by Kiilu Nyasha
August, 18 2004
This Black August 21  marks the 33rd anniversary of the assassination of Black
revolutionary writer and freedom fighter, George Lester Jackson. As you will note, his
words are even more relevant today than they were when he first wrote them.
Love and liberation,
On reading his first book, a 1970 bestseller, “Soledad Brother: The Prison Letters of
George Jackson,” I felt a kindred spirit with George’s rage and resistance, but thought
he contradicted himself re women. So I began a correspondence with him from New Haven, Conn.,
where I was a member of the Black Panther Party, working for the Panthers’ lawyers defending
Chairman Bobby Seale, et al., and organizing community and national support for their freedom.
I remember sitting in the courtroom, where I had easy access through the same door the judge
entered, and fantasizing that, since I was never searched, I could come through that door, climb
up behind the judge, put a gun to his head and demand the release of Bobby and Ericka Huggins,
who was being tried jointly with Bobby.
Then came the newspaper headlines that reverberated throughout the world of George’s teenaged
brother commandeering a Marin court, liberating three prisoners and attempting to free the Soledad
Brothers! Wow! I thought. He did it! He actually did it!
It was Aug. 7, 1970, when Jonathan Jackson’s bravery taught us all that these pigs had no regard
whatsoever for human life. They shot up the crowded van, instantly killing three brothers - Jonathan,
William Christmas and James McClain - and a judge, and critically wounded Ruchell Magee and a prosecutor.
One of three jurors suffered a minor wound. Magee remains in prison still fighting for release after 41
years in California gulags.
Shortly after Jonathan’s death, George wrote: “I loved Jonathan, but his death only sharpens my fighting spirit.”
When I returned to San Francisco in June ‘71, George asked me to obtain a press pass so I could
visit him. Panther attorney Charles Garry connected me with Carlton Goodlett, publisher of the
Sun Reporter newspaper, and I wound up with a job, first as a reporter covering the pretrial
hearings for Angela Davis and Ruchell Cinque Magee that resulted from the events of Aug. 7, 1970,
and the Soledad Brothers - Fleeta Drumgo, John Clutchette and George Jackson - accused of killing
a guard at Soledad State Prison in retaliation for the massacre of three Black militants -
W.L. Nolen, Sweet Jugs Miller and Cleveland Edwards - by a tower guard in January ‘70.
Seeing George for the first time in the San Francisco courtroom, I was stunned. I’d never
seen an egghead martial artist before :). I managed to visit him in San Quentin’s holding cell
in July, an unforgettable experience, one in which I tried to convince him that there was no
“People’s Army” out here.
A month later, I was devastated by the news of his assassination at San Quentin, Aug. 21, 1971,
in what we believe was a set-up escape attempt. Three guards and two inmate trustees were also
killed. According to attorney Steve Bingham, “It seems the armory was just over the outside wall ...
and the guards would lift handguns over the wall in little baskets. There were handguns all over
the place.” Hindsight being 20/20, George’s mistake was in trusting the wrong folks.
As news editor for the Sun Reporter I was known then as Pat Gallyot - I produced the spread
on our beloved warrior and the grizzly aftermath of Aug. 21, when 26 prisoners were tortured,
brutalized, even shot. These were life-changing experiences for me; George was/is my mentor,
my inspiration, my heart. His love for people was boundless; his political knowledge and analyses
brilliant, prophetic. For example, George makes clear the social science that the most oppressed
targets of fascism will lead our struggle, i.e., Black people, not the relatively comfortable,
privileged “White Left.”
In “Soledad Brother,” George wrote: “International capitalism cannot be destroyed without the
extremes of struggle. The entire colonial world is watching the blacks inside the U.S., wondering
and waiting for us to come to our senses. Their problems and struggles with the Amerikan monster
are much more difficult than they would be if we actively aided them. We are on the inside. We
are the only ones (besides the very small white minority left) who can get at the monster’s heart
without subjecting the world to nuclear fire. We have a momentous historical role to act out if we
will. The whole world for all time in the future will love us and remember us as the righteous
people who made it possible for the world to live on. If we fail through fear and lack of aggressive
imagination, then the slave of the future will curse us, as we sometimes curse those of yesterday.
