Monday, November 30, 2009

Put down that turkey for a minute...

Put down that turkey for a minute and drop a few lines about the indigenous nation in your area. Nothing elaborate, keep it simple. 

I will kick it off. 

I'm in Boston. A major group in the New England area are the Wampanoag, a confederation consisting of 69 "tribes," including the Mashpee. A sizable number of Wampanoag's married African Americans.

The Pahtuksut Wampanoags rescued the "Pilgrims" from starvation at Plymouth. The "Pilgrims" returned the favor with genocidal pogroms. Thanksgiving is the mythical account of Wampanoag and English settler contact. 

A Mashpee sista wearing white sash and crown [1]

Foxx Family Wedding (Mashpee Wampanoag), 2008 [2]
Penny Gamble Williams and Thunder Williams [3]

                                                    


[1] Photo source: kathy sharp frisbee

[2] From left: Anne, Monet, Majai, Aisha, and Maurice Foxx. Photo by Kevin Cartwright. Courtesy NMAI. [Source: American Indian News Service].

[3] Source: American Indian News Service] (DAP @ Adia)

tags: african american, first people, holidays, holocaust, identity, indian, mashpee, massachusetts, native american, race, wampanoag

myegypt.co.uk

The best of Egypt blogs

Click on the photos to enlarge
http://egyptwildlife.blogspot.com/ birds of Egypt
http://egyptswildlife2.blogspot.com/
birds of Egypt
http://www.nilelife.blogspot.com/ photos from around Luxor Egypt
http://www.nilelife2.blogspot.com/ photos from around Luxor Egypt
http://egyptdragonflies.blogspot.com/ Dragons and damsels
http://insectsonwings.blogspot.com/ butterflies and bugs
http://myegypttours.blogspot.com Tombs and temples of Egypt
http://mydeserttrip.blogspot.com/ new in the process of building lots of photos of the white desert already on. 30/11/09
http://reflectionsofegypt.blogspot.com/ A trip down the Nile
http://tonythevolunteer.blogspot.com/
www.myegypt.co.uk my website

myegypt.co.uk


Click on the photos to enlarge
http://egyptwildlife.blogspot.com/ birds of Egypt
http://egyptswildlife2.blogspot.com/
birds of Egypt
http://www.nilelife.blogspot.com/ photos from around Luxor Egypt
http://www.nilelife2.blogspot.com/ photos from around Luxor Egypt
http://egyptdragonflies.blogspot.com/ Dragons and damsels
http://insectsonwings.blogspot.com/ butterflies and bugs
http://myegypttours.blogspot.com Tombs and temples of Egypt
http://mydeserttrip.blogspot.com/ new in the process of building lots of photos of the white desert already on. 30/11/09
http://reflectionsofegypt.blogspot.com/ A trip down the Nile
http://tonythevolunteer.blogspot.com/
www.myegypt.co.uk my website

"Ummm, would you mind if we watch you hike?" (DAP @ Chichi)




This really pisses me the hell off! Brotha out there just trynna get his nature on and white folks acting like dey ain't never seen black man hiking. *smdh* 



Black Hiker with Blair Underwood from Blair Underwood


tags: blair underwood, humor, nature, race, stuff white people like


Photo Credit: clipartof.com

Sunday, November 29, 2009

I am an Afrikan: Thabo Mvuyelwa Mbeki




"Today it feels good to be an Afrikan"



tags: thabo mbeki, South Africa, african renaissance

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Public Service Announcement: The GTO "Formalized Slavery Market" prank

Dig it!


Peeps have sent me this link with the following headline a few times:


 "WTO Announces Formalized Slavery Market For Africa"






Its a HOAX




This is the link:


http://www.gatt.org/ 


Click on headline and you get this (click to enlarge). The presenter infiltrated a panel at Wharton and gave a fake presentation. You can read the details here:








• If you follow the links and look at the images on the website its clearly meant to be a parody.


• The website is a clever clone of the official WTO website (WTO replaced GATT in 1995):



WTO
http://www.wto.org/


• Wharton is business school but they ain't into slave markets--at least not formal ones.


