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Giving Teachers What They Want (1:20) Mumia Abu-Jamal

Teachers At Arms (2:03) by Mumia Abu-Jamal

"Yale Environmental Forum Speech." First and foremost, allow me to say what an honor and a privilege it is to have been invited to address you on the topic of grave concern to us all. In the interest of expediency, in order to stay within the time allotted, I'm afraid I will have to leave out a great amount of information, which I believe would be of great interest to you all. However, all is not lost. You can hear the entire speech at prisonradio.org. As we struggled to put people and not corporations in charge of our lives and governance, who seek real and sustainable victories toward that goal, it is vital that we link our descent, our strategies, and our vision to their roots. Alexander Meiklejohn, a thoughtful student and teacher on matters of the Constitution and the First Amendment, was right when he suggested that we underestimate the task of using our minds and, I would add, our hearts to which we are summoned by our plan of government. Indeed, for activists, understandings, and undertakings that do

A Bright Shining Hell recorded 1992 at Huttingdon State Prison 

Dedication (:58)

On the floor of the Sentate, Robert Dole made this statement on May 16, 1994. Yesterday, taxpayer-supported National Public Radio was scheduled to start running commentaries by a convicted killer on death row. The commentator was to be Mumia Abu-Jamal, convicted of the cold-blooded murder of Philadelphia police officer Daniel Faulkner in 1981. Taxpayer-subsidized NPR was to pay Abu-Jamal, the founder and former information minister of the Philadelphia chapter of the Black Panthers, $150 per commentary. National Public Radio argued that the Abu-Jamal commentaries would bring a, quote, unique perspective, endquote, to public radio's coverage of crime and punishment. That one-sided, quote, unique perspective argument offered little comfort to the law enforcement community, the victims of crime, or the American taxpayer pumping money into the public broadcasting system. Officer Michael Lutes, president of Philadelphia Fraternal Order of Police argued, and I quote, I was under the impression he was supposed to be

A House is Not a Home (3:28) Mumia Abu-Jamal

The Magnificent 7 (2:11) Mumia Abu-Jamal

There are many schemes that have made the various business ventures successful to the point that their stock is traded on Wall Street. This is why prisons are on the stock market. One of the means for prisons' ongoing success is the fixing the criminal justice system which is it's diabolical scheme to stack all white juries during the trials of African-Americans. This premeditated, illegal, draconian scheme for all-white jury is synonymous to a high-tech lynching. United States Supreme Court has outlawed this practice in a succession of cases over 40 years. Nonetheless, prosecutors nationwide are still utilizing this tactic in a repackaged matter in order to circumvent the high court ruling, thereby rendering it impotent. Another fix in the system in order to garner profits off of prisoners is gerrymandering. And there- here is why. According to the Pennsylvania state constitution, the counting of prisoners living in areas that is not their residence is illegal. This law also includes being housed in areas fa

Affirmation compilation without music

"Affirmation" by Assata Shakur. I believe in living.I believe in the spectrumof Beta days and Gamma people.I believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs.And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.I believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.I believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life.And i have seen the death parademarch through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its path.I have seen the destruction of the daylight,and seen bloodthirsty maggotsprayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blindand the blind become the bindin one easy lesson.I have walked on cut glass.I have eaten crow and blunder breadand breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless.Handcuffed by the haters.Gagged by the greedy.And, if I know any thing at all,it’s that a wall is just a walland nothing more at all.It can be broken down. I believe in living.I believe in birth.I believe

I believe in living.I believe in the spectrumof Beta days and Gamma people.I believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs.And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.I believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.I believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life.And i have seen the death parademarch through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its path.I have seen the destruction of the daylight,and seen bloodthirsty maggotsprayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blindand the blind become the bindin one easy lesson.I have walked on cut glass.I have eaten crow and blunder breadand breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless.Handcuffed by the haters.Gagged by the greedy.And, if I know any thing at all,it’s that a wall is just a walland nothing more at all.It can be broken down. I believe in living.I believe in birth.I believe in the sweat of loveand in the f

