PRISONS MANUFACTURE SELL-OUTS
In an earlier post about Whitney Houston’s death, I referenced the book, “The FBI War on Tupac Shakur and Black Leaders” by John Potash. It is a meticulously footnoted work. Guilty or not, there’s a lot of evidence in that book implicating print and television journalist, Toure, as a Cointelpro media asset who had a role in the set-up of Tupac Shakur’s execution. It’s enough to upset the strongest of stomachs. Since time and energy are in short supply for most black people, here’s a link to a summary of what Potash says about well-known journalist, Toure, at the site, Storify. Today, Dr. Boyce Watkins published a piece on YourBlackWorld questioning Toure’s thin credentials and wide opportunity entitled, Meet Toure, the Kim Kardashian of Social Commentary. Well, yes. Toure’s circumstances are puzzling, aren’t they? Are they?
In a prison, it is illogical to trust a cellmate. When the guards show up with their torture kit ready to extract healthy teeth from you and your dear ones without anesthesia OR to give you a year’s supply of fresh produce and quality dental care—-I know how it’s going down except in the very rare instance, .
I was once made an “offer.”
It was a hardly veiled threat to stop talking like I do and get a brand new Range Rover like the one that had been parked next to my beat up old mini-van in a parking garage late one night after work. Or, to wind up like Johnnie Cochran after I was assured that Mr. Cochran did not die of natural causes and told that “black women disappear a lot faster than black men.”
I didn’t take the offer. But, I’m not so arrogant to say there is nothing that wouldn’t scare me enough to buckle. Nor am I arrogant enough to publicly say what I think my buckling point might be.
PRISONS MANUFACTURE SELL-OUTS. Ain’t gettin’ rid of ’em until the factory that produces injustice has been shut down.
Let’s replace the global open-air prison of white supremacy with one of justice.