Try and figure out what’s going on with WordPress.
It keeps swallowing up my pieces and putting them places I can’t get to easily – at least on the iPhone app. –
Luckily I had clumsily selected to receive copies of my published pieces via email (I was too lazy to change the setting) and that’s how I found out where it was.)
I love sharing this experience.
It happened when I was pretty young.
After a year (or two) after university, I left to pursue one of my other Passions –
A la Isadora Duncan style.
(In other words.)
I was primed for revolution.
Starting with my exposure to Black Radical politics of the 70s – you know, the forefathers of the black yuppies – while I attended a high school where I was a minority.
And I liked those politics.
POWER TO THE PEOPLE.
What’s wrong with that?
Why is thatradical?
I loved the stuff.
The Blank Panthers.
I dug it.
When Jackson showed his ability to unite the Black People.
Through these auditorium filled meets on Saturdays.
I never attended one.
But a friend had asked me to go.
Now I regret that I didn’t.
When I was sixteen I found myself sitting between two Black Panther in a City of Chicago van. Then they received help from the city to organize. As a political and social entity.
Imagine doing that now.
That would be the equivalent of the US government saying:
This way, please. For terrorist training camp.
So there I was.
Slight and fragile.
Anchored on either side by two men made of bricks.
There was no way I was gonna get hurt sitting between them.
One was older.
In his forties.
He was my bodyguard.
He wore a black blazer.
And wore sunglasses –
Can’t remember now.
Maybe it was the other guy?
The other one was younger.
Maybe late twenties to early thirties.
He was big and toned.
And his face reminded me of a snakes.
Good peripheral vision.
Eyes placed at the edge of the face.
And the face was designed similarly.
The most prominent part was the tip of a triangular design.
And that was – happened if you took a pencil and drew on line down the middle: forehead and nose.
To fill that pattern out, the rest of the face looked pulled back –
Like a snake’s.
(Sorry about that.
Have no idea if it makes any sense.)
He wore a hat on his head.
Not a beret.
But one of those wool hats that are flat on top and have a little visor up front …
Maybe he’s the one who wore the glasses.
I have no recollection of what we talked about –
But we did talk.
They asked me questions, I remember.
Especially the guy in the blazer.
While the other one mostly listened.
The purpose of the trip was to pick up supplies the city had donated to the organization –
Paper and writing supplies.
(I don’t even remember that part!
But it may have been that the supplies were already in the van.)
They dropped me off first.
I think that because I remember having to climb over the big guy to get out.
But before that happened.
When they knew I was gonna be dropped off …
The one in the blazer handed me a couple of nuggets of Hash.
I was totally surprised.
I felt as though we had connected in some deeper fashion.
And I saved it.
What differentiates me from others while aware there are others like me out there.