Friday, January, 13 2023 - My birthday We had our usual morning session, then early on birthday wishes began to pour in from all over the place. I immediately began to think how I was going to respond. There was no way that I could respond to all of the calls, posts, cards, gifts in one sitting or one way. I wish I could gather everyone in one place, but that’s impossible. There is no place large enough to seat everyone. The Lewisburg Document As is my custom, I read, study and reflect on the 10-page Lewisburg document. This is a document which Jesus Christ gave me to write in 1957. It spells out the mission that I was called to implement. The heading is to convert the world to Jesus Christ. I am amazed and inspired everytime I read the document. Much of what I am doing today and have been doing since 1958, the substance of which was written in 1957 in Lewisburg Federal Correctional Facility. Starting in 1953, however the document was written in 1958 it spelled out the mission that I had been on and will be on in greater detail. In fact, I keep constant reminder that the God through Jesus Christ who has brought me this far in the journey will surely give me grace to complete the mission. Saturday, January 14, 2023 I was awakened thinking about age and aging and the divine dilemma. I think I posted about aging. One of the major pieces in my mission is to redeem aging. Unlike other cultures in other countries America has made aging an unwanted experience - almost a curse to be aging. I have had conversations in which I very openly talk about, “I am x number of years old” and people have responded – shh! don’t use the old word. People have felt the need to lie about their age and to dress in apparel that attempts to show youthfulness. Products manufactured, particularly cosmetics, have a subtle sometimes and sometimes very conspicuous youth emphasis. After all it is the Pepsi generation. I believe that God would not make aging a curse, but a blessing. I believe we should age gracefully enjoying life, excited about living and when we have lived our allotted years to die peacefully. But because we disobey health laws and in other ways, our bodies deteriorate and begin to be a burden of aches and pains, sicknesses, immobility. The other thought that occurred to me was how does God deal with prayers that ask for things in direct contradiction to each other. For example, I remember watching two Catholic colleges playing each other. The game comes down to the end with one school, say, Team A with the football kicker attempting to make a field goal which would have won the game. Team A supporters were kneeling on the sideline praying that the kicker would make the field goal and win the game. Across the field on the other side was praying just the opposite, that the kicker would miss the field goal and they would win. And in the stands, thousands of fans were divided. Some praying for Team A, some praying for field B. How would God deal with this dilemma? Well, I believe this is where God works in all things for the good. Whether losing a game, which Team A would consider a terrible thing, and whether winning the game as Team B was hoping is a good thing. In my experience I have thought some to which I was passing was a bad thing, but it turned out to be a blessing. That is why I believe Jesus said in his model prayer to always include thy will be done. We really don’t know anything about anything and especially about the future. So when we commit ourselves to doing the will of God we trust the decision making to God’s hands. Now, however, Jesus said “whatsoever things you desire when you pray believe that you have them, you shall receive them.” We reconcile these two statements, I believe, by desiring not even what you need, but what you desire, we make the request. But we always say, thy will be done. We spent time together as a family celebrating my birthday. It is a family practice of gathering us no matter where we are so we can see each other's faces and hear each other's voices via another act of genius by the human minds. Sunday, January 15, 2023 Today, it was the usual Sunday basketball 8:45am, Men’s prayer and Sunday worship. We were scheduled to be worshiping inside the building but because of a mix-up in the leasing arrangement, we were denied the opportunity to worship again in person. So we had to avail ourselves of our Sunday worship via conference call. My theme for Sunday was still on the question of aging. I used it for basketball, my weekly words of wisdom, that we create the future from what we did in the past and what we are doing in the present. In the Sunday worship, I spoke to the mystery of the three time zone reality: 1. Creating the future while in the present. The past has helped to make us what we are in the present. The present helps to create the future. 2. Because as I have stated in other places, America has a disdain for aging. We strive with all our might to stay young except in doing the things that would perpetuate youthfulness. I discussed how I defined my age chronologically 92 (although I age up one, so I’m 93). Physically, I feel around 30-40, psychologically 21, philosophically I am forever, spiritually I am eternal. That’s how I define my age, how do you define yours? 3. I am often asked how I act and look so good at 92? I ask myself, how is it that my mind is sharp, I have physical mobility, energized most of the time and excited. What have I done to reach this stage? First of all, I am what I am by the grace of God. After saying that there are 9 principles which I’ve striven to live by: Live Right Think Right Eat Right Exercise Right Sleep Right Fast Right Give and Receive Right Enjoy Life Right Worship and Serve God Right

Photo Bio Series Part Four: History of the Black United Front 1980 MESSAGE FROM OUR CHAIRMAN REV. HERBERT DAUGHTRY Chairman, Black United Front Although 1979 has gone into oblivion, its events, issues and personalities will be forever recorded in our memory. It was the year that David Sibeko, a member of the P.A.C. 's Presidential Council was assassinated in Dar es Salaam; Ambassador Andrew Young was forced to resign his Ambassadorship to the United Nations and a Black Mayor was elected in Birmingham, Alabama. It was the year that revolution continued to sweep the world, deposing dictators and hauling down flags of imperialism. It was a year in which political and economic tensions here in the U.S.A. were enhanced as people laid claim to the resources of their countries and unemployment and inflation evidenced an ever deepening economic crisis. It was also a year in which the resurgence of Klan activity and police brutality all reached genocidal proportion. Into this seething racist caldron, THE BLACK UNITED FRONT, a movement Born in the heat of police murder, Hasidic Jews vigilantism and white terrorism; Steeled in the confrontation with an anti-Black mayor; Hardened in efforts to prevent hospital closings; Strengthened in its support for Black leaders under fire; Broadened in its international solidarity with Caribbean and African states and liberation; Raised aloft the torch of hope as it galvanized unparalleled dedication and exemplified the highest expression of Black courage, sacrifice and perseverance. As you read this calendar, rest assured that THE BLACK UNITED FRONT will be somewhere struggling for the liberation of our people and let us be challenged to daily live our lives embodying the words of Marcus Garvey, "UP YOU MIGHTY PEOPLE, YOU CAN ACCOMPLISH WHAT YOU WILL."

