Thursday, February 15, 2018

A View From The Left-For Black Liberation Through Socialist Revolution! Race, Class and American Populism

Workers Vanguard No. 1118
22 September 2017
 
For Black Liberation Through Socialist Revolution!
Race, Class and American Populism
Part One
We print below the first part of an article based on a March 5 Spartacist League Black History forum presentation by Brian Manning in Oakland.
The term “populism” commonly means hostility to elites and the status quo. Taking issue with income distribution, populists protest against economic privilege, looking to “the people”—that is, the petty bourgeoisie, or so-called middle class. Populism, which rejects the mobilization of workers as a class, has always gotten a lot of play in the U.S. This is due in large part to the historic lack of class consciousness among workers, which is a product of the racial and other divisions sown by the capitalist rulers in order to divide and weaken the working class.
A few years ago, you had the populist Occupy movement. Its ubiquitous slogan, “We are the 99 percent,” was based on a notion of “the people” against the “1 percent.” According to this outlook, workers and the oppressed supposedly share common interests with managers who fire their employees, cops who gun down black people, and religious leaders who preach obedience and docility in the face of authority. Last year, the Bernie Sanders campaign drew on widespread anger against economic inequality in America with its rallying cry for “political revolution against the billionaire class.” Sanders is in fact a capitalist Democratic Party politician who has long served the interests of the ruling class, particularly with his support to the bloody wars, occupations and other adventures of U.S. imperialism.
That Bernie Sanders is not a socialist of any stripe has not stopped reformist organizations like the International Socialist Organization and Socialist Alternative from fawning over him. Sanders promoted the fraudulent idea that the people can vote into office a benevolent capitalist government that will defend their interests against the big corporations and robber barons of Wall Street. Such illusions, which have long been promoted by the pro-capitalist trade-union misleaders, have served to tie the working class to the rule of the exploiters.
Then there’s Trump, who ran a campaign of right-wing populism. Populism isn’t inherently right-wing or left-wing; it can span the bourgeois political spectrum and is conditioned by the level of class struggle. In his inauguration address, Trump said, “For too long, a small group in our nation’s capital has reaped the rewards of government while the people have borne the cost. Washington flourished—but the people did not share in its wealth.” Playing on economic insecurities, Trump sometimes postured as a defender of the “little man.” Of course, Trump is an open representative of big capital and racist, union-busting reaction. His brand of right-wing populism represents a direct attack on black people, immigrants and the working class as a whole.
As Marxists, we struggle to impart the understanding that the barbaric capitalist system cannot be reformed to benefit working people and the oppressed but must be overthrown. The only way to ensure jobs and decent living standards, including free, quality health care and education for all, is by seizing the wealth from the capitalist class through socialist revolution and putting it in the hands of those whose labor makes society run—that is, the working class. This is also the only way to put an end to the racial oppression of black people, which is the bedrock of American capitalism. The multiracial working class cannot liberate itself from wage slavery if it does not take up the fight for black liberation. Our aim is to forge the revolutionary multiracial workers party that will fight to realize the goals of black freedom and equality. Black workers are slated to play a leading role in such a party.
The fundamental class division in capitalist society is between the working class, which sells its labor power to survive, and the capitalist class, which owns the banks and the means of production, such as the factories and the mines. The bourgeoisie is a very small fraction of the “1 percent.” The interests of the working class and the bourgeoisie are irreconcilable. The international working class uniquely possesses the social power to overturn capitalism, deriving from workers’ ability to shut off the flow of profit by withholding their labor. The workers have an objective interest in expropriating the bourgeoisie and reorganizing society on a socialist basis internationally.
The heterogeneous, intermediate social layers between the workers and the capitalists constitute the petty bourgeoisie, which encompasses students, professionals and shopkeepers, among others. These layers have no direct relationship to the means of production. Lacking social power and a common class interest, the petty bourgeoisie cannot provide an alternative to capitalism. If the working class, under a revolutionary leadership and program, shows that it has the resolve to lead society out of its economic and social crises, sections of the petty bourgeoisie will line up behind the workers in struggle. The upper layers of the petty bourgeoisie will gravitate toward the capitalists against the workers.
Early Populism and Black Oppression
The best-known populist movement is the one that emerged in the late 19th century, centered on poor farmers in the South. American populism, however, goes back to the slaveowner Thomas Jefferson and his glorification of the yeoman farmer. Shays’ Rebellion of 1787, a revolt by debt-ridden farmers in western Massachusetts against taxes, prefigured later battles fought in the populist tradition. At the time, Thomas Jefferson said, “I hold it that a little rebellion now and then is a good thing and is as necessary in the political world as storms in the physical.” Of course, when it came to black slaves rebelling, as in the Haitian Revolution, which began in 1791, the prospect of slave masters losing their heads to the slaves was a little too close to Monticello for Jefferson. He opposed the new black republic established in Haiti in 1804.
Andrew Jackson is also viewed as an early populist because he warred with banking and business elites in the name of “the people,” that is, white people. Like Jefferson, Jackson was a wealthy slaveowner who held hundreds of human beings as chattel on his cotton plantation. He also slaughtered Native Americans and orchestrated their forcible removal from the southeastern United States, such as the horrific 1838-39 Trail of Tears from Georgia to present-day Oklahoma. It’s entirely fitting that Trump admires Jackson.
Later expressions of American populism were conditioned by the outcome of the Civil War of 1861-65. Waged by the Northern Union Army against the slaveowners’ Confederacy in the South, the Civil War was a bourgeois revolution, with all its inherent contradictions. It was one of the most progressive wars in modern history in that it smashed black chattel slavery. The Northern capitalists overthrew and abolished a barbaric and archaic social system of exploitation, paving the way for the full development of capitalism in the United States.
During the period of Radical Reconstruction beginning in 1867, the federal government for the first time extended the rights of citizenship to black people through the Fourteenth and Fifteenth Amendments. For a time, it used the power of Union Army troops in the South to protect the former slaves. In 1865, the federal government also established the Freedmen’s Bureau, which oversaw the establishment of public education for black people (as well as poor whites) in the South, where previously it had been a crime to teach black people to read and write. Some Radical Republicans even mooted land reform.
But the Northern bourgeoisie was not committed to fulfilling Reconstruction’s promise of social equality for the former slaves. The temporary alliance of the Northern bourgeoisie with the black slaves in the South against the slaveholders was just that—temporary. By the 1870s, it was no longer in the bourgeoisie’s interest to maintain that alliance. The Northern capitalists eyed the devastated South not as a laboratory for a radical, interracial democratic experiment but as an opportunity to profitably exploit Southern resources and cheap labor. The 1871 Paris Commune, in which the working class briefly held power, helped to cohere the class consciousness of the U.S. bourgeoisie, whose prewar ideology of “free labor,” premised on an identity of interest between labor and capital, had quickly dissipated after the Civil War. The bourgeoisie began to see—and fear—the intertwining of the fate of the freedmen in the South with that of the overwhelmingly white working class in the North.
Men from mercantile, banking and industrial backgrounds as well as some from the old planter families became the new rulers in the South. The Union Army’s practice during the last year of the Civil War of turning over “40 acres and a mule” to freed slaves in some parts of South Carolina and Georgia had nurtured the hopes of emancipated slaves across the South that they would get their own piece of land. But such land reform was a dead letter almost from the start of Reconstruction.
At the same time, Reconstruction faced a sustained, bloody offensive by Southern white-supremacists. The federal government increasingly gave these racists a free hand in terrorizing black people and whites who supported the Republican Party and Reconstruction. With the Compromise of 1877, the new president, Rutherford B. Hayes, ordered the last of a dwindling number of federal troops in the South to remain in their barracks, ending their role in Southern political affairs. With this act, the American bourgeoisie killed what remained of Reconstruction.
Racist American Capitalism on the Rise
With the defeat of Reconstruction, the former slaveowners and other supporters of the Confederacy, organized by the white-supremacist Democratic Party, took control of local and state governments, the courts, militias, sheriffs and newspapers. The pro-slavery forces had, from the time of Reconstruction, formed their own paramilitary organizations, such as the Red Shirts and Ku Klux Klan. The Democrats who overthrew Republican governments in the South dubbed themselves “Redeemers” because they had supposedly redeemed the South from black rule, fraud and corruption. They accomplished this by violently driving blacks from the polls with nightriding attacks, lynching and bloody massacres.
New labor systems developed in the South. In the absence of land reform, various forms of peonage developed, subjugating the bulk of the Southern black population, as well as poor whites, to the white landowners and merchants. There was sharecropping, whereby the farmer had to give a certain share of his crop to the landlord when he harvested it. There was the crop lien system, whereby the merchant who furnished seeds and supplies, or the landowner, took a lien on the future crop. And there was tenancy, in which the farmer paid the landowner to farm on his land. The farmers had no claim to the crops they cultivated. Interest rates were astronomical, frequently 100 percent a year, and sometimes as high as 200 percent. Year after year, decade after decade, these farmers had to sign over their crops to merchants or the landlords.
