The Sixties And The Negro Revolution
Part II
Part II
by
R.E. Prindle
Terror On The San Francisco Bay
It was back
in’59 of the old century that I was discharged from the US Navy at Treasure
Island in the middle of the San Francisco Bay.
Thus my adult life began as the Sixties dawned. Who knew?
It was a terrifying period for me. |
| SF Leg Of The Bay Bridge |
I was to take up residence in Oakland the crown jewel, so to speak, of the East Bay. In the three years I had been gone, that is in the cocoon of the Navy, the country had not so much changed as advanced very rapidly. I was more than slightly out of touch. The country was on the cusp of a gigantic leap in scale. I wasn’t.
Without
myself, or as I think, anyone else realizing it, or using the term, the Negro
Revolution was in full swing.
As Charles
De Gaulle, the President of France, once noted:
The US while being a White country acted as a colored country. Thus the US knowingly and purposely sabotaged
European relationships with the colored or, as it was known, The Third
World. The vast majority of the US was
in favor of this course being of a sanctimonious nature feeling quite superior
to the evil Europeans. I was opposed to
it, I liked the way the maps were colored.
But, I was very nearly in a minority of one.
Thus,
however, when the Mau Mau Rebellion in Kenya erupted the US sympathized with
the black Africans. When Ho Chi Minh
defeated the French Foreign Legion at Dien Bien Phu a year later most Americans
believed justice had been served on the evil Europeans. None of us knew at the time that those
howitzers bombarding the FFL were not provided by the USSR; they were of US
manufacture shipped to Hanoi from Okinawa when they were not needed for the
conquest of Japan. Unknowingly the
French were fighting both the Reds and the US.
Negro
revolutionists in the US were turned loose in 1954 when the Supreme Court
subverted American freedom by beginning compulsory integration of the races
with the Brown vs. The Board Of Education of Topeka decision. The hounds of war were loosed. All hell broke loose in Alabama as the famous
and mourned Bull Connor began his legendary career of opposition.
Abetting the
Negro revolution in the US, in 1957 the African State of Ghana was granted its
independence by the withdrawal of Great Britain and then beginning in 1960
colony after colony was made independent until the former virtual colony of
Europe was a congeries of African States filled with warring tribes. I, so far as I know, alone viewed this with
great sadness. The great Quest for the
Source of the Nile as detailed in Alan Moorehead’s great work The White Nile
also published in 1960 had ended in disaster.
The nature and extent of the disaster wouldn’t be realized until the
Africans began the invasion of Europe shortly thereafter.
But I was
just taking the first baby steps leading to the rest of my life. Even if I had been knowledgeable of the
contending forces I would have been a drop in the illimitable ocean. Still, as my own entity, I considered myself
the center of the universe. I considered
the planet the center of the universe, indeed, the only part of the universe
that counted. What effect could the
light emitted by stars from a billion years in the past, the source of which
might even no longer exist, have on me or my home on Earth? None.
I and it were where it was at.
So there I
was a small lone figure, a stranger in the strange land of California, the Fool
of the Tarot deck, taking the first step to begin my journey of a thousand
miles.
Although
from Michigan I had always considered San Francisco my spiritual home
especially the San Francisco Bay Area and now I would become intimate with it
in its entirety and even most of Northern California from Bakersfield to
Redding.
The Bay is
an immense thing stretching from Sacramento and Stockton down to Santa Clara
County, San Jose and what has become known as Silicon Valley. It is like a great wound separating the
communities that border it North and South and East and West. In the attempt do bind it into a unit great
sutures known as bridges crossed the vast waters, the Bay Bridge is eight miles
long, to make the various communities into one.
Even a great
tunnel beneath the waters called the BART- Bay Area Rapid Transit- would be
drilled beneath the bay. A truly
astonishing achievement among such astonishing achievements as the Golden Gate
and San Francisco Bay Bridges.
Further to
the South the equally amazing but built over shallow water is the San Mateo
Bridge and below that the rather commonplace Dumbarton Bridge. To the North above the Bay Bridge is the
major construction of the San Rafael Bridge and above that the Carquinez
Straights bridge. In the Sixties all
these bridges were readily passable without long waits or even waits.