Well, it’s a New Year and we are ready to face whatever comes our way. We hope that you will be with us on our travels and our subjects. I promise you that it’s going to be an exciting, educational, challenging journey. There will probably be some bumps in the road. We may even have to pause for a while but whatever happens in my 92 years I’ve come to believe that when we are doing God’s will, which is to Save the Planet and Save the People. God will work in everything for the good” Romans 8:28, even our so-called failures and mistakes. If we are honest in recognizing and confessing what we’ve done and promise to do the right thing, God will take the failures and mistakes and make them valuable teaching lessons which will make us stronger, better, wiser. So, here we go.. Just a word about our Watch Night Service on December 31st. In Jersey City, because of our rental situation which denied us access to the building after 10pm, we could not hold our Watch Night Service in the usual way, being in prayer as the New Year came in. But I urged our members of Jersey City and supporters worldwide to take a moment and be in prayer with us wherever they were as the New Year came in. In some of our churches Watch Night Services were hybrid. There were people in the church as well as on virtual. And some of our churches were only virtual. Sunday, January 1, 2023 There were two posts that occupied my thinking throughout the day: Wesley Gray Jr.’s post on Remembering the Historic three-day celebration of freedom On December 31, 1862, and my response to what he posted. "Bridge Street African Wesleyan Methodist Episcopal Church... I found out twelve years ago, that Brooklyn was the slaveholding capital of New York State and that New York State enacted a gradual emancipation (1783-1827), slavery was abolished in New York State in 1827. As I decided to research the history of my name in relation to the church, I happened to read a citation posted at PolyTech/NYU admissions building at 309 Bridge Street Metro Tech location in Brooklyn, NY. which is the original location of the Bridge Street African Wesleyan Methodist Episcopal Church, and eventually was relocated in 1938 to 277 Stuyvesant Avenue, Brooklyn, NY in my neighborhood. Rev. Dr. David B. Cousin is the senior pastor. As an ordained interfaith minister, I have had the honor and pleasure of being asked to drum at churches, including the above-mentioned for Kwanzaa, Young men initiation, Elder Men recognition Day, funerals, Libation ( "Mojuba" " Omimno rubo" which is a holy offering of water to the ancestors) and other ceremonies. This citation was initiated by Rev. Dr. Herbert Daughtry – civil rights leader and pastor of The House of The Lord Church in Brooklyn, NY... The Citation states as follows: Historic three-day celebration of freedom On December 31, 1862, hundreds of Brooklyn citizens--black and white--flooded the Bridge Street African Wesleyan Methodist Episcopal Church to attend the church’s traditional “watch night” service on New Year’s Eve. Parishioners came in such numbers because President Abraham Lincoln had promised to sign the Emancipation Proclamation on New Year’s Day. This was the first day of an historic three-day celebration of freedom at the church. On January 1, 1863, President Abraham Lincoln signed the Proclamation and freed four million African American men, women, and children. The Bridge Street Church remained open all day as word spread and people arrived to express their joy--as well as their concern about the ongoing Civil War--in meetings, speeches, prayers and songs. On January 2, the church presented a formal program of speakers, including African-American historian William Wells Brown and abolitionist Theodore Tilton. The Bridge Street Church played a prominent role in the anti-slavery movement as an abolitionist meeting place and a “station” on the Underground Railroad, hiding freedom seekers in the church basement. Other Brooklyn churches did the same, including Plymouth Congregational, Siloam Presbyterian, and Concord Baptist. Brooklyn was also home to such local abolitionist leaders as Henry Ward Beecher, Henry Highland Garnet, J.W.C. Pennington, James Gloucester, Arthur and Lewis Tappan, and John H. Raymond (a founder of Polytechnic University). Brooklyn became a national hub of abolitionist and anti-slavery activities, the nation’s first human rights campaign. In February 1863, the nation’s leading civil rights activist Frederick Douglass spoke at the Bridge Street Church, delivering a stirring speech on the need for black soldiers in the Union ranks. A few weeks later, Douglass used the Bridge Street address to launch his historic “Men of Color, To Arms” campaign, which recruited 200,000 African-American soldiers to the Union cause. In October 1865, Harriet Tubman, the nation’s most famous conductor on the Underground Railroad, visited the church. According to The Brooklyn Daily Eagle, she was welcomed by an immense congregation--half of it whites--and hailed for her heroism as a Union scout and nurse. At the time, the church organist was Susan Smith McKinney, 18, who was born and raised in Weeksville, Brooklyn,NY. She was an activist in missionary work and the suffragist movement, and she became the first African-American woman to earn a medical degree in New York State..." Peace, love and abundant blessings....Baba Wesley Gray My response: Yes, we used to do annual Educational Walking Tours through the Downtown, Brooklyn Height areas. Starting at our Church , The House Of The Lord Church, we would pause at each site and give a brief lesson. We discovered the role The Bridge Street Church played in the Freedom Struggle. The Church now had and was a part of the Polytech School. There was no mention of the Church’s role in history. We organized leaders in the area and had a plaque placed on the Church telling the Church story. We held a three day Ceremony and spent Watch Night Service in the Church! What an experience! Thank you Bro. Wesley for sharing. If there is anyone who used to go on our share a post. I don’t have the time to tell the full, exciting story and to name the people who were involved. One other piece of information, spending the night in the Bridge Street Church, brought back memories of our spending the night in the holding house on Goree Island in Africa. Scattered across Africa were houses where enslaved people were kept until there were sufficient numbers to carry out to the big ship and across the ocean, never to see home again. 2. Also on this day, it was the 107th birthday of John Henrik Clarke, born January 1st, 1915. He passed on January 15, 1998. Here is my post: Remembering Dr. John Henrik Clarke We should express our gratitude to Larry Cobb for reminding us that Sun. Jan. 1 was his birthday. He was born January 1, 1915-July 16, 1998 he made his transition. He would have been 107 on Jan 1, 2023. I first met Dr. Clarke in 1966. He was doing a series of classes in African/ Afro American History under sponsorship of The Metropolitan Urban Service Training(MUST). MUST was organized by a group of liberal EuroEthnics whose purpose was to teach and train religious leaders. It was a tumultuous time in America.The Civil Rights Movement made some gains but not enough to satisfy most of the Black Community. In Summer of 1966, intending to complete the march through Mississippi to Jackson, the Capital, responding to the shooting of James Meredith on June 6th. James, who integrated the University of Mississippi was on, what he called, A March Against Fear. As they marched, Dr. King, Floyd McKissick, Kwame Ture, were harassed all along the way. When they reached Greenwood, at a rally that night, Kwame was a major speaker. He had been jailed earlier in the day, as he was speaking, he shouted,”Black Power’. And another sea was added to the mighty Freedom ocean. It immediately sent shockwaves across America. Additionally, there was the Vietnam war and economic issues etc. America was in turmoil and most of them didn’t know what to do. Thus was born MUST. Dr. Clarke, Dr. Preston Wilcox and other Scholars and Activists. Also it was at MUST that I met Kwame Ture. After going through classes with Dr. Clarke I felt he needed to bring his vast knowledge to the community. So he began his teaching in Brooklyn at the House of the Lord Church and our friendship which lasted till his transition. In fact, I have his first writing and literature he prepared for MUST and the class of Ministers I organized at our Church. He was among the top Afro-centric Scholars who loved his people. He was more than glad to bring prodigious knowledge and experience to the assistance of our activism. I loved him dearly. He taught me so much and I still miss him. We started the Timbuktu Learning Center and expanded non-religious classes at our Church to give him a much larger audience. We still do the TLC at night starting back on 1/9/2023 at 7pm EST via conference call, you are welcome to join us. 716-427-1168 passcode 604309# MUST, where I learned so much about so many things, was led by an EuroEthnics, Dr. George (Bill) Webber. Bill, as we called him, was a genuine White Liberal. He expanded my world of knowledge, contacts, networking, experience, travel and involvement. Yes, I loved and admired him and was eternally grateful that Jesus Christ brought us together. He was one of the indispensable mentors that God sent my way or sent me his way at a critical time in history. In 1972, I was asked to participate in a three year study on the subject; Salvation Today. It was sponsored by the World Council of Churches. It demanded a lot of travel in key cities around the world, Vietnam, Singapore, Calcutta and Bengaluru India , and weeks at the World Council of Churches (WCC) Theological Institute, in Bossy Switzerland where we studied and planned with the organizers of the Study. In our travels we conferred with, and debated and learned from, Philosophers, Theologians, Academics, Revolutionaries, Diplomats, Artists, Literary Giants, all kinds of people in all kinds of places. At one of sturdy in Bossy , in our debates, I was constantly being humiliated once this arrogant, racist Theologian knew I didn’t know Greek (the early Scripture was written in Koine, a colloquial form of Greek spoken widely around the Greco/ Roman world at that time). When I returned to NY, I contacted Bill.I told him what happened. I told him I needed a semester of Greek. Bill was now President of the N.Y. Theological Seminary. He suggested, Tom Boomershine, a student, was doing his dissertation on the New Testament. Tom and I spent a semester, five days a week, in a room by ourselves, except my son, about three or four, all provided by Bill. When we returned to Bossy, and throughout the rest of the sturdy trip, I was ready. In the photo: The occasion is my wife receiving her doctorate degree. From left to right is Dr. Gayraud Wilmore, who wrote the great book: Black Religion, Black Radical. I am in the middle with Dr. Russell who was president of NYTS. My wife and on the end Dr. Bill Weber he is the current president of NYTS. My response to both articles captures a lot of history, some of which I was directly involved and so we took a lot of time reflecting on what had been posted. Stay tuned for

