The Sixties And The Negro Revolution
Part 3b
by
R.E. Prindle
Terraplaning Through The Ozone
The question
to be asked was and is how solvable is the Negro problem? The answer is, I’m afraid, that a solution is
not on the horizon. There is no question
that there is racial aversion on both sides. For whatever reason Whites prefer not to
address the problem from a historical or biological basis or, in fact, any
reasonable basis.
In point of
fact historically the Negro kills or absorbs any alien people as through
interbreeding the Negro type ultimately prevails. In Africa where the Bantus and Nilotics moved
South from the Sahel where they originated they drove out or exterminated the Bushmen. The last of the Bushmen took refuge in the
Kalihari desert where they survived for several hundred years. The Bantu have now rounded up the Bushmen
removing them from the Kalihari where the Bantus say that they are ‘a burden on
the land.’ In other words the Bushmen
are being exterminated.
As the
Bushmen were being driven South, about the year 1000 the Malagsy from Borneo
were being transported to South Africa and Madagascar by their enemies from
Bali. That was just as the Bantu Shona
people were arriving from the North. The
two people met in what is now called Zimbabwe.
The Malagasy founded the kingdom known as Monomotapa that extended down
into the current State of South Africa.
It was they who built the structures of Zimbabwe.
Warfare
raged for hundreds of years until in the nineteenth century just before the
Aryans arrived the last of the mainland Malagasy were stamped flat, in Zulu
terminology, exterminated to a man, genocide as the West would say and their
settlements razed.
About the
year 1500 Europeans began to arrive and populate the area. They eventually built great modern cities
that were foreign to the Zulu and Shona peoples mindset, like Salisbury and
Johannesburg. In the last few decades
the Bantu and Shona in Zimbabwe were given the ‘State’ by the Western
powers. Whites were then killed or driven
from the country according to Bantu custom so that today there are no longer
White Zimbabweans. Salisbury like the
structure of Zimbabwe itself is an empty deteriorating shell.
Further
South in the State of South Africa Whites were compelled by their ignorant
brethren in Europe and the US to surrender their country to the Bantus. Those who have not yet fled the area are
being slowly exterminated while the cities and other infrastructure are turning
into ruins.
In the US
that country is being surrendered to the Negroes by the Whites. Already Detroit is not only in ruins but
square miles have returned to the wild.
Other major cities which were deeded over to the Negroes at no charge
such as Philadelphia, Memphis, Newark, Birmingham, Baltimore and a host of
others are sinking into ruins with only essential services maintained by Aryan
personnel and money.
Comically
the watching youth of Japan recognizing the transfer of power from the Aryans
to the Negroes are now beginning to imitate the Negroes rather than the Whites.
The Negroes
are establishing themselves as an elite group supported by the Aryans, slaves
in all but name. If you can’t see this
then you willfully refuse to.
What then
did Supreme Court justice Earl Warren and his fellow judges see? On what basis did they make the decision of
Brown vs. The Board of Education of Topeka?
Don’t give me the Constitutional stuff; that’s just an excuse a
justification. The same Constitution
that required Dred Scott returned to his owner was used twenty years later to
require him to be set free. Not exactly
clear cut wouldn’t you say?
The law is
of no relevance in the Brown decision, it was a decision made on the prejudices
of the justices. Separate but Equal had
previously been justified by the Supreme Court and now based on the same
Constitution the decision was reversed.
What
prejudices, rather than law, then motivated the justices of the Supreme Court?
The Chief
Justice, Earl Warren, a former governor of California was an extreme leftist
Liberal much despised in California notwithstanding that he was elected by a
majority of the people. Still, his
appointment to the Court was done over strenuous objections. The prevailing social opinion at the time was
still what is called The Melting Pot.
The concept of Multi-culturalism and Diversity would officially replace
it following the 1965 immigration bill.
Thus it was believed that the lack of Negro achievement was caused by
discrimination. It was thought as a
cause that per capita spending on Aryan students was greater than that for
Negroes so the difference in intellect was just a few dollars and for a few
dollars more excellence could be purchased.