• The pranksters go by the name "Yes Men." They are anti-corporate activists who use parody to highlight their cause. See the following links:



Yes Men Official Website:
http://theyesmen.org/





Yes Men on Wikipedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Yes_Men


BBC
http://www.bbc.co.uk/dna/collective/A3682569


tags: hoax wto gatt wharton slavery

The dropped skeleton of a fish.

As I was walking over the bridge Yesterday the Kingfisher did his droppings. isn't that a nice word we do not say our feathered friends have a shit. we say have a drop the reason is because they only have one rear passage. no number one's or two's. getting back to the pile of dropping.
As I walked past the bridge rail I had forgot all about what the bird did yesterday well its not something one dwells on, a bird doing its droppings unless its a seagull that has dropped one on your head while sunbathing on a beach. any way this dropping on the rail caught my attention I thought first it was a cocoon of one of the dragons. my name for the dragonflies, Of which I have another blogspot so I would take a photo of it. then I noticed a fish bone sticking out of it as I was looking at it through the macro lens, aah! I thought its a stool . and my mind raced back to yesterday and the kingfisher doing its business on the rail of the bridge. it was dry to the touch so I dissected it , not afraid of getting my hands dirty me. all it was is bones and fish gills. well do not expect anything else its not a vegitarian, fish and Nile water only on its menu, boring I know but thats nature for you. so now you know what kingfishers drop. click the photo I went to a lot of trouble to get this photo so please have a look at this pile of bird droppings that I now call a skeleton of a fish.


Photos of Thirty seven species of bird to Date 29/11/09
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Customer appreciation

It makes me so happy when somebody buys something in my shop that I want to give them something extra to show my appreciation. So I’ve made some skull brooches for that purpose.
I hope my customers will like their little freebies!

Busy bee

Desperately trying to keep my blog up to date, my apartment clean, to be present at work full time, and to get enough sleep, but all I really want to do is sew new awkward creatures. It’s going slowly but new weird looking friends are still being born and today I’d like to introduce you to #41 Mimi:

Mimi is quite the perfectionist. If something isn’t done completely right, she will do it again until she feels it’s perfect. So she is a slow worker, but a hard worker and she produces quality honey. Mimi loves flower stores, colorful pens and paper and pancakes with honey. And she’s for sale in my etsy store.

Saturday, November 28, 2009

Happy birthday Moem!

Today it’s my mother’s birthday again, she’s only turning 47 and her daughter is already almost 30... I feel she’s young and I’m old! Anyway, I’m talking to her right now on Skype, because it’s midnight at home now so her birthday has just officially started. She’s opening my gift, a hand sewn cow.

Her favorite animal is definitely a cow, I’m not sure why but she has been collecting cows forever. Now she can add a cow à la eleventh monkey complete with hot pink utters! I really hope she likes it. I’m a bit sad I can’t hug and kiss her today, so I’ll just send her virtual hugs and kisses over Skype and Blogger. Happy birthday, x-o-x-o-x!

Just for a beer

This day I had to get off the microbus near the train station because the buses had been diverted away from the temple area this day they are taking more buildings down for the new Avenue of the sphinx. I was on my way to pick up the smoked ham I had ordered 4 weeks ago.
100 meters from the Temple I saw Sheep waiting for the chop. They had made a makeshift pen
on the side of the road later they will be slaughtered most of the Egyptian went to see the slaughter to make sure the meat they buy is halal. Blessed and its throat slit. personaly I think its barbaric. but at least here in Luxor they will not use the head as a football and kick it around the streets . I witnessed this act in Am-Man Jordan,


The spice shop not sure what a drugest store is but anything goes in Egypt
Another first for me I have never seen a donkey with blinkers on.