Saturday, January 7th, 2023 I posted on 1/7/23 previous day about the AACEO Meeting: “Fri. AM 1/6/23: I attended the monthly African American Clergy and Elected Officials (AACEO) at Antioch Baptist Church. In 1989, Dr. G. Taylor, at the time Pastor of Concord Baptist Church called Al Vann and I. He wanted to organize help for David Dinkins who was running for mayor. When the Meeting was convened, it seemed that every Black Elected Official and Religious Leader were present. We succeeded in helping Dave get elected. He became the first Mayor of African Ancestry in New York history. Since we were successful, we decided to stay together. We drafted a Constitution & Bylaws and elected officers. I was elected Chairman, Congressman Ed. Towns was elected Vice Chairman. We established five objectives: Internal Support: a commitment to keep private information from religious and/or political involvements. Sharing vital information, Enjoining Issues, External Support, whatever the needs: political, religious, community etc. To respect each others boundaries. I served for six years and resigned. The honor of serving as Chairman of such an illustrious body should be shared by others- This A.M. attendance, was I think the largest ever. Practically every Black Elected Official was present and some Latino. Rev. Al Sharpton was the featured speaker. He pointed out the need to know history and whose shoulders we stand on. He related the story Rev. Lowery told him as they surveyed destruction the hurricane left behind. There were a few trees still standing. When he asked Rev. Lowery, why? Lowery responded, the trees that are standing have roots running for miles.The others have no roots. Rev. Al drove home the point, if you don’t have roots you will fall when hard times come! These two questions we must ask ourselves: whose shoulders are we standing on? And, how deep are our roots? Rev. Robert Waterman is now the Chairman.” In the photo: AACEO Meeting at the Mayor David Dinkins office Sunday, January 8th, 2023 Well it’s Sunday and by now you know our program: Basketball 7:30-8:30am basketball in the gym, now that the weather has changed. After basketball, the Men’s Prayer 8:45-9:15am (telephone conference call) Sunday Service The title for my sermon was two events of the past, It’s all Motivated by Love. For the basketball players, as I have stated before prayer I do weekly words of wisdom. This Sunday, I mentioned the football player Hamlin, and I pointed out that for one shining moment the world came together to show him love. Again, I carried this theme through the men’s prayer and the sermon in our Sunday service 11:30am-1pm. I pointed out that the actions of the people toward Hamlin were motivated by love. But also, the disruption that took place at the City Council meeting was motivated by love. I emphasized that Jesus disrupted the moneychangers in the Temple. He was concerned that the moneychangers people, although reputable, probably considered among the leading citizens were exploiting the people - especially poor/disadvantaged people. Monday, January 9th, 2023 Breakfast with my Wife – Dr. Karen Daughtry At least twice a month, my wife, Dr. Karen and I have breakfast at our favorite restaurant. We have dinner once a week at another favorite eating place. I think that these times together around food and people that come to greet us showing love, is one of the activities that helped to sustain our marriage for over 60 years. One of the many things that encouraged me so much is that often when I or we are ready to pay for our food, I’m informed that it has already been taken care of. Most of the time it's by a stranger, and even when it is someone I know, they never tell me they're going to take care of the check. This happens not only in America but in other countries. I remember several years ago being in Puerto Rico. As my custom, I like to go for walks even in foreign lands. As I walked along this particular busy street, I decided to sample the food of a particular restaurant. I then reported to my wife about the quality of food and service. After I dined sufficiently not knowing the price, I made ready to pay the check. It was a substantial amount of money. It was a classy restaurant; I wouldn’t take my wife to anything less. When I inquired about the check, the waiter said it’s already been paid for. When I asked, by whom and when, looking across the room. They would not reveal the identity, I’m sure at the request of the generous person. I even had this done at grocery stores. As I moved along the line, the person in front of me looked at the food in my cart and gave me the cash that he thought would cover or at least pay part of the bill. He found a way to leave the money for the next person. I followed his example. I don’t know what the amount of the groceries that the person had after me, but I left cash to pay that person's bill. She followed me out to my car as I was packing, she thanked me profusely. It’s a good practice to do a good deed without being noticed. But there are times you want people to know you’ve done a good deed, not just for the praise but we want to be a witness and encourage others to do likewise. I encourage you to read the great book, Magnificent Obsession by Lloyd Douglas. In the evening, we resumed our Timbuktu Learning Center as we were off for two weeks. Tuesday, January 10, 2023 We did our usual morning prayer after which I posted Happy Birthday to Michael Garner. I was very pleased that I was getting a lot of response from my message. It's all motivated by Love. In fact, I received a glowing tribute from Playthell Benjamin. In the evening I attended another Englewood City council meeting, this meeting was cut short because of the disruption. I posted on this the following day. Timbuktu Learning Center I tried to take care of Timbuktu in real time. I started with my driving to the council meeting, crossing the street and entering the Council meeting building. When I attempted to go through security, I had to put my phone in the basket, prepared for security purposes. It meant that I had to disconnect my phone from the Timbuktu meeting. But, I learned later that the meeting was continued by a couple of the members. I was delighted to hear that. I love it when members participate and then out of the group emerges leaders who can take over the meeting. Wednesday, January 11, 2023 We had our usual Lifeline prayer, followed by conversation. My Wednesday typist was postponed again. One of my typists had to go to the hospital for the family member. She indicated that she didn’t know when she would return. Likewise, my assistant had arranged for a business appointment. So that part of our day was suspended. I had time to do my weekly shopping. I am blessed to have someone who does most of my grocery shopping through the internet, which delivers right to the door. Another act of genius is the human mind, you can order what you please and it will be delivered to your door. In fact even when it’s being delivered you can observe it on your computer. This is especially wonderful for us vegans. I cannot always find my special food in the grocery store where I shop. But online, what I require is always available and delivered to my door. Timbuktu Learning Center Health night, the emphasis was on diabetes. The teacher Leslie Williams called America “one of the sickest nations in the world”. She pointed out that diabetes is one of the major problems. America is hooked on sugar. Thursday, January 12, 2023 Thursday, usual morning. Posted about the city council meeting. We spent considerable time planning for the photo bio. I am very excited and I hope you are too, by this series that will rehearse history while relating it to the present through photos. My manuscripts are with four publishers, Reflections during the Pandemic 2020-2021. The pandemic suggests what the title suggests, thinking about the awful time of covid-19. This book should be out in another month, then we have a manuscript. Another publisher promises to have the Passing of the Giants of the Human Spirit. This tells the story of my association with various persons in various activities, mostly around the question of human rights and self determination. And this should be out in a few more weeks. The third is the manuscript 52 Weeks on Biblical Reflections, which is to be out in two months. The fourth is the Theology of Reparation and Liberation. The book addresses just what the title says. Theology is the study of the knowledge of God in relation to humanity. So the title suggests how God thinks and acts in relation to human liberation and reparation. And this promises to be out in 6 months . I had a talk with Bishop Arnold. Bishop Arnold’s son Julian, 19 years old was killed in an accidental shooting. The shooter was aiming for another person. You can imagine the devastation of the father, mother and especially family and friends. As I mentioned I suggested a street naming and a scholarship in his son’s honor. And finally, I had an interview with the New York Magazine. The subject matter was Bishop Lamar Whitehead. Bishop Whitehead has been arrested for various crimes. I did an interview long before the alleged criminal act took place. I was called to confirm my quotes. Basically, he had claimed to be the son of Arthur Miller. I indicated that in our movement in 1978 and through the years I had not seen him. I could not say whether or not he was Arthur Miller’s son. But I was cautious of his presence.

