Zayd Malik Shakur~ Black Liberation Army ~ Author ~A PROFESSIONAL REVOLUTIONARY ~ To those of us who have dedicated our lives to the liberation of Black people, who have dared to say, “We shall have our freedom or the earth will be leveled by our attempts to gain it,” death is a common occurrence. It is something we had to accept, for we knew that in waging struggle to free ourselves from the chains of slavery, our choices are small, either to be jailed or assassinated – but we had nothing to lose and everything to gain.
We know that where there is struggle there is sacrifice. The death of Zayd Malik Shakur was a sacrifice, for in our struggle some deaths are lighter than a feather and others are as weighty as a mountain. The death of Zayd Malik Shakur was/as is the death of all revolutionaries and freedom fighters/weightier than a mountain, for Zayd not only practiced the principles of revolutionary warfare – he taught others to do the same.
Zayd used to say, “A revolutionary is a professional, so you must be a professional revolutionary.” In his life and death Zayd said: I may – if you wish – lose my livelihood I may sell my shirt and bed, I may work as a stonecutter, A street sweeper, a porter. I may clean your stores Or rummage your garbage for food. I may lay down hungry, O enemy of the Sun, But I shall not compromise And to the last pulse in my veins I shall resist. You may take the last strip of my land, Feed my youth to prison cells. You may plunder my heritage, You may burn my books, my poems Or feed my flesh to the dogs. You may spread a web of terror On the roofs of my village, O Enemy of the Sun, But I shall not compromise And to the last pulse in my veins I shall resist. You may put out the light in my eyes. You may deprive me of my mother’s kisses. You may curse my father, my People, You may distort my history, You may deprive my children of a smile And of life’s necessities. You may fool my friends with a borrowed face. You may build walls of hatred around me. You may glue my eyes to humiliations, O Enemy of the Sun, But I shall not compromise And to the last pulse in my veins I shall resist. O Enemy of the Sun The decorations are raised at the port. The ejaculations fill the air, A glow in the hearts, And in the horizon A sail is seen Challenging the wind And the depths. It is Field Marshall Dedan Kamathi (Mau Mau) Returning home From the sea of loss. It is the return of the Sun, Of my exiled ones And for her sake, and his I swear I shall not compromise And to the last pulse in my veins I shall resist, Resist–and resist. Zayd Malik Shakur A Spark in the Prairie Fire Black Panther Party