The idea was
that if Negroes went to White schools where the Big Money was being spent then
the per capita expenditure would make them A students. Not that for the same money all White
students were made A achievers.
By that line
of reasoning then Separate but Equal was a misnomer. Never mind that the per capita spending for
Aryan students in the nineteenth century was well below that spent on Negroes
in the twentieth. Logic did not enter
in.
Nor was it
taken into account that Negroes did no better in the integrated Aryan schools
of the North and West than they did in the South which was the only place in
the country that segregated schools were.
So the
Warren Court that was after all composed solely of exceedingly well off lawyers
with little or no anthropological or sociological training was deemed competent
to judge the relative merits of the two species or races, if you will. The Courts judgment was based entirely on
emotion and their particular interpretation of the Constitution at that
particular moment in time. There can be
no doubt that fifty years earlier that would have decided for Separate but
Equal as, indeed, their counterparts of the time did.
The question
then really was whose rights take precedence over the other. The Court’s decision that favored Negro rights
while suppressing those of the Aryans was put into effect by military
force. This was also done solely from
the point of view of the then White government without considering the Negro
point of view. They were just onlookers,
no Negro was ever consulted, White Man’s law was just imposed and that law
being Liberal law, that of a very small part of the White population.
As we will
see, by 1966 in NYC Negroes were actually defying the Court decision demanding
Separate but Equal under the rubric of Community Control. Nothing is as it seems.
2.
NYC
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Thus one had
this very strange phenomenon where huge swaths of the city were vacant
buildings while the changing demographics created huge slums while changing the
racial composition of Bronx and Brooklyn while buildings were stripped of
plumbing and wiring and set on fire leaving burned out hulks that made the
metropolis of the US look like Dresden after the carpet bombing and fire storm.
For a
graphic representation check out the movie Midnight Cowboy in which the
locations are actual NYC. It was because
of the abandoned buildings adjacent to the Village that lofts, that is entire
floors of these buildings, could be rented for as little as fifty dollars a month. In California I was paying 125.00 a month for
four hundred square feet or less. How I
could have lived it up with 3000 sq. ft. or more for 75.00 less.
Huge tracts
of NYC had then changed hands from an educated sophisticated class of Whites to
uneducated Southern and Caribbean Negroes and Puerto Ricans who were unfamiliar
with any of the trappings of big city civilization. Race or color has little relevance at this
level of sophistication as how quickly could raw humanity adapt to the bright
lights and big city. I mean, you know,
it wasn’t all that easy for White farm boys, hoosiers or by whatever name they
were known, fit it. At this moment in
time large numbers of hill people were coming down to NYC, Chicago, Detroit and
places where they too were treated as human garbage while struggling to find a
place for themselves, any place. My own
people came down from the Kentucky hills via Bowling Green to Michigan where
the local clowns thought they might be superior to us.
The Negroes
had an actual advantage, such as it was, as Whites considered them uninhibited
exotics, free living savages without White hangups. Indeed, the Sixties were to be a golden age
of the Magic Negro. Superspade in San
Francisco and who knows what other names they went by elsewhere. Young girls and not so young girls threw
their bodies beneath them. Nigger Heaven
as it were. Of course, as a Negro you
had to be quick on the uptake to collect your booty. |
And, perhaps
not so quick. Norman Mailer and his ilk
loved the idea of Negro men screwing White women, so did Hollywood. Mailer actually had roles in his amateur
movie for Black male, White female couplings.
In the
Seventies and Eighties when White Libertines brought young girls to Studio 54
they got the young girls addicted to heroin and then forced them to go to
Harlem to buy it. The Sixties were and
the following decades were nasty times.
Whites
really expected miracles from Negroes who they believed lived lives untrammeled
by civilization. Instinctual, completely
free from Freud’s inhibitions. They
represented the White unconscious hence White infatuation with them. E. Michael Jones in his Libido Dominandi
quotes Hannah Tillich, the theologian’s wife, concerning her and his trips up
to Harlem where they enjoyed going native.