Another trap for former slaves was the system of convict labor. The Thirteenth Amendment, which codified emancipation of the slaves, also contained an exception that served to forge new chains for freed blacks: “Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States” (emphasis added). To undermine the new citizenship rights won by black people, every former slave state passed a plethora of laws that criminalized all kinds of minor offenses like vagrancy, loitering, gambling, etc. These were punishable by a long sentence or a fine so high no poor person could pay it. The convict was leased out for a term of labor to pay off the fine. The savage abuse of convict laborers enabled the bourgeoisie to lay the foundations of industry in the South without having to pay for “free labor.” As barbaric as slavery was, the chattel slave represented an expensive piece of property for the slaveowner. Not so the convict laborer.
In the U.S. as a whole, the overthrow of slavery led to increasing industrialization, and the working class entered the scene as a potentially immensely powerful force. Workers waged militant struggles against exploitation, such as the Railroad Strike of 1877, the eight-hour-day movement of the 1880s, the Homestead and Pullman strikes of the 1890s. The working class had gained the social power to carry out a revolution not only to end capitalist exploitation but also to achieve equality for black people and save the poverty-stricken farmers in the South and elsewhere from economic ruin and destitution.
The problem was not that the working class lacked social power but that it lacked the political leadership and consciousness to fight for its own rule. The working class was divided by ethnicity, language, religion and race. Furthermore, the leaders of the workers movement would soon tie the workers politically to the Populists, whose program was to reform, not abolish, the capitalist system. What was needed then, as today, was to break the working class politically from the idea that the bourgeoisie could be a progressive class.
The Farmers’ Alliances and Southern Populism
After the Civil War/Reconstruction period, the U.S. bourgeoisie ceased to play any historically progressive role. Its Republican wing increasingly adopted the racist outlook of the Democratic Party, with the Republicans developing a “Lily White” faction in the late 1880s that aimed to drive black people out of the party leadership and elected posts. By the 1890s, the U.S. bourgeoisie had become a bloody, imperialist ruling class, going to war with Spain in 1898 under Republican president William McKinley in order to take over as the colonial oppressors of the Philippines, Cuba, Guam and Puerto Rico.
Manufacturing and financial interests in the North had almost unchallenged control over policymaking following the Civil War. Agriculture, which was made to shoulder the burdens of industrial development, was in a perpetual crisis in this period. Farmers were forced to buy all the manufactured goods they needed at artificially high prices on a market protected by tariffs. Meanwhile, farmers were forced to sell their goods in a largely unprotected market at depressed prices because of a glut of agricultural products and foreign competition.
In the 1870s, the federal government withdrew from circulation the paper money issued by the Union during the Civil War, known as greenbacks. It also returned to the gold standard—paper currency became exchangeable for gold at a fixed rate. Confederate money was of course worthless, so there was hardly any money in circulation in the South. This situation spawned the Greenback-Labor Party in 1876, which called on the government to issue unsecured paper money—i.e., not linked to the gold standard—to help farmers repay debts. By the 1880s, the movement for unlimited silver coinage into money had taken the place of the Greenback movement. Along with agrarian organizations like the Grange, the Agricultural Wheel and other cooperative organizations, the Greenbackers were the precursors to the Populist movement.
In the South, under the reign of various factions of the Democratic Party, the party of the former slaveowners, the Republicans were hemorrhaging members and supporters as black rights became increasingly circumscribed. By the late 1880s, a movement of farmers was consolidating into a broad network that came to include thousands of chapters of black and white farmers’ alliances. This was the ground on which the Populist movement arose. The Populist movement in the American South had a wide scope and impact as a third-party movement. It also played a role in how the black population was consolidated as an oppressed race-color caste, the majority of which remains forcibly segregated at the bottom of society.
White small farmers were driven in some cases to join hands with their black counterparts in defense of common interests against the new cabal of masters ruling the post-Reconstruction South. The Populist program was radical-sounding: public ownership of railroads and utilities, a graduated income tax, debtor relief, increased monetary supply, a federally funded system of nationwide cooperatives, popular election of Senators. They were attempting to construct some variety of a cooperative commonwealth within the framework of American capitalism. Nonetheless, these attempts represented a significant challenge to the Republicans and Democrats, who had consolidated their position as parties of unbridled capitalist expansion and exploitation.
At the same time, as we wrote in one of the Spartacist League’s founding documents, “This tentative union—the Southern Populist Movement—was doomed to failure” (“Black and Red—Class Struggle Road to Negro Freedom,” May-June 1967, reprinted in Marxist Bulletin No. 9, “Basic Documents of the Spartacist League”). The document continues:
“The small farmer class itself could not be a real contender for political power in a capitalist society, while the dynamics of private farming inevitably brought about sharp competition among the farmers. This competition was exploited by the new political alliance of big planters, Southern capitalists and certain Northern financial interests, in particular, investors in Southern railroads, land, mining and timber. This bloc initiated a campaign of violent race hatred among their political opponents which succeeded in destroying the developing black-white unity.”
The Colored Farmers’ Alliance
Two separate farmers’ groups were formed nationally—the Colored Farmers’ Alliance (CFA) in 1886 and the National Farmers’ Alliance (NFA) in 1887. The Southern branch of the NFA was segregated. The NFA’s ranks were for the most part small farm owners and tenants, mostly from the hill country. The leaders, who tended to be bigger landowners, were deeply enmeshed in commercial agriculture and were often small exploiters in their own right. These forces wanted higher prices and lower shipping costs for goods and to drive down the wages of agricultural workers. Many were supporters of the racist Democratic Party. As likely as not, NFA members in the South had ridden with the Red Shirts, the White Leagues or the Ku Klux Klan during Reconstruction.
In contrast to the NFA’s segregationist policy in the South, the CFA did not exclude whites willing to help build the organization. In fact, white leadership was welcomed because whites had the advantage of being able to reach out to leaders of other organizations and the government. R.M. Humphrey, a former Confederate officer turned Baptist missionary, became head of the CFA. Initially the colored alliances were non-partisan social organizations and economic cooperatives trying to provide some relief to impoverished farmers. There are few surviving CFA newspapers. But there are written accounts from the CFA’s white organizers, as well as references to the alliance in the white Populist newspapers.
Black Populist organizing methods were secret, based largely in the black churches. Within the Southern caste system, black people could not just go out and have picnics and rallies like the white Populists. Heroic CFA organizers often paid for their activism with their lives. Black people risked being driven off their land or lynched just for standing up to the landlord, showing signs of literacy, ignoring racial “etiquette” or doing anything non-submissive, or doing nothing at all. Lynching was commonly the result of disputes over land and livestock or of confrontations with landlords and employers.
In 1889, Oliver Cromwell, a black CFA organizer, was recruiting black farmers in Leflore County, Mississippi. Having organized black men into a militia group in Clinton, Mississippi, during Reconstruction, he was described in the press as a “notoriously bad Negro.” He organized a boycott of local white merchants, encouraging farmers to trade with the co-op store instead. When Cromwell’s life was threatened, armed black men rallied around him. Whites organized posses, and the state militia suppressed Cromwell and his supporters in a sea of blood. The lynching went on for days, and dozens of black people were murdered.
By 1891, the CFA claimed a membership of 1.25 million. The CFA was largely composed of black tenants and laborers who supported the Republican Party. They wanted higher wages and an end to convict labor and lien law. Both the CFA and the NFA wanted cheaper credit and more money in circulation.
In 1891, the CFA organized a cotton pickers strike. Planters in the Yazoo-Mississippi Delta and the Arkansas Delta refused to pay more than 50 cents per 100 pounds of cotton picked. Some members of the CFA persuaded R.M. Humphrey that the organization should protect them. But there was a conflict: some members thought that it was too dangerous for the black pickers to go on strike. Others opposed the strike for economic reasons—either they owned their own land or hired help to pick cotton. So Humphrey organized the Cotton Pickers League as a subgroup within the CFA. Practically nothing is known of the Cotton Pickers League. It was a secret organization, and its members were mostly illiterate.
The Cotton Pickers League tried to use the strike as a means to improve the lot of landless black people. The strike only materialized in a couple of places—in East Texas and in the Arkansas Delta near Memphis. In Arkansas, planters organized a large posse to hunt for strike leaders, which took on added urgency when the strikers killed a plantation manager. Strike leaders were hunted down and murdered. After the strike, the CFA lost members and passed from the scene as an independent organization. The brutal suppression of the CFA showed the determined and violent opposition that black laborers were up against when they challenged the white landowners.
[TO BE CONTINUED]