It seems the charity shop syndrome is on, the girls all look like they have put all the clothes that they bought on at one time. not allowed to take facial photos of the unmarried in fact none of the girls. in case, I was told someone might make fun of them IE putting a head on a donkey.
someone did with the first lady Mrs Suzane Mubarek." ooh dear" If you followers have noticed I have had to take all the female photos off my blogs . strange customs here, oh mr Tony please take my photo. I need money. If I pay for a photo I should be able to do what I like with it even if I put it on the back end of a water Buffalo cow with its tail fly swatting. Now if they ask For A photo I ask for money. nothing for free anymore. must join the way of the Arabs, be hard you want something you pay for it first,

On arrival at my destination these two lady tourists came in with me to the garden restaurant, the Tout knows me or rather has seen me around before. on seeing me sit on my own he Immediately went and and introduced himself to the women . .
Good afternoon ladies I see you are sisters. ( Mother and daughter) so I do not know which one he was insulting? not that he saw it that way because he was addressing the older of the two ,
his aim is to be asked to sit with them. and become their tour Guide, how long you here for. the mother put her hand up and spoke in German to the tout, he said in German he was not good in German. I laughed aloud and thought hes not a good Egyptian Either, then HE turned his attention on the daughter. I only speak English, I speak English also, she said. then she shooed him away like you would a dog. rightly so too .
He then went to sit with his water ( Nile water its free) made out he called someone on his phone, and said sorry I have to Go. now whoever was on the other end of the phone must have been psychic all he did was put press the phone and immediately started to speak . aiwa ashufuk badain, yes I will see you in a minute, no the scam with the touts in the restaurants is this. he sat with whoever in this case 2 ladies, before the waiter arrives . if he gets a little bit of encouragement like, oh yes we need to go and see so and so. he will give the impression He is a fully qualified guide. and converse with the people when the waiter comes he will order beer Saqqara its dearer than Stella beer. he will also order a meal the most expensive, if the people ate eating, half way through the meal he will order another beer. making sure he finishes his meal and beer first then say excuse me I need to go to the toilet. thats the last the tourist will see of him and they are left with the bill. the waiter in most cases are in on this scam . the tout will then come back later or when its safe to do so and claim his 30% commission , so not only does he get a meal and refreshment. he also gets a cut on the total bill of the unsuspecting Guests.
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Maretim Luxor

The birds have mooved not Migrated but just gone to their own blog
http://birdinginegypt.blogspot.com/
This Island was bought by the Hotel
maritem. They also renamed the Island kings Island for obvious reasons. but to me its crocodile island. and its from the bridge that todays birds and fowl were photographed. the sparrows are photographed on my balcony roof.
View of bridge from what was Banana Island. this a good hotel to base for birdwatching in Luxor.
but be warry if the money hungry guards and Taxi drivers. they do have there own free transport to and from luxor town centre,

Love this tree

View both sides of the bridge

reflections in the Nile

Friday, November 27, 2009

Inglewood: A city white people avoid--except for an occasional art show

dig it.


This is kinda rare, so I thought I might pass it along.


A positive story in the Los Angeles Times about my hometown, Inglewood. Its a short article about a fledgling art commune. The commune hosted their second annual exhibition several weeks back:







Organizers
latimes.com/news/local/la-me-banks21-2009nov21,0,2335042.column

latimes.com

SANDY BANKS

An underground renaissance in Inglewood

A gallery tour shows a thriving art community hidden in a gritty, industrial area.

Sandy Banks
November 21, 2009

I was tired of staring at that blank space on my hallway wall. For years, I'd been searching for just the right artistic statement for the spot at the bottom of my stairs -- something to brighten my mood when I stumbled down bleary-eyed in the morning, and calm me as I headed upstairs to bed at night.

The Inglewood Open Studios art walk last weekend sounded like the perfect marketplace. With 16 local artists showing paintings, photos and tapestries, surely I could find something colorful, culturally resonant and -- forgive me -- cheap. [must "cultural resonance" be "cheap"? kzs]

I expected African masks, [And?? kzs]watercolor images of children at play and paintings of rural women balancing baskets on their heads -- images that might speak to me.

What I found were creations that went beyond my pedestrian sensibilities -- sculptures fashioned from junkyard finds; canvases dotted with chunks of paint, molded into giant geometric designs.

And artists whose passions just might spark a beleaguered city's cultural renaissance.

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I thought I'd landed in the wrong spot when I pulled up to the East Hyde Park Boulevard address for the start of the art walk. It was a brick storefront with bars on the door. Across the street, the sidewalk was piled with clothes and toys, tended by two women straight out of a Frida Kahlo painting.