For now the
story is of Oakland. Henry J. Kaiser one
of America’s great industrialists, ran his shipyards there where the so-called
Liberty ships were built. Sixteen
million White men were impressed into the wars of the ‘40s. They were all removed from their jobs into
their uniforms. From this distance I
doubt that sixteen million men were needed at one time, but they were taken
leaving behind the women and Negroes.
The Negroes were in the South so they were entrained to the factories of
the North. This is called the Great
Migration.
After the
wars were over and the White men returned wanting their jobs back the Negroes
kept coming North and West. However the
returning Whites were now competing for the jobs with the Negroes who hadn’t
been there when they left. Then in ’54
came the criminal Brown decision. The
Negroes had been living the high life during the war enjoying wages that could
never have imagined while the Whites were getting their asses shot off around
the world.
The Negroes
kept coming although there were no longer enough jobs for both veterans and
themselves. During the fifties and
sixties thousands per month arrived in the Bay Area transforming it into a
different peoplescape, especially Oakland.
There was a strict segregation.
Oakland is
divided East and West by the great street of East 13th. That street runs from the Bay all the way
through Oakland and the adjoining cities of San Leandro and Hayward all the way
through Niles and Warm Springs, then independent towns to the Nimitz Freeway
where the five towns were incorporated into a city called Fremont. Fifty miles or so.
In Oakland
it was determined that the west of East 13th, West Oakland, would be
abandoned to the Negroes. Now, West
Oakland had a history dating back to the founding of Oakland. It was a fine neighborhood. It had been home to some families for a hundred years. This was an established area. No matter.
As the
Negroes came in their in their thousands and tens of thousands the Whites were
just moved out, a block or two a month.
The rudely displaced Whites, I mean this was a sight to see, had to have
a place to live so huge apartment buildings and great housing developments
beyond the San Leandro border into Hayward and over into Contra Costa County
popped up like mushrooms in Springtime.
Orchards and farmland disappeared beneath concrete.
Contra Costa
(Against the Coast) County just East of Alameda County and its Oakland was a
barren desert irrigated into immense fruit and nut orchards. Truly a desert had been made to bloom.
These
orchards were uprooted and piled along the roads as bulldozers moved in to
clear the land for the houses that would populate that huge desert. Thus an undesirable social situation was
created as tens of thousands Southern socially crude Negroes displaced tens of
thousands of Whites who had to form new communities and associations. Everyone was unhappy and it showed. Tensions were unbearable. A great depression settled over the entire
Bay Area from Sacramento to San Jose and all the Peninsula below San Francisco
and the East Bay. It was fairly
congenial to me as I was suffering from a childhood induced depression myself. It was pretty pathetic though.
Oakland was
in turmoil. It had always been a rough
town. If you want a nice portrayal of
its early days check out Jack London’s Valley Of The Moon, a very nice near
memoir. So anyway, you had his
tremendous influx of really raw material, the rawest, displacing almost
overnight the whole of West Oakland.
I’m not
being critical but as people these Negroes were completely out of touch with a
modern technological world and when I say out of touch I mean neither myself or any White I knew had
any idea of why things were happening or even what was happening that’s how out
of touch they were.
What I write
is a matter of placing in context what I study compared with what I
remember. Some things, like Freudian
motifs, I dimly perceived then, the Mafia presence of course was or should have
been obvious to everyone except J. Edgar Hoover but I couldn’t tell you the
first time I heard he CIA mentioned and I had no idea what the Ford and
Rockefeller Foundations were doing. The
Foundations one discovers were instrumental in many social situations.
The West
Side that the Negroes appropriated was a very nice area in a modest way, very
desirable tree lined streets. It was not
a slum when the Negroes arrived. Being a
flat level naturally air conditioned apron of the Bay the displaced were indeed
unhappy being translated to the desert of Contra Costa. Only the Negroes could disparage West Oakland
as ‘the Flatlands.’
The Negroes
had no social graces or knowledge of what they called ‘the White Man’s law.’ What was to them natural behavior was
condemned by the White Man’s law. By the
time I began showing up in Oakland in the late fifties they were threatening 98th
Street, the boundary between Oakland and San Leandro. The latter city had a Sundown law or custom,
at least. Temporarily at least the
Negroes couldn’t advance beyond 98th.