Workers Vanguard No. 1119
6 October 2017
 
For Black Liberation Through Socialist Revolution!
Race, Class and American Populism
Part Two
We print below the conclusion of an article based on a March 5 Spartacist League Black History forum presentation by Brian Manning in Oakland. Part One appeared in WV No. 1118 (22 September).
Up until the aftermath of the Civil War, trade unions in the U.S. had been very weak. In 1869, some four years after the war ended, a group that became known as the Noble and Holy Order of the Knights of Labor was founded, one of the country’s earliest national labor organizations. Unlike the farmers’ alliances and other populist groups, the Knights of Labor was a proletarian organization. In addition to white male workers, it organized women and black people, including in the South.
The Knights of Labor’s membership pledge stated that it meant “no antagonism to capital.” At the same time, its founding leader, Uriah Stephens, also called for the complete emancipation of working people “from the thralldom and loss of wage slavery” and placed great emphasis on solidarity. Their motto was “An injury to one is the concern of all,” a slogan later adapted by the syndicalist Industrial Workers of the World (Wobblies) in the early 20th century.
The Knights’ leadership under Terence V. Powderly, who succeeded Stephens in 1879, was opposed to strikes. But as is often the case, the rank and file thought differently. In 1885, the Knights of Labor won a strike against the Wabash Railroad, part of the southwestern system controlled by the railroad baron Jay Gould. Union members on other railways refused to operate any train with Wabash cars. The union men won a surprising and unprecedented victory, leading to a major increase in the membership rolls of the Knights. By June 1886, the national membership had increased from about 100,000 to over 700,000. Gould then provoked a strike and crushed the Knights on his railroads the next year. But the 1885 victory enhanced the union’s authority.
In this period, the South experienced rapid development in cotton, tobacco, iron and steel production, textile and furniture manufacturing, coal mining and lumbering. The workforce was mostly composed of native white Southerners, but particularly in coal mining, lumbering and iron and steel production there was a large component of black workers. The Knights originally established a foothold in urban areas but eventually spread out to more rural areas.
Knights of Labor and Black Workers
The leadership of the Knights was derived from Northern (anti-slavery) abolitionists. Powderly thought that both the abolitionists and organized labor were “revolutionary in their character...[their] ends in view were the same, viz.: The freedom of the man who worked” (quoted in Melton Alonza McLaurin, The Knights of Labor in the South [1978]). The Knights of Labor leadership had several ways of dealing with the race question in the South, sometimes trying to circumvent it, saying it was just an economic issue, and at other times directly confronting it. These positions were outlined by historian Philip S. Foner in his book, Organized Labor and the Black Worker: 1619-1973:
“Two tendencies were apparent in the attitude of the Knights of Labor toward the Negro. One was reflected in the widespread evidence of unity in strikes, labor demonstrations, picnics, assembly halls, and the election of blacks to office in predominantly white locals. Nothing like this had ever occurred before in the American labor movement. The other tendency was the reluctance of the leadership to antagonize Knights who were not prepared to grant equality to black members and its unwillingness to take steps to eliminate restrictions barring Negroes from entrance to industry and apprenticeships.”
In 1886, there were 60,000 black members of the Knights, mostly in the South. Most of them were in all-black locals, but there were a few integrated ones as well. All told, there were nearly 2,000 Knights of Labor assemblies or locals organized in the South. They were organized, as the Knights said, “irrespective of party, race, and sex.” But as much as the Knights sought to recruit black and women workers, they had a reactionary position against Chinese workers, and sometimes expressed that position in violent actions.
One story captures the contradictory quality of the Knights and Powderly on anti-black racism. During the Knights’ 1886 General Assembly in Richmond, Virginia, the New York delegation left a hotel when one of its black members was refused admittance. When Powderly heard of this, he had the black member, Frank J. Ferrell, introduce him on the stage of the convention. Ferrell said that the Knights sought the “abolition of those distinctions which are maintained by creed or color” and that Powderly was a man “above the superstitions which are involved in these distinctions.” After the meeting, the New York delegation went down the road and integrated a theater. At the same time, Powderly wrote a letter to the Richmond Dispatch in which he sought to mollify his Southern critics: “I have no wish to interfere with the social relations which exist between the races of the South.... There need be no further cause for alarm. The colored representatives to this convention will not intrude where they are not wanted, and the time-honored laws of social equality will be allowed to slumber undisturbed.”
Nonetheless, many Southern blacks rushed into the Knights of Labor because they were landless and barred from many industries and sought the dignity that membership in the Knights provided. But even within their organization the Knights were not always able to overcome racial divisions. In 1887, black iron workers in Birmingham went on strike, but their white counterparts refused to support them. The state organization of the Knights ordered the white iron workers to go out on strike, which they reluctantly did. But there was so much disgruntlement that the Knights had to call off the strike.
The bosses especially targeted militant black workers for deadly violence. By 1887, the Knights had organized 10,000 cane workers in what was known as the Sugar Bowl of southern Louisiana—9,000 were black and 1,000 were white. That year sugar workers went on strike, demanding payment in cash (not scrip redeemable only at the plantation store) as well as an increase in their daily wages and payment every two weeks. The governor called in the militia—which was headed by former Confederate general P.G.T. Beauregard—to drive the workers from their cabins on the plantations. Corralled into the black part of the town of Thibodaux, as many as 300 black strikers and their families were killed by white vigilantes. This was one of the deadliest attacks on a strike in American history. There was not another attempt to organize workers in Louisiana cane country for decades.
As more radical workers entered the Knights, the conservatism of the leadership, including its opposition to class struggle, hardened. The opposition of Powderly and other Knights leaders to “radical anarchists” became especially vehement after the 1887 execution of the Haymarket martyrs—anarchists and labor organizers who fought for the eight-hour day. As radical white workers left or were expelled from the Knights, the influence of those who held racist, anti-black views became more prevalent. In 1894, shortly before its final demise, the Knights of Labor, the same organization that had earlier fought to organize black workers, called for the deportation of black people to Liberia “or some other parts of Africa.”
In addition to the bosses’ concerted offensive against labor struggles, white prejudice played a big part in the downfall of the Knights of Labor. At bottom, this reflected its inability to counter the rise of racist reaction in the post-Reconstruction period. Nonetheless, militant labor struggles continued through the 1890s. A number of veterans of the Knights of Labor went on to support the formation of the People’s Party in 1892.
The People’s Party
Blocked in their attempts in the 1880s to win gains through social struggle, populists from the farmers’ alliances and other organizations turned toward the electoral system. Black and white Alliancemen joined in forming the People’s Party. The case for doing so was made most strongly by black people in the South who were desperate for some kind of relief—anything to undermine the Democrats. At People’s Party conventions, black members insisted on respectful treatment by white delegates, many of whom were their landlords. This alliance between the small exploiters and those they exploited reflected the irreconcilable class interests that would lead to the demise of the People’s Party.
In 1892, People’s Party delegates nominated James B. Weaver as their candidate for president and ratified a platform calling for government ownership of railroads, telegraphs and steamships; a progressive income tax; an eight-hour workday; paper money; a loan program. Most significantly, the People’s Party became an electoral vehicle that threatened to break up the Democratic Party’s political monopoly in the South. Weaver, who had been a brigadier general in the Union Army during the Civil War, was the target of all kinds of abuse by the Populists’ opponents in the South.
The contradictions that would eventually tear apart this populist alliance of black and white farmers were perhaps best illustrated in the person of Tom Watson. Watson was a white large landowner whose majority-black Tenth District was the center of Populist voting strength in Georgia in the 1890s. In his essay “The Negro Question in the South” (1892), Watson expressed racist views about black people. But the essay also showed that Watson had a pragmatic rationale for enlisting the support of black voters to defeat the Democrats. It was in this context that he pointed out that both Republicans and Democrats exploited racial antagonisms to maintain their rule. Referring to poor blacks and whites, Watson wrote:
“Now the People’s Party says to these two men, ‘You are kept apart that you may be separately fleeced of your earnings. You are made to hate each other because upon that hatred is rested the keystone of the arch of financial despotism which enslaves you both. You are deceived and blinded that you may not see how this race antagonism perpetuates a monetary system which beggars both’.”
Watson ran for Congress in Georgia in 1892 and had a black Populist organizer, H.S. Doyle, who gave 63 speeches for him. When Doyle was threatened with lynching by a mob of Democrats, he fled to Watson’s house. Watson called out 2,000 armed white farmers to protect him. At the same time, Watson was no supporter of black equality; he told Doyle to sleep in the shed out back.
When the People’s Party repeatedly failed to unseat the Democrats in the South, Watson came to believe that the Democrats’ use of the bugaboo of black domination to scare whites away from the Populists could best be overcome by eliminating the black vote. In 1904, Watson offered to support Democrats seeking to amend the Georgia constitution to uphold white supremacy, in line with other Southern states that had disenfranchised black people. Watson went from defending the black vote and opposing lynching in the early 1890s to becoming a white-supremacist by the early 20th century—promoting anti-Jewish, anti-socialist, anti-Catholic and pro-KKK views in his magazine, The Jeffersonian.
Demonstrating the subordinate position of black people in the People’s Party, the 1892 ticket included no blacks, and only two of the 160 delegates to the Georgia state Populist convention were black, a far cry from the radical Republican regimes during Reconstruction. The white Populist leaders never stood for black social equality. Nonetheless, their appeals to black voters, who still could tip the vote in one direction or the other in the South, led to the People’s Party being disparaged as the “Negro Party,” much as the Republican Party had been known as the “black Republicans” a generation before.
