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The CIA Makes Science Fiction Unexciting
The CIA Makes Science Fiction Unexciting #10: What Happened to the Black Panther Party?
You may have heard of the Black Panther Party, but what do we really know? Here's introduction to the time shit hit the fan, and whether it was coincidental or if it was a ploy by the CIA... Whether you enjoy mind-boggling conspiracies or take an interest in black history, this zine has something to teach you.
52 pages, Paperback
First published September 12, 2018
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February 7, 2023
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Really, there's no way to do justice to how bad life was in the South for Black people during this time, and in some ways little has changed. But no matter how bad you think it was, it was worse. It wasn't enough enough to be segregated, to grow up in devasting poverty, with no prospects for a future life of independence. You also knew that if you stepped out if line, if you dared to look the wrong way at a white person, you might end up murdered, with no outlook for justice. The two men who killed Emmett Till were acquitted.
Ishmael Reed wrote a book about this, Reckless Eyeballing -- "don't look at me/her!!! it's a CRIME!!!" for reals. It was on the books.
And from Roberto Bolaño's 2666 , worth quoting here:
"As you all know, said Seaman, pork chops saved my life. First I was a Panther and I faced down the police in California and then I traveled all over the world and then I lived for years on the tab of the U.S. government. When they let me out I was nobody. The Panthers no longer existed. In the minds of some, we were old terrorists. In the minds of others, we were a vague memory of sixties blackness, we were picturesque. Marius Newell had died in Santa Cruz. Some comrades had died in prison and others had made public apologies and started new lives. Now there weren't just black cops. There were black people in public office, black mayors, black businessmen, famous black lawyers, black TV and movie stars, and the Panthers were a hindrance. So when they let me out there was nothing left, or next to nothing, the smoldering remains of a nightmare we had plunged into as youths and that as grown men we were leaving behind now, practically old men, you could say, with no future ahead of us, because during the long years in prison we'd forgotten what we knew and we'd learned nothing, nothing but cruelty from the guards and sadism from our fellow inmates.
READ THIS!!!
Yes.
Yes, it's your future that's at stake —
Yes
Really, there's no way to do justice to how bad life was in the South for Black people during this time, and in some ways little has changed. But no matter how bad you think it was, it was worse. It wasn't enough enough to be segregated, to grow up in devasting poverty, with no prospects for a future life of independence. You also knew that if you stepped out if line, if you dared to look the wrong way at a white person, you might end up murdered, with no outlook for justice. The two men who killed Emmett Till were acquitted.
Ishmael Reed wrote a book about this, Reckless Eyeballing -- "don't look at me/her!!! it's a CRIME!!!" for reals. It was on the books.
And from Roberto Bolaño's 2666 , worth quoting here:
"As you all know, said Seaman, pork chops saved my life. First I was a Panther and I faced down the police in California and then I traveled all over the world and then I lived for years on the tab of the U.S. government. When they let me out I was nobody. The Panthers no longer existed. In the minds of some, we were old terrorists. In the minds of others, we were a vague memory of sixties blackness, we were picturesque. Marius Newell had died in Santa Cruz. Some comrades had died in prison and others had made public apologies and started new lives. Now there weren't just black cops. There were black people in public office, black mayors, black businessmen, famous black lawyers, black TV and movie stars, and the Panthers were a hindrance. So when they let me out there was nothing left, or next to nothing, the smoldering remains of a nightmare we had plunged into as youths and that as grown men we were leaving behind now, practically old men, you could say, with no future ahead of us, because during the long years in prison we'd forgotten what we knew and we'd learned nothing, nothing but cruelty from the guards and sadism from our fellow inmates.
READ THIS!!!
Yes.
Yes, it's your future that's at stake —
Yes
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