Monday, January 2, 2023 Monday was a holiday for some people, for us, it was a workday. There was time with LJ Digital Solutions, to go over the agenda for the day and for the week. A lot will be happening during this week and in the coming weeks. There was a piece of information that came my way. I can’t tell from whence it came whether social media or word of mouth, but I think it’s worth repeating to the best of my recollection. It was experts or scientists who are saying that staying hydrated – consuming a lot of liquids can slow down the aging process. Does it mean only water? I’m not sure that it has to be water. But it has to be similar to water, not sugary drinks. It can be fresh fruit or vegetables, in addition to researchers recommending water, I think. I mention it so that you can do your own study. If you want to slow down aging, the research may be helpful to you. I took considerable time making telephone calls wishing Happy New Year and returning calls. So, we were ready to start the New Year. This came as a surprise, it seemed to me. Maybe it should not have been, but at least I know water helps to cleanse the system. So much of our sickness and therefore our aging comes from our clogged-up system. Someone has said, “the problem with the world is that too many people are constipated.” I have another way of saying it, we are even conduits or cloggers. If we are obeying the universal principle of receiving (food items, including liquids) we should be experiencing an easy movement of our bowels. In the large context, what we receive should go through us to sustain other forms of life. But if we are cloggers we try to hold everything inside. Thus, we disrupt the universal principle of taking in and giving out and we will pay dearly for our clogging. Remember, the castor oil when we were children, or some other methods that our wise parents used to “cleanse us out”. So we need to ask ourselves in our approach towards life are we conduits or cloggers. Our state of health mentally, physically and spiritually will give us the truth. I watched Monday Night football as I usually do. I was deeply saddened to see a young football player Damar Hamlin injured making a tackle. He had to be given CPR on the field and taken from the field in an ambulance to the hospital. Everything stopped, everyone, and I believe everywhere, people paused to pray. Tuesday, January 3, 2023 Protest at the City Council Meeting After completing our administrative work, in the evening I attended the Community Englewood, NJ Council meeting. The community was protesting for a young man named Bernard Placide Jr. who was killed in his own house by a police officer. The officer, according to the information that was circulating, was being promoted to detective. Wednesday, January 4, 2023 After my morning ritual of prayer, exercise I headed to Jersey City. One of our members was having an operation. It had been my practice when I was the National Bishop to arrive at the hospital before my member(s) was to be operated upon. Of course we would do the usual prayers before the operation. I believe it was the Lord’s doing that led me to this practice. I think that it was a part of the healing process to be there. I always thought that when the member entered the hospital and saw me waiting there that it brought a chemical reaction or changes in their body was therapeutic. However, when I arrived at the hospital this morning, I discovered that the date had been changed, hence, I returned home. Preparing for typing assistant I have two typing assistants, one at 10-11am another is at 1-2pm. Both were absent. One, was absent due to a member of the family being hospitalized. Obviously, we spent time usually given to our work in prayer. I try to follow the example of Jesus. No matter how many masses of people that He addressed, no matter what station in life they occupied, Jesus was always available. No, more than that, He put himself in the life of individuals who had some need. And, what is most important, the individuals for whom he left the crowd could be the least in society. But, it could be a VIP. The point is, His ministry to the masses did not negate his ministry to an individual in need. Later today, I met with my other typing assistant who was absent for another reason. Here is my post about the previous day: “Last night, 1/3 I attended the Englewood Council Meeting to support the family of Bernard Placide, a 22 year old Black male. He was shot to death in his own home by a White female police officer. There have been many meetings, marches and rallies. The community became furious when it learned that the officer who shot Bernard was promoted. The city said the officer has not been promoted but reassigned. The Council meeting was packed, two deep standing room only. Former police chief Scott Jenkins. One of the key organizers, Rick another organizer, veteran organizer Lawrence Hamm, members NAN and the family of Bernard were some of the leaders present and made statements. It was a long, occasional disorderly meeting. Most of the speakers disregarded the two minutes rule. In my remarks, I emphasized how insensitive, unreal it was to promote or reassign an officer who killed someone, in the most suspicious circumstances. It is the history of police relations with the Black Community. Police Officers blatantly kill Black People, even children and women, and they are usually found not guilty. I pointed to Natacha Pannell, who spoke passionately about her brother’s death, Phillip Pannell was shot in the back. He was fifteen. The Community vowed to continue the protest till justice prevails!” Thursday, January 5, 2023 We had our usual Lifeline Prayer Time. It is not only a prayer time but we also have affirmations, testimonies, discussion, what’s happening in the world and social media. Long talk with Councilman Charles Barron I had a lengthy talk with the Councilman Barron. Mr. Barron had been one of my primary assistants and Chairman of the Harlem Black United Front (BUF). Also, when I founded the African People’s Christian Organization (APCO), he was one of the founding members and the Executive Director. As my primary assistant, he represented the organization both in the community, nationally and internationally. We talked about some of his travels. In addition, in the early days he was our youth leader. One of his travels, that we remember so well, was to Grenada. He led a delegation of young people at which time they met the Prime Minister of Grenada, Maurice Bishop. He was coordinator of our jail-going to free South Africa and Free Mandela Movement and many other issues, events, and meetings he attended. We decided that our conversation was too important to keep to ourselves. So I invited him to be on our Timbuktu Learning Center Call (Mon- Wed). He agreed to be on Tuesday, January 17th at 7pm 716-427-1168 passcode: 604309# All are invited. Friday, January 6, 2023 I attended our lifeline prayer, affirmations, testimonies and discussion of world events and social media posting. I attended the African American Clergy and Elected Officials (AACEO) Meeting It was one of the largest gatherings that I’ve seen since the early days. I decided that I would sit in the back and observe. I said to the Chairman, Dr. Robert Waterman. I would like to just sit in the rear unobserved. You need not to call me up front, which is the usual practice to sit with the dignitaries. I don’t know why I felt so strongly led to do so. People who recognized me tried to get me to come to the dais and some even went up to Dr. Waterman to inform him I was in the room. Rev. Sharpton was the keynote speaker. I was not aware that he was going to be the speaker. When the meeting was over and all the dignitaries (and there were plenty) had departed. I went up front, escorted by Dr. Waterman, thinking that he was going to honor my request to say a few words. When he said the prayer, he tried to end the meeting. After Rev. Waterman spoke, I said a few words about history. I was deeply concerned that the minister who initiated the call to Al Vann and I wasn’t even mentioned. I seldom have heard his name mentioned. In fact, I can’t even recall hearing his name. If so, it was fleetingly mentioned. Likewise, with Assemblyman Al Vann who just recently passed. I must confess, I may have overly emphasized the importance of history and the legacy that we leave behind. As I grow older this issue becomes increasingly important. As you know I’m 91 and will soon be 92. When I reach 92, I will say I’m 93. Some people lie going backwards, I lie going forward. It is a philosophical and psychological game I play with myself. It is a reminder that the decisions I make in the present, the things that I do in the present will shape the future. So we learn from the past, and the lessons we learn we apply in the present. And the lessons we apply in the present will shape the future. Thus, I hope you and the people with whom I interact will understand my concern with history. Later, I understood why I believe God was leading me to be unobserved. Throughout the