P. 431:
Quote:
We felt
relaxed at Small’s [in Harlem] and returned there with our friends, grateful
voyeurs, taking in the primeval charm of the hearty men and swaying women. We considered it an authentic show. We did not think at all in economic, political,
or social terms.
Once we
dared to go to a show in a basement where there were mostly Negroes. In the dancing space at the center of the
room occasional performances were given.
A nude Negress, painted gold, having danced with a Negro twice her size,
leaned her body against a post and masturbated with violent snake like
movements, while her former partner and another girl unmistakably performed the
act of intimate sex. It did not seem
vulgar or fleshy. It was filled with the
natural vivacity of these beautiful black people.
People at
the seminary did not think our adventures such a good idea….
Unquote.
I should
think not. Fucking in public was not
vulgar when done by blacks. That was
just natural vivacity to these holidaying voyeurs. Paul and Hannah would obviously consider a
French peep show flick pornography but beautiful exotic Negro women
masturbating and a beautiful black
couple fucking in the middle of the dance floor was not vulgar or fleshy. That was ‘natural vivacity.’ Perspective it’s all perspective. When is it legal to free a slave and when is
it legal to keep him? A difference of
twenty years.
At the same
time Whites considered Jack Benny’s Negro servant Rochester, or Fetchin Stepit
or Uncle Remus other sides of the natural Negro. Harmless, happy go lucky primitives. Nobody asked the Negroes what they thought of
this. But the happy go lucky Shine was
about to tell them.
Thus, as the
Negro Revolution was shaping up in Bull Conner’s Alabam’ the Jewish Folk Scene
in NYC was taking notice. Soon these
Jews would arrive in the South to begin agitating with the Negroes. Let my people go… They were about ready to
drive the wedge through the log splitting the US into warring factions.
Thus
everyone’s attention was diverted toward the South where Bull and his dogs and
fire hoses ruled, Mississippi where the callow youth Bob Dylan was advised to
leave the State for reasons of health.
He hit the ground running.
The North
has been overlooked. Home base for the
Jewish so-called Freedom Riders was Greenwich Village and its grubby streets
and rundown buildings. The Negroes may
have had it better down in Dixie.
Somebody once said NYC may have been a nice place to live but it was one
hell of a place to visit. To that I can
concur.
The Village
had always been home to US homosexuals and the off scourings of the streets of
Europe. From afar the Bohemian life was
attractive, perhaps for the same reasons the ‘beautiful Negro’ was to the
Tillichs but the closer you got the worse it looked. In
the early sixties drugs were rampant mostly pot and amphetamines but the ever
present cocaine had its place along with heroin while Technicolor LSD was
making its move. The folk scene that was
mostly Jewish was in full swing.
The
traditionalist folk singers and groups were a stone bore. Who, and I mean, Who could listen to the New
Lost City Ramblers? Huddie ‘Leadbelly’
Ledbettor was big, well, within a small group, but all the guy did was pillage
Carl Sandburg’s American Song Book while his grunt was unintelligible. That boy cleaned up though.
Then into
this fetid mix stepped Bob Dylan who said:
I always knew folk music was a shuck, so he slipped out of political
protest into personal protest music as Andy Warhol interpreted it and all of a
sudden all those impoverished folkies were rolling in money. Some of them were halfway good, too. Not many people prefer to listen to the Holy
Modal Rounders or the Fugs but I like them.
The best of the lot, The Lovin’ Spoonful, were stone great. If any group epitomizes the Sixties for me it
is John Sebastian and the Spoonful.
Peter, Paul and Mary were, of course, a smash in a forties kind of way
along with those twits Simon and Garfunkel.
So anyway,
into this happening scene the newly arriving Negroes and Puerto Ricans injected
themselves and in a violent way. Crime
and destruction on every side. The
Aryans were unprepared. Up to the
Sixties the US had been a violent, gang infested place. I mean you had to be alert during the fifties
to avoid a beating and I’m talking from Whites not Negroes. They were called kicks by some, a hospital
stay for others. It was a cranky
country.
