the US, maybe we should examine the phenomena of
Black on Black violence from a new perspective.
Furthermore, how is it not possible to consider the various
alleged crimes of the youthful members of the surely now defunct
“Your Black Muslim Bakery” and not be reminded of the bodies
that turned up in the desert and the disappearance of the noted
bookkeeper that marked the disintegration of the Black Panther
Party 30 years ago?
Both organizations, the cadre of “Your Black Muslim Bakery” and
the Black Panthers started out as organizations with a vision to
improve the conditions of Black folk in America.
At the height of the Black Panther Party’s influence FBI
officials in what was intended as an insult but was seen by many
as a compliment, denounced the Panthers as the nation’s greatest
threat to security and labeled them “internal Viet Cong,” the
guerrillas of the National Liberation Front that the US then
faced in Viet Nam.
In retrospect maybe this is a good a place to begin a
re-examination of what is taking place in many of the urban
centers of America today—to consider that the Panthers were an
internal form of the Viet Cong.
In his widely read but rarely discussed work, The
Transformation of Warfare, Martin Van Crevald, who is often
credited with being the most forward thinking military historian
of our time, argues that since the end of World War II warfare
has transformed itself radically since the days Von Clausewitz
Carl
Philipp Gotlieb von Clausewitz, was a Prussian military officer
(1782-1831) whose writings on warfare influenced and have been
accepted by virtually all succeeding Western military theorists
and strategists.
Essentially Clausewitz argued that all warfare was “trinitarian
warfare.” That is warfare and its participants were divided into
three distinct groupings. 1. Nations or governments of nations
were the only bodies who had authority to declare war. 2.
Departments of Defense and national armies and navies were the
only components given license to conduct warfare. 3. Civilians
were, as much as possible, to be exempt from warfare.
Van Crevald says that mainly since the end of World War II none
of this has been true. Of the 60 odd wars conducted globally
since 1947, only a handful have subscribed to Clausewitz’s
definition. The vast majority have taken on the character of
wars of national liberation, where people’s organizations have
conducted warfare against formal states, where often it has been
impossible to tell the difference between the people and the
combatants, or as was often the case in Viet Nam, the combatants
were the people.
Other more recent examples include Hezbollah’s successful
struggle against Israel just last year and the current struggle
against US occupation on the part of Islamic militias in Iraq.
Often these military struggles, usually but not always conducted
by insurgent organizations against formal governments are
referred to as low-intensity warfare.
To date Western defense departments that are ideologically and
economically tied to huge corporations that build dollar
intensive technological war machinery that has been proven to be
almost useless in fighting popular insurgency wars, are
hopelessly mired in unwinnable situations. One need to look no
further than the Soviet Union’s sad experience in Afghanistan or
the US today in Iraq to see how universal is this trend.
What has all this to do with the assassination of Chauncey
Bailey? Within days of the former Oakland journalists’ death the
statistics bureau of the US Dept of Justice announced that as of
the latest recording date African American homicides now
numbered half the US total; this despite Blacks make up just 13
percent of the total population.
Should we not consider the Black on Black crime, which includes
much of the Black homicide rate, a form of warfare?
If one accepts that conclusion then the local police departments
that attempt to quell the violence in the streets are in just as
an unwinnable situation in inner city America as the US Army now
finds itself in Iraq.
There are lots of holes in the Iraq-Inner City America analogy
but if the US can seriously undertake to rebuild Iraq, as flawed
as that effort has been then why can’t it seriously attempt to
rebuild those portions of Black America that obviously need
reparations?
Jean
Damu has been active within the reparations movement and a long
time supporter of the movements for African liberation.
posted 13 August 2007
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For
Chauncey Bailey
By Marvin X
There is a dance we do
ain't the Boogalou
call it the Twist and Shuffle
a dance of death
in the midnight hour
or in the dawn before work
slow dance on the killing ground
something from years ago
some play was it not
or was it
or is it
real
a real life drama
in the here and now
not some distant past
a Shakespeare tragedy
but right here in Oaktown
downtown
for all to see
how can you kill the light
the pen who helps us see through darkness
what madness is this
what horror
what shame of a people
a people of radical traditions
what strange movement in the night or early morn
who plotted this drama
so tragic to kill a soul who tells the truth for all
to see
and so we dance
making holy ghost movements into the mirror at the
club
there are few partners left who will join us in
dance
we are on the floor alone
the mirror our partner
we wiggle we gyrate to the beats that warm our soul
the air is hot yet cold
as death in the morning
when so few will speak will report the good news
we silence them for eternity
for whatever reason
money power love sex jealousy
don't matter
a soul is gone
and we are diminished
by the silence of his pen.
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