Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Bobby Seale to speak at MSU!!

*PLEASE FORWARD WIDELY!*
The W.E.B. Du Bois Society and the Young Democratic Socialists Present
Co-founder and former Chairman of the Black Panther Party for Self Defense
Bobby Seale

Thursday, January 15th, 2009

Join us for an inspiring lecture given by a historic icon and legend within the Civil Rights and Black Liberation Movements:

"The State of Black Politics in the 21st Century"

Lecture begins at 5pm in the Kellogg Hotel and Conference Center Auditorium, followed promptly by a Q&A Session.

Doors open at 4:45pm

For more information, please e-mail

msuduboissociety@gmail.com or

msuyds@gmail.com.

Also, see attached flier.

We would like to thank all

of our sponsors for their support:

The Office of Inclusion and Intercultural Initiatives James Madison College The Office of the Vice President for Student Affairs and Services The Residential College of Arts and Humanities The Multicultural Business Program The African American and African Studies Program Case Hall Government Lyman Briggs College

Monday, December 22, 2008

Why the "white girl" joined "the Black struggle."

Last week I wrote about a certain transformation of mine--one of racial transcendence and of forming bonds of solidarity with African-African Americans. I told you how I overcame my fears about personally interacting with Black people and how I was able to build strong relationships with people I would have otherwise avoided, simply because they were “different” from myself. But what I failed to tell you was why I was moved to do it. Why was it so important for me to learn more about Black culture, or to truly understand the consequences of Black history in the United States? What motivated me from just knowing about the history of racial struggle in this country, to actively doing something about achieving racial justice in the present by joining Black organizations on campus? What moved me to study African American and African studies in school or decide to devote my life to working toward equalizing educational opportunity for children of color across the Diaspora? In a world where many would argue racism no longer exists, I can’t help but point to the overwhelming amount of racism that still exists. Though outward and obvious forms of racism such as slavery or segregation are no longer allowed, a new kind of racial exploitation has taken its place. Now it is through racist institutions and structures such as laws, public bodies, corporations, and universities that perpetuate racial disparities. The fact of the matter is my dedication to the Black liberation struggle is not one that is seen among the majority of white people in this country. I hope that by sharing my reasons and the stories of two other brave white women, Viola Liuzzo and Silvia Baraldini, I will be able to convince others to see the truth as I did, and to be moved away from the status quo and toward action against injustice.

In March of 1965, a group of peaceful protestors in Selma, Alabama were attacked by state troopers as they Marched toward Montgomery. A few days later another group of protestors, led by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., won a court order allowing for another march from Selma to Montgomery directing the state to protect the marchers. The Governor at that time, a well known racist, told the White House that the state couldn’t afford to pay for the mobilization of the National Guard, so President Johnson sent in 1,900 of Alabama’s National Guard, 2,000 regular army soldiers, and 200 FBI agents and US marshals to protect the march. Viola Liuzzo, a 39 year old housewife from Detroit watched the second march move toward the Alabama capital. Liuzzo had watched the disaster of the first march on TV and decided she needed to do something to aid the Civil Rights marchers. Against the wishes of her husband and five children, Liuzzo drove alone from Michigan to Alabama in her family’s car to assist where she could.

Earlier in the week before the second march, Liuzzo had spent most of her time working at the hospitality desk in Brown Chapel at Selma and used her car to take people back and forth to Montgomery’s airport. The last day of the march to Montgomery, she worked at the first aid station, aiding those who had fainted from heat or exertion during the march. She then watched Dr. King deliver his "How long will it take? ... Not long, because mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord” speech. When the march ended, there were thousands of people from across the country who had come to participate in the marche, just like Liuzzo, that needed to get out of the city. She loaded her car with passengers, mostly black, and headed back toward Selma. When the passengers were dropped off, Liuzzo and Leroy Moton, a black teenager, headed back to Mongomery to pick up more people. After being harassed several times before leaving Selma, they stopped at a traffic light. Soon another car pulled up beside them. When the lights changed, the car began to speed up and chased Liuzzo. The chase went on for almost 20 miles as she tried to outrun her pursuers. All the while she was singing “We Shall Overcome” at the top of her lungs. Soon the other car closed in—a car full of Klansmen. One of the men fired twice into Liuzzo’s car, killing her.

An all white jury in Alabama acquitted the four Klansmen for the murder of Liuzzo. Since they could not be charged with murder in federal courts, they were tried under another law with conspiring to deprive her of her civil rights. They were found guilty, and served only 20 years in prison. The punishment given to these men was hardly appropriate for such a heinous act of injustice.

Another great woman, Silvia Baraldini, gave up her white privilege to aid in the struggle for people of color. At 14, she moved to the United States from Italy with her parents. Later on in life she attended the University of Wisconsin-Madison, where she became a political activist. She became active in both the Black Power and Puerto Rican independence movements in the US between the 1960s and 80s.