Then during
the Sixties the Love Generation came in for a while there as the Chambers Bros.
sang of Love, Peace and Happiness. You
actually didn’t have to watch your back for a while. Those tough old gangbangers didn’t know what
to do with themselves. It was kind of
fun watching them trying to fit into the LPH mode. You could see them wandering around
mouthing ‘What the fuck?’
It was
better on the West Coast but even NYC colored a little bit, not much though.
So, there
were a lot of zoned out Hippies wandering the streets of the Village. For some reason during the Sixties every kid
who was ever going to run away from home did it at the same time. There were tens of thousands of thirteen,
fourteen, and fifteen year olds loose on the land like locusts. Most of them girls who didn’t appear to have
a clue and would drop and spread at the drop of a joint, a tab of LSD. Ask Charlie Manson. Where would he have been without the
Haight. Of course he did make his name
in LA but he got the Family together in the Haight. Ah, those runaway girls.
Just as an
example I’m going to relate he story of a double murder in the Village when a
gang of Negroes took out a couple of zippy, dippy Hippies. This is a tragic Sixties story that
represents the era.
3.
Groovy And Linda, The Uptown Girl And
The Downtown Boy
Uptown Girl,
She’s been living in her white bread
world
I bet she never had a back street guy
I bet her mama never told her why
I’m gonna try for an uptown girl
She’s been living in her white bred
world
As long as anyone with hot blood can
And now she’s looking for a downtown
man
That’s what I am
--Billy Joel
This was a
sensational story in 1967 when it happened, even receiving some national
exposure. Billed as trouble in
hippieland it can be seen as premonition of the Manson affair in ’69.
Linda
Fitzpatrick was a quintessential uptown girl.
Her father, Irving Fitzpatrick, was a spice importer, tea- the regular
kind of tea. His daughter Linda,
definitely privileged, had turned eighteen, graduated from private schools and
was expected to go to university but she didn’t want to. She wanted to be an artist. (Yawn) Wanting to be an artist leads to Greenwich
Village.
The
Fitzpatricks had a home overlooking Washington Square in Greenwich Village as
well as a more palatial home in Greenwich, Connecticut. What drew her to the poverty and perversity
of the East Side was a mental state peculiar to the Sixties. Perhaps she was made to feel guilty about her
privilege that rich kid activists at Berkeley’s Free Speech Movement complained
about or the battle at Columbia.
In rejection
of their privilege that sort all wore torn levis and weird clothes dug out of the
Goodwill bins. They put on Bohemian
airs.
There is no
surprise that Linda picked up some rags, and I mean rags, and started to patrol
the streets of Greenwich Village also picking up the odd stray downtown
man. One of the strays she picked up was
a guy named James ‘Groovy’ Hutchinson.
Or perhaps Groovy learning that she was the true uptown girl slumming it
realized his dreams by zeroing in on her.
In the
spirit of the times the only name he needed was Groovy. He in turn hung out with a guy who adopted
the name of Galahad. It was a stretch
perhaps but maybe a lot of the kids hadn’t heard of the real Galahad yet.
These two
perps were quintessential downtown slags.
The type you did your best to avoid whether they were man or woman. Groovy was an illiterate, which doesn’t plumb
the bottom, but in the spirit of the times illiteracy was considered a wisdom
unobtainable, accurately enough, from books. No, this was the real wisdom. It was believed there was wisdom in the weed;
if you smoked enough you would acquire not only wisdom but knowledge. You would even be able to tell a nuclear
physicist a thing or two about nuclear physics.
Heck, Einstein’s brain would shrink to the size of a pea before
yours. ‘Words mean what I say they
mean.’ Know what I mean? How could you fail?
