I seriously doubt Ray West was a Black Panther. As a journalist he would have written that history down. It says Ray and some 24 blacks showed Black Panther films – in Chicago. The “black students then proceeded..”
“Death by burning” Bullshit! No Panther would ever say that! Didn’t Indians burn pale faces at the stake? The only death threat came when the Panthers followed cop cars in their hood, and got out with shotguns whenever a black man was pulled over. Busting folks for racism in Oakland, made you a cop. There goal was not to end racism. It was to protect black men and women, then serve the hungry black children at least one meal a day. They eliminated all the old arguments – while holding guns! They replicated the Oakland cops. Pure genius! This was written on the side of Oakland cop cars.
“To Protect and to Serve“, the motto of the Los Angeles Police Department since 1955, adopted by many other police forces.
My daughter’s half-brother’s father was a real Black Panther, who died in a fire in Chicago. I took his son, David, in, to live with me to get him away from his white mother’s abusive husband. I talked to David’s wife about the famous Panthers that showed up for their wedding. I have a real Black Panther in family tree. No cutting and pasting like Lara did, with the son of the fake Panther.
Rosalie Ritz was the courtroom illustrator for the real Black Panthers. I knew the White Panthers who were a brother and sister who worked on the legal papers. When Marilyn’s sister disappeared while living in France, her mother contacted Eldridge Cleaver, who found her in a week.
Marilyn was a good friend of Les and Charlotte McCann, and spent much time at their Hollywood home. She showed me a nude of herself that Les took, from the waist up. She was fifteen. I was appalled. She took me to meet Les when I was sixteen. Charlotte was a French singer with very blonde hair. M told me when he met her family, he was blown away by the children who had these bright blue eyes and almost white hair. He was reminded of elves. When he saw me again ten years ago, he marveled at my white hair and blue eyes. He thought I looked like a great elf. That’s me with the son of Carlos Moore, who wrote Fela, who is mentioned by the director of ‘Black Panther’. I hated this movie. It was not believable. No segregated society every became advanced. The Vikings came out of the north and conquered most of the West. I would have liked to see some blonde sex slaves in a bar scene, along with male Nordic prostitutes.
“How the fuck did they get there?”
Any tension this film could have had, fizzled out when there was a small attempt to dance. I would have had the first seven minutes be a dance scene – that puts the audience in a trance. I lived with the Loading Zone in a all black neighborhood in Oakland. They were the brother band of Tower of Power. The attempt to integrate Oakland should be a ten hour documentary. There was tension galore – and out of this world music – with dancing. But more than that, you had to have sound philosophy, and real goals. To depict black people as the only folks in human history who never took slaves, gives a GIANT CLUE about hidden agendas. Everybody wants to come out on top? To suggest black people would be a very advanced race, if it were not for white people holding them back, is not true, and is a reversal of prejudiced conclusion by white racist. The Jew did not hold the Germans back.
I have had several black lovers. The last one came from a very distinguished black family from New Orleans who could trace their lineage back 400 years. There French connections. When I asked to meet them, she told me they would not approve of her being with a white man. We hid our love away when they showed up.
One evening while in each others arms watching a movie, all of a sudden she started examining my hair. I had great hair. She said she was trying to see if I was wearing a rug. But, it was more intimate then that. White folks have different hair then black folks. She was studying my roots, as I studied her beautiful inquisitive face. We could have been in Africa 200 years ago. She could have been seeing her first white man. I wondered if she was grooming me, accepting me into her tribe. Was she checking for tiny critters?
We were raised by a black nanny who used to take Christine home with her on the weekends to share with her three sisters who had just moved from the South where they were maids to white children. Segregation kept them a almost pure African peoples. My sister did a painting of these sisters.
The Rosamonds owned slaves in South Carolina. In the 1810 Census, being a “free White” was noted, because 70% of the folks in America were white indentured slaves, thus, owning another human being, was a mixed race experience. Then came the cotton plantations which was a whole new very ugly ballgame.