In the
meantime the behavior that was criminal according to White Man’s law but normal
to the Negro mind multiplied to the detriment of the White population
exponentially plus. No exact accounting
is possible but take the situation at Oakland’s Castlemont High School as an
example. Castlemont was out on the cusp
of the eighties and nineties. The Negro
invasion was in the seventies crossing over into the eighties in ’58 when I
spent my liberty time in Oakland. Castlemont was half White at the time and
wholly hell for that half.
The Negroes
were in beat down and rape mode all the time.
The White students got no sympathy from the community, they were on
their own while any fights the boys had to get involved in were always charged
to them while the guilty Negroes were exonerated. The rapes of the girls were either
disregarded or unreported. They just
expected it.
It was
absolutely essential for them to clear the school directly after the last bell. Negro boys roamed the halls looking for the
tardy girl. I knew a girl from
Castlemont and witnessed the situation.
It was shameful, even criminal, what those parents made their children
endure. I have often wondered what happened to some of them.
As for the
disorder cast into the lives of the Whites who had been forcefully evicted from
homes of perhaps two or three generations it was astonishing to see and also
hazardous for them as they all fought for a shred of old self-esteem and
standing. Many lives were destroyed, but,
we all had to survive. As the chef says,
you have to break a few eggs to make an omelet.
Some chose
rough behavior while serial murders began in earnest probably being more common
than recognized. Those were taut times
in the Bay Area. You had to watch your
step and it got progressively worse.
About ’63 and into ’64 before I entered college full time I had a job
with a mortgage banking firm, Lowell, Smith and Evers. It was there I learned every square inch of
Northern California, except Contra Costa County. When I started the territory was divided
equally but I eventually did all the work except for Contra Costa because my
senior partner, I forget his name, call him Dale, always retained CC for
himself. Perhaps the extreme depression
suited his mental state. What with all
the population transfers CC was a fairly rough place, everyone suspicious of
the other. I learned enough about rough
places myself so Dale could have CC and welcome to it.
Located in
Contra Costa is Mount Diablo- Devil Mountain.
Dale trained me in CC. Dale was a
graduate of Stanford University over on the Peninsula. I forget his major but it had no commercial
value so that upon graduation the only job he could get was selling coffee to
grocery stores in Chicago. Thus he, a
graduate of Stanford University, had to deal with store managers who at best
were high school graduates as equals. It
was more than he could bear. He couldn’t
handle the differential in expectations.
He quit Chicago and came back to the Bay Area.
Our job was
not a quality job, it barely kept us in the white collar class. I never could understand why he accepted
it. He still worked with high school
graduates like myself but even though we were equals he could consider himself
the senior member. This still left him
very bitter. His was a desperate situation.
I still had he college option.
Although
declassed or perhaps because of it he lived near the UC Berkeley campus where
he dropped a tab of acid every day before he left to work CC. Berkley had an LSD experimental lab so Dale
was well supplied. On the first day he
offered me a tab but I declined. For
lunch break that day as every day of training we got a sandwich and he drove
half way up Mt. Diablo to a magnificent lookout spot. Work was just leisure for Dale so these were
two, three, four hour lunches where he would let his acid drenched mind rove
through he stars. He delivered some
magnificent raps that were thoroughly engrossing. I mention this in detail because the Zodiac
killer began his depredations four years later in 1968. Zodiac also had some very cosmic thoughts
centered on Mont Diablo not too different from Dale’s. I have often wondered if Dale was Zodiac.
By 1964 when
Dale and I sat on Mt. Diablo I’d been taking night classes from three different
Junior Colleges- Merritt Campus of OCC- Oakland Community College-, Marin Jr.
College, and Chabot Jr. College in Hayward.
Fall term of ’64 I quit Lowell, Smith and Evers and entered California
State College at Hayward- now styled California State University East Bay- full time.
OCC was an
old high school on the Oakland-Berkeley border so it had a special character,
Oakland with a Berkeley flavor. Of
course ’60 to ’62 when I attended was pre-hippie so there was a different
psychology but the flux and change of demographics had its own special quality.
