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her name was Marsha P Johnson, and we have her to thank for so much.

remember, the first Pride was a riot, and she was one of the brave souls who endured it to help carve the path which so many of us walk today. she helped found several activist groups regarding LGBT safety and wellbeing. and she was absolutely radiant, too.

I guess God wanted the little robot to enjoy some sushi 🍣 🥲

An FBI memo praised the Black Panther Party in writing. It admitted Huey Newton's free breakfast program was the best and most influential thing the Panthers had going.

Then the same memo ordered that breakfast shut down. They put it on paper themselves.

In 1959, a young man in Oakland sat down with a borrowed book and a dictionary, and could not read a word of either. The book was Plato's Republic.

It belonged to his older brother Melvin, the bookish one, the one who actually read.

Huey Percy Newton had just walked out of Oakland Technical High School with a diploma in his hand. He could not read the diploma.

Twelve years of Oakland public school had moved him from one grade to the next and taught him almost nothing. Not because the boy could not learn.

Newton would say so himself, later, once the words finally came.

In his autobiography he wrote that in all those years, not one teacher had ever taught him a single thing that touched his own life. Not one had ever made him want to ask a question.

"All they did was try to rob me of the sense of my own uniqueness and worth," he wrote, "and in the process nearly killed my urge to inquire."

So he did not put the Republic away. He borrowed Melvin's copy, he borrowed a dictionary, and he started.

Word by word, hour by hour, for months, he pushed through Plato. He read about justice and the ideal state, and he read it again, until the letters stopped sliding around and the argument held still long enough to make sense.

The boy a guidance counselor had told he was not college material was teaching himself to read on a 2,400-year-old book about what a just society owes its people.

His father would have recognized the stubbornness in it. Walter Newton was a sharecropper out of Monroe, Louisiana, who became a Baptist preacher and worked three and four jobs at once to keep seven children fed.

Walter had carried the family west to Oakland in the great migration of Black families leaving the South. They left a Louisiana where, since Reconstruction, harm against Black people had been ordinary and rarely answered for.

The Newtons were poor in Oakland, and they moved from house to house, and Huey still called it a close family.

By the time he could read, Newton had enrolled at Merritt College in Oakland, and he was not the same person who had left high school. He read everything now.

He read Marx and Lenin, Frantz Fanon and Che Guevara. He joined the Afro-American Association and pushed the college to put its first Black history course on the schedule.

But it was Malcolm X who reached him deepest. Newton later said the whole Black Panther Party was a living testament to Malcolm's work.

At Merritt he met a man named Bobby Seale.

Seale was a former Air Force man from Dallas who had been court-martialed for refusing to back down to a colonel. He had heard Martin Luther King speak in Oakland and walked away from a steady engineering job to organize.

The two of them were done studying the problem from a polite distance. In October 1966, at a North Oakland service center, they sat down and wrote.

They called it the Ten-Point Program, and they titled it plainly. What We Want, What We Believe.

The demands were written so that any mother raising children in that neighborhood could read them and know exactly what was being asked for. Freedom, real jobs, decent housing, honest education, an end to police brutality, fair trials, and the right of Black people to decide the future of their own communities.

That same month they founded the Black Panther Party for Self-Defense.

Newton had studied California law carefully, and he knew the state allowed a citizen to carry a weapon in the open. So the Panthers began doing something nobody had seen.

They drove through Black neighborhoods in small groups, legally armed, and stopped wherever police were making an arrest. They did not interfere.

They stood at a legal distance, watched, took notes, and read Black citizens their rights out loud. They carried law books as openly as anything else they held.

To the neighborhoods, that looked like protection finally showing up.

To J. Edgar Hoover and the FBI, it looked like the single greatest threat to the security of the country. Not really because of the weapons, though the weapons were the public reason.

Because of the breakfast.

In January 1969, in a side room of St. Augustine's Episcopal Church in West Oakland, the Panthers served their first free breakfast. On the first morning, a Monday, eleven children came.

A parishioner named Ruth Beckford had brought the idea to her priest, Father Earl Neil, and the two of them had built a kitchen that met code and a menu a nutritionist had approved. Eggs, grits, toast, milk, fruit.

By that Friday, one hundred and thirty-five children were eating breakfast there before school.

By the end of the year the Panthers had kitchens running in cities across the country. More than twenty thousand children were getting a hot meal every morning before the first bell.

In a 1969 Senate hearing, the administrator of the national School Lunch Program admitted something that should have shamed a government. The Black Panther Party was feeding more poor children than the entire State of California.

Principals started walking down to the church to see it with their own eyes.

Ruth Beckford remembered what those visits were like.

"The school principal came down and told us how different the children were," she said. "They weren't falling asleep in class, they weren't crying with stomach cramps."

The breakfast was only the start of it. The Panthers opened free health clinics, ran some of the first community testing for sickle cell anemia, and set up legal aid, clothing drives, and rides for families visiting people in prison.