The Defeat of Populism and Consolidation of Jim Crow
In the face of burgeoning support for the Populists, the Democrats tried different strategies. Some politicians co-opted the rhetoric of the People’s Party. In other places the Democrats openly stole votes, stuffed ballot boxes and intimidated voters. And as always, the Democrats played the race card, conjuring the specter of black domination to scare white voters away from the Populists. In the 1892 election, the Democrats carried the South and won the U.S. presidency. The People’s Party got only 8.5 percent of the national vote but carried five western states and won three governorships.
However, by 1896 the Populists had fused on the national level with the Democrats and did not run a presidential candidate that year. They supported the Democratic candidate, William Jennings Bryan, who gave his famous “Cross of Gold” speech calling for an end to the gold standard, which was a key demand for the Populists. This fusion was fatal for the Populists, leading to the decline of the movement. Black Populist delegates had opposed the fusion because they recognized that it would cement white racist hostility.
The prospect of a black-white alliance undermining their rule impelled Southern Democrats in the 1890s to further extend segregation into every aspect of life. Black people were increasingly disenfranchised through the amendment of state constitutions. In 1890, Mississippi established a lengthy residency requirement, a poll tax and literacy tests to be eligible to vote. Within two years, the number of black voters dropped from 190,000 to 8,615. The Mississippi Plan of constitutional disenfranchisement, including through outright racist terror, swept across the South. In 1896, the U.S. Supreme Court placed its imprimatur on the racist policy of segregation with its ruling in Plessy v. Ferguson, upholding the segregation of railway cars in Louisiana.
By the opening of the 20th century, black voting rights had been virtually eliminated in the South, and legally sanctioned Jim Crow segregation was fully consolidated. For the next 50 years or more, the South remained this way under one-party, Democratic rule. The Northern bourgeoisie and Republican Party had by the turn of the century thoroughly embraced the white-supremacist ideology of the “white man’s burden,” which served as justification for the subjugation of the darker races in the U.S.’s new colonies. Ben Tillman, a racist Democratic politician from South Carolina, wrote at the time of the Spanish-American War of 1898:
“No Republican leader, not even [New York] Governor [Theodore] Roosevelt, will now dare to wave the bloody shirt and preach a crusade against the South’s treatment of the negro. The North has a bloody shirt of its own. Many thousands of them have been made into shrouds for murdered Filipinos, done to death because they were fighting for liberty.”
— quoted in C. Vann Woodward, The Strange Career of Jim Crow (1974)
Working-Class Power Is Key
A powerful example of the working class overcoming racial divisions was the New Orleans General Strike of 1892. The American Federation of Labor (AFL), which had been formed in 1881 and largely organized skilled, white, native-born workers, was compelled to lead the general strike, uniting skilled and unskilled, black and white workers, who were largely organized in segregated locals. The strike served to break down race prejudice among white workers.
In October, the Triple Alliance of scalesmen, packers and the largely black teamsters, numbering somewhere between two and three thousand, went on strike for a ten-hour day, overtime pay and a union shop. The bosses tried to break the strike by publishing stories about attacks by black strikers against local whites, but by November a general strike had begun. Forty-nine AFL unions went out, demanding union recognition, a closed shop, wage increases and shorter hours. While the unions did not attain a closed shop, they won other demands.
The general strike was a great demonstration of interracial labor solidarity in action. It showed that thousands of workers in the increasingly segregated Deep South could unite in common struggle, despite the efforts of the bosses to divide them by using anti-black prejudice. This was possible because workers have a common class interest in their struggles. However, economic struggles in and of themselves cannot achieve racial unity on a longer-term basis. For that it is necessary to have a class-struggle leadership that takes up the fight against black oppression and women’s oppression, and for full citizenship rights for all immigrants. Such a leadership would be based on the understanding that the workers and bosses do not share a common interest and that the capitalist system ultimately needs to be swept away through workers revolution.
A number of socialist leaders came out of the populist movements of the late 19th century, including Socialist Party (SP) leader Eugene V. Debs. Many of the activists who went on to form the Industrial Workers of the World had also been populist activists. These leaders came to recognize the social power of the working class as key. However, the SP and, initially, the Communist Party (CP) did not see the need for a program to address the dual oppression of black people as both workers and the victims of all-sided racism. In the case of the SP, some of its leaders were openly racist. And despite being an opponent of racism, Debs remained in the SP because he believed in building a party that encompassed all political currents in the workers movement, no matter how politically backward.
It was not until the intervention of the Communist International, established after the Bolshevik Revolution led by V.I. Lenin and Leon Trotsky in October 1917, that the early American Communists took up the struggle for black freedom. The Bolsheviks had developed their party in intense opposition to the Great Russian chauvinism of the tsar’s empire, and they understood that the struggles against national and other forms of special (i.e., non-class) oppression could be powerful levers to advance socialist revolution. They had built a vanguard party of workers of different nationalities with the most advanced, revolutionary consciousness.
The idea of the fight against special oppression as an impetus for revolution changed how American Communists thought about their work in a country founded on black chattel slavery. This was captured by James P. Cannon, a CP leader who was later won to Trotskyism, i.e., authentic revolutionary Marxism. Cannon noted that American Communists learned “to assimilate the new theory of the Negro question as a special question of doubly-exploited second-class citizens, requiring a program of special demands as part of the overall program—and to start doing something about it” (“The Russian Revolution and the American Negro Movement,” in The First Ten Years of American Communism [1962]).
During the Great Depression of the 1930s, a wave of popular discontent over economic devastation spawned a number of populist demagogues who tried to deflect this anger away from the capitalist profit system. Among these was Democratic Party politician Huey Long, who had served as governor of Louisiana. After Long became a U.S. Senator, the KKK said that it was going to campaign against him in Louisiana. This prompted Long to get up in the Senate press gallery and say, “Quote me as saying that that Imperial bastard will never set foot in Louisiana.” And if he did, he risked leaving with “his toes turned up.” Long was certainly no anti-racist, but his stance against the Klan won him much sympathy among black people in Louisiana.
In 1934, Long launched a “Share Our Wealth” campaign with the slogan “Every Man a King,” promising $5,000 to every family. Initially a supporter of Franklin D. Roosevelt, Long claimed that his populist proposals came from Roosevelt’s unfulfilled promises. Long said:
“When one man decides he must have more goods to wear for himself and family than any other ninety-nine people, then the condition results that instead of one hundred people sharing the things that are on earth for one hundred people, that one man, through his gluttonous greed, takes over ninety-nine parts for himself and leaves one part for the ninety-nine.”
Every Man a King: The Autobiography of Huey P. Long (1933)
The Occupy Wall Street movement came full circle from movements like Long’s, proving that there is nothing new under the sun as far as these populist shibboleths are concerned.
The U.S. Trotskyists of the time, organized in the Workers Party, sought to expose the pretensions of Long. In an article titled, “Huey Long—Workers’ Enemy,” the New Militant (27 April 1935) wrote: “Huey Long proclaims in grandiose style for the redistribution of wealth; but he is equally vociferous in his proclamations for the maintenance of the present social relationship.”
For Revolutionary Integrationism!
Starting with World War I, the great migrations of black people from the rural South to the North led to the entry of large numbers of black people into the industrial working class, giving black workers enormous potential social power. This development underscored the need for a revolutionary program to address the special oppression of black people. The black population in the U.S. is an oppressed race-color caste, an integral part of American class society since the time of slavery while at the same time forcibly segregated in the main at the bottom of this society. The civil rights movement of the 1950s and ’60s did away with de jure segregation, but de facto segregation is built into the economic order of American capitalism.
The entire history of mass black struggle—from the anti-slavery abolitionists through the Civil War and Radical Reconstruction to the civil rights movement—has been in the direction of integration, not separation. Black workers in the 1930s participated in and often played leading roles in the labor battles that created powerful, racially integrated industrial unions. Our program as Marxists in the U.S. is one of revolutionary integrationism—fighting against all instances of racial oppression, we stand for a working-class socialist revolution that sweeps away the capitalist economic order in which segregation and racial oppression are entrenched. Separate will never be equal! Only a socialist society based on production for social need and not private profit can provide the decent jobs, education, housing and health care that are denied to those left to fight for survival in the ghettos.
The liberal populists of today, no less than the populists of the 19th century and their 20th-century successors, are incapable of offering a program to resolve the profound economic and social inequality faced by black people. Capitalism is a system based on exploitation and oppression; a proletarian, revolutionary perspective is needed. Despite the increasing destruction of industrial jobs and erosion of union strength in recent decades, black workers continue to be integrated into strategic sectors of the industrial proletariat, such as urban transit, longshore, auto and steel.
Because of their position as both the most oppressed and also the most conscious and experienced section of the proletariat, revolutionary black workers are slated to play an exceptional role in the coming American revolution. Won to a revolutionary program, black workers will be the living link fusing the anger of the dispossessed ghetto masses with the social power of the multiracial proletariat, and will be leading cadres of a Leninist-Trotskyist vanguard party.