The art gallery was airy and bright, the guest book only had names on a few lines and the hors d'oeuvres looked untouched. I grabbed a map and began the tour. The next hours would take me through studios hidden behind auto repair shops, tucked between dry cleaners and beauty salons; into giant, light-filled salons and cluttered alcoves that looked like college dorms.

The art walk was a coming-out party for the eclectic, loose-knit confederation of artists -- aging hippies and college professors, a professional architect, a self-styled urban griot, muralists and photographers -- turning Inglewood into an unlikely haven for avant-garde art
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Read the rest of the article here.

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I had a fleeting thought that maybe this was the beginning of a gentrification misadventure but I sorta doubt it. Its still kinda rare to see white people in Inglewood.
I can remember back in the day watching nice cars filing in and out of town by way of Manchester Ave. to or from a Laker game at the Inglewood Forum.




The Lakers have since abandoned us for more glamourous digs in Downtown Los Angeles. (And I now live a stone's throw from what Laker fans understand to be enemy territory--Boston.)


I have occasionally heard rumors about white folks "taking back Inglewood." I have come to regard these rumors as urban legends--nothing has ever materialized. Well, actually something has changed. Inglewood is still one of the blackest cities in the nation, but it now has a majority Latino/a population. But in the eyes of most white folks, Inglewood remains something like Sudan or DRC--its a place that tourists are advised to avoid. It is not difficult to find travel advice online warning people to stay away from Inglewood. I googled this one using the keywords "avoid inglewood" a few hours ago:

Any areas of town we should avoid? 
Avoid Inglewood and Compton, especially at night. 
[Source: Tango Diva]


LOL! 


Apparently the dude who issued this particular warning, Taylor Canel, is a professional soccer player and played collegiate soccer at UCLA. He is on Facebook so I thought I might heckle him. But then I remembered that my mom, who still lives in Inglewood, tells me more-or-less the same thing. "Kwame! Don't go out at night," she warns, "times have changed!" . 


On the flip side, when I attended UCLA, I avoided Westwood after midnight for fear of encountering drunken white guys. And when I was a kid I can recall that I sometimes would catch a bus alone from Inglewood to Redondo Beach (see map, roughly 13 miles  southwest) to go fishing. 

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On a few of these excursions a random crakkka would shout "nigger!" from a passing car. It didn't happen often, but it happened. So, no, I won't bother heckling Taylor. Danger, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder, I suppose. 


But I am left wondering that if Taylor's friends avoid Inglewood then how the hell are they gonna see the avant-garde art show? Or would they even care? 


tags: Boston, crime, Celtics, compton, gentrification, inglewood, Lakers, redondo beach, stereotypes, the Inglewood Forum, urban legends

Famous Ethiopian singer Manalemosh Dibo passed away (Dap @ Terry)


[Source: Ethiopian Review]






manalemosh diboOne of Ethiopia’s most popular singers, Manalemosh Dibo, passed away today from natural causes, according to news sources inEthiopia.
Manalemosh died in South Africa where she went to receive medical treatment after suffering from intestinal cancer for over a year.
Before going to South Africa Manalemosh was receiving treatment at Tikur Anbessa (Black Lion) Hospital in Addis Ababa. When her condition deteriorated, Tikur Anbessadoctors recommended that she gets treatment abroad. Ethiopian billionaire Al Amoudi covered her expenses to travel to South Africa.
Manalemosh was a young singer who's popularity grew with each song she released. She is particularly well-known for her traditional songs such as Asabelew, Awdamet, and Minjar.
Below is a video of one of her most popular and Ethiopian Review's favorite songs:


tags: cancer, entertainment, ethiopia, music, oromo

Update: The New York Times has just published a longer more detailed obituary for Brother Blue (H/T MAN)



Published: November 26, 2009
Hugh Morgan Hill, who as the storyteller known as Brother Blue captivated passers-by on the streets of Boston and Cambridge, Mass., with his parables, life stories and idiosyncratic retellings ofShakespeare’s plays, and who became a fixture at storytelling conferences aherings in the United States and abroad, died on Nov. 3 at his home in Cambridge. He was 88.