In 1982 Baraldini was sentenced to 43 years in prison for conspiring to commit two armed robberies, driving a getaway car during the prison break of convicted murderer and fellow political activist Assata Shakur, who was wrongly accused of shooting and killing a New Jersey State Trooper, and for contempt of court for refusing to testify before a Grand Jury that was investigating the activities of the Puerto Rican independence movement.

Soon after her conviction, a campaign for her release began in Italy, mainly among leftist parties and movements. Her supporters claimed that the harshness of her punishment was due to her political beliefs and for her participation in the Black Liberation Army. Her punishment was seen as unfair and disproportionate to her “crimes.” Had she been convicted for the same crimes in Italy, her sentence would have only been a maximum of 25 years in prison.

After serving time in several maximum-security prisons, and after repeated petitions by the Italian government for her transfer, Baraldini was transferred to Italy to serve the remainder of her sentence. According to the terms of the agreement, she was supposed to stay in prison until 2008, but was released on house arrest in 2001. In 2006, she was released from detention in September of 2006 by a general pardon approved by the Italian Parliament.

Both of these women recognized the injustice that their brothers and sisters of color were facing in the United States. Both knew that despite what anyone else told them, they were doing the right thing by stepping up and taking on the burden of joining the struggle to end racism against people of color. They realized that the Black struggle is what American socialists and communists recognized earlier in US history: the struggle for true democracy. They struggled for a kind of democracy where racism, class division, and feelings of fear and hatred toward people “different” from the social norm were abolished. Viola Liuzzo and Silvia Baraldini were willing to give up the privilege that so many white women cherish and achieve freedom for all human beings at any price, including their lives. They believed, as I believe, that everyone on this earth deserves the right for equal opportunity. Seeing that such equality was being denied to people of color through racist institutions and structures, seeing the contradictions within our own government, we must be willing to face scrutiny and disapproval from the loved ones in our lives as well as expulsion and punishment from the society around us in order to do what’s right. In the face of great suffering, where do you stand? Are you willing to watch your brothers and sisters get beat down in the street, are you ready to watch democracy burn, or are you ready to take a stand and do something to change it?

Monday, December 15, 2008

Overcoming hate at first sight

Before most people meet me, they assume that I am Black. Take one look at my resume, academic major, class schedule, the walls of my room, or even my Facebook page interests, and if not accompanied by a picture or the real thing, people are often taken for surprise. I can recall several situations as I was going in for a job interview, or simply walking into someone's office when I was expected to arrive looking somewhat different. First there is a slight look of confusion. Then, the confusion quickly melts into an overly lit up expression of politeness, as a hand is extended, usually followed by the words: "Oh, you're Nicole!"

So before they meet me, people sometimes construct an image of me that isn't entirely true.
Well, maybe not entirely untrue either. It really depends on how you view what “Black” is. Is it merely a skin color or can it also be an ideology, or a culture formed from hundreds of years of first physical and now economic oppression? To be Black, do I have to wear a certain type of clothing and listen to certain kinds of music? Can I only eat certain types of food, or only speak a certain way? I may define “Blackness” in ways different from some and others may embrace and share my definitions. In the ways in which I define Blackness, I could most certainly be a part of it. Blackness can’t be pinned down to one idea or to one word. There are only two things about Blackness of which I am certain—1) it is ever changing and evolving, and 2) having black or brown skin does not automatically make you understand the complexities of being "Black" in today's world.

Before coming to Michigan State and becoming more involved with classes, groups, and organizations dealing with African American studies and Black culture, I had relatively little interaction with people who were different from myself, both racially or ecnomically. The demographic simply did not exist in my quiet little farming town on the outskirts of Flint, Michigan. I grew up believing certain stereotypes and myths about Black people until I went to school. My ideas had never really been challenged and I had never interacted with Black people in any significant way that would have caused me to think differently. In the last 3 years that has changed dramatically, but it wasn't always easy. At least for me.

It wasn't much of a problem for me to get along with Black men. The guys that I hung out with at my residential college were pretty cool and were into a lot of the same things as I was. We would hang out after classes in the library, in the study lounges, and at meetings for groups such as the W.E.B. Du Bois Society and get to know each other. We would also go to Detroit on the weekends to tutor at-risk youth at a middle school. The car rides there and back were ways for all of us to bond and get to know one another. We talked a lot about race, and in many ways they helped me become more comfortable with relating with people that were different from myself. I grew very comfortable around them, but something was missing. I desperately wanted to be accepted by the seemingly elusive black women that were also in these groups, but they wanted really nothing to do with me. I can understand some of the historical reasons for this, but it didn't deter me from trying to become closer to them. At the same time, I was scared to death. Why should something so simple seem so impossible? When I walked into a room, I felt the eyes of every Black woman question my existence.

