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Entry for August 07, 2007 ![]() The Poet's Bench Volume 3, Issue 8 August 2007
Welcome to the Poet’s Bench by Craig 17X Hello Readers and welcome once again to the Poet’s Bench. I was thinking about what I wanted this month’s theme to be (that’s one of the perks with being the editor of this journal) but it was really a no brainer. This summer I took a US Government class and for my final paper I wrote an 18 page essay on Reparations for African Americans. Then, almost magically, I got some information on recent reparations discussions from our Food and Night life correspondent MeChelle LaChaux, specifically about some new talks around Representative John Conyers’ omnipresent bill HR40, "The Commission to Study Reparations Proposals for African Conyers “is no Martin Luther King” and white leftist journalist David Lindorf was heard bawling about “the shame of John Conyers”. All three have articles which appeared on the July 24, 2007 version of the progressive website “Commondreams”. In addition, Cindy Sheehan, the neo-famous white anti-war mom, had herself arrested sitting in at Conyers office. These people all fail to realize that there has not been any large scale efforts to offer reparations to African Americans by the United States government since the last significant promise of reparations was offered when Abraham Lincoln promised "freed" Black slaves "40 acres and two mules". Lincoln was killed shortly afterward and replaced by a Southerner who sympathized with those in favor of slavery.
All too prevalent among white Americans is this mindset that comes from people like David Horowitz. Horowitz, himself a nationally known white author, lifelong “civil rights activist”, one of the founders of the New Left in the 1960s and the editor of its most influential magazine “Ramparts” wrote a treatise on reparations called "Ten Reasons Why Reparations for Blacks is a Bad Idea for Blacks - and Racist Too”. But that’s the problem. How in the hell do white people suppose that they can even speak to what’s good for Blacks when it comes to racism and slavery no matter how apologetic they may seem to be about these issues?
This is the thing about the white liberal mindset. It is at once paternalistic and at the same time suspiciously reeks of reaction formation. For how else could anyone who has done so much for the cause of civil rights wage arguments against remuneration for civil wrongs? It is the lingering effect of slavery which fuels the shame and denial associated with slavery. People seem to want to be absolved from the horrible atrocity of slavery and simply relegate it to the past. The fact is that even after the Emancipation Proclamation, slavery endured in the form of Jim Crow laws and the continued exploitation and subjugation of Blacks right up until 1965 and the Civil Rights Act. I was 13 years old at the time and I watched my father and my grandfather and what this nation did to them and me so I KNOW they owe me.
Send any and all submissions and correspondence to The Poet’s Bench, P.O. Box 421324, San Francisco, CA 94142. We can be reached by phone at 415. 655.9031 Or [email protected]. The Poet’s Bench has been in existence since the summer of 2005. In 2007, we want to increase our service by going bi-weekly (scheduled for October 2007), and coordinating the activity of the website (www.geocities.com/poetbench) with the hard copy version.
Our mission is simple and clear: To provide critical information, essays, poems, reviews, interviews, and a showcase for advertisers in an effort to facilitate dialogue, entertain, encourage and enlighten, all toward the aim of fulfilling “The Cultural Imperative”. We will continue to try to facilitate free expression of opinions which may not get through the mainstream filter. We can always use donor support. Make a much needed donation of any amount to the address mentioned above. ---- Craig 17X Chauncey Bailey: Shot Down Like A Goddamn Rabbit! Bay Area residents were shocked and horrified early Thursday morning, August 3, 2007, to hear the news that veteran Oakland journalist Chauncey Bailey had been fatally shot in a parking lot at close range by a gunman wearing a ski mask. In front of eyewitnesses and in broad daylight the brazen murderer dressed in black and wearing a ski mask, walked up to Bailey and brandished a shotgun or automatic weapon. He then fired two or three shots at close range, killing Bailey who was shot once in the back and once in the head according to Oakland Fire Department Capt. Melinda Drayton.
Oakland police spokesman Roland Holmgren said the back shooting gunman immediately fled the scene and was still at large. "It does not appear to be a random attack," Holmgren said. "It looks like the gunman was looking for this man. This is madness. It's 7:30 a.m. in the middle of downtown Oakland."
The next morning, Friday August 3, 2007, heavily armed police officers, using flash grenades, stormed the Your Black Muslim Bakery, detaining as many as 19 people including the organization's “leader” Yusuf Bey IV. Police allegedly seized a small cache of weapons including shotguns and ammunition for assault weapons. It was not immediately known if the raids - at the bakery and at three Oakland homes - were related to the sidewalk assassination of Oakland reporter Chauncey Bailey. Sources said Bailey was doing an investigative piece on the Bey Empire. Bey IV was arrested without incident in his Oakland home and a search of the house turned up at least two guns in plain view in a bedroom. Later in the day on Friday, Police said that "firearm evidence" confiscated during the series of early morning raids was connected to the slaying of Bailey. According to Joseph Debro, an Oakland businessman who writes a column for the Post, Bailey had been working on a story about Your Black Muslim Bakery. The group has had a controversial history
The founder, Dr. Yusuf Bey fought accusations that he had raped or molested several girls who worked at Your Black Muslim Bakery between 1976 and 1995. In 2003, he was awaiting trial on charges he sexually abused a girl who was 13 when she began working at the bakery. When he died, a violent succession battle ensued. Antar Bey, Dr. Yusuf Bey’s designated heir, was gunned down as he talked on his cell phone at an Union 76 gas station in Oakland in October 2005. That slaying still remains under investigation.