As I said,
the Bay Area was in turmoil. If you had
a taste for it it was quite wonderful.
There was a change from the culture of the old San Francisco of the
thirties through the fifties in which the DJ Don Sherwood who was on the way
out had been representative and the transition into the sixties of Herb Caen
and LSD, rock and roll and the Black Panthers.
I began OCC at the same time Huey Newton did. Our paths did cross one time. The Neo-Abolitionist Whites had seized
Oakland City College. They were ardent
practitioners of Columbia University’s Eric Foner’s Unfinished Revolution. They were there to finish it so we were part
of the continuation of Reconstruction.
Phase two. The forces of evil
were on the march.
In the
course of my college career I attended the previously mentioned Jr. Colleges
plus Cal State, and grad school at UC Berkeley and UOregon. While all the schools were Liberal none was
involved in the Negro Revolution and Reconstruction like OCC.
In addition the
Homosexual Revolution was in full bloom in the Bay Area while the faculty at
OCC was heavily if not morally infected.
This would involve an additional twist of fate for me. The whole Liberal Coalition was composed of
justified sinners who considered themselves above the law, vigilantes in
effect.
The
Neo-Abolitionists who actually believed they were continuing Reconstruction
against the Rebels now styled us as ‘racists’
were intent on exterminating us as they had been the Southerners. The homosexuals as a semi-secret society were
at war with we heterosexuals. By 1969
and the Stonewall Riots in NYC they actually won a major battle and took
possession of the field. Identifying
themselves with law and virtue they felt no compunction at committing crimes
they could conceal. As Voltaire advised
his followers: strike but conceal your
hand.
Faculty
pressure was put on students to compel them to adopt Neo-Abolitionist
attitudes, rigged so-called debates and really if one were vocal,
expulsion. For some reason the NeoAs
seemed to believe that no one had experience with homosexuals and Negroes even
though Oakland’s high schools were actual rape factories and war zones. Affirmative Action was the order of the day
that is, egregious crimes against Whites.
In my own
instance I sat in class next to this forty some year old Negro. In passing back test papers we had taken I
noticed that this Negro had gotten a B while I had received a C. But then I noticed that he had a score of 64
while I had a 76. Thinking that the
homosexual teacher had made an error I pointed out the incongruity of scores
and grades. The teacher sneered at me
telling me that it was time for Negroes to get a few advantages to redress old
grievances.
I can’t
believe I was picked out to be the recipient of this ‘social justice’ so I presume
the teacher was indulging himself in random acts of criminality. In the event there was no remedy for this
crime so I was somewhat dazed and bewildered not able to understand what was
happening. Discrimination of this kind
was going on constantly.
There
appeared to be agents or spies attempting to trap the unwary into making
comments that could be interpreted as ‘racist’ or ‘homophobic’ although those
terms were not yet in use. Once
identified, as I look back, it seems clear that spies or agents tried to
discredit any so identified. A
homosexual trick was to inject themselves into conversations then correct the
pronunciation of the victim trying to make him look ignorant.
This notion
was probably patterned on the tricks of John F. Kennedy who was running for
president at this time which was 1960.
Anyone who noticed that Kennedy was an Irish Catholic was shouted down
as a bigot yet the 1960 election was a transfer of power from the Anglo-Saxons
to the Celts and from Protestants to Catholics while the Kennedys- Jack, Bobby
and Teddy- passionately embraced the Negro side of the race war. Teddy in 1965 would be instrumental in
changing the immigration act which would allow Africans and West Indians to
immigrate to the US. Most people either
discounted the Irish Catholic background of the Kennedys or were shamed into
silence but Kennedy’s Celtic and Catholic background would be an element in his
assassination three years later.
The
Kennedys’ election triumph was a major change of direction for the country. Had Jack not been assassinated it is probable
that a Jack, Bobby, Teddy succession amounting to twenty-four years of Irish
Catholic rule would have guaranteed a significant if not total shift in mores
not unlike the current Clinton-Bush-Obama succession. It was not for nothing that Jack’s presidency
was styled Camelot after the Celtic King Arthur of Mallory’s Le Morte d’Arthur.