Every pair of eyes was asking...
whatchu doin' here, white girl?
whatchu lookin' at?
dontchu know you outta yo' mind to be here?
you can't talk like us
walk like us
look like us…
and don't even think about takin' our men.
you had yo' time to shine
when we was in the house
when we was in the fields
feedin' yo' babies from our own breasts
when ours went red faced and hungry.
nuh-uh white girl, get out.
where was you when we took to the streets
beggin 'for the lynchin' of our husbands and brothers and sons to stop?
you was too busy fixin' yo sashes and marchin' for yo' vote
you was too busy orderin' us to scrub yo floors like a dog
than to care about our losses or homes with no heat.
where was you when we needed you again, sister?
you told the world you was woman,
you made them respect YOUR rights,
but you kept us quiet.
what about us ain't woman like you?
white girl, you disappointed us.
white girl, you disappoint us.
don't call us Black bitch,
don't call us whore,
don't call us welfare lovers, ugly, fat, wide-nosed, dirty, lazy, ignorant,
big hipped, big lipped--
then come to our place lookin' for us to accept you.
girl, we don't wanna see yo' face.
we see it every day when we look in the mirror
makin' our hair stringy and straight like yours
bleaching our skin until our plastic blue eyes water.
white girl you best move on,
cuz we ain't got nothin' to say to you
and you go no time to listen.


I was patient, and eventually it paid off. Many events, protests, meetings, classes, study sessions, car rides, and girl giggle sessions later, I found myself in a very happy place. When it was obvious that I wasn't going anywhere and that I was seriously down with the cause, many of the black women really started to open up to me. I realized that for the majority of the time, it wasn't really that black women rejected me, but that I rejected me. As I accepted myself and the reasons why I was there, it became easier for all of us to open up to one another. When I stopped giving myself reasons to feel different, I immediately felt accepted. When I am in a room full of my best friends, many of who happen to be Black, I am not even aware of the fact that I have "white" skin. The only way I can really describe it would be... I see things through the common eyes of friendship and sisterhood... a powerful force that can only be built through struggling together and through building bonds of trust. I have few friends, but many sisters.

It would take books to describe how this transformation happened, to describe all the moments that built up to lead up to this becoming possible for any of us. Building sincere friendships that last, friendships between people from very different walks of life and those next door alike, isn't hard. You just gotta come to it with an open mind and put the heart into it. You don't have to prove yourself to anyone. Just let the work you do speak for you, and those you wish to hear it will listen.

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Chicago workers shut down plant -- a sign of more to come?

On Saturday a group of 250 unionized workers peacefully shut down the Republic Windows and Doors plant after they were given 3 day’s notice that their factory was closing. They were also told that they would not be getting their severance packages or their vacation pay. With the thought of losing their jobs in an already unforving economy, workers decided to take action and are still protesting at this very moment.

So what started this mess in Chicago? As the workers closed down the plant in shifts, union leaders talked to the press outside and criticized the bailout of the plant that is leaving ordinary laborers behind while the head honchos on top leave with millions. The company claims that it can’t pay its employees because cancelled loans from the Bank of America won’t let them.

The Bank of America received $25 million by the US government in order to give out to corporations in the form of loans. Republic Windows and Doors was one of the many factories that was given tax payer money by the government during the bailouts, and their loans were to come from the Bank of America. When their loan money was cancelled and their monthly sales had almost fallen by half ($2.9 million), CEO Rich Gillman decided to close the doors of the factory. The Bank of America responded that they were not responsible for the factory’s financial obligations to its employees, therefore resolving itself of any guilt. It does seem rather ironic doesn’t it… taxpayer money being handed out to banks and corporations and not being used to better the working conditions for the TAX PAYING workers. Workers and protesters outside the factory realize how badly they had been exploited and carrying signs that say: “You got bailed out, we got sold out.”

Workers along with US Representative Luis Gutierrez (D) arranged for a meeting with company officials on Friday, but were angered when no officials showed up. Another meeting was scheduled for today in the afternoon.

The workers of the Republic factory are finding themselves in the national spotlight, providing hope and encouragement for workers across the country that find themselves without jobs. Many of the workers are surprised to see support coming from Rev. Jesse Jackson who has delivered food for the striking workers, the governor of Illinois, Rod Blagojevich who has urged all corporations in Illinois to not accept loans from the Bank of America, and even Barack Obama who spoke in favor of their strike. “The workers who are asking for the benefits and payments that they have earned, I think they’re absolutely right and understand that what’s happening to them is reflective of what’s happening across this economy,” he said at a news conference on Sunday.

Such action is reminiscent of the workers’ struggles in the 1920s and 30s. It has been compared to the 1936-37 sit down strikes by General Motors factory workers in Flint, MI as a way to unionize the Auto Industry. As the United States finds itself on the brink of another depression, is this a sign of things to come? Will similar protest be seen around the country as the economy continues to get worse?

We can only hope so.

It may be the only hope for the working class people of this nation.