Thursday, February 16, 2012

CIVIL LIBERTY

...as haven resides INN hope...
...as heaven resounds withINN...
...full times there are DIStractions...

...disTRACTIONs are but markers...
...red flag reMINDers BEgin...
...guiDANCE^REpeat^abunDANCE...

...HUE moon BEings slumbers seen...
...correcting each deferred dream...
...chanters say INN^YES WE CAN...

...irREtrievABLE TIME stance...
...gone and better rremembered...
...lessons taught by lessons lEARNed...

...harsh words wound as silence heals...
...true status, value, worth feel...
...embrace wounded and wounding...

...all our love is who we are ...
...all we see and learn we are...
...we are every one of us...

...occupied by the BEcause ...
...furthered by reMEmory...
...what heART civil liberties...

EBONIQUE

...Spirit^WIZ^dom nana judge...
...nana question nana doubt...
...nana DISobey, na shun...

...revelate ina WISE 1...
...esUlt ina luva ALL...
...kine WIND eblow to da truf...

inaPEACE powva kintrol...
...sunna speakon neva no REpeat...
...clairWEsee truf exactn...

...RErepeatn build or kill...
...rantn ramblins speak da doubt...
...caren call fa tru saneness...

..asa EARnINN  LEARNinn...
...truf praktis maka be free...
...lika us TEACH, no needa CHEAT...

...as us speak da wind obey...
...ina well call isa luv...
us well come dat high heben...

..wha wit dat Release growINN...
...same say byby, same say hellow...
...best say hey heben no low...

DRUM MAJOR REMEMORY


~MAN AMONGST MEN~

 Brother MIKE...MLK jr. - "Doc"

Names...what people and things are called...

Often, the stages of our lives are best clearly defined by deeds done and the names we are called during the incrumental cycles of our existence...
It is nearing a half century since Dr. King was assassinated on that world familiar westward facing historic balcony of the  Lorraine Motel in downtown Memphis, Tn .  OUR Son, Brother, Father, Doctor, Minister's life, death and legacy impacts and influences so many and so very much!   I certainly enjoy viewing worldwide soundbites and articles memorializing our Pilgrim of  Pilgrims. A day of service is but little to do in forwardly honoring a man  simply for having been born...
Martin Luther King jr. was just like us all...living through the private  and public pivotal cycles of life...sure, his is perhaps the most well recognized voice & image of ANY person  born on the planet...Minister King Jr. was and is known and remembered by myriad deeds and names...

I am so glad to know many people who knew him...I am glad to have met many of his friends...his colleagues and collaborators...and even several members of his immediate family...

I am glad to have stood on the balcony where Martin Luther King's last breath was drawn...when is rains, the stain of his martyred blood is still faintly visible there...
Over the many years that many of us have served as an integral part of the body of cultural historians and artivists whose concerted purpose it is  to share OURstories . Many are our platforms, classroom and stages. But to teach the truth of  Amer*African civil rights movements upon the very grounds of historic places.is an experience beyond category! 
Many, many times have we walked through the hotel turned motel turned museum. Whether blocking the pivotal travel path of OURstory for young chautauquans, not quite sure what a "Youth Tour Guide" was really expected to do in this plan for them to be S.H.A.R.P. -
To witness the awe inspired wonder of patrons, parents, friends and relatives as they witnessed the result of six week's preparation of our children's Edu*CULTURAL*Arts investment in
Sharing
History
AND
Remembering
the
PAST!
Brother Mike's legacy will likely always be remembered. I hope that yOUR legacy too is valued and remembered ...as long as someone recalls some shared time of relevancy...or revisits a place which sparks some poignant memory...whether in word or deed...music, dance, laughter or some color or fragrance...some remembrance  unequivocally seals ALL our spaces in time. Spacial recall seals for us relationships within which mine are our's, as yOUR's are mine and our's impact everyone's...connecting EVERYONE in symbiosis by the proverbial, unequivocal unbiased, respectful DREAM coming true!
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~LIFE's GIFTs...a few days only~
~Dr. KING's joyluv lingers~
~REmemory for EVER~
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~Each and every step of the MAAFA sojourn through hallowed centuries of life is  indeed a pilgrimage of prognosticating power and consequential privilege. 
Many of us yet suffer from atrocities borne by our captive and / or disenfranchised ancestors. Hundreds of millions  without recognition...countless generations legally bound within the confined inadequacies of biased "civil liberty". What freedoms when privilege often relates to skin color, religion, gender, language, status, origin and economic status?  


To date, there are numerous museums and educational institutions which offer  chronologial sequencing of the rites of passage of people whose lives have been affected by the after math of Chattel Slavery.   Issues of status, worth and Justice prevail. Exhibits share yOURstory  and teach the majesty of the legacy of people unwilling to submit to crimes of bias, hate & injustice!
On that pre- Easter season evening in 1968, my personal rite of passage was indeed being tested and invariably tried true! The grief and rage lingers within me to this day. 
I am glad to have taken the very enlightening pilgrimage through Dr. King's boyhood home of AmerAfrikan status and privilege. We salvaged a mountain-top shaped piece of cement from the regrading work being done on that historic ancestral driveway near down town Atlanta in Sweet Auburn.

My fellow agri*CULTURAL*activist - "Brother Man Ancestor " Reverend Ezekiel Bell was one of "Micheal's"preacher  partners. They along with others of the faith were young committed Clergymen Civil Rights Soldiers. When in Memphis, "Brother Mike" slept often in "Zeke Bell's" Memphis home.


 In 1968 I was 15...
I was in Memphis on Easter holiday when Dr. King was assassinated at the old Lorraine...

I am called by many names..."Baby Girl", "Frances Louise","Lil' Fran", "Miss Boo", "Eboni", "Ms. Ellis", 'Fran Ellis", "Miss Fran", Mrs. fran ellis-echols", "Sister Fran", "Franisha", "Sister ISHA", "Sayyida Isha", Mrs. ISHA"..."iiYAH ISHA"..."MaMa ISHA"..."GranMa"... - seems ALL MY LIFE'S RELATIONSHIPS bless me to KNOW my name.
When the National Civil Rights Museum opened in 1991, some of us had been ad hoc tour guides at the Lorraine Motel since 1968...the people always came...carloads, busloads, riding bikes, walking...although it was often unsafe...the people always came! I recall telling the S.H.A.R.P. youth tour guides, "They would have come even if he'd met his end at a roadside Mickey D's..."
I could see the pride in their eyes as I complimented and praised their research and rehearsal results...
The Baileys were premier among Memphis' post WWII Amer*African entreprenuers. Although Mr. Bailey was affiliated with Kemmons Wilson's Holiday Inn Motels, Mrs. Lorraine Bailey worked dedicatedly alongside her husband to have a nice place for her people during the days of Jim Crow and Boss Crump's machine.
 The Lorraine Motel had theexacting look and feel of Holiday Inns.
 Personal stories...names...Civil Rights Stories...the people and events which effect and cause us to be who and what we are...they are ALL our's to remember and to celebrate...as they are ALL our's to cherish as well as our's to share...

Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr.NOBEL PEACE PRIZE RECIPIENTMan Amongst MenHusbandFather
DRUM MAJOR for PEACE & CIVIL LIBERTY
1929 - April 4,1968
Your service is much appreciated...I remember as I recall!
ASANTE SANA - Thank YOU Very Much!