They started liberation schools and the Oakland Community School, which taught a hundred and fifty children from poor neighborhoods. They called all of it the Survival Programs.

Survival pending revolution, was the whole phrase.

Hoover could not let it stand. He put it in a memo in the spring of 1969, calling the breakfast program the Panthers' "best and most influential activity" and a real threat to the Bureau's plan to destroy the party.

Then the FBI set out to end it. Under the counterintelligence program called COINTELPRO, agents sent forged letters to grocers to scare them off donating food.

They spread word that the food was poisoned. They raided breakfast sites while children were still at the tables.

Between 1968 and 1971 the Bureau ran more than two hundred separate operations against the party.

Hoover had said the goal out loud. He wanted to prevent the rise of a Black leader who could unify and electrify a movement.

The confrontation that made Newton a national name had already happened by then. Before dawn on October 28, 1967, Newton and a friend were pulled over by an Oakland officer named John Frey.

What happened in the next few minutes is still disputed. When it was over, Officer Frey had lost his life, a second officer was wounded, and Newton had been wounded in the abdomen.

Newton was charged in Officer Frey's death, and his trial turned into a national movement.

On February 17, 1968, Newton's birthday, five thousand people gathered in Oakland to demand he be set free. Free Huey went onto buttons and shirts and banners from one coast to the other.

A jury convicted him of the lesser count of voluntary manslaughter and sent him to prison. The conviction was later overturned on appeal.

On August 5, 1970, Huey Newton walked out a free man.

He came home to a party that was already coming apart. Eldridge Cleaver, the Panthers' minister of information, wanted the movement to chase international revolution.

Newton wanted it to stay on the block, feeding children and running the clinics. The split between the two men turned deadly, and party members lost their lives in the fighting that followed.

Newton traveled to China in 1971, where crowds met him at the airports waving Mao's little red book.

He came back to an America that was tired of revolution. And he came back changed.

In 1980 he earned a PhD in social philosophy from the University of California at Santa Cruz. His dissertation was titled War Against the Panthers.

The man who could not read at eighteen had made himself, by his own will, a doctor of philosophy.

The years after that were not kind, and a good deal of the unkindness he brought on himself. Newton struggled with cocaine, and his behavior grew erratic.

In 1982 he was accused of taking state money meant for the Oakland Community School. The case ended in a no-contest plea to a single count, but the damage was done.

Newton disbanded the Black Panther Party that year. The organization that had once fed children in cities across the country was finished.

And then there is the corner.

On August 22, 1989, a little after five thirty in the morning, Huey Newton was standing on the corner of 9th and Center Street in West Oakland. It was the Lower Bottoms, the same part of the city where he had once organized the programs that fed and clothed and doctored the people nobody else would serve.

A drug dealer named Tyrone Robinson took his life there. Robinson was twenty-five.

Newton was forty-seven years old, and the investigators found that he was unarmed.

He lost his life a short walk from the church kitchens where children had once lined up before school. The same streets, a different morning.

Thirteen hundred people filled Allen Temple Baptist Church for the funeral.

Five or six hundred more stood outside, listening to a service they could not get a seat for. Newton was cremated, and his ashes were laid at Evergreen Cemetery in Oakland.

The breakfast outlived him.

In 1975, six years after eleven children sat down in that church side room, Congress made the federal School Breakfast Program permanent. It runs in public schools across the country to this day.

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古代海洋生物ジオラマ - アノマロカリス (カンブリア紀)。

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They used our skin as leather and grease. It IS that deep.

They hung our families in trees and took pictures besides them like it was a family outing. It IS that deep.

They would hang us and watch while they ate their food during picnics. It IS that deep.

Minstrel shows allowed the further dehumanizing of black people, which were produced and written by white people. It IS that deep.

They flooded our homes and towns, just to rebuild over them and claim themselves as the victor. It IS that deep.

They raped our children, then used them as alligator bait. It IS that deep.

They used our teeth as dentures. It IS that deep.

They whipped up until our backs were bleeding, and then chained us to trees to die there. It IS that deep.

They took away our mother tongue, and forced a god onto us that accepted and excused our torment. It IS that deep.

They used our hair as stuffing for furniture. It IS that deep.

They used water hoses and dogs to kill us, and tear us apart. It IS that deep.

They had cookbooks and guides on how to kill us or eat us. It IS that deep.

It IS this deep, and it will ALWAYS be this deep. Half of these incidents happened only a century ago, which isn’t that long. A single person can live up to 100. These tactics, traditions, feelings have all been passed down to white people today, and if you think for a second the nice white lady next door doesn’t think the same way or would never do anything to make you, a black person, feel unsafe, think again.

It is in their blood. It is their innate nature. White people are inherently racist, and the way society is moving just further proves the point.

They’ve killed us before. And now they’re trying to kill us again. White uniformity means more to them than basic sympathy.

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