Films To Class Struggle By-"Incident At Ogala: The Leonard Peltier Story"- Leonard Peltier Must Not Die In Jail

Films To Class Struggle By-"Incident At Ogala: The Leonard Peltier Story"- Leonard Peltier Must Not Die In Jail







Recently I have begun to post entries under the headline- “Songs To While Away The Class Struggle By”-that will include progressive and labor-oriented songs that might be of general interest to the radical public. I have decided to do the same for some films that may perk that same interest under the title in this entry’s headline. In the future I expect to do the same for books under a similar heading.-Markin

DVD Review


Incident At Ogala: The Leonard Peltier Story, Leonard Peltier, various leaders of the American Indian Movement (AIM), defense attorneys, prosecuting attorneys, witnesses and by-standers, directed by Michael Apted, 1991

Let’s start this review of this documentary of the incidents surrounding the case of Leonard Peltier at the end. Or at least the end of this documentary, 1991. Leonard Peltier, a well-known leader of the Native American movement, convicted of the 1975 murder, execution-style, of two FBI agents on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota after he had been extradited from Canada in the wake of the acquittal of two other Pine Ridge residents. In an interview from federal prison in that period the then still relatively young Peltier related that after receiving his life sentences and being told by prison officials that that meant his release date would be in 2035 he stated that he hoped not, for he would then be an old, old man. Here is what should make everyone interested in the case, and everyone interested in the least sense of justice, even just bourgeois justice, blood boil, he is now an old sick man and he is still in jail for a crime that he did not commit, and certainly one that was not proven beyond that cherished “reasonable doubt”

This documentary, narrated by Robert Redford in his younger days as well, goes step by step through the case from the pre-murder period when Native Americans, catching the political consciousness crest begun in the 1960s by the black civil rights movement and the anti-Vietnam war movement, started organizing, mainly through the American Indian Movement (AIM), on the Indian reservations of the West, some of the most impoverished areas in all the Americas. The focal point of this militant organizing effort came in the war zone-showdown, the siege at Wounded Knee in 1973. The tension that hovered in the air in the aftermath of that war between the American government and its Indian agent supporters on one side, and the AIM-led “warrior nation” on the other is the setting for this incident at Ogala.

Through reenactment of the crime scene; eye witnesses, interested and disinterested, voluntary or coerced; defense strategies at both trials from self-defense to lack of physical evidence, and on appeal; the prosecution's case, its insufficient evidence, and it various maneuvers to inflame white juries against unpopular or misunderstood Native Americans in order to get someone convicted for the murders of one of their own; the devastating, but expected effect of the trials on the political organizing by AIM; and the stalwart and defiant demeanor of one Leonard Peltier all come though in this presentation. As a long time supporter of organizations that defend class-war prisoners, like Leonard Peltier, this film only makes that commitment even firmer. With that in mind- Free Leonard Peltier-He Must Not Die In Jail!

The Waiting Game….With Lost Loves In Mind

The Waiting Game….With Lost Loves In Mind 





By Bart Webber

Dan Hawkins was not the waiting kind. Not the kind of guy who suffered to hang around moping, pining away (or to suffer fools, his term, who did as any number of his companions and colleagues could attest to). Not the kind if anybody was taking a survey, or looking for a character point on a profile to suffer waiting for anything. It had not always been that way, quite the contrary, he had had a history of waiting until hell froze over for some damsel who no showed him, which in turn made him a no show guy later when he was chasing some dames at the same time and had agreed to meet them severally at the same time,       but over the past few years he had gotten better about being on time, about showing up. Had been better that is until that night Moira left him, left him one night packing her bags and fleeing in the night. (It wasn’t exactly that dramatic but in the six plus month since she had left Dan had made whole thing as was his wont when left alone with his imagination to make the departure some epic Greek tragedy, something Shakespeare or one of those guys would have made a big deal story about.) No Dan had not been the waiting kind, not even with Moira who drove him crazy when she said she would be ready say at ten and then finally came down all beautiful about a half hour later. He had tried an end around with her so when he said to be ready say by ten in his mind he was thinking ten thirty and had made the profound mistake of giving his thought pattern away to her. Thereafter she would say show herself, all beautiful, at eleven. What the hell.   

This whole waiting business had been triggered of late while Dan figured out what he wanted to do with his life, his love life, his search for another relationship. See Dan previously had not waited around for some young woman when they split up, half the time he had somebody already waiting in the wings, some honey he had eyed and moved in on as he knew that last flame had flickered out in whatever current relationship he was in. Until Moira. And until Moira left him high and dry with some very harsh words about his needing to get at peace with himself, needed to do as she was doing trying to find herself and what she was about in the world –without him. Needing as he finally came to call it one night when he was listening to a Patty Griffin song, You Are Not Alone, and he grabbed onto the phrase “put out the fore in your head.”

Yes, that exactly stated the case. So he had moped around, pined away for six months before he realized that not only was Moira not coming back (he had no idea where she was although she said she was heading West, probably to California and that she would call him, not him her once she settled some place), but that he was lonesome for a woman’s company. Lonesome after he had spent the better part of those six months really trying to figure out a way to put out that fire in his head, to get some freaking peace from the bubble that was in his head. Tried to figure out what had gone wrong so the next time out he might not make a lot of the same mistakes. So no more waiting around.        

Dan had just turned thirty when Moira left him (and she just behind him in turning to that age which he thought might have contributed to why she had left when she saw that what they had was turning into ashes and would blow away with the first breeze, which it had once she determined what her course had to be). That age turning for some reason made him think that he if he was looking for somebody to share his life with then he could no longer go the “meat market” bar-hopping route which is how he had met most of his women friends, had met Moira one barstool night after having just taken his bar examination and was “celebrating” surviving that ordeal (he was nevertheless confidant that he would pass as he did). Moreover the high stakes Boston law firm he had been recruited to (and which caused many problems between he and Moira when he got sucked into the whirling dervish pace of trying to get ahead in that very competitive atmosphere with its manic and long hours) did not have many women that he would be attracted to (or women in the profession in general that he had run into) so he had been kind of stuck with how to meet somebody new. Then a fellow lawyer at the firm told him about on-line dating (actually he had overheard the guy making a “meet-up” first date and the guy knowing that Dan was single suggested he try it). Which he did although he had had balked at first, at his first effort when he “no showed” for the first time in a long time and that busted try had contributed to the waiting game-that forlorn hope beyond all reason that Moira would come back-or at least call to let him know she was safe wherever she was- something she was constantly badgering him about when he was working-where was he and what time would he be home).

Dan had not been sure exactly how to approach the whole on-line dating situation once he decided one lonely night that he needed female companionship (sex too remember he is only thirty and still  a serious sexual being). All of his previous experience had worked the other way. First he had met the woman in person (as was mentioned before usually at a bar or a party the way a lot of the young meet), they would chat face to face and then if there was an attraction some kind of exchange of telephone or cellphone numbers. This on-line idea was the reverse. You “chatted” on-line in vast black-hole cyberspace then maybe agreed to meet face to face. But who knew what to expect, whether the person on the other end was perhaps a goof or a psycho, a stalker who knows (and in return what did they know about you, perhaps also had thought about meeting a mass murderer or something).            

In any case Dan had been perplexed by what he would and would not put on what the site he chose “profile page.” Other than the obvious “looking for a soulmate” kind of thing-and naturally a rare and delicate beauty with a mind to match. He knew almost instinctively that he had to put a photo up on his profile. That was no problem as he could see that the site advice to do so made sense otherwise why would a complete stranger respond solely to whatever bullshit was thrown on the page only limited by the profiler’s imagination. But what to say that was meaningful. How to tell a story that made sense that that beautiful gal with a mind to match would respond to.
Dan was good at writing legal briefs, his profession after all, but to bear his soul a bit was disconcerting-especially about the soul-searching, about trying to be at peace with himself and trying to put out the fire in his head. The likes and dislikes, what he liked to do-run for exercise, go to art museums (a big thing with Moira), watch old time movies, go to a nice dinner were easy but some questions like whether he was looking for marriage (he was not), kids (same as marriage), religion (“other” did not express his agnostic views very well), and politics (another stumbling block) caused him some anguish.

A master of non-information information when he wanted be Dan left the questions of marriage and kids open since some really beautiful-looking thirty-ish women maybe worried about their biological clocks or just far  enough along in their careers to breath  and take some social time to see what they wanted checked those items off. On religion he did a dipsy-doodle answering “spiritual but not religious” since he was leery of “born-agains” one of whom that fellow lawyer had mentioned he had had to confront on a date where he had to listen to—“Jesus Saves,” all fucking night, his colleague’s term, a very short date. Funny Dan thought as he cyber-clicked on his choice one of Moira’s big complains after she had turned to the Universalist-Unitarian Church and Buddha at the same time was that he was not on the same spiritual road that she was on-and didn’t appear to be heading that way. As for politics, despite that colleague’s advice to the contrary, he put down “middle of the road” when he once again saw that some very good-looking women who must have grown up in rural or suburban areas had put down “conservative”. He thought he could just click the delete button if they came on too strong about how Obama had sold out the country and how they wanted their country back which was what his co-worker had warned him about. The only item that he seemed to be able to write about without reverting to some fallen angel-go to confession sinner-and liar was that he liked to run for exercise, liked to keep as fit as work made possible, liked to run along the ocean or a river since the sounds of the water exhibiting their natures soothed him-was his spiritual side as he constantly tried to tell Moira (she didn’t buy that argument since they could not do it together like meditation or yoga).

