‘Governments and economics,’ argues George, ‘is socialism dialectical and materialistic.’ The westernize black right wing puppets,’ claim the author, ‘are governed by two ways either hierarchy the ruling class and the egalitarianism which is the people’s government.’ ‘The blacks are confused in an honest way, they do not understand economic and political subtleties of the fascists. Here are a few quotes that are so irresistible: ![]() A yearning desire of the author to liberate his comrades instantly comes through in page after page: take the reference to one of his attempts to defend himself inside the prison system – the moment he attacked Anglo-Saxon law – he was abandoned by the black lawyers of Amerikkka. ![]() Their rebellion is an insight of what is going on inside the imprisoned minds of the unfortunate blacks not only of the USA, but as happens in South Africa, Rhodesia, Portugal, Latin America, Britain and indeed wherever the capitalists or as the author sometimes labels them – the fascist pigs – exist. Injustices of society especially law and order when applied to the black man are constantly exposed and resisted by the writer and his brother in several pages of the book. One cannot escape Jonathan’s loyalty for the movement and all it stands for as he utters threats of violence and bitterness for his enemies his keen awareness for organisation, his absorption for the revolutionary ideology of the Black Panther for which he and George so prematurely sacrificed their lives – Black martyrs of the people’s oppressed cause. George in the earliest pages of the book spread bare the soldier’s heart of Jonathan by the letters which he had written to his peer George as prison epistles, a true soliloquy of the Soledad Brothers and Sisters. He leaps to defend his kid brother Jonathan, an avowed communist revolutionary whose days were also cut short when a lad of merely 17 years. He had managed to smuggle out his manuscript only just a few days before his assassination in San Quentin jail on August 21, 1971. ![]() One cannot fail to notice the blood congealing, dripping not from one eye only -but both eyes, ears, hands, feet, brains and the heart. George Jackson, author of Blood In My Eye wrote with conviction of destiny, indeed imminent destruction. Transcribed & marked up by by Einde O’Callaghan for ETOL. Williams: Blood In My Eye (November 1975)Įncyclopedia of Trotskyism | Marxists’ Internet Archiveįrom International Socialism, No.83, November 1975, pp.?.
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