Hugh Morgan Hill


The death was confirmed by his wife, Ruth.
Mr. Hill, a playwright by training, began attracting audiences in the late 1960s when he took to the streets and started declaiming as 
Brother Blue.

He was hard to miss, a gangly black man dressed from head to toe in blue, with blue-tinted glasses, a blue stocking cap or beret, and blue butterflies drawn on his face and palms with a felt-tip pen. Blessed with a resonant voice and a commanding stage presence, he was equal parts entertainer, shaman, motivational speaker and, as he liked to say, “holy fool.”

“He was the John Coltrane of storytelling,” said Warren Lehrer, author of the 1995 book “Brother Blue: A Narrative Portrait of Brother Blue, a k a Dr. Hugh Morgan Hill,” who first encountered Mr. Hill in the early 1980s. “He had his repertoire, but he would improvise, working off news items, or things he was seeing at the moment, or people in the audience, with parenthetical digressions as thoughts occurred to him.”

Read the rest of the article here.


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This is sad news. 

It seems anytime I was wandering around Cambridge I would run into Brother Blue and his wife, Ruth. We had some looongggg conversations, some debates, some laughs. You were a wonderful elder, always upbeat and inspiring. And I remember listening to you close all of those boring academic lectures at the Barker Center with a clever mix of prose and poetry. You will be missed.

Peace and infinite blessings be with you, Brother Blue.

With love and admiration,

kzs



p.s. I thought I would use this space to also remember Baba Butch, the un-housed street corner pundit who hung out in front of the old PCS-Sprint store on Church St. in Cambridge, just a short block from Harvard University. Butch and I used to discuss state of the Black world: Africa, colonialism, Kwame Nkrumah, Patrice Lumumba, Black Love, Malcolm X, and more. Butch died last year with no fanfare. 

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Hugh M. Hill; weaved stories as Brother Blue

(Amy Newman/Globe Photo)Dr. Hugh Morgan Hill, the official storyteller of both Cambridge and Boston, died Tuesday at age 88.
By Talia Whyte
Globe Correspondent / November 6, 2009

Calling himself Brother Blue, he was best known for his passionate, uplifting storytelling, sensitive ear, and mentoring of other raconteurs in Boston and Cambridge.


Dr. Hugh Morgan Hill, an internationally renowned performance artist and official storyteller of both Cambridge and Boston, died in his Cambridge home Tuesday after a brief illness. He was 88.

“He believed deeply in the medium of storytelling because it brought people together, and he was delighted to be around others who liked to tell stories,’’ said Jay O’Callahan, a storyteller from Marshfield.

Born in Cleveland, Dr. Hill served in the Army in both Europe and Asia from 1943 to 1946 during World War II, leaving as a first lieutenant.

He earned his bachelor’s degree in social relations from Harvard University in 1948, a masters in fine arts in playwriting from the Yale School of Drama in 1953, and a doctorate in storytelling from Union Graduate School in 1973, which was a collaborative initiative between Harvard and Episcopal Divinity School in Cambridge.

He started his career as a storyteller in the late 1960s, when he traveled to prisons throughout the state with his wife, Ruth Edmonds Hill.

He had met his wife while he was an undergraduate at Harvard and she was a student at Simmons in the early ’50s.

According to family friend and storyteller Laura Packer of Malden, he changed his name to Brother Blue to have a moniker that would help him connect with the prisoners.

He was not above playing the jester, she said. “It was important to him to be eccentric and be the fool in the room to grab attention so others would feel comfortable being a fool, too.’’

Dr. Hill also was known for the butterfly painted on his face and hands. Packer said the butterfly represented his late brother Tommy. Growing up, Tommy, who was mentally disabled, was fascinated by butterflies and had a sense of humanity Dr. Hill thought many lacked. Dr. Hill spoke often about his brother, who died young but lived freely, like a butterfly - beautiful and delicate.

Over the years, Dr. Hill became a Cambridge personality with his eccentric blue attire and provocative storytelling in and around Harvard and Central squares, as well as at festivals and workshops.

Packer met Dr. Hill in Harvard Square in 1986, and said the meeting changed her life, helping her realize storytelling also was her calling.

