Revolution is Bloody

It is true we shouldn't be afraid of martyrdom, however, we should not
be selecting and setting each other up for that position nor should we
be afraid to hold up the images of our martyrs and shout out their names
and certainly continue the fight and struggle. What is the trap of the
west? to think, as Gil Scott Heron observed, that the Calvary always
comes to save the day and that the hero lives to see the glory of that
day. We have forgotten that it is about the future/the Culture/Sankofa
not "the crazy house called ameriKKKAnada" and profits. So we are going
to get martyrs.

Revolution is Bloody
by
Lawrence Ytzhak Braithwaite

For Anthany Dawson, Gerald Kaboni, Anthany Grtiffith, Shidane Abukar
Arone and all the Shahadat

"Barbarians, savages, illiterate, ignorant Anarchists…, men who cannot
comprehend the spirit of our free American institutions," of these I am one”
August Vincent Theodore Spies - Autobiography of August Spies

...a meditation on “everyday is ashura”

If we are to do and live in the way of life of the inner and outer
(Batin and Zahir = Jihad and mujahada), and not the metaphor of
existence of flesh failed obsession and fear, then we must self
actualize/self determinize and centre ourselves in relation to the deen
and dunya following the flow of the most high philosophy our amir Ali
(as) = "Be a friend to the oppressed and an enemy to the oppressor" he
said. I believe as greater men before me have, that only with this
mantra, of this - the inner and outer chant, can we Born an overstanding
with the Knowledge made manifest from Saddiq to Shariati to Sadr to
Khomanie & Khamanie peace to our bruthas Farrakhan to Nasrallah and
Sistani. It is with this do I hope to add on to the strength of the
house; and cipher the third degree of reality; that revolution is bloody
so everyday is ashura. …what else can an island boy do to destroy amerikkka

It is true we shouldn't be afraid of martyrdom, however, we should not
be selecting and setting each other up for that position nor should we
be afraid to hold up the images of our martyrs and shout out their names
and certainly continue the fight and struggle. What is the trap of the
west? to think, as Gil Scott Heron observed, that the Calvary always
comes to save the day and that the hero lives to see the glory of that
day. We have forgotten that it is about the future/the Culture/Sankofa
not "the crazy house called ameriKKKAnada" and profits. So we are going
to get martyrs. We have been willing to hide behind martyrs for
political, financial and even artistic gain, B.U.T. we are going to have
to live with the overstanding that we have to be willing to be become
martyrs (Shahadat) and to realize that martyrs are special not because
they are perfect nor that they are higher powers B.U.T. that most are
not among the Infallables -- that our Shahadat are flawed bruhs and sis
(breathing clay) like us all on this earth -- who despite all that was
against them stood up and perished for a principle = their peoples/culture.

It does seem like, and is TRU (haqq), everybody around the world is
taking up mental and physical arms to fight for their freedome and
culture as the once great fighters and griots of North Amerikkka akt
like steppinfetchits in sagged dope gear and butterfly mcqueens inna
thong and bare middrifts or those in afrikana jacked vines and centric
headdress beg for a cut of the swag come the takeover of afrika (and the
ever growing middle-east -- which seems to be extending into afrika for
the sake of corperate takeovers) or even the alterna crowd aktin like
"anarchy" is the latest trend for the middle-classes and profits in this
post hip hop wasteland. This was/is not a revoltuon; this is surrender
with a spin doctored effect and the con of north amerikkkan twisted
logic and bravado -- where cowards are brave and brave people are
punkass, where whores are worhipped and money is god and greed is good,
where warriors/freedome fighters/revolutionaries who are defending are
terrorist and terrorist wear suits and ties and are called liberators,
daemoncratic and civilized, where might makes right, thugz are groovey,
be a corperate flunky -- damn (e) quality it's about knocking out the
suckers by any means necceSCAREY -- welcome to the terrordome of
thievery -- come bite me.

to my peoples I wanna testify…

I have seen too many people murdered and demoralized, in this land,
which is suppose to be so civilized. I have seen my fathers mind
destroyed and my body and my friends raped and used, as has been our
minds, and then discarded as worthless tools for the amusement and
advancement of robberbarons and the fools they court. I have heard and
seen people use our skin and class to advance their position/fiendship
with the oppressors and danced on the graves of our martyrs. I have
fought my selfDIStruction and asked; why is this a daily constant?. I
have seen too much cruelty (yet still not even enough -- to start) to
make me reconsider the value of this wasteland as anything but corrupt
from the inside out. Therefore, it is in need of dismantling and not
salvaging—this place where incompetence, mediocrity, dirty tricks,
distraction, hypocrisy, invasion and perversion rule and are keys to
success and all must convert or die a slow and amusing spiritual and
mental death -- where “surrender” is taken up as a battle cry. A place
where our Native bruhs are hammered and strangled into unconsciousness
by the shocktroops of setl’ass colonist and the hospitals allow our
Shahadat to, conveniently, slip into comas thus destroying the Native
evidence; a place where passion and honour are laughed at and mocked.
Where children rhyme cruelty and life becomes shuffle along and
prostitution a work experience project for the young. I have seen my
soul slip slowly into despair, simply by the sight and sonic of this
horror alone, and what is more tragic, I have seen the despair blanket
the peoples around me as their spiritual/physical (batin and zahir)
corpses as piled up like so many rhowandan, afrikan, Palestinian, Native
holocaust images as the fatted ministries workers, corperate lackies and
greed mongerers sit, seeking prey, behind dead cold eyes, lost in the
treble, forever in hunger, as they laugh and plot for more bullying
tactics against those who are, perceived as, weaker and defenseless, in
this their police state, calling itself a free CIVI(LIE)zation = so much
better than the rest.

…B.U.T. are my bruthas defenseless against the shocktroops and their
voting polls they treat as religious icons? or have they been convinced
of this lie… in this place, my colleague referred to as a “benevolant
dictatorship”…

…do my bruthas wish to smash the treble and live this life with bass?
…is this the riddim of the meditation of revolution and being an enemy
of oppression

...and I wonder is this the beginning of a revolution or is it too late.
I feel that there is no escape and after all these years I still don't
know what's the price of a ticket. Will we have a dream of Ali or
Hussayn, Malik or Poor Marcus, Peltier or Shariati (our Brave and Dr.),
Spies (In the cause of humanity and light) or the vibe of ashura realized?

They say that it's a hard and bad time for our Nation (1 billion call it
an ummah and I’m told it only takes a nation of millions)...

It is a time for martyrs and it's time to fight for freedomes B.U.T. all
we seem to get is a copping a plea and surrender.

B.U.T. "...can't you show me nothing but surrender"?
patti smith

"Revolution is bloody,revolution is hostile,revolution knows no
compromise,revolution overturns and destroys everything that gets in its
way. And you, sitting around here like a knot on the wall, saying:'I 'm
going to love these folks no matter how much they hate me.'No,you need a
revolution." --Malik Shabaaz;Message to the Grass Roots

1425 Lawrence Y Braithwaite (aka Lord Patch)
New Palestine/Fernwood/The Hood
Victoria, BC