As if to characterize
the change as a break Jack began to change the pronunciation of words. Thus mobile always pronounced as mobul became
mo-bile to the approval of the press corps.
In subsequent years whole dictionaries would change regularly to keep
people on edge. Wholesale name changes
from Peking to Beijing and Bombay to Mumbai would take place.
In seeming
keeping with Jack’s linguistic gymnastics as I was talking to a couple people
an aggressive homo came over. I was
talking about the movie producer Elia Kazan.
As in his movie America America in which he introduced himself as Eel-ya.
I used that pronunciation.
The homo
contradicted me. You could have seen the
loss of credibility on the faces of my listeners. I countered with a request for the correct
pronunciation to which the homo offered E-lie-a. I of course offered Elia’s own pronunciation
from the movie that, fortunately, the others had seen so turning that charge
back. The psychological warfare went on
as continually as the racial warfare but unrecognized as such.
Coming from
the cocoon of the Navy I wasn’t aware of the changes taking place while I was away. They occurred at work as well as at
school. In 1961 I was employed by the
trucking firm P.I.E.- Pacific Inter-Mountain Express- since defunct. I had worked my way up to entry office job
suffering fair humiliation in the process.
One had to actually beg to get one.
And entry level was as a mail boy.
Once there an opening occurred at the Commission Agency Desk for which I
applied and my mailroom supervisor as a favor allowed me to take the job with
many admonitions to watch my step.
I had been
at the desk for a few months when it was announced that we would be employing a
Negro, we were all White to that point.
The Negro had been recruited. He
had no training or experience. He was to
given a grade 4 pay rate. I was a 3
while 4s were rare.
I had been
working full time while attending night school.
As noted when I applied I had to beg my way into a mailboy job. As a boon I had been granted the grade 3 job
at the Commission Agency Desk. Let us
say that I had felt the whip on my back.
Now this unprepared
Negro was being given for free a grade 4 as Affirmative Action which was a term
not yet heard and management knew the guy wasn’t capable of doing the
work. They proposed that I take the desk
next to his which was also a grade 4 and do that work as well as his for
him. Thus I would be doing two grade 4
jobs, and grade 4s were fairly complex, for the pay of one. I would have done it for a grade 5 but they
were too cheap. They’d rather pay a
Negro for nothing than add a dime an hour to my paycheck. C’est la vie.
The guy came
to work but had no interest in learning to do his job. He soon drifted up to a cluster of desks
handled by several attractive young girls where he spent his days romancing
them. For some unknown reason he was
soon gone. Perhaps he quit unable to
endure the burden of having to be anyplace let alone at a consistent 8:30 in
the morning.
Unable to
endure such social injustice I quit. I
had no further encounters with Negroes in either jobs or other educational
institutions until the early seventies.
That doesn’t
mean the Negro revolution didn’t continue to develop in the Bay Area as well as
the curious White attitude toward Reconstruction.
In 1966 the
rapist ‘with intent to murder,’ Eldridge Cleaver was released from prison due to
the efforts of several Jewish women. He
had served only eight years having been incarcerated in 1958. He was very far from reformed, that is, he
was still in paramilitary mode.
Cleaver, as
a Negro, was a vicious person. He said
he developed his raping skills on the West side of East Thirteenth then crossed
over to hunt the big game, White women.
While rape may be a crime by White Man’s law as the Negro thought of it
assaults against White people or their property were acts of war therefor
laudable and not reprehensible. Only
White thickness prevents their seeing the difference in point of view. Thus all Negroes can be seen as paramilitary
troops.
While
Cleaver’s crimes are heinous enough the attitude spread to Whites. Since 1954 and the criminal BOE decision
there had been a steady deterioration of manners and attitudes toward crime
among Whites. White criminals, or
revolutionaries in their term, raised the slogan of expropriating the
expropriators which led to wholesale theft and crimes of violence on an
ideological basis.
The adoption
of Negro manners by an increasing White minority led to the corruption of the
entire White generation. One learned
rudeness in self-defense. I altered my
behavior in order to compete beginning in 1961.
This was all the result of the Board Of Education decision. A well-meaning but ignorant folly.
