[I read a shorter version of this piece at a program organized by Adam Gottlieb for the Revolutionary Poets Brigade of Chicago, June 7, 2014, and in conjunction with other readings going on around the country on this date on the theme of police brutality. The title of the event, No-knock, an Artistic Speak Out Against the ‘American Police State,‘ references the poem by Gil Scott-Heron, “No-Knock.” I was honored to read with a dozen other artist activists, whose eloquent and passionate words shaped Big Poems indeed. One of the readers, Mariame Kaba, wrote a moving piece about her experience at the event, on the Prison Culture blog: “Standing on a Soapbox, Calling out the Cops.” — Lew Rosenbaum]
Thanks to Adam for inviting me to present here today. Thanks to all the other presenters, whose important words you have heard and will hear. And a shout out to poets in New Orleans and San Francisco and perhaps elsewhere who are having similar events today, poets from 100,000 Poets for Change.
Today is Brooksday, Gwendolyn Brooks’ birthday, and the second annual marathon reading of Gwendolyn Brooks’ works, taking place at Printers’ Row Bookfair under the auspices of the Guild Complex and Third World Press. Ms. Brooks’ spirit is here, Gwendolyn Brooks spirit is here, the Gwendolyn Brooks who wrote, in her poem “Winnie”:
I am not a tight faced Poet.
I am tired of little tight-faced poets sitting down to
shape perfect unimportant pieces.
This is a time for Big Poems,
roaring up out of sleaze,
poems from ice, from vomit, and from tainted blood.
This is the time for stiff or viscous poems.
Big, and big.
This is the kind of poetry you will hear today.
If you travel across Lake Michigan from around Winnetka you will wind up on the beach near Benton Harbor. Benton Harbor is the home of Reverend Edward Pinkney, the first American banned from the internet. That’s right. Banned from using his computer so that the story of Whirlpool’s corporate domination of Benton Harbor will not get out;
So that the story of the social face of fascism in this country will not get out.
Now that the corporations, like Whirlpool, are so thoroughly in bed with, embedded in, the political state, the protests emerging from places like Benton Harbor are challenging the legitimacy of corporate rule. Here is what the battle is about (most of the following comes from the online BlackList (http://theblacklistpub.ning.com/forum/topics/first-american-banned-from-internet-rev-pinkney):
Rev. Pinkney has not been convicted of any crime whatsoever, but a gag order was issued forbidding him from using the Internet. His wife Dorothy has not even been accused of any crime, but she is forbidden from using the Internet in their home. No person who has been convicted using the Internet for cyber stalking, child pornography, or bank fraud has ever been banned from using the Internet, but Rev. Pinkney, who is accused of election fraud, was ordered to refrain from going online for any reason.
Rev. Pinkney sponsored a recall petition against the mayor of Benton Harbor, Michigan that gathered sufficient signatures. The recall petition has been more rigorously investigated than murders of young black men whose bodies are continually found in that area. Armed police officers went door to door interviewing petitioners and asking exactly what day (petitions had been circulated as much as six months before) they signed the petition. The rigorous investigation led to criminal charges against Pinkney. When he went to the hearing connected with this matter, a gag order was instituted that completely blocked him from using the Internet, although the petition for recall of the mayor did not collect online signatures.
At a hearing Thursday, June 5, 2014, the judge set a trial date for July 21, 2014 on his case of voter fraud. The judge did lift the house arrest and prohibition against using the internet conditions.
Rev. Pinkney’s arrest, gag order, and setting of a trial date on the flimsiest of evidence were probably instituted to prevent success of the following initiatives:
1) the annual OCCUPY the PGA demonstration, protesting the sale of public lands for a golf course for elitists;
2) the boycott against Whirlpool products (Whirlpool is #153 on the 2014 Fortune list of 500 biggest corporations);
3) the protest against Benton Harbor Police Department for refusing to investigate the mutilations and deaths of numerous black people, which are perceived by Rev. Pinkney and others as being unrequited racial murders; and
4) the recall of elected officials who Rev. Pinkney and others perceive as being in place to represent corporate interests rather than the people of Benton Harbor.