As Donovan
says it was the season of the witch, the day of the geek. All these characters just came out of the
woodwork like a dormant seed in the desert the day after a freak
rainstorm. Truly it was their day. There were thousands of teenage runaways
coursing through the streets of the Village.
A pervert’s paradise. Galahad and
Groovy were in seventh heaven.
They ran
crashpads which is to say they rounded up underage girls and took them to their
pad at night. A perfect setup. Then that summer of love, ’67, when Linda
showed up on the streets with abundant money for drugs or whatever she was easy
pickings. They sold her acid and speed
at exorbitant prices, sometime it was baking soda, why waste good drugs? Why not make it all profit? Even though nineteen, not exactly the age of
reason but old enough, Linda didn’t care.
She came from privilege so she gave away the expensive drugs to the poor
kids who didn’t have any. Groovy noticed
this White Bread girl looking for a downtown man and like the song he said
‘That’s what I am.’ They hooked up. Hippie star and society chick. Galahad knew Linda too. She thought the two just wanted to help poor
wayward runaways. Boy, there was a
mantra of the time: I just want to help
people. That line was a bona fide that
would open many a door
Even an old
hand about the Village like Ed Sanders of the Fugs fell for it. Either Ed was naïve or he’s covering for
something. Ed’s autobiography Fug You is
where I first heard of this story.
Yeah, ‘Fug You’. That’s how Ed
titled his life. The subtitle is: An
Informal History of the Peace Eye Bookstore, the Fuck You Press, The Fugs, And
Counterculture In The Lower East Side.
That’s what they used to call it:
The Counter Culture. It was worth
bucks to write about. Just let me say
that Ed knows what he’s talking about.
He was a major player.
For those
who may be unaware of who Ed was he was the founder of the recording group, The
Fugs, definitely a product of the Lower East Side while being more or less confined
to those of a Bohemian twist of mind. Ed
was a Catholic boy evidently trying to free himself from Catholic sexual
repression and doing a pretty damn good job of it too.
Ed’s Peace
Eye book store was his answer to San Francisco’s City Lights Bookstore run by
Lawrence Ferlinghetti. His Fuck You
Press published his own and the poetry of Bohemian poets such as Allen Ginsberg
and a whole host of people you’ve never heard of. Poetry, so-called, was an essential means of
expression for the Beats and their epigone.
You can actually call up a You Tube video of Ed performing at a poetry
reading that is pretty interesting.
Gives you a little flavor of the times.
If you really work at it on the web you can almost reconstruct the
era. As a starter I recommend the site
Ephemeral New York if you’re not familiar with that. Be sure to read the comments, it appears that
all the commenters were there.
Ed ran a
pretty loose ship at a time when loose ships were de rigeur. In 1967 Ed and his Fugs (originally
accurately called the the Village Fugs) were at the crest of their
success. They ran a cabaret show for a
couple or three years that was very successful making them the toast of the
Village if not the town or at least it’s more Libertine portion at least.
Ed ran out
of time to run his book store so he turned it over to Groovy who he thought was
‘helping’ a lot of runaways with his crash pad. Groovy had no ideas what books were for
being an illiterate so he chucked them and drew groovy pictures on the
walls. Unless you were attuned to this
sort of thing and thought it normal these were horror stories. I mean I was in the middle of this stuff
trying to keep the horror at bay while trying to live in if not a white bread
world at least one of cracked wheat.
Did I
mention Groovy was illiterate? Imagine
turning a book store over to an illiterate.
Books. Oh, oh I’ve already said
this. Well, it was just too astonishing
for words.
Selling
drugs made more sense to Groovy and those runaway young girls!
Anyway, Ed
thought Linda and Groovy were prototypical Hippie lovers. He was rather astonished when he heard that
bricks had been used to pulverize their heads in a dirty boiler room
basement. It was worse even than that.
Linda had
been reared in a proper environment.
Yet, for some reason she had a cognitive disconnect, and she is
representative. A switch went off in her
brain and she had begun this dual life.