“I was just mesmerized by him,’’ she said. “He told me once ‘You have the power,’ and that was it for me.’’

Packer also recalled a time when Dr. Hill and his wife were in a Cambridge cafe and a man down on his luck came to them, pleading for money to take a bus home to New Hampshire. Dr. Hill was so inspired by the man’s story of hardship that he passed a hat so patrons could contribute.

For other narrators, Dr. Hill was a centerpiece in the local community.

He made such an impression that Warren Leher wrote the 1995 biography “Brother Blue: A Narrative Portrait of Brother Blue A.K.A. Dr. Hugh Morgan Hill.’’ In 2003, Somerville’s Yellow Moon Press published “Ahhhh! A Tribute to Brother Blue and Ruth Edmonds Hill,’’ a compilation of stories, poems, and photos submitted by area poets, writers, and artists and dedicated to the Hills.

Dr. Hill also received many international awards for his art, including the lifetime achievement award from the National Storytelling Network in 1999 and the Corporation for Public Broadcasting Local Programming Award.

By resolution of the city councils, Brother Blue has the distinction of being the official storyteller of Cambridge and Boston.

Fellow storyteller Kevin Brooks of Malden was inspired by Dr. Hill while a student at MIT. He described him as the father of modern storytelling, someone who sometimes walked around Harvard Square barefoot.

Brooks recalled the way Dr. Hill attracted others during a Shakespearean storytelling event at MIT. At first, most of the audience appeared ambivalent toward the elderly man dressed in blue, but they quickly became engaged when he invited audience members on stage to participate.

“The students were speechless,’’ Brooks said. “After the performance, people just surrounded him, wanting to know more about him.’’

His wife said he made his living telling stories; he didn’t have a “standard job,’’ she said.

On Tuesday afternoon, shortly before he died, she said, he told her a love story.

In addition to his wife, Dr. Hill leaves his sister, Beatrice of Streetsboro, Ohio.

A brief service is planned for Monday, at 1 p.m. in Pittsfield Cemetery in Pittsfield. A memorial service will be held at a later date.

[Source: Boston Globe]

Thursday, November 26, 2009

THE SUPPRESSED SPEECH OF WAMSUTTA (FRANK B.) JAMES, WAMPANOAG Nation (H/T Nkrumah)



THE SUPPRESSED SPEECH OF
WAMSUTTA (FRANK B.) JAMES, WAMPANOAG
To have been delivered at Plymouth, Massachusetts, 1970


ABOUT THE DOCUMENT:
Three hundred fifty years after the Pilgrims began their invasion of the land of the Wampanoag, their "American" descendants planned an anniversary celebration. Still clinging to the white schoolbook myth of friendly relations between their forefathers and the Wampanoag, the anniversary planners thought it would be nice to have an Indian make an appreciative and complimentary speech at their state dinner. Frank James was asked to speak at the celebration. He accepted. The planners, however , asked to see his speech in advance of the occasion, and it turned out that Frank James' views — based on history rather than mythology — were not what the Pilgrims' descendants wanted to hear. Frank James refused to deliver a speech written by a public relations person. Frank James did not speak at the anniversary celebration. If he had spoken, this is what he would have said:



I speak to you as a man -- a Wampanoag Man. I am a proud man, proud of my ancestry, my accomplishments won by a strict parental direction ("You must succeed - your face is a different color in this small Cape Cod community!"). I am a product of poverty and discrimination from these two social and economic diseases. I, and my brothers and sisters, have painfully overcome, and to some extent we have earned the respect of our community. We are Indians first - but we are termed "good citizens." Sometimes we are arrogant but only because society has pressured us to be so.

It is with mixed emotion that I stand here to share my thoughts. This is a time of celebration for you - celebrating an anniversary of a beginning for the white man in America. A time of looking back, of reflection. It is with a heavy heart that I look back upon what happened to my People.

Even before the Pilgrims landed it was common practice for explorers to capture Indians, take them to Europe and sell them as slaves for 220 shillings apiece. The Pilgrims had hardly explored the shores of Cape Cod for four days before they had robbed the graves of my ancestors and stolen their corn and beans. Mourt's Relation describes a searching party of sixteen men. Mourt goes on to say that this party took as much of the Indians' winter provisions as they were able to carry.