"Affirmation" by Assata Shakur. I believe in living.I believe in the spectrumof Beta days and Gamma people.I believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs.And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.I believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.I believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life.And i have seen the death parademarch through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its path.I have seen the destruction of the daylight,and seen bloodthirsty maggotsprayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blindand the blind become the bindin one easy lesson.I have walked on cut glass.I have eaten crow and blunder breadand breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless.Handcuffed by the haters.Gagged by the greedy.And, if I know any thing at all,it’s that a wall is just a walland nothing more at all.It can be broken down. I believe in living.I believe in birth.I believe

Rose Up

This is Uhuru Rowe calling from the Virginia prison system. This is the poem "Affirmation" by Assata Shakur. I believe in living.I believe in the spectrumof Beta days and Gamma people.I believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs.And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.I believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.I believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life.And i have seen the death parademarch through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its path.I have seen the destruction of the daylight,and seen bloodthirsty maggotsprayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blindand the blind become the bindin one easy lesson.I have walked on cut glass.I have eaten crow and blunder breadand breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless.Handcuffed by the haters.Gagged by the greedy.And, if I know any thing at all,it’s that a wall is just a walland nothing more at

"Affirmation." I believe in living.I believe in the spectrumof Beta days and Gamma people.I believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs.And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.I believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.I believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life.And i have seen the death parademarch through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its path.I have seen the destruction of the daylight,and seen bloodthirsty maggotsprayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blindand the blind become the bindin one easy lesson.I have walked on cut glass.I have eaten crow and blunder breadand breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless.Handcuffed by the haters.Gagged by the greedy.And, if I know any thing at all,it’s that a wall is just a walland nothing more at all.It can be broken down. I believe in living.I believe in birth.I believe in the sweat of l

My name is Shaka Natambu from San Quentin, death row. I believe in living.I believe in the spectrumof Beta days and Gamma people.I believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs.And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.I believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.I believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life.And i have seen the death parademarch through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its path.I have seen the destruction of the daylight,and seen bloodthirsty maggotsprayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blindand the blind become the bindin one easy lesson.I have walked on cut glass.I have eaten crow and blunder breadand breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless.Handcuffed by the haters.Gagged by the greedy.And, if I know any thing at all,it’s that a wall is just a walland nothing more at all.It can be broken down. I believe in living.I belie

I believe in living.I believe in the spectrumof Beta days and Gamma people.I believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs.And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.I believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.I believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life.And i have seen the death parademarch through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its path.I have seen the destruction of the daylight,and seen bloodthirsty maggotsprayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blindand the blind become the bindin one easy lesson.I have walked on cut glass.I have eaten crow and blunder breadand breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless.Handcuffed by the haters.Gagged by the greedy.And, if I know any thing at all,it’s that a wall is just a walland nothing more at all.It can be broken down. I believe in living.I believe in birth.I believe in the sweat of loveand in the f

Revolutionary greetings, peace and blessings to everyone. my name is Bennu Hannibal Rasan, formerly known as Melvin Ray. I'm currently incarcerated in the Alabama Department of Corrections, William E. Donaldson Correctional Facility in solitary confinement, and I'll be reading "Affirmation" by the revolutionary queen Assata Shakur. I believe in living.I believe in the spectrumof Beta days and Gamma people.I believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs.And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.I believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.I believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life.And i have seen the death parademarch through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its path.I have seen the destruction of the daylight,and seen bloodthirsty maggotsprayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blindand the blind become the bindin one easy lesson.I have walked on cut glass.I have eaten

I believe in living.I believe in the spectrumof Beta days and Gamma people.I believe in sunshine.In windmills and waterfalls,tricycles and rocking chairs.And I believe that seeds grow into sprouts.And sprouts grow into trees.I believe in the magic of the hands.And in the wisdom of the eyes.I believe in rain and tears.And in the blood of infinity. I believe in life.And i have seen the death parademarch through the torso of the earth,sculpting mud bodies in its path.I have seen the destruction of the daylight,and seen bloodthirsty maggotsprayed to and saluted. I have seen the kind become the blindand the blind become the bindin one easy lesson.I have walked on cut glass.I have eaten crow and blunder breadand breathed the stench of indifference. I have been locked by the lawless.Handcuffed by the haters.Gagged by the greedy.And, if I know any thing at all,it’s that a wall is just a walland nothing more at all.It can be broken down. I believe in living.I believe in birth.I believe in the sweat of loveand in the f