time, I was there from the beginning. Not one dignitary or person on the dais mentioned my name. Yet there is no question, but had they known I was there, they would’ve had wonderful things to say about me. It reinforced the need, the imperative to do what we can so that the people who have given so much for us will not be forgotten when they no longer sit at the dais or even be physically present. I believe that we’ve got to think of ways, maybe create new ways of perpetuating the memory and not losing anything of history that could help us to be better and do better. One person said to me “Well, we remember the people you mentioned every year and we have celebrations for them”. My response, “yes that’s what we do. We at our church have anniversaries once a year that our members who have passed on are mentioned and we do it in our organization once a year. The rest of the time people have forgotten.” So, we have to create ways that make the reminders more relevant to where we are in the present. Another conversation that I had with one of my colleagues, Dr. Mark Taylor. He asked me if I remember a young lady who came to my church and was very troubled and I invited her into the office and we sat for two hours and neither one of us said a word. She got up and she left and I have not seen nor heard of her since, but how could I forget the time that we spent together. Well, he said that the young lady is now a professor at a learning institution. She spoke to him about how I saved her life. She said she was in a terrible place, suffering from a terrible experience. She was blaming God for everything. She said the time we spent helped to restore her faith and get through the traumatic experience to which she was having. I said, Wow, what lessons are in that encounter? Do we always need to use verbal language to convey our concern? Do we always need to try to engage in conversation to show our interests? The question is, is there a way we can communicate on a deeper spiritual level? This story should encourage all of us who are doing good things. We never know the impact of what we are doing, only God knows. There is a song that one of the great ministers of our church used to sing. Her name was Minister Alice Edwards, the sister of Peggy Washington and Minister Linwood Smith. She used to sing,‘May the work I've done speak for me! ‘May the work I've done speak for me! When I'm resting in my grave, There is nothing that can be said. May the work I've done speak for me! May the life I live speak for me! When the best I try to live, My mistakes He will forgive. May the life I live speak for me! May the service I give speak for me! When I've done the best I can, And my friends don't understand. May the service I've given speak for me! All that I've done, The service I have given, And the life I have lived, May all seem small, But when I stand before my God, I want to hear him say, "well done." May the life I live speak for me.’ I think there are going to be some big surprises when we get to heaven - let me add a little humor. I heard somebody say, there are going to be three big surprises when we get to heaven: 1. We’re going to be surprised there will be people that we thought would make it. 2. There will be people that we thought would make it, but did not. 3. And the biggest surprise of all, we will be there. I guess it can be summed up in a sentence, the universal principle is that the love you send out will return to you in more that you sent. What we send out we get back with interest. I have not been able to get this young lady off my mind since I had my conversation with Dr. Taylor.

JULY 7, 2016 BY HERBERT DAUGHTRY There was another tribute for Muhammad Ali, “The Greatest.” This one was held in the ring at the Barclays Center in Brooklyn, NY on Saturday, June 25, 2016. Several months before the tribute, Mr. Brett Yormack, the CEO of the Barclays Center, invited me (and a guest) to join him at ringside for the championship fight between Keith Thurman and Shawn Porter. Later, he embellished the invite with an offer to join him in the ring with two champions – Daniel Jacobs (middleweight) and Deontay Wilder (heavyweight) in a tribute to Muhammad Ali. On the night of the fight, there was the usual excitement that accompanies a major event. It seemed even more so for championship fights. Sitting at ringside, with my only son, Herb, Jr., my reflections soon turned to Muhammad Ali. How well I remember the classic fights with Sonny Liston, Joe Frazier, and George Foreman where all of Ali’s serpentine cunning, dazzling brilliance, amazing dexterity, flashing speed of hands and feet (“float like a butterfly, sting like a bee”), herculean stamina, unusual pain tolerance, undaunted fearlessness, awesome power, incredible endurance, and boundless confidence were on display. Probably, his next-to greatest fight was with Ken Norton in 1973 in Madison Square Garden. Early in the fight, Norton broke Ali’s jaw. For the rest of the fight, Ali fought with a mouth full of blood and excruciating pain. Maybe, his greatest fight was against Parkinson’s disease. He refused to retreat, hide, or quit. He fought this dreaded disease to the end, exhibiting all of the qualities that made him the greatest. And, he never lost his sense of humor, playfulness, magic tricks, etc. I was with him near the beginning of the dreaded disease began to attack. We were in East Orange, NJ for a “Free South Africa” meeting. He came over to me, and said, “I never heard you preach. Can you preach?” I came face-to-face with him, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, sternly, “Can you fight? I preach like you fight.” He tightened his lips, and put on his best mocked serious look, and said, “You are preaching so-and-so. You’re the greatest preacher in the world.” We were together in the suite at the Democratic National Convention in 2008. My daughter, Rev. Leah Daughtry, was the CEO. (By the way, she has made history. She is the CEO for the 2016 Democratic National Convention. It is the first time that there has been a repeat performance.) Again, he threw up his hand, and I did likewise. We bobbed and weaved, throwing make-believe punches at each other and smiling all of the time. We really had a great time. Yes, he was one of a kind. Yes, he was a Superstar! I was the unofficial chaplain with the NY Jets for five years just after they had won Super Bowl III. I wondered what separated the Superstars from the regular stars. After all, when anyone reached the professional plateau, he or she has to be a star. I came to the conclusion, all things being equal, it was the pain tolerance. Superstars can perform at a high efficiency while bearing severe pain. What is true in the Sports World is true in any world. To succeed in life, you have to learn to endure “the whips and scorns of time, the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, and the thousand natural shocks that the flesh is heir to.” Muhammad Ali was a Superstar, but his “superstar-ism” was not confined to the boxing ring. He brought all of his superlative qualities and “superstar-ism” to his racial pride and humanitarianism. When all things are considered, we have to agree with him that he was “the Greatest.” Now, the preliminary fights were over, and so was my reverie. Barry Baum, Barclays Center’s Executive Vice President & Chief Communications Officer, beckoned me from my seat to the edge of the ring. I was joined by Deontay Wilder, a giant of a man, but very friendly with a ready smile; and, Daniel Jacobs, effervescent and exceedingly pleasant. “He must be an exceptional fighter,” I thought to myself – not because he was the champ, but because he was unmarked. His handsome face was as smooth as a “baby’s bottom.” We shared stories about growing up in Brownsville and environs. I was in a gang which was located around Dean, Bergen, and Pacific Streets bordered by Ralph and Saratoga Avenues. We fought the Socialistic Gents who were located in Brownsville. Standing at the edge of the ring, we were instructed when and where to enter the ring, and where to stand once in the ring. When it was time to get in the ring, I confessed, I felt a little jittery – reality was clashing with the past. The last time I was in the ring, and the last time I had on boxing gloves, I used to punch the big punching bag at my home as part of my exercise routine. When it was time to enter the ring, we mounted the steps. The ropes around the ring were stretched wide enough to allow us to crawl through them. When my feet hit the soft canvas in the ring, I did all I could do to fetter the irresistible urge to dance around the ring. Standing in the center of the ring with Brett Yormack flanked by the two champions, looking out across over 12,000 yelling faces, I remember a conversation that Barry and I had earlier as we surveyed the mammoth, artistically-designed Arena; the vision of Bruce Ratner and others had come to realization. A few years before, there was nothing but a hole in the ground and a lot of fiery resistance. I thought of the Bible verse, “Where there is no vision, the people perish.” Mr. Yormack introduced us. When my name was announced, I couldn’t resist any longer. I did my little dance and threw punches in the air the way boxers do as they are warming up for a fight. (I still shadowbox. That, too, is a part of my exercise routine.) Mr. Yormack gave his remarks, announcing the tribute to Muhammad Ali to the thunderous response, and then there was the reverential silence. Thurman retained his championship with a controversial decision. When the decision was announced , there were scattered boo’s across the Arena. Before the decision was announced, my son asked me who I thought won the fight. I said, “Porter, but they would give the victory to Thurman.” Porter’s mauling, rough house aggressiveness had kept Thurman on the defensive for most of the fight, but it wasn’t decisive enough to dethrone a champ. It was a thrilling night. For a brief moment, Father Time had turned backwards in his flight. I was young again, and loved ones and old friends had awakened from their eternal sleep. In those days so long ago, life was energy, dangerous, laughter, fun, and games. Life itself was a game, and we were “the boys of summer.” Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, mysteriously, like some mighty tsunami, white powder (heroin) came and swept it all away. We were no longer full of life, love, and laughter. We became lifeless – like zombies. Our bodies once pulsating with the zest and zeal were now prematurely aging, battered, bent, diseased, and sick. No longer were our eyes clear, and our minds sharp. We had dramatically changed – a veritable Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, driven to do anything to anybody to feed the insatiable “white demon.” Few would enjoy the threescore and ten promised by the Bible. We were “dead men walking”. The law came and sent us away to long prison years. They deemed us criminals and not sick and in need of medical attention, but like the phoenix bird of Greek mythology, we rose again and again from the ashes. And, in some sense, Muhammad Ali symbolized our struggle to keep coming back again and again and again against all kinds of opposing forces, for we are destined to be champions.

Series Part Three: History of the Black United Front To heighten your interest and in keeping with our themed photo-bio. We thought you would be interested in the front page of a regular 12-month calendar. What we will post is the photo collage of the front page of the calendar. *Let the viewer keep in mind that some of these photos are demonstrations where posters/signs are held up, which may not be the official position of the Black United Front except where one of the recognized leaders is carrying or holding up the sign. Producers of this calendar: Layout - Jerry Byron Typesetting - Muslimah Mashariki Editorial Consultant - Jitu Weusi Research: Cathy Moore Karen Elder Bill Foster Photography: Jerry Byron Justice Haki John Allan

Since we already started with the Black United Front (BUF) I thought it would be a good idea to continue a photo-bio series. Before we get into the actual photo bio part of our series. It is necessary to further elaborate on the beginning of the BUF. In my book, No Monopoly on Suffering Blacks and Jews in Crown Heights, published byAfrica World Press.In the fourth chapter, Creating A Movement, Perpetuating A Vision that records the beginning on the history of BUF. Creating a Movement, Empowering a People, Perpetuating a Memory In the summer of 1977, Sam Pinn, Albert Vann, Jitu Weusi and I began to meet. At that time, Pinn was chairman of Brooklyn Congress of Racial Equality (CORE). Vann was Assemblyman in the 56th AD, and Weusi was founder and leader of The East, a cultural and educational organization that generated some of the most innovative and progressive programs in the city. All three were educators. Pinn later became a professor at Ramapo College in New Jersey. Vann and Weusi taught in the New York City public schools, both having played prominent roles in the struggle for community control in Ocean Hill-Brownsville. In fact, both taught at P.S. 271, one of main schools in the Ocean Hill- Brownsville school complex. Both Vann and Weusi had been smeared by the charge of anti-Semitism, as was anyone who played a leading role in the struggle. Over the years, the four of us had been politically involved with one another in various ways but never in the way that we were then. At that time we were particularly concerned about the deplorable state of people of African Ancestry in Brooklyn and throughout the country. In Brooklyn, despite our numbers, Blacks were relatively powerless, a frustrating situation pervasive throughout the city and the nation. We four decided to set aside one morning a week just to analyze and evaluate our political situation and to plan for better conditions. Brooklyn has the largest concentration of people of African descent in the Western Hemisphere. Over 1.5 million of our people call Brooklyn their home today. We have come from many lands and have various stories to tell about our lives. The truth of our condition today is that while our population is vast, we are a powerless people and cannot effectively control the factors that influence our lives. We want to stop the terror by the police and Hasidic in our community. We want to end the state of oppression and exploitation that ravage our embattled population. We want to create a living memorial to the memory of Arthur Miller and declare that NEVER AGAIN will we allow our people, especially our youth, to be brutalized and murdered without an adequate response. But we must come together and do more than just talk. We must educate and organize our community. We must agitate and petition for change. We must develop the facility to protect ourselves, our families and community. There is much WORK to be done. Join the people’s movement for JUSTICE! As we compared our knowledge and analyses, we realized that we were learning a great deal about and from each other, that we were becoming more knowledgeable about the true political and social conditions, issues, and personalities of our community. In meeting together, putting out collective heads together, we became far more politically aware. While other individuals and groups were wondering what to do, we had already formulated our strategies. In addition, we knew each other’s strengths and weaknesses. We could build upon our strengths and improve upon our weaknesses, and in the process we learned to trust each other. This is so very important in all ventures but especially in political and social ventures, where powerful people and systems will be challenged; where leaders must take risks, in spite of threats to themselves, to their families, or to their friends. Each of us played a vital role in the group. Sam Pinn was reflective and analytical. Al Vann was thoughtful and theoretical. Vann was to receive the political credibility and power generated from our movement, and he, in turn, agreed to serve the people. Jitu Weusi, a quick, sharp thinker and a long-time activist and organizer, had wide-ranging contacts and credibility within the grassroots and nationalist communities. I was chosen as point man, the spokesperson who would argue our case in public, articulating our direction and policy. In November 1976, a police officer named Robert Torsney killed a 15-year-old Black youth named Randolph Evans for no apparent reason. A year later, almost to the day, the jury rendered a decision to place Torsney under psychiatric treatment and to allow him weekends at home. The Black community was incensed. Once again, a White policeman had unjustly killed a Black youth, and again there was neither recompense nor apology. There had been others: 11-year-old Ricky Borden from Staten Island; 11-year-old Clifford Glover from Jamaica, Queens; and 14-year-old Claude Reese from Brooklyn. Various kinds of demonstrations followed the Evans killing. The four of us, calling our movement the Concerned Leaders and Citizens to Save Our Youth, began to plan an appropriate response that would not only express our anger but would at the same time promote something positive to perpetuate the memory of Randolph Evans. We vowed to build a movement that would eventuate into the political and economic empowerment of our community. We decided on a three-prong attack: Economic Boycott, Legal Action at the Federal Level, Comprehensive Youth Programs. Look forward to the next article on Thursday, January 19, 2023 Watch my videos on YouTube: Herbert Daughtry Global Ministries Follow me on Facebook: @HDglobalministries Twitter: @revdaughtry Visit our website: www.hdgministries.org Phone Number: 833-236-7555 Tune in for our Lifeline Fellowship (7am- 8am EST) and The Timbuktu Learning Center (7pm-8:30pm EST) Call-In: 716-427-1168 Passcode: 604309#

