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In The Black Liberation Night- The Black Panthers And The Struggle For The
Ten-Point Program-Eleven –A Defense Of One’s Own
All hell was breaking loose in Mississippi in 1964 after
they found those boys, those civil rights worker boys over in some ditch in
Philadelphia (hell was breaking out before and after too but that year got
everybody’s attention North and South, abolitionist and redneck, because a showdown was coming no question). Even Jacob
Block knew some hard-ass stuff was coming down as isolated as he was from white
folks (and other black folk too) on his poor excuse of a share crop farm about
fifty miles outside of Hattiesburg. As he thought about it afterwards, after
all hell had broken loose in his little world and its environs, he should have
known it would come to that, come to a confrontation with Mister, or Mister’s
rednecks acting in his name. Hell, his great-grandfather on his mother’s side,
Ezra Bond, had jumped his plantation over near Savannah, Georgia, to walk down
and join Colonel Thomas Wentworth Higginson’s 2nd South Carolina
Volunteers and raise some hell with the boys in grey. And later some cousin had
been lynched right in broad daylight down near Biloxi, a big feisty rabid white
crowd watching on, watching on with glee from what he had heard just because that
cousin had tried, shotgun in hand, to defense his woman when some white rascal
got his lust habits on. Yes, he should have known, known it was in the blood
that when the deal went down he had to do something, had to defend his own, his
sweet Martha, and the little ones.
Jacob did not know how he had first found out they
were coming, about the redneck rampage, maybe something overheard in Otis
Junction when he went to get his monthly provisions, maybe from somebody at the
Lord’s Worship Baptist Church over in Oxbridge that time he went for Jim
Jackson’s daughter’s wedding. But no question either that they were coming,
coming to throw the worst fear into every last “nigger” (their term, always
their term even when directly speaking to a negro, just one more way to put the
black man behind the eight ball) within one hundred miles of Hattiesburg once
they heard that some blacks were going right to the farms to get other blacks,
farmers and small town dwellers alike, to register to vote, to exercise their
American-given right to have a say in things. He had never voted, never cared
if he voted, and never even really tried once he had gotten wise to Mister Jim
Crow and his ways even though he could, mother taught, read and write as well
as any white man in the county, hell, maybe in the state of Mississippi. He
wanted no trouble, wanted no part of Mister, no part of confronting Mister Jim
Crow and just wanted to be left alone. And that was that.
That was that until he heard about those
Philadelphia boys, and until he had heard that they had, that white trash that
had been put up to it by Mister and his damn White Citizens Councils, burned
down Jack Lewis’ place, his beautiful little shack that he had spent half a
life time trying to fix up, when he decided to lead his fellow church people to
Hattiesburg to register to vote. Jacob still did not care whether he voted or
not, registered or not, but since he was, the way things were going, to be
targeted anyway just for being black, poor and nothing but a sharecropper well
that was enough. Enough to get him and a few fellows, young bucks, sons of
farmers he had met over the years although he did not know them or their sons
well, and get ready to defend their land, come hell or high water, defend the
land like some avenging angels arms in hand like they were heeding some ghost call
from that old black abolitionist rabble-rouser Frederick Douglass with his call
“to arms, sable warriors, to arms, the hour is at hand” to fight for freedom
one more time.
Yah, it had come to that, come to simple black
manhood time, time to either keep that lifetime head bent down, or walk on two
black feet. And when it came to that showdown they were ready as Ebby Johnson’s
son, William, a veteran of Korea, showed them how to use their shotguns to
effect. And that knowledge came in handy one night, one night when they heard
that a gang of whites was heading up Traversville Road about ten miles from
Jacob’s land in three cars shooting and slowly setting fires at random and
watching their handiwork. Probably drunk too Jacob (and William) figured. So
they set an ambush around Tyler Road, dark, with high ground and easy escape.
And that night, whether it ever got recorded, reported, or noted, a small cadre
of black men, black avenging angels (no niggers, nigras, or even negroes now)
sent a fusillade of shotgun fire down at the three cars coming up that black
night Mississippi road. And, you know, no marauding rednecks ever came within
twenty miles of Jacob Block’s land again. And while he never took the time to
register to vote when that became easier later he was always at pains to tell everybody he knew that one sweaty fearful night
he had done all the voting he needed to
do…
We believe that black people will not be free until we are able to
determine our destiny.
We believe that the federal government is responsible and obligated to give
every man employment or a guaranteed income. We believe that if the white American
businessmen will not give full employment, then the means of production should
be taken from the businessmen and placed in the community so that the people of
the community can organize and employ all of its people and give a high
standard of living.
We believe that this racist government has robbed us and now we are
demanding the overdue debt of forty acres and two mules. Forty acres and two
mules was promised 100 years ago as restitution for slave labor and mass murder
of black people. We will accept the payment as currency which will be
distributed to our many communities. The Germans are now aiding the Jews in
Israel for the genocide of the Jewish people. The Germans murdered six million
Jews. The American racist has taken part in the slaughter of over 50 million
black people; therefore, we feel that this is a modest demand that we make.
We believe that if the white landlords will not give decent housing to our
black community, then the housing and the land should be made into cooperatives
so that our community, with government aid, can build and make decent housing
for its people.
We believe in an educational system that will give to our people a
knowledge of self. If a man does not have knowledge of himself and his position
in society and the world, then he has little chance to relate to anything else.
We believe that black people should not be forced to fight in the military
service to defend a racist government that does not protect us. We will not
fight and kill other people of color in the world who, like black people, are
being victimized by the white racist government of America. We will protect
ourselves from the force and violence of the racist police and the racist
military, by whatever means necessary.
We believe we can end police brutality in our black community by organizing
black self-defense groups that are dedicated to defending our black community
from racist police oppression and brutality. The Second Amendment to the
Constitution of the United States gives a right to bear arms. We therefore
believe that all black people should arm themselves for self defense.
We believe that all black people should be released from the many jails and
prisons because they have not received a fair and impartial trial.
We believe that the courts should follow the United States Constitution so
that black people will receive fair trials. The 14th Amendment of the U.S.
Constitution gives a man a right to be tried by his peer group. A peer is a
person from a similar economic, social, religious, geographical, environmental,
historical and racial background. To do this the court will be forced to select
a jury from the black community from which the black defendant came. We have
been, and are being tried by all-white juries that have no understanding of the
"average reasoning man" of the black community.
When in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to
dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and to
assume, among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which
the laws of nature and nature's God entitle them, a decent respect to the
opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel
them to the separation.
We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal;
that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights; that
among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That, to secure
these rights, governments are instituted among men, deriving their just powers
from the consent of the governed; that, whenever any form of government becomes
destructive of these ends, it is the right of the people to alter or to abolish
it, and to institute a new government, laying its foundation on such
principles, and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most
likely to effect their safety and happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate
that governments long established should not be changed for light and transient
causes; and accordingly, all experience hath shown, that mankind are more
disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by
abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But, when a long train of
abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariable the same object, evinces a design
to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty,
to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future
security.
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