The Negro
attitudes were aided and abetted by Freudian psychology. The White ideal until the Second
Reconstruction began, for that is what it is, was the notion self-control and
consciousness, the abatement of violent or what Freud would call ‘instinctive’
behavior. He called the suppression of
‘instinctive’ behavior repression.
Freud
thought repression was bad for the person and his health. He called for the indulgence of the
unconscious or liberating the repressed.
During the fifties and sixties the unconscious was increasingly
indulged, the abandonment of repression, or more accurately self-control, was
embraced while self-control was abandoned.
The result was disastrous resulting among other things in the Me
generation.
In 1966 then
Cleaver was released while at the same time, perhaps not coincidentally, Huey
Newton now six years older than when I met him in 1960, formed the Black
Panthers. Rather than a new idea the Panthers
was a logical development of previous years.
In Chicago a paramilitary outfit called The Blackstone Rangers had been
formed. Their crimes they, of course,
thought of as military operations. Only
White Man’s law called them crimes.
In addition
a series of Negro insurgencies, styled riots by Whites, in which cities were
severely damaged had taken place in New York, Philadelphia, Detroit, Chicago
and of course the famous Watts explosion of LA in 1965. These insurgencies would be a continuing recurrence
all through the sixties especially in the major eruptions of ’67 and ’68 which
virtually engulfed the country much like he Tet offensive in Viet Nam. So, Huey’s Black Panthers were just the next
logical step.
Cleaver on
his release was set on creating his own paramilitary group but opted to join
Newton and the Panthers. Newton was not
so militant although he was convicted of murdering an Oakland policeman so that
a rift developed between the two men.
Cleaver did lead an insurgency in West Oakland that resulted in several
deaths. The failure of the insurgency
led to his famous flight to Algeria. It
was then my path crossed with the Negroes once again.
At the time
I was attending grad school at UOregon in Eugene where I had opened a record
store as the ’66 to ’78 golden age of phonograph records, vinyl, was beginning
to take off. Nineteen sixty-eight to
seventy-four was a period of constant unbearable turmoil that had to negatively
affect the national psyche.
The Hippie
emerged in 1966. By 1967 I was one
too. Although the Negroes were a
privileged group the Hippies weren’t.
Restrained in their activities with Negroes the cops turned their fury
on we Hippies. All regards for rights
and laws were thrown out the window. I
fully sympathize with the Negro hatred of the police.
The Black
Panthers engaged in all sorts of bogus community projects that were merely
extortions and shakedowns. At the same
time paramilitary operations continued.
The biggest was the confrontation with authorities at the Democratic
Convention in Chicago. This was a major
battle with the authorities involving the Panthers, the Blackstone Rangers and
others.
While
slightly beyond the sixties paramilitary operations increased leading through
drive by shootings in San Francisco to the Zebra assaults of ’72 and ’73. The stated intent of the Zebra operations was
to activate the race war but the ever tolerant Whites refused to play the Negro
game preferring to call the assaults ‘crimes’ according to White Man’s law and
riots rather than battles according to the law of war.
Hell, even
the 9/11 paramilitaries who leveled the Twin Towers killing 3000 or so people
while devastating NYC were tried as criminals.
Three thousand murders and tens of billions in damages were treated as a
light crime. What do you have to
do? How thick can the authorities be?
Now, aiding
the Negro revolutionaries were the acts of the Jews.
To back up a
little bit and blend the Negro Revolution with the Jewish Revolution that was
going on at the same time. In the Bay
Area at UC Berkeley from 1964 to 1966 the Jews fomented the so-called Free
Speech Movement. This was double speak
for its opposite, the suppression of free speech, the subordination of the
university to the Jews
By 1966 the
Jews were in control of the university attempting to compel submission to their
program. In some zany way they had
convinced the mainly upper income White students that they were a privileged
class without the merit of earning it.
Essentially they claimed the Whites had stolen their places from equally
qualified Negroes on the basis of their White skin. I and 60-70% of Whites had no illusions of
benefitting from White Skin Privilege.
We had worked damn hard to get where we were although it was still not anywhere
from nowhere. Yet these absurd masochist
upper income White students claimed to represent all White people. It was demanded of all we rest to sacrifice
our wellbeing for the benefit of Negroes.