Yusuf Bey IV, took control of the original bakery and several franchises. In 2005, he was accused by police of being the ringleader in a group of black Muslims who smashed liquor bottles in Oakland corner stores and berated the Muslim owners for selling alcohol to the black community, because alcohol is forbidden by Islam. Bey IV conceded he was "inexperienced in the business world," and had "received advice and consultation from those who had proven to me they did not have my best interests at heart."
In 2006, Bey IV was charged with assault with a deadly weapon for allegedly trying to use his BMW to run down several bouncers after being thrown out of a San Francisco strip club. He also faced felony charges in Solano County for allegedly fraudulently using false identification to buy a car.
Editors note- There is a Hadith which tells of someone asking the Prophet Muhammed (PBUH) “Who do you help most, the one who is doing right or the one who is doing wrong?” The Prophet (PBUH) said: “You help them both equally.” He was asked, “How do you help the one who is doing right?” He said: “You guide his hands.” He was then asked, “How do you help the one who is doing wrong?” He said: “You cut off his hands.”© 08/2007
Untitled Poem #2 By Howard Dukes War. Has a smell. No. Not a smell. Pies baking in the oven have a smell – an aroma. War has a stench. The stink of death, but not death in singular. Disgusting, but the smell of death in a singular is as Familiar as pies baking in the oven.
Saw some road kill – an armadillo – its black Leathery armor bloated and baking in the midday Alabama heat and emitting the sweet/pungent Funk of rotting flesh, and I know war can’t smell Like anything laying on the shoulder of a road in Selma.
No, war reeks of collective death – mortality Raised to its infinite power, industrialized, Mechanized, mass-produced. They say you never forget that smell.
I see the World War II vet – the stench of Omaha Beach overtaking the Thanksgiving turkey Roasting in the oven, Pusan springing from the Korean War vet’s honey roasted ham. Vietnam war vet, standing over the grill flipping Hue City with his spatula.
And I wonder what will make that take out pizza smell like Fallujah or the Hot Pocket rotating in the Microwave smell like Kandahar for this generation of soldiers sent to kill and die for we who are nauseated by the smell of road kill baking in the Alabama sun. © H. Dukes 08/2007 Africa: Representational Poetry By Omosun Sylvester
From my heritage I write to remove the pus Conflicting horror festers in my brain As the African sickness no one knows Increases the pain of my intelligence
The poem-like distant chorus of shrieks Surging through the skull And the pen in awe hit Spilling my blood as ink
My ink claimed from the soul The writhing bodies in my vision And ugliness lurks within the beauty Like a vultures’ search for human heart
Tortured souls writhe beneath each page As the mind attempt to reassert normalcy Facsimile edition of the living conflict Threatening to erupt within me another civil war
I welcome the use of madness as ingredient The visual impression within each poem The manifestation of neuroses within the poet Like the anguished shrieks from the Somaliland
I want to dramatise the turmoil within Of the black sinew of merchandized warriors Blending perfectly with the African landscape And the psychological criticism of my person.
© O. Sylvester 08/2007 Letters to the EditorSend all letters and/or Op-Ed pieces to “The Poet’s Bench”, P.O. Box 421324, San Francisco, CA 94142. We can be reached by phone at 415. 655.9031 Or on the net at [email protected]. The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea - An Opinion (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 werechildren. 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 abrother 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 onmany 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 43children 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 abouthow 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? On the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea: A Reply to Marvin X – An OpinionBy J. Vern Cromartie Once again, you have demonstrated great insight about a crucial problem which has plagued Black social movements since the days of Marcus Garvey, namely brothers killing brothers over disagreements. History indicates that Noble Drew Ali, a leader of the MoorishAmerican Temple was killed by brothers; James W. H. Eason, a former leader of the UNIA, was killed by brothers; and Malcolm X, a former leader of the Nationof Islam, was killed by brothers. We also know that the infamous split in the Black Panther Party led to Samuel Napier and Robert Webb being killed by brothers. As you have said, the time has come for brothers with opposing points of view and from opposing parties to sit down to reason together and not let things get out of hand and break down into Black-on-Black violence. It is clear that Black men and Black women with social consciousness must practice nonviolence with each other and one another as we interact and address theissues of the day. As Black men and Black women, we must learn to agree to disagree on some issues and not want to kill each other and one another over a disagreement. To do otherwise is to continue to perpetuate the slave mentality which reduced proud African people into self-hating caricatures who believed the folk saying that, "A N--- ain't s---." Clearly, we must learn from the mistakes of the past and build a new future forour people that will allow the descendants of ChaunceyBailey and the descendants of Yusef Bey to be able tohave a viable future inside the belly of Amerikkka.© J.V. Cromartie 08/2007 2007-08-08 04:03:18 GMT
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