Chapter Twelve Well, I know it’s behind schedule but here it is—Chapter Twelve. The Power In Sound. In the last article I addressed, we ought to own or control what we produce. So I’ll continue with chapter twelve. I know there are powerful forces out there-but God is all-powerful. If God is for us, He is more than the whole world against us. It will not happen without a struggle. But so what, we’ve been struggling all our lives. If we're to put the same energy and intelligence that we employ against each other into supporting each other nobody in the world could stop us! “There is no progress without struggle “ Fred Douglas said a long time ago. It shows again what Paul Robeson and others knew how inextricably bound together are the struggles for human rights and self-determination with art forms. People who are oppressed and exploited must use every means God gives to them to free themselves. Remember, until all of us are free, none of us are free. You who have used your gifts to achieve some fame and fortune for yourselves, and think you are better than your brothers and sisters, cabined, cribbed, and confined in ghettos, projects “hoods” and jails, you’d better watch it. The same forces which have allowed you to succeed and encouraged alienation from your people will one day say to you, “we don’t need you anymore “ or “you are getting too big, we have to cut you down to size.” Then where are you going? Back to the homies? Well, then you’d better make sure that when your homies call, you are there for them. Chapter thirteen next Sat. See my Al Vann series atwww.hdgministries.org. Join Mon-Fri 7-8a Lifeline prayer and inspirational and discussion —1-716-427 1168 passcode 604309# also at night 7-8p Mon-Wed

STRUGGLING AGAINST MADNESS (cont) Peoples’ Anti-War Mobilization Rally Washington, D.C. May 3, 1981 Will the madness destroy itself and us? Will the gods having allowed this madness, now permit the destruction? Is there no hope? Is there no Balm in Gilead? Shall we lay our sword and shield down by the riverside and study war no more? Are we to do nothing but weep, complain, and leave this madness to crash the ship of state at mid-sea or among the breakers of farther shores? No, no, no a thousand times no, we will not quit! Let our “No” ring out till it reaches every corner of the White House, every crack in the Pentagon, every crevice on Capitol Hill, every hole in Corporate America. No, we will not throw in the towel! No, we will not grow weary! No, we will not be discouraged! And, no we will not be deceived! Our hands are on the plow and we cannot turn back. Let them send the F.B.I. Let them send the C.I.A. Let them send the K.K.K., but we will not quit. Let them take our jobs, take our Bank Books, threaten our Union, yes - let them take our lives, but we will not give up!! We have the awesome responsibility to struggle with the people until sanity prevails. Who knows, but that we have been called to this hour to save the people and also these madmen. This struggle must not only concentrate on El Salvador, the draft, nuclear testing, and militarism in general, but it must also look to the Caribbean, where a small nation, Grenada, a nation which is only 10 by 21 miles with a population of 110,000, is striving to develop its own land according to its own plan and choose its own friends and allies. The People’s Revolutionary Government in Grenada extended a friendly hand to the U.S. Rulers. But, the response has been hostile. In a high handed imperialist fashion, the U.S. Government has sought to impose humiliating conditions for friendly relations. There are good reasons to suspect that the U.S. Government is attempting to sabotage the Government of Grenada. We must support the Peoples’ Revolutionary Government of Grenada! Our struggle must encompass concern for Southern Africa, including Angola, Mozambique, and Namibia. The present policies of the Reagan administration to destabilize the government of angola and Mozambique must be denounced with all the emphasis we can command. The love affair into which Reagan and Haig have entered with the abominable regime of South Africa must be attacked as a relationship with the devil and affiliation with Hell. A few days ago in the Security Council, the U.S. with Britain and France (strange bedfellows) vetoed sanctions against South Africa. On May 14, 1981, Roelof Botha, the South African Foreign Minister, came to this country. Can you imagine such a thing? A government whose wickedness is comparable to any in human history, with a leadership whose hands are dripping with the blood of millions of men, women, and children coming to this country to meet with U.S. rulers who, but a few days ago bemoan the Holocaust in Germany. What Hypocrites!!! There is a continuing Holocaust in South Africa, and do they weep for Africa’s dead? Do they damn the murders? No, they invite them to this country to be wined and dined and to express sympathy and support their evil policies. We must show our outrage! The National Black United Front is calling for a mass demonstration across the country in opposition to Botha’s visit. The New York Black United Front will be having a Rally at the United Nations on May 13, 1981, from 12:00 to 2:00 PM, with a March to the South African Embassy. We are demanding that Botha stay home, Kirkpatrick resign, and the end of support for South Africa. We are inviting all of you to join us in this effort. Come to New York on the 13th and join us at the United Nations. Contact the Black United Front in your city for planned activities. We must move beyond words, beyond verbal condemnation, we must act!! We must march, demonstrate and confront our public representatives. We must do whatever necessary to end U.S. support for South Africa. Namibia must be free! Our struggle must not only have an international focus, but let us “Look Homeward Angels”. We must build a people’s movement that will put people first. In this connection it is important that we note two considerations; we should emphasize that Reagan is bad news for everybody but the rich and powerful. I know that there are good middle class white folk who are rejoicing that poor people, especially Black poor, are being put down. But, mark you well, Reagan got your number too. We urge middle class whites to get in the movement too, for after they have finished off the poor in the morning they will be for them at noon time. The second consideration we must note derives from the Vietnam Days. During that time the Peace Movement poured its energy into stopping the war in Vietnam. Racism was left to run rampant with little or no response from the Peace Movement. When the Vietnam War was over whites, many of you here today, went back home, back to school, back to the status quo, back to the system, back to business as usual! And we were left to carry the battle alone. Let us not make the same mistakes. It is true many of us have had differences, but we say today “if your heart is as our hearts give us your hand”; to Gentiles and Jews, to Protestants and Catholics, to Blacks and Whites, to every religion, creed, nationality, we say “if your heart is as our hearts give us your hand”. If you long as we do for a world wherein dwelleth peace, justice, and equality in all things among all people; and if you believe as we do that it is possible to shape that kind of world, we say “Let us close ranks put our shoulders together and get on with the task”. Let us not end our solidarity here, but let us go back to the places from whence we came inspired by what we have seen and felt here today, and let us organize. Let us build a People’s Movement that will not end with the defeat of the military junta in El Salvador, but let’s build a People’s Movement that will struggle until Namibia is free!, South Africa is free! Until the U.S. foreign policy reflects the wishes of the people and not of the few rulers. Until support for reactionary, fascist, racist governments cease. Let us struggle on until the resources of the land are turned away from war making and individual aggrandizement to service and program for the people. Until slums and ghettos are eradicated, poverty and unemployment are removed from the land. Let us struggle until the social order has been transformed into democratic and economic fairness. And we will win, we will win. Because madness is of short duration; because it is predicated upon a distorted perception of reality. It calls evil good, good evil; friends enemies, enemies friends; it calls light darkness, and darkness light; it calls backwardness progress, progress backwardness. We will win because the budding future is stronger than the withering past. We will win because the wretched down trodden of the world are on the move. Long live the People’s Anti-War Mobilization. Long live the Democratic Revolutionary Front in El Salvador. Long live the Sandinista Liberation Front in Nicaragua. Long live the Peoples’ Revolutionary Government in Grenada. Long live the African National Congress, Pan Africanist Congress of Azania, and the South West African Peoples’ Organization, in South Africa. Long live the National Black United Front. Long live Peoples’ Progressive and Liberation Movements, and Governments of the people, by the people, and for the people. FORWARD TOGETHER!! BACKWARDS NEVER!! The End.