Massasoit, the great Sachem of the Wampanoag, knew these facts, yet he and his People welcomed and befriended the settlers of the Plymouth Plantation. Perhaps he did this because his Tribe had been depleted by an epidemic. Or his knowledge of the harsh oncoming winter was the reason for his peaceful acceptance of these acts. This action by Massasoit was perhaps our biggest mistake. We, the Wampanoag, welcomed you, the white man, with open arms, little knowing that it was the beginning of the end; that before 50 years were to pass, the Wampanoag would no longer be a free people.

What happened in those short 50 years? What has happened in the last 300 years? History gives us facts and there were atrocities; there were broken promises - and most of these centered around land ownership. Among ourselves we understood that there were boundaries, but never before had we had to deal with fences and stone walls. But the white man had a need to prove his worth by the amount of land that he owned. Only ten years later, when the Puritans came, they treated the Wampanoag with even less kindness in converting the souls of the so-called "savages." Although the Puritans were harsh to members of their own society, the Indian was pressed between stone slabs and hanged as quickly as any other "witch."

And so down through the years there is record after record of Indian lands taken and, in token, reservations set up for him upon which to live. The Indian, having been stripped of his power, could only stand by and watch while the white man took his land and used it for his personal gain. This the Indian could not understand; for to him, land was survival, to farm, to hunt, to be enjoyed. It was not to be abused. We see incident after incident, where the white man sought to tame the "savage" and convert him to the Christian ways of life. The early Pilgrim settlers led the Indian to believe that if he did not behave, they would dig up the ground and unleash the great epidemic again.

The white man used the Indian's nautical skills and abilities. They let him be only a seaman -- but never a captain. Time and time again, in the white man's society, we Indians have been termed "low man on the totem pole."

Has the Wampanoag really disappeared? There is still an aura of mystery. We know there was an epidemic that took many Indian lives - some Wampanoags moved west and joined the Cherokee and Cheyenne. They were forced to move. Some even went north to Canada! Many Wampanoag put aside their Indian heritage and accepted the white man's way for their own survival. There are some Wampanoag who do not wish it known they are Indian for social or economic reasons.

What happened to those Wampanoags who chose to remain and live among the early settlers? What kind of existence did they live as "civilized" people? True, living was not as complex as life today, but they dealt with the confusion and the change. Honesty, trust, concern, pride, and politics wove themselves in and out of their [the Wampanoags'] daily living. Hence, he was termed crafty, cunning, rapacious, and dirty.
History wants us to believe that the Indian was a savage, illiterate, uncivilized animal. A history that was written by an organized, disciplined people, to expose us as an unorganized and undisciplined entity. Two distinctly different cultures met. One thought they must control life; the other believed life was to be enjoyed, because nature decreed it. Let us remember, the Indian is and was just as human as the white man. The Indian feels pain, gets hurt, and becomes defensive, has dreams, bears tragedy and failure, suffers from loneliness, needs to cry as well as laugh. He, too, is often misunderstood.

The white man in the presence of the Indian is still mystified by his uncanny ability to make him feel uncomfortable. This may be the image the white man has created of the Indian; his "savageness" has boomeranged and isn't a mystery; it is fear; fear of the Indian's temperament!

High on a hill, overlooking the famed Plymouth Rock, stands the statue of our great Sachem, Massasoit. Massasoit has stood there many years in silence. We the descendants of this great Sachem have been a silent people. The necessity of making a living in this materialistic society of the white man caused us to be silent. Today, I and many of my people are choosing to face the truth. We ARE Indians!

Although time has drained our culture, and our language is almost extinct, we the Wampanoags still walk the lands of Massachusetts. We may be fragmented, we may be confused. Many years have passed since we have been a people together. Our lands were invaded. We fought as hard to keep our land as you the whites did to take our land away from us. We were conquered, we became the American prisoners of war in many cases, and wards of the United States Government, until only recently.
Our spirit refuses to die. Yesterday we walked the woodland paths and sandy trails. Today we must walk the macadam highways and roads. We are uniting We're standing not in our wigwams but in your concrete tent. We stand tall and proud, and before too many moons pass we'll right the wrongs we have allowed to happen to us.