“The black bourgeoisie (pseudo-bourgeoisie), the right reverends, the militant opportunists,
have left us in a quandary, rendered us impotent. ... The blanket indictment of the white race ...
is silly and indicative of a lazy mind (to be generous, since it could be a fascist plot). It
doesn’t explain the black pig; there were six on the Hampton-Clark kill. It doesn’t explain ... the
pseudo-bourgeois who can be found almost everywhere in the halls of government working for white supremacy,
fascism, and capitalism.”
In letters to me, George had written, “My life is moving myself and other people into action. ...
And ‘Action makes the front.’
“I am a Marxist-Fanonist, i.e., a realist. There is no such thing as a spontaneous revolution. ...
History has been one long authoritarian process, the result has been the accretion of a very
pronounced leader-follower syndrome ... The throwing off of the need for leadership and the creation
of communist man (woman) is a goal, it isn’t the situation of today, and must not be confused as such ...
In the throws of combat, unitarian conduct will almost flow naturally; it will not have to be contrived
or strained; the pressure from without, from the enemy of all will force us to tolerate each other’s humanity.”
In “Blood in My Eye,” completed just before his death and published posthumously, George wrote: “The men
who placed themselves above the rest of society through guile ... and sheer brutality have developed two
principal institutions to deal with any and all serious disobedience - the prison and institutionalized
racism. ... Most people realize that crime is simply the result of a grossly disproportionate distribution
of wealth and privilege ... an aspect of class struggle from the outset ... Throughout its history, the United
States has used its prisons to suppress any organized efforts to challenge its legitimacy. ... The hypocrisy of
Amerikan fascism forces it to conceal its attack on political offenders by the legal fiction of conspiracy laws
and highly sophisticated frame-ups. ...
“We must educate the people ... to realize that even crimes of passion are the psycho-social effects
of an economic order that was decadent a hundred years ago.”
San Quentin was built in 1852 to house 50 convicts. Today, it has over 6,000 prisoners jammed together in the
same space, and on death row, over 600! Nationwide, there are well over 2 million captives and climbing. As the
war on terror (read: war on freedom fighters) escalates, and human rights are trampled - witness Guantanomo - George’s
declaration becomes crystal clear: “The police state isn’t coming - it’s here, glaring and threatening.”
“Settle your quarrels, come together, understand the reality of our situation, understand that
fascism is already here, that people are already dying who could be saved, that generations more will live
poor butchered half-lives if you fail to act. Do what must be done; discover your humanity and your love in
revolution. Pass on the torch. Join us; give up your life for the people.”
I wonder if we would be in the same mess today had we heeded George’s call 30-plus years ago. I ask you,
how many tens of thousands must die in Darfur, in Haiti, in Palestine, before we call genocide GENOCIDE?
How many millions more have to be hungry, homeless, locked up, tortured, executed and slaughtered? How many
elections bought and/or stolen before we call fascism FASCISM?
Jonathan Jackson, only 17 when he was martyred, noted, “The picture of the U.S. as a Paper Tiger is quite
accurate, but there is a great deal of work to be done on its destruction, and I’m of the opinion that if
there is a big job of growing to do, the sooner begun the sooner done.”
George and Jonathan Jackson’s revolutionary revolts painted the month of August Black forever -
Black meaning Revolutionary - as Mumia Abu-Jamal noted, “a month of meaning ... of righteous rebellion;
of individual and collective efforts to free the slaves and break the chains that bind us.”
For more information on George and Jonathan Jackson, Hugo L.A. Pinell and Ruchell Cinque Magee - still
locked up nearly 40 and 41 years respectively, you can do a Google search using the name “Kiilu Nyasha” name in
quotes and Black August. Email Kiilu at Kiilu2@sbcglobal.net.