Seize the Future (cont.) Part Seventy-One STRUGGLING AGAINST MADNESS Peoples’ Anti-War Mobilization Rally Washington, D.C. May 3, 1981 It has been said that the gods first make mad those they are about to destroy. Now I do not want to blame the gods for human folly, so let us say those who are about to destroy themselves, the gods allow them to go mad. When we survey the policies, goals, tactics, attitudes, and behavior of the present rulers of the Nation, we are driven to the inescapable conclusion... they are mad!! How else can you explain America’s support for El Salvador? After the nightmare that was Vietnam, you would think that the rulers would have learned their lesson. But here they go again just a few years later pouring money, material, and advisors to the Durante’s Regime that has massacred thousands of citizens including Holy men and women, it is madness! madness! madness! How else do you explain the love affair which the Reagan administration has entered into with the Apartheid Regime in South Africa? A little while back the Ambassador to the United Nations, Ms. Jane Kirkpatrick was caught in an illegal meeting with high officials of South Africa. Ms. Kirkpatrick said she did not know who they were. Which means that she is lying or stupid, or both. Either one is bad for us. When Andrew Young met with a member of the P.L.O., he was forced to resign. But no such fate befell Ms. Kirkpatrick. Obviously, she was doing what Reagan wanted her to do. What an utter disregard for decency! How do you explain it? Madness! Madness! Madness! And would you believe it, while they are supporting the military junta in El Salvador; while they are increasing the military budget to protect their interest abroad. While they are courting the affection of the most abdominal regime in the world, here at home they are terminating programs and services to the aged and children. They are closing hospitals and they are shutting down schools! They are stopping Lunch Programs for hungry children! They are halting assistance for decent housing! They are ending employment programs and slamming the door in the face of the handicap people!, and they say they are doing it to protect your interest. They say they are doing it for Peace! What kind of reasoning is this? Is it your interest they are protecting? What do you own in El Salvador and other parts of the world that requires an astronomical military budget? And if you own anything, how did that come about in other peoples’ country? Did you steal it? Did you take it? And what about this Peace business, how can there be peace in one’s own country when the gulf between the haves and the have nots grows ever wider? Even animals of the rich gorge themselves on steaks and wear expensive apparel, while the masses starve or survive on inadequate diets and wear rags for clothing. Urban neighborhoods of the poor are allowed to deteriorate, rats and roaches infest dilapidated shacks, while the automobiles of the rich have more space. The unemployment rate spirals and the masses earn little or nothing, while others earn millions of dollars a year with an expense account. How can there be peace? It may be possible to put all of the country’s resources into the military and continue exploitation and defense abroad, while at the same time war rages at home. That situation may be possible, but only madness would think it wise to do. Anyone who thinks that human beings will go along with a program that spends billions on military while children starve and he languish in unemployment must be mad. How else can you explain it? Madness!, that is what it is Madness!, Madness!, Madness!, and unless something is done with this madness, they will destroy itself and the people. There is a strange and particular quality about madness. It loudly and smugly claims sanity for itself, and ascribe insanity to the rest of the world. It sees plots, schemes, and conspiracy everywhere – communist conspiracy, black conspiracy, and jewish conspiracy. Thus, further intensifying its own madness. More defense, more arms, more draft, more nuclear testing. Enemies are coming, they are everywhere! And since there is Universal Laws that says, “we get what we fix our minds upon”, And because there is need to justify all the war preparations, it is inevitable that a provocation by the alleged enemy be found. And abnormal pride, also a quality of madness, demands massive retaliation. The alleged enemy must be humiliated, must be destroyed, along with all his friends! And guess who will fight the war, who will do the dirty work of the madmen? There is a calculating cunningness about madness, you know. The cunning of war madness is that others are manipulated and paid to fight the war, to take up arms on behalf of the country. Poor Blacks, Whites, Chicanos, Latinos who a short time before were told they were lazy, welfare cheats, crooks, good for nothing savages are now informed that they are not so bad after all. Their country needs them and it is their patriotic duty to not only go kill the enemy, but to die if they have to. Now all the time the madmen and their children will find a way to stay out of the war. But there is another quality of madness, blindness. Madness does not recognize its own madness. Its cunning can conceal its madness. It can fool some of the people all of the time; it can fool all of the people some of the time, but it cannot fool all of the people all of the time. And so, we have come today to say to the Rulers, you cannot fool us. You cannot fool any of us any of the time. The policies, goals, tactics, attitudes, and the behavior of the present Rulers is madness. We have come from many miles across land, water, and airwave. We have braved towering difficulties. We have made heavy sacrifices. We have come at great risk to say “The present course of the Nation is madness.” We represent every political ideology, religious persuasion, and national origin. And we say, “the priorities now set is madness”. Not only so, but we have come representing not ourselves alone, we come with the well wishes, endorsements of our friends and relatives in America and abroad. And they want us to say for them, “It is madness”. All across the U.S.A. poor people, powerless people, working people, just plain folk are saying “its madness”. There is madness in the White House! Madness on Capitol Hill! Madness in the F.B.I.! Madness in the C.I.A.! Madness in the Pentagon! Madness in the Multi-National Corporate structure! There is madness in the foreign policy! Madness in the domestic policy! Madness in placing profits above people! We stand here today in the shadow of the Pentagon, 100,000 strong, and declare with one voice, Exploitative capitalism is madness! Imperialism is madness! Colonialism is madness! Neocolonialism is madness! Racism is madness! Anti-Semitism is madness! Anti-people is madness! And innumerable people across the nation are convinced that the aforementioned damnable qualities characterize too many of the present rulers. If we are right in our diagnosis, does the prognosis already alluded to necessarily follow? To be continued…

Chapter Fourteen Well, Chapter Fourteen I wrote about sound in the MRI machine and the saturation of sound in the world influencing our behavior. Now I will return to rhythm in action. Last article was rhythm on the basketball court. Now I will address rhythm on the football field. We think it was enough to cross the goal line and score a touchdown, no, we had to perform rhythmic dances, sometimes in duets and trios. And the stone- faced officials of football say,” cut it out; that’s unsportsmanlike conduct.” So after the touchdown, we shimmied,swayed and swaggered a little bit and went back to the bench and did our dance, usually with the participation of other players. What football officials didn’t understand is that you can’t style it. You can sooner stop the Sun from rolling across the sky than you can stop us from expressing the rhythm within us! Let me make this important point. When we Rapped, even when we played the “dozen “ (again I where this self degrading exercise came from and who started it) we were competitive. We tried to out do each other in expressing our poetic,rhythmic skills. But It Didn’t Turn To Violence! Some where, Some how, In Recent Times , We Have Allowed Our Creative Genius And The Legacy Bequeathed To Us By Our Ancestors And From Our God To Become A Bone Of Contention, Confrontation And Death. Look for chapter fifteen next week, Join us to day on our organizing meeting. 1-2p (zoom) M/F 7-8a M/W 7-830p est. for Prayers, inspiration, Discussion of current events, health history and issues. 1716 427 II68 code 604309.