So Dan patched together some stuff as best he could, paid his fee (here is the gimmick on these sites which his fellow lawyer had told him about. You can join for “free” but that didn’t mean anything because to “connect” with anybody, to get a personal site e-mail response you needed to be a paid-up member), checked out and “flirted” with several prospects and waited to see what would happen. He did not have to wait long on that score (that is not what “the waiting game” of the title is about) since several women responded that day-all from places far away from Boston. Places like Austin, Texas or Norman, Oklahoma. What the hell did the think he would go on a “blind” date that would require air travel? Jesus. He was shaken that he might have been being hustled but that was just a “come on” to show that there really were women out there. He tried several more profiles, local profiles, that night. And got to his relief a couple of good responses                
After a process of elimination or rather running the rack first Dan “met” a woman who seemed interesting. Maybe that “running the rack” should be explained first since then the process of elimination makes more sense. One of the features of the site is that you could limit your search to a certain radius from your own location and age range so Dan clicked on the “fifty mile” choice and an age range of twenty-five to thirty-five-relative contemporaries. He then put together a kind of generic reply that he would use for any “prospects” who looked interesting and then proceeded to scroll all of the possible choices in that fifty mile radius and age range. Eliminating out of hand anyone who did not have a photograph up. The idea there being that if he wound up with some mass murderess he would at least be able to give a detailed description to the cops when she tried anything funny. (He would find out later that even such a seemingly straight forward proposition like that got twisted around when some of the women put photographs that had been taken in, well let’s put it this way, sunnier days). Eliminate anybody who had five children or so because he did not want that entanglement. (He later found out that women would lie about that, not about the five children part since he did not pursue anybody in that category but about having not children at all when they did-strange). Eliminate only “graduated from high school”- types for obvious reasons. And certainly eliminate anyone who was shown in a photograph with some ex-husband or ex-flame since that told him they were not over that relationship. (Funny that he made that exception since he was torn up about Moira to be placed in that same category by any women looking over his profile with the same concern. Dan never always had a good reason for what he did, or did not, do). With those factors crossed out it turned out that he had a daunting thirty odd profiles to respond to, to see if there was any reason to go further. One night when he had some time (and was feeling particularly lonesome for female companionship) Dan “ran the rack” mentioned above, went down the whole list with his generic comment to see what was what.                

Maybe a dozen women, maybe a couple less, responded to the initial bullshit line that Dan had probably used since he was about six with women.  A few in their responses kind of fell by the wayside and so in the end Dan had about half a dozen to seriously pursue. Ultimately after a whole series of comments and replies he started chatting with some of them on-line and some by phone, a tricky proposition requiring a certain leap of faith that they were not the “stalkers” whom the site and office conversation had warned him against. He did meet a few of them in person but at that stage it was like in the old days you either clicked or didn’t and that was that. Well that was that except that is when he learned about the fake photographs (or rather “sunnier days” photographs) and the kids’ stuff. Nothing worked out in that batch, nothing at all but Dan sensed that this was going to be quite a lot more work that he expected to take away that phantom loneliness that was eating away at him.  


Then Sarah, Sarah who made a point saying she was on time something Dan valued highly (and which was not true or has not been true so far but she has other virtues) contacted him out of the blue. They exchanged site e-mails frantically especially after each confessed to a love of art museums and then proceeded to talk on the phone. Arranged to meet at the Museum of Fine Arts which Sarah had agreed to without hesitation when Dan suggested the idea. Dan suspected that here was a women he could deal with on a fair basis. (It turned out that Dan who prided himself on his knowledge about art who way behind her in that regard since she had been and art major at one point in her college career.) So far they are proceeding along cautiously, Sarah has been divorced for a while after a horrible two-timing husband marriage complete with physical abuse, but things look pretty good. Yeah, Dan said to himself after their first art museum date (and dinner downtown after) he was not the waiting kind…           

Free Russian Interference In 2016 Elections Whistle-Blower Reality Leigh Winner Now!

Free Russian Interference In 2016 Elections Whistle-Blower Reality Leigh Winner Now! 















I Accuse-Unmasking The Sherlock Holmes Legend, Part IV-“Bumbling Across The Pond”-Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce’s “Sherlock Holmes In Washington” (1943)-A Film Review


I Accuse-Unmasking The Sherlock Holmes Legend, Part IV-“Bumbling Across The Pond”-Basil Rathbone and Nigel Bruce’s “Sherlock Holmes In Washington” (1943)-A Film Review




DVD Review

By Danny Moriarty

(Frankly in this my fourth debunking of the so-called legend of punk amateur detective Sherlock Holmes and his paramour, yes, paramour more on that below the bumbler-in-chief Doctor “Doc” Watson Sherlock Holmes In Washington  I am tired, tired beyond endurance, of having to once again tell a candid world that Danny Moriarty is not my real name, is instead my moniker to protect me against some very real threats from a bunch of dope-addled Holmes aficionados, no, worse cultists known far and wide as the Baker Street Irregulars. Known to the police, to the see no evil hear no evil London peelers, the Bobby Peel guys so named after the guy who put together the first real police force in London but which has gone way downhill since then who have ignored my pleas for protection, have dismissed the threats against me as child’s play, kid’s stuff. What passes for the law, the coppers have gone back to their tea and crumpets as usual routine while half of the toddling town gets ransacked by these Baker Street hooligans who have sworn vengeance unto the seventh generation against me and my progeny for exposing their boyfriend hero for the fake snoop that he is, was.

I stand here again today despite my need to hide my identity, my whereabouts, my voice and features and having had to send my family into private hands hiding stating I will not wilt like some silly schoolgirl under the blare of their evil deeds. This motley of criminals, junkies, and cutthroats is being protected by high society personages. The peerage I think they call it in Mother England, you know the House of Lords holy goofs with the cheapjack woolen wigs sliding all over the place and made in Bangladesh sweated labor textile factory robes who spend endless hours talking about the good old days when everything was simpler, the mob knew its place or it better had under Charles I, monarchs like that. 

These Irregulars in case I don’t survive the onslaught to number twelve in this series of films, a series which has done more to create an “alternate facts” Holmes world than anything any dastardly British monarch could ever do to keep the masses at bay I am told have very stylized rituals involving exotic illegal drugs and human blood. Are the bane of the London Bobbies and maybe not so strangely corruption-infested Scotland Yard has not lifted a finger in the matter. Moreover these Irregular cretins have been connected with the disappearance of many people, high born and low, who have questioned the Sherlock myth, and not a few unsolved murders of people who have washed up on the Thames over the years. I know I am on borrowed time, I am a “dead man walking” but maybe someone will pick up the cudgels if I have to lay down my head for the cause.  

I don’t want to frighten the audience, the reader but this need for an alias, for cover, is no joke since that first review and the subsequent second and third ones I have been threatened, threatened with I won’t death, death threats, but some nasty actions edging up in that direction which necessitate my keeping very close tabs on my security apparatus as I attempt to deflate this miserable excuse for a detective, a parlor detective at that who even Agatha Christie dismissed out of hand as a rank amateur. From my sources, serious sources under the circumstances, of ex-Irregulars who have left the organization as its attacks have become more bizarre and its blood rituals more gruesome including allegations of human sacrifice I have been told I am on their “watch list.” 

I know and can prove that I have been the subject of cyber-bullying without end including a campaign to discredit me by calling me Raymond Chandler’s “poodle” and Dashiell Hammett’s “toadie” for mentioning the undisputable fact that these hard- knock, hard-working professionals like Sam Spade and Phillip Marlowe were as likely to grab some wayward young woman as kick ass on some bad guys and still have time for lunch. Sherlock was much to dainty for that kind of heading to the danger work. I am willing to show an impartial commission my accusations with documents and affidavits. Believe me it is getting worse and once I get a grip on who is who in that nefarious organization I will be taking names and numbers.  These twelve films have been nothing but propaganda vehicles for the Holmes legend so I have plenty more work cut out for me. Until done I will not be stopped by hoodlums, your lordships and ladyships, and blood-splattered junkies. D.M.)
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Sherlock Holmes Goes To Washington, starring Basil Rathbone (I have mentioned previously my doubts that this was his real name since unlike myself he had never been transparent enough to say that he had been using an alias. I have since uncovered information that I was right and that his real name is Lytton Strachey a known felon who spent a few years in Dartmoor Prison on weapons and drug trafficking charges. It turns out that I was either in error or the victim of a cyber-attack since then it has come out that his real name is not Strachey but Lanny Lament, who worked the wharfs and water-side dive taverns where the rough trade mentioned by Jean Genet in his classic rough trade expose Our Lady of the Flowers did hard-edged tricks), Nigel Bruce (a name which upon further investigation has been confirmed as a British National named “Doc” Watson who also did time at Dartmoor for not having a medical license and peddling dope to minors in the 1930s and 1940s where I had assumed they had met up. Again a cyber-attack error they had met at the Whip and Chain tavern at dockside Thames while Lanny was doing his business on the sailor boys), 1943 
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As I have mentioned previously and nothing recently has changed my view we live in an age of debunking. An age perhaps borne aloft by cynicism, hubris, sarcasm and above all “fake news,” not the fake news denying some reality that you hear so much about these days, but by the elaborate strategy of public relations cranks and flacks who will put out any swill as long as they are paid and not a minute longer. That phenomenon hardly started today but has a long pedigree, a pedigree which has included the target of today’s debunking one James Sherlock Holmes, aka Lytton Strachey, aka Lanny Lamont out of London, out of the Baker Street section of that town. From the cutesy “elementary my dear Watson” to that condescending attitude toward everybody he encounters, friend or foe, including the hapless Doctor “Doc” Watson, aka Nigel Bruce, an inmate at notorious Dartmoor Prison in the early 1930s this guy Holmes, or whatever his real name is nothing but a pure creation of the public relations industrial complex, the PRIC. As I have noted above I have paid the price for exposing this chameleon, this so-called master detective, this dead end junkie, with a barrage of hate mail and threats from his insidious devotees. I have been cyber-bullied up to my eyeballs but the truth will out.