Her parents had no idea or, so they said. Quite possibly her other life would have been
impossible for them to imagine. She had
taken a room in a transient hotel where she was living an abandoned sexual
life. She told her parents she was
rooming with a friend named Paula when it was a transient named Paul- and his
friend.
Apparently
the room was used as a crash pad or for orgies, same thing, because she had
checked out first before her murder.
When the manager went up to check the room he found it full of men and
women doing drugs and sex.
On this
particular night on the corner she boasted to an acquaintance that she was high
on 1 ½ grains of amphetamines that she had paid the enormous sum of 10.00
for. She and Groovy continued down the
street where they were accosted by four Negroes who either lured or hustled
them into the boiler room.
Linda was
screwed at least four times, once each, then she and Groovy had their heads
smashed flat with bricks.
Possibly in
1963-64 it would have been safe to buzz around streets high on this or
that. But, this was 1967, the age of
innocence had passed. The character of
the Village had been changing rapidly for a decade. The demographic mix had changed in the
Village as it had in the city. Whites
had vanished to be replaced by Negroes and Puerto Ricans. And these were angry Negroes with attitudes
changed by the Civil Rights Movement.
They were filled with hatred for the Whites. Nineteen sixty-seven was the Summer of Love
for the White breads but the Long Hot Summer for the Negroes. Sixty-seven was the year they burned the US
down. So imagine Detroit and New Jersey
in flames as these four Negroes watched Linda and Groovy coming down the
street. Philly in ’63 was the first
great Negro insurrection I have heard of followed by NYC in ’64, Ocean Hill
Brownsville in ’66 and ’67, LA in ’65 and a plague of insurrection in ’67 and ’68.
In the
aftermath Detroit would disappear, square miles of smoldering ruins and the
Renaissance Center with the sculpture of Joe Louis’ fist all that
remained. In terms of square miles in
total in that destruction of the infra-structure of the US it was probably more
than half of any in the United Nations.
Did we
care? Hell, no. I wasn’t even aware of the extent of the
damage and I was a grad student at UOregon.
I never even heard anyone mention it.
It simply was not a topic of discussion and if it had been everyone but
me would have been cheering for the Negroes.
In NYC the
temperature had been rising since Suze and Bob strolled down Fourth St. Suze had introduced Bob to the plays and
poetry of the very angry Leroy Jones, one of those ‘by any means’ Negroes who
was advocating the murder of White America.
The Negro boys took him up on it is ’67.
In 1966
began the Ocean Hill- Brownsville school riots.
It seems as the Negroes had not been consulted on the Separate but Equal
issue they were now making their wishes known.
They wanted Separate but Equal schools and they didn’t want White
teachers misinforming their kids. Separate but Equal needed a new name so they
called it Community Control. Of course
the NYC schools were in the hands of the Jews and the teachers in OH-B were
Jewish teachers. The Negroes threw up
barricades to keep the Jewish teachers out threatening them with grievous
bodily harm. The Negro Revolution was in
full swing.
One can
almost hear Linda and Groovy pleading, ‘Oh, no, man. We think Black people are beautiful.’ Yeah?
Well, smash.
Naturally
the cops started looking for White guys while everyone prayed that the
murderers would be White. They were
disappointed.
As it turned
out it was said that the killers were devotees of some Negro religious sect and
these were ritual killings. That excuses
it of course but the sect they were talking about was the Santeria religion. (Pronounced Santa-ree-a.) Santeria is a variant of the Yoruba people’s
religion of Central Nigeria. Haitian
Voodoo and Brazilian sects have the same origin. Santeria was endemic on the East Coast and it
has multiplied since.
As far as
Ed, the admirer of the Hippie lovers, went, he eulogized them but decided to
move from the East Village to the all White and much more pleasant Woodstock
upstate. Don’t blame him, the Village
would have been too worrisome for me.
Even Andy Warhol took a bullet in ’68.
A very volatile situation there among the downtown boys of the
Village. Nothing compared to today but
then we’re more liberated now.
In Freudian
terms- where Ego was the Id now is.
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