This story has been covered for over a decade by the People’s Tribune and Tribuno del Pueblo newspapers. The current, June 2014, issue has a cover story on Reverend Pinkney and a center spread which includes information about what you can do. Please take a copy. Donations are welcome and cover the cost of printing the paper so that the blackout against stories like this can be broken.
In order to respect the time of the other readers, I’d like to close with 2 short poems and a final invocation of Gwendolyn Brooks.
The first is by Ray Durem, an African American communist poet who wrote “Award.”
A Gold Watch to the FBI Man who has followed me for 25 years.
Well, old spy
looks like I
led you down some pretty blind alleys,
took you on several trips to Mexico,
fishing in the high Sierras,
jazz at the Philharmonic.
You’ve watched me all your life,
I’ve clothed your wife,
put your two sons through college.
what good has it done?
the sun keeps rising every morning.
ever see me buy an Assistant President?
or close a school?
or lend money to Trujillo?
ever catch me rigging airplane prices?
I bought some after-hours whiskey in L.A.
but the Chief got his pay.
I ain’t killed no Koreans
or fourteen-year-old boys in Mississippi.
neither did I bomb Guatemala,
or lend guns to shoot Algerians.
I admit I took a Negro child
to a white rest room in Texas,
but she was my daughter, only three,
who had to pee.
The second is a poem by John Beecher, who wonders whether Etowah County, Alabama is really part of the US, as we might wonder about Benton Harbor, Detroit and much of Michigan under the emergency dictatorships, or for that matter Chicago under the elected dictatorship of Rahm Emanuel:
I see in the paper this morning
where a guy in Gadsden Alabama
by the name of John House
who was organizing rubber workers in a lawful union
against the wishes of the Goodyear Rubber Company and the Sheriff of Etowah County
was given a blood transfusion
after being beaten with blackjacks
by five parties unknown.
The Police Chief is “investigating”
and I have a pretty good idea of what that will amount to.
A few years ago they took Sherman Dalrymple
President of the United Rubber Workers of America
out of a peaceable union meeting in Gadsden
and right in front of the Etowah County court house
before the eyes of hundreds including the Sheriff
beat him almost to death.
who have tried to organize workers in Etowah County
have had the same thing happen to them.
The Government of the United States
should know about John House
but maybe they won’t notice the little item
on the back pages of the Birmingham paper
because the front pages are all filled up with Hitler
and how he is threatening democracy
so I am asking
the Government of the United States
to pay a little attention to this.
To defend democracy
the Government of the United States
is building a lot of munitions plants around the country
with the people’s money
because the people want democracy defended
One of these plants is being built at Gadsden
in Etowah County Alabama —-
twenty-four million dollars worth of plant to be exact —-
twenty-four million dollars of the people’s money
going into a county
which isn’t even a part of the United States
Or is it?
I think it would be a good idea
for the Government of the United States
to look into this
and see if they can’t persuade Etowah
to come back in the Union
If persuasion won’t work they might try a little coercion
because the laws of the United States ought to be made good
and as luck would have it
there’s a great big Army camp at Anniston
just thirty miles away
Not long ago I drove through this camp
and I saw new barracks and tents all over the scenery
and thousands upon thousands of soldiers
getting ready to defend democracy
They looked to me
as if they could do it
and they looked to me
as if they wanted a try at it
Maybe they could get a little practice over in Etowah
before they pitch into
the foreign fascists
And finally, don’t let the messages you hear today end here. From Gwendolyn Brooks again, from the same poem, in the voice of Winnie Mandela, who says:
You don’t get all your questions answered in this world.
How many answers shall be found
in the developing world of my Poem?
I don’t know. Nevertheless I put my Poem,
which is my life, into your hands, where it will
do the best it can.
Come talk with me. Get a copy of the People’s Tribune today. Free Rev. Pinkney!