“And whereas, Negro Will, by his late mistress’ will, at my death has the privilege of choosing his master or mistress amongst my children. When he has made his choice and that one child has confirmed his choice, he shall then be valued by Sovorin appraisers, and that child shall take him as so much of their lawful divide, and whereas William Pyle and his wife was given their choice of the two Negro girls that they have yet the same privilege allowed them, the other girl shall be accounted as part of the undivided estate.
Listed in Samuel’s household are 2 free white males under 10 years of age; 2 free white males between 10 and 16 years of age; 1 free white male between 16 and 26 years of age; 1 free white male over 45 years of age; 1 free white female under 10 years of age; 1 free white female between 10 and 16 years of age; 1 free white female between 16 and 26 years of age; and 1 free white female between 26 and 45 years of age.
All the young white woman knew why the Oakland Cops beat down the blacks who demonstrated their intelligence. It was to keep them away from the white women. Oakland hired a lot of cops from the South. I would love to interview the girls I went to high school with. When I was in Junior High, Mary Braugh and her black friends chased me around the school grounds, because one of the friends saw me looing at her in our class. That friend was jealous, and told Mary I called her a n………… When they cornered me, my black friend stood up for me.
Carlos Moore (born Charles Moore Wedderburn in Cuba, 4 November 1942) is a writer and social scientist dedicated to African and Afroamerican history and culture. He has lived for various periods in France, Africa, the US, and the Caribbean.
Moore is widely recognized for his outspoken rhetoric against racism and defending pan-Africanism and for writing the authorized biography of the Nigerian singer, saxophonist and activist Fela Kuti, Fela, Fela: This Bitch of a Life, which inspired the stage musical Fela!
He was born Charles Moore Wedderburn in Camaguey, Cuba, of working-class Jamaican parents. When Moore was 16 his father and stepmother sent for him and his siblings to come to New York to pursue better opportunities, and after completing high school, Moore returned to Cuba in 1961 to work as a translator for the ministries of Communications and External Affairs. However, he became disaffected with the Castro regime, denouncing what he said were the government’s attempts to ignore racism, and having fallen out of favour with the leadership Moore fled the island two years later.
He lived in exile from Cuba from 1963; he resided and worked as a journalist in France, until in 1975 he moved to Senegal at the invitation on Cheikh Anta Diop, subsequently becoming involved with the initial phase of FESTAC ’77 (the Second World Black Festival of Arts and Culture) in Lagos, Nigeria.
He wrote a biography of Nigerian Afrobeat musician Fela Kuti – first published in 1982 and reissued in 2009 – on which the Broadway musical Fela! drew, as was acknowledged in the settlement of a copyright dispute about the stage production.
Moore was a visiting professor at Florida International University, where in 1987 he was instrumental in organizing the conference “Negritude Afro cultures and Ethnicity in the Americas”, featuring Aimé Césaire, Maya Angelou, Alex Haley and Leopold Senghor.
The cast of “Black Panther” discuss jamming to Fela Kuti on set via USA TODAY.
What was the L.A. jazz scene like when you showed up and McCann-ized it?
It was the last of the be-bop period— the new jazz or what they called the modern jazz. I wanted to take it to the church, like funky.
You recorded a number of your early albums live. What was the Troubadour like before hippies arrived?
It was a great period—lots of beautiful ladies, lots of young people. It was a fun period, right before the Change. That’s what I meant by the coffeehouses. Back then, when you came out of the church as I did, you were funky. There were other guys doing it but I was the one who got known first.
Very spiritual. Almost like the stuff George Harrison was doing.
Yes, yes, yes, yes. I’m from the church.
All of that was in the air… the Jesus movement.
What was in the air was Frank Zappa. The first Mothers of Invention record [Freak Out!]. I’m on that. We were young and it was like a big party. At the time, I was probably better known than he was. I liked it later when I saw him on television telling a senator to kiss his fuckin’ ass. I want to grow up and be just like that. The hippies weren’t around when I was growing up.