Maybe I better refresh for those who may not have read the first three reviews, may be shocked to find their paragon of a private detective has feet of clay, and an addiction problem no twelve step program could curtail in a million years. Here are some excerpts of what I said in that first review which I stand by this day no matter the consequences:      

“Today is the day. Today is the day I have been waiting for since I was a kid. Today we tear off the veneer, tear off the mask of the reputation of one Sherlock Holmes as a master detective. Funny how things happen. Greg Green assigned me this film out of the blue, at random he said when I asked him. However this assignment after viewing this film, Sherlock Holmes Faces Death (of course he doesn’t face, hadn’t been anywhere near any danger that would put death in his way but that can wait until I finish out defanging the legend) set off many bells, many memories of my childhood when I first instinctively discovered this guy was a fraud, a con artist.

Back then my grandparents and parents hushed me up about the matter when I told them what I thought of the mighty Sherlock. They went nutty and told me never to speak of it again when I mentioned that a hard-boiled real private detective, a guy who did this kind of work for a living, a guy named Sam Spade who worked out in San Francisco and solved, really solved, the case of the missing black bird which people in the profession still talk about, which is still taught in those correspondence course private detection in ten easy lesson things you used to see advertised on matchbook covers when smoking cigarettes was okay, who could run circles around a parlor so-called detective like Mr. Holmes. 

[Even Sam Spade has come in for some debunking of late right here in this space as Phil Larkin and Kenny Jacobs have gone round and round about how little Spade deserved his “rep,” his classic rep for a guy who was picked by some bimbo out of the phone book and who couldn’t even keep his partner alive against that same femme he was skirt-addled over. Kept digging that low-shelf whiskey bottle in the bottom desk drawer out too much when the deal went down. The only guy who is safe is Phillip Marlowe since nobody can call him a “one solved murder wonder” after the string of cold as ice, maybe colder, cases he wrapped up with a bow over the years. They still talk about the Sherwood case out on the Coast even today where he rapped the knuckles of a big time gangster like Eddie Mars, and his goons, to help an old man going to the great beyond no believing that he had raised a couple of monster daughters without working up a serious sweat. Talked in hushed tones too. You notice nobody has tried to go after him, not even close. D.M.]            

That was then. Now after some serious research as a result of this film’s impact on my memory I have proof to back up my childhood smothered assertions. Sherlock Holmes (if that is his name which is doubtful since I went to the London telephone directories going back the first ones in the late 1800s and found no such name on Baker Street-ever) was nothing but a stone-cold junkie, cocaine, morphine, landudum and other exotic concoctions which is the reason that he had a doctor at his side at all times in case he needed “scripts” written up. A doctor who a guy like Sam Spade would have sat on his ass a long time before as so much dead weight.

That junkie business would not amount to much if it did not mean that high and mighty Sherlock didn’t have to run his own gang of pimps, hookers, con men, fellow junkies, drag queens, rough trade sailors and the flotsam and jetsam of London, high society and low, to keep him in dough for that nasty set of habits that kept him high as a kite. There are sworn statements (suppressed at the time) by the few felons whom the Bobbies were able to pick up that Sherlock was the guy behind half the burglaries, heists and kidnappings in London. And you wonder why the Baker Street Irregulars want to silence me, show me the silence of the grave….

Of course the Bobbies, looking to wrap up a few cold file cases which Sherlock handed them to keep them off the trail, looked the other way and/or took the graft so who really knows how extensive the whole operation was. In a great sleight of hand he gave them Doctor Moriarty who as it turned out dear Sherlock had framed when one wave of police heat was on and who only got out of prison after Holmes died and one of Holmes’ flunkies told the real story about how Holmes needed a “fall guy” and the wily Doctor took the fall.”             
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Apparently this Sherlock madness knows no borders, could not be contained with the four walls of the British Isles, hell, even the bloody cockeyed Empire since the film under review Lanny Lamont, no, Sherlock Holmes In Washington has him crossing the pond to the “colonies” like this was 1774 or something to solve a little espionage problem the British government has. Seems that one of their agents got waylaid by an ambiguous “international spy ring” (remember this is 1943 so I hope you can guess what nation that so-called spy ring might emanate from) when they were looking for a secret cache he was carrying. Enter Sherlock. Stop. This agent, this guy who got his clock rung and sent to the great beyond was an MI5 agent, you know a Bond, James Bond, and Le Carre’s George Smiley-type  operation. No way was any secret agency, much less M of MI5 was going to let an ex-felon, a rough trade mauler, a mommy’s boy, handle that kind of work. Kim Philby would have that secret cache out of the hands of that international cartel and to his handler in Moscow before nightfall if anybody let Sherlock anywhere near this action.      

But let’s allow the so-called master deductive reasoning detective have his minute just for kicks although I will never tire of letting everybody know that Sherlock made his name after he beat down some poor mistreated dog who should have been reported as abused to whatever they call the humane animal treatment society in merry old England. Also that he worked overtime to keep his name in the public prints through his friendship with the editor of the London Times despite the fact that he had no gainful employment, no source of income except whatever his thug cronies delivered to him from their various escapades and that he had the goods on that editor as they used to say since he was “light on his feet,’’ gay.

It is hard to believe that Holmes and his lapdog pill-pusher Watson would be let out of the country, let out of jail, unless they had protectors in high places but that is the case here.
Once on the ground in D.C. after the usual tourist run through the National Mall he is on the case (and never forget that net drag Watson who made the number one mistake of a trafficker-don’t taste the merchandise while providing Sherlock his high-end dope so was always looking for some fixer man on dark street corners once his hidden stash ran out after about a day in D.C.). Blows it from the beginning since this secret document is on microfilm hidden in a package of matches. In an unbelievable comedy of errors the matches wind up in the possession of a young Washington debutante and she is therefore the hunted partridge before getting into the hands of that nefarious German agent who did not know what he had right in front of him. The head of that international spy ring, Heinrich Hinkel not hard to figure who he is working for in 1943 Europe, has the young woman kidnapped. Holmes finds out where she was being held and got waylaid himself before the mumbling Watson showed up with ten thousand coppers, not peelers that is London, and after some gunplay Sherlock and the young dame are freed. The Hitlerite escaped with matchbook in hand but Sherlock caught up to him and forced him into a couple of unforced errors which let the police grab him. Sherlock grabbed the matchbook and that was that. Kim Philby came by and the whole secret document was in Uncle Joe Stalin’s hands before midnight. Nice work Kim.

[This is probably as good a place as any to discuss the elephant in the room. The whole sexual preference business that was always until the last couple of decades only inferred on film, in books, in society, if at all. I wouldn’t have though much about the matter, about the “sin that dare not speak its name,” you know, sodomy, about catamites if I hadn’t noticed in the film above that when Sherlock and the Partridge twist were being held by Hinkel he never even looked at her and she was a dish to look at. That started bells ringing my head that there was a reason, a real reason why Sherlock couldn’t shot straight, had no lady-friend like Spade and Marlowe who would eaten her up in a minute, and had stuck it out through thick and thin with giddy, bubbly Doc Watson. Yes, a Nancy, a mommy’s boy, a fag to use the old time neighborhood term from my growing days in, no I had better not say where which might give aid and comfort to the thugs at Baker Street explains a lot of things about the dope, the tell-tale scorn of women and why he and Doc were an item, in the closet.

Nowadays, recently, the whole sexual preference would not even be a subject for discussion except for what I have heard from an ex-Irregular who broke hard with the organization who told me that there was a big division in the club between those who wanted to “out” Sherlock and claim him from the mythical Homintern and those who wanted to not attract attention to their various nefarious activities and crimes by such a scheme. Back then though when Sherlock was roaming the world pissing off that candid world with his fake fortune-teller madness the example of poor Oscar Wilde and his catamite and as recently as the Durning case in the 1950s it was not safe, was criminal to “come out.”