Huey Newton
and his Panthers then stepped in to fill this vacuum of self-abnegation.
Now, Jewish
women had done the heavy lifting to get the rapist with the intent to murder,
Eldridge Cleaver, out of prison. Another
very dedicated paramilitary Negro, George Jackson, was also raising hell in
prison. Jewish women set to work to free
him also. A hysterical female Jewish
lawyer representing Jackson somehow even managed to fuck him through or around
the barriers then went home and expected her husband to congratulate her.
Your brain
spins when you read this stuff with the author relating his story in the same
tone as: I went to the grocery store and
bought a loaf of bread.
Jackson was
smuggled some guns into San Quentin then in total rage tried to blast his way
out of the prison. It should come as no
surprise that he was killed in the shootout.
Angela Davis, of the East Village,
then organized the subsequent shootout in the Marin County court room
that was truly an insurrectionary act.
While it was
clear that Davis was as guilty as Bomber Billy Ayers of the Weather Underground
she as he was able to boast ‘Guilty as hell, free as a bird.’ Quite clear that both had somebody watching
over them. Someone very, very powerful. Like Ayers she was rewarded with a PhD. He to go on to become a ‘distinguished
professor’ at UIllinois while she has an honored position at California’s Red campus UC at Santa Cruz. She probably attended Panther human
bar-b-ques out there in the woods. Huey
was given his PhD at Santa Cruz also.
There are some bennies for being Black.
Negroes have
continued to receive favored treatment down to the present when Liberal Whites
installed their pet Negro Barack Obama in the White House.
Also outside
the scope of the Sixties a man of questionable intelligence, the singer Bob
Dylan, put his queer shoulder to the wheel in 1976, the US Bi-Centenary, during
his Rolling Thunder tour of the home of the American Revolution, New England.
Perhaps Dylan thought he was leading the second American Revolution celebrating
the takeover of the country by his Jews.
As if to mock the Whites he played the tour in White Face, that is white
grease paint.
Hurricane
Carter was a Negro boxer who had been convicted of murder once and then a
second time on his appeal. Dylan wrote a
song called Hurricane Carter in an attempt to generate sympathy for the
murderer and free him from prison.
Perhaps this was a symbolic repetition of Lincoln freeing the
slaves. We’ll probably never know but
the song was the focal point of the tour.
It did result in the freeing of Carter.
Dylan was
rewarded for his courageous defense of Carter when the Negro Obama was elected
president. One of his first acts was to
summon Dylan and his fellow Red Joan Baez to Washington for a command
performance for himself and Michele. Bob
responded with his anthem Blowin’ In The Wind.
A song that every flatulent person loves.
While I
wasn’t aware of it at the time or, at least, didn’t view the situation as a
race war, it is clear now that the government’s, by this time of Richard Nixon,
duty was to suppress the Negro paramilitaries.
Bear in mind that a time we had a race war at home and a foreign war in
Viet Nam.
Coming to
the Viet Namese’s aid in 1968 the Red Chinese had initiated a cultural invasion
and war in the US inciting a type of Civil War.
Things were getting pretty hot.
To defeat the Negro insurgency a program called Cointelpro was
formed. While this agency affected
Whites not at all, I never heard of it ‘til years maybe decades later. The Jews defamed and belittled this US effort
to quash the Negro revolt as ‘un-American.’
What would they know about it?
By 1970 the
Negro, Jewish and Homosexual Revolutions had succeeded. The country was in deep turmoil, nearly
anarchy, at home and abroad. Check out
movies like Putney Swope, Midnight Cowboy,Death Wish, Dirty Harry, Cruising and
a host of others.
While I have
never admired Nixon, like Warren G. Harding in 1921 in his suppression of the
Communist insurrection, Nixon was able to defuse the situation and return the
country to a simulacrum of what Harding called ‘normalcy.’ This was no mean feat although Nixon under
the guidance of the Jew Kissinger botched the job.
In 1923
Harding died a mysterious death. While
there is no hard evidence as yet that he paid that price for defeating the Red
takeover can it be coincidence that Nixon was driven from office for the same
offence?
Part 3
broadens and returns to New York.
