MOVE: Get out the way.

I’ve ALWAYS been personally connected to MOVE. Growing up, I heard my family members mentioning MOVE and the tragic circumstances around them being bombed. Due to my age at the time, I didn’t really understand the magnitude of what my mother was explaining to me. She talked about the adults and children that were murdered in the bombing with outrage and anger. In addition to that, the imagery and pictures of MOVE members left a lasting impression on me.  I distinctly remember that they wore their hair in locks. They had hair like my family of Rastafarians and had embraced a natural way of living. Both my parents were searching for answers as the incident unfolded in May of 1985.

Bad Ass George Jackson

He is an activist, author, member of the Black Panther Party and one of the founders of the Black Guerrilla Family, and one of the theoretical leaders on the liberation of both free and imprisoned Africans in America; Jackson was truly a remarkable young man. Sentenced for a crime bro didn’t even commit, Jackson spent the next ten years incarcerated in the California correctional system.

In his highly acclaimed book, Soledad Brothers Jackson explains:

“Later, when I was accused of robbing a gas station of seventy dollars, I accepted a deal — I agreed to confess and spare the county court costs in return for a light county jail sentence. I confessed but when time came for sentencing, they tossed me into the penitentiary with one to life. That was in 1960. I was 18 years old. I’ve been here ever since.” –George Jackson

Assata: She who struggles

By the end of my Freshmen year, I was a rebel, as Bob Marley sang, a soul rebel. I had a fire in my belly that was unstoppable. I had acquired all of this knowledge and had what I thought were all of these tools to restart the revolution.

What I hadn’t realized was that my view was totally distorted. I saw the world only through the eyes of Black men. I didn’t respect Black Women revolutionaries …because I didn’t know they existed.

Then one day, while at Barnes and Nobles while perusing the Black Panther section as I often did, I saw it.

In big red block lettering it said Assata. She was the only woman in the section. I slowly pulled the book off of the shelf and opened her up.

112 years later and we still ain’t move

That prior to integration Black people understood that the only people coming to save us, were ourselves. After integration, after losing control of our schools, our churches, and our businesses, we became totally and fully dependent on the same group of people who spent centuries enslaving us.

Now, the hardest thing for Diasporic people to do, is to build community. And I’d argue that the most resistant group of people to build a true community are Diasporic educators.

Getting a group of Black educators to physically show up to a physical location and join forces in order to work towards the liberation of black folks…without receiving per session for it or even worse, if they have to pay…oh my…this is probably one of the biggest challenges facing CREAD as we plan out our Professional Development and Networking calendar for the upcoming school year.