We forfeited our country. Our lands have fallen into the hands of the aggressor. We have allowed the white man to keep us on our knees. What has happened cannot be changed, but today we must work towards a more humane America, a more Indian America, where men and nature once again are important; where the Indian values of honor, truth, and brotherhood prevail.

You the white man are celebrating an anniversary. We the Wampanoags will help you celebrate in the concept of a beginning. It was the beginning of a new life for the Pilgrims. Now, 350 years later it is a beginning of a new determination for the original American: the American Indian.

There are some factors concerning the Wampanoags and other Indians across this vast nation. We now have 350 years of experience living amongst the white man. We can now speak his language. We can now think as a white man thinks. We can now compete with him for the top jobs. We're being heard; we are now being listened to. The important point is that along with these necessities of everyday living, we still have the spirit, we still have the unique culture, we still have the will and, most important of all, the determination to remain as Indians. We are determined, and our presence here this evening is living testimony that this is only the beginning of the American Indian, particularly the Wampanoag, to regain the position in this country that is rightfully ours.

Wamsutta
September 10, 1970

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Wednesday, November 25, 2009

TONIGHT 10PM!! Sam Greenlee Author of "Spook Who Sat by the Door" interview

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One of the most exciting times in my life was running into Baba Sam Greenlee near the DuSable Museum of  African American History in Chicago. He was humble, unassuming, and generous with his time. I recall being distressed when I realized that Mr. Greenlee scrapes by with virtually no income. We really should do better by our elders...


The screen adaption of Sam Greenlee's Spook Who Sat by the Door is one of my all-time favorite movies. It is what black media should be. The plot: a black man infiltrates the CIA, quits, trains local black gangs in military tactics to bring down da Man


Greenlee also wrote Baghdad Blues, a quasi-memoir of his previous career as a foreign service officer during the late 50s (?) in Iraq. A key theme in the book is the historical moment wherein Iraqi and  African American revolution intersected on a the larger geopolitical canvas of the "third world" non-alignment movement.


Mr. Greenlee calls his craft "guerilla filmmaking"--a shorthand description of how a filmmaker must navigate around the many barriers erected to discourage politically informed and socially conscious revolutionary black filmmaking:





Freedom Dues

If we're gonna be outsiders, man, take advantage of being outside. If you wanna be a rich ho, then go to Hollywood. If you wanna say something true about black people, then do what we did. Raise the money from the black community and shoot what you want.
Sam Greenlee, "One on One"

Yes, they do make good athletes.
General (Byron Morrow), The Spook Who Sat By the Door
"The bling blings are looking for a white audience," says Sam Greenlee in an interview included on Monarch's DVD of The Spook Who Sat By the Door. "My audience is not white." Comparing his own experience with today's hiphoppish excesses, Greenlee is understandably skeptical of commercial processes. Writer of the 1966 novel on which Ivan Dixon's 1973 film is based, Greenlee's frustrations with history between then and now are palpable.
The Spook Who Sat By the Door remains one of the few uncompromised representations of black armed resistance in the United States. Dewayne Wickham,USA Today columnist, provides context in the DVD's introduction to the film: "It was a story of aggressive reaction to white oppression." On its initial release, the film garnered mixed responses. Whereas, according Wickham, "There was violent reaction in some parts of white America," for many black viewers, it was a wakeup call. Theaters in Chicago, New York, Los Angeles, and Oakland sold out for the three weeks the film was in release. Greenlee and Dixon contend that the FBI pressured the distributor to pull the film (in keeping with other tactics deployed the Bureau's COINTELPRO [Counter Intelligence Program]).


Read entire review here.




Listen to W.E. A.L.L. B.E.  interview of Mr. Greenlee 10pm east coast time (EST) here.


Read W.E. A.L.L. B.E.  Blog entry on Sam Greenlee here.


Topic: The Spook Who Sat By The Door 40 Years Later: A Conversation With Sam Greenlee





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