Of course the English public schools, our private schools, were hotbeds of gay activity so it no wonder an odd-ball like Holmes got flighty and never looked back. Here is the problem everybody knows that no way a gay guy, a gay couple if you included Watson could then juggle dealing with hardened criminals the coppers couldn’t cope with and survive if it were known they were lovers, even platonic lovers. The pair would be in Reading Gaol themselves. Just remember what they did to Wilde and Durning. The next few films should put paid to that notion of mine that Sherlock was nothing more than a parlor plotter.]        

  
Like I said the last three times, a fake, fake all the way. Unless that Irregular crowd of thugs and blood-stained aficionados get to me, find my hideout, this is not the last you will hear about this campaign of mine to dethrone this pompous junked-up imposter. I am just getting into high gear now.      


Wednesday, February 14, 2018

The Latest From The United National Anti-War Coalition (UNAC) Website- Immediate, Unconditional Withdrawal Of All U.S./Allied Troops, Mercenaries, Contractors, Etc. From Afghanistan And Iraq! No War With North Korea-

The Latest From The United National Anti-War Coalition (UNAC) Website- Immediate, Unconditional Withdrawal Of All U.S./Allied Troops, Mercenaries, Contractors, Etc. From Afghanistan And Iraq! No War With North Korea-



No War With Iran! Defend The Palestinians! No U.S. Aid To Israel! Not One Penny, Not One Person For Trump’s War Machine!

Click below for link to the United National Anti-War Coalition (UNAC) website for more information about various anti-war, anti-imperialist, anti-capitalist actions around the country.


Frank Jackman comment:  

A while back, maybe two or three years ago as things seemed to be winding down in the Middle East, or at least when the American presence was scheduled to decrease in places like Afghanistan and Iraq, and before Ukraine, Syria, Gaza and now the Trumpian war clouds brewing over Iran and North Korea and a number of other flash points erupted I mentioned that every once in a while it is necessary, if for no other reason than to proclaim from the public square that we are alive, and fighting, to show “the colors,” our anti-war colors. I also mentioned at the time that while endless marches are not going to end any war the imperialists decide to provoke the street opposition to the war in what appeared then to be the fading American presence in Afghanistan or whatever else the then in power Obama/Kerry cabal has lined up for the military to do in the Middle East, Ukraine or the China seas as well as protests against other imperialist adventures had been under the radar of late.

Over that two or three year ago summer there had been a small uptick in street protest over the Zionist massacre in Gaza (a situation now in “cease-fire” mode but who knows how long that will last) and the threat of yet a third American war in Iraq with the increasing bombing campaign and escalating troop levels which expanded into bombing raids over Syria for who knows what side-or for what purpose. Although not nearly enough had occurred then and a similar situation exists now with North Korea although people, many young people which is a good sign are out in the streets for other causes too numerous to mention in escalating Trump Administration’s desire to return this country back to the 8th or 9th century maybe earlier-the last time the Moslems got uppity with Western civilization or something like that it changes day to day.


As I mentioned at that earlier time it is time, way beyond time, for anti-warriors to get back where we belong on the streets in the struggle against Trump’s push to seemingly endless war (we will not forget that they were inherited without a murmur from Nobel Peace Prize winner Obama’s seemingly endless wars. Including his surreptitious “drone strategy” to "sanitize" war when he is not very publicly busy revving up the bombers and fighter jets in Iraq, Syria and wherever else he felt needed the soft touch of American “shock and awe, part two.”

As I also mentioned back then and nothing has come up on my radar to deny the continuing reality the UNAC, particularly since the collapse of the mass peace movement that hit the streets for a few minutes before the second Iraq war in 2003, appears to be the umbrella clearing house these days for many anti-war, anti-drone, anti-imperialist and anti-capitalist actions. Not all the demands of this coalition are ones that I would raise, or support but the key ones of late are enough to take to the streets. More than enough to whet the appetite of even the most jaded anti-warrior.

Highlights of The People 's Budge For Massachusetts



In Boston-Join The Struggle Against Homelessness

In Boston-Join The Struggle Against Homelessness






Poet’s Corner- Langston Hughes- Jazzonia

Poet’s Corner- Langston Hughes-  Jazzonia 






From The Pen Of Frank Jackman



February is Black History Month



 Jazzonia 



Oh, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

In a Harlem cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.
A dancing girl whose eyes are bold
Lifts high a dress of silken gold.

Oh, singing tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!

Were Eve's eyes
In the first garden
Just a bit too bold?
Was Cleopatra gorgeous
In a gown of gold?

Oh, shining tree!
Oh, silver rivers of the soul!

In a whirling cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.


Langston Hughes





This was the limit. That exact thought and no other crossed Louise Crawford’s mind as she fumed, fumed for the third time over the past several weeks waiting, waiting for his lordship, his budding poet lordship, to show up sometime in the next decade. Waiting so that he could take her to the Red Hat where “the Earl” and the boys were playing some heavy-noted down and dirty black-assed jazz that week and for “beat” aficionados, or like her, looking to be seen at the latest happening thing around the city she just had to be present at the creation. Yeah, she was like that, had a talent, no, maybe better a wanting habit which constantly needed to be replenished.

Other times he had begged indulgence because he was in the throes of writing some inspired poem, calling her his muse which stopped her in her tracks, or some small press publisher was all agog to print a few hundred copies of a small collection of his work. Still no, no Crawford, no Crawford whose forbears practically came over on the Mayflower was ever on this great earth to be kept waiting, for anything under any circumstances, and she would make that abundantly clear to him, again, when he arrived, if he did arrive. (For those not in the know, yes, that Crawford of the Wall Street financiers Crawford who have been making money hand over fist since about the time of the Mayflower so waiting had been bred out of the clan she, Louise the youngest daughter, twenty-two, if anybody was asking.) 

Of course, Louise recognized the double-standard, although only recognized it and would not be enslaved to it any more than any other twenty-two year old woman would be, that she was more than willing to play her own fashionably late card when it suited her, especially among her old boarding school friends who made something of a science of the custom. She, moreover, did not care, did not care one whit, that he, Jesse to give him a name, was somebody’s protégé , some friend of Mabel Dodge’s granddaughter or something like that, and the greatest poet, the greatest black poet since, what was his name, oh yes, Langston Hughes and the Harlem Renaissance back in the Jazz Age or something (not real jazz, not be-bop jazz, not from what she had heard on old records but more stuff to please the booze-swilling patrons, not like today with Earl, and walking daddies like Earl, and their cool, ultra-cool be-bop, be-bop sound).

She had had her full string of Greenwich Village hipsters, or want-to-be- hipsters, “beats” was the term of art ever since Jack Kerouac blew the lid off the straight world with his big book, On The Road, a few years back so every half-baked suburbanite joker was “beat,” beaten a better way to say it. Had had her fill of every variety that passed through Bleecker Street and she had had a veritable United Nations of lovers from the time she had turned sixteen and learned the karma sutra arts (and liked them) from poet prince Jesse back to Bob, the Jewish folksinger who wrote songs in honor of her pale blue eyes, his long legs and her natural blonde hair, and before him, Jim the jug band guy who made her laugh but had to go when he got into some serious drug stuff and got all devil cultish about it, and let’s see, Julio the painter who painted her in the nude, well, semi-nude and then took off with some senorita from Sonora , Michelangelo the sculptor who proclaimed his metal pieces the new wave( so no, not that old time one), Betty, the writer (just a crush and trying something new when some guy, a trumpet player so it figured, introduced her to sister and to some low-life sex stuff), Lothario the high-wire artist and juggler, and, well you know, a lot of very interesting people.

Of course Jesse was her first negro, oops, black lover. Jesus, she remembered one night when she called him that, negro, “the greatest Negro poet since Langston Hughes,” when she introduced him to friends at a party and later he yelled holy hell at her saying that he was a black man, a black son of Mother Africa and that his people were creating stuff, human progress stuff, when her people were figuring out how to use a spoon, and trying to figure out why anyone would use such a thing if they could figure out how to use it. He said if he was in Mexico or Spain and was called word that it would be okay, okay maybe, but in America he was black, a sable warrior, black. And had been black since Pharaoh times. Later that night he wrote his well-received In Pharaoh Times to blow off the madness steam he still felt toward her. ( A poem which when she read it later, really read it expressed all his pent up stuff about being black, about coming from slavery and what that remnant still left had done to the psyche, the black male psyche not being able to protect his own, and about Mister Whitey, read Pharaoh, read Crawfords, read Wall Street, read waiting blondes cultivating their first black lover always getting what they wanted when they wanted it and some stuff she could not understand, some references to specific black cultural events.) And being her first black lover she had given him some room knowing that he was an artist, and he really was good in bed but this standing up thing was just not done, not done to a Crawford and so she determined that she would give him his walking papers this very night.

Just then she remembered, remembered the last time, that second time he, Jesse, had kept her waiting and the next day, as an act of contrition, he had written his lovely poem Louise Love In Quiet Time for her that some Village poetry journal was all aflutter to publish (and that she had re-read constantly). So maybe tonight she would not give him his walking papers…

From Veterans For Peace-Resistance Is Love