Addio zio Tom

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We interrupt this broadcast to bring

you a shocking piece of news

just in from Memphis, Tennessee.

Today, April 4, the spiritual leader of

America's Negroes, Martin Luther King,

winner of the Nobel Prize for Peace, was

shot and wounded by an unknown gunman.

He is in very grave condition.

We are awaiting further information,

which we will pass on to the public

as soon as we receive it.

The assassin's bullet didn'tjust kill

Martin Luther King.

It killed a historical era.

The war has begun.

We Negroes have embarked on the

violent phase of our fight for freedom.

Today we have guns, bombs,

dynamite, knives.

America will be stained red.

Corpses will fill the streets.

Martin Luther King,

a slave of the bourgeoisie,

a useless social element,

a public servant,

an adulator, Washington's bootlicker,

a traitor.

Down with the doubters

and the Evangelists.

Down with the Uncle Toms.

It's our turn to get to work now,

cutting throats.

No white throats were cut.

The shouts of the revolt were nothing,

compared to the police sirens.

After all, who was that minister

who was killed in Memphis,

that 30 million Negroes

were supposed to avenge?

A hero, as Cleaver said, or a swine,

an Uncle Tom, as LeroyJones said?

Tom.

Thomas.

I named him Tom.

Don't you think it's cute?

Nowadays it's different,

but in the old days

all house Negroes were called Tom,

then Uncle Tom when they grew old.

That was how we could tell

the good Negroes,

the ones who lived in homes,

with their masters,

from the bad ones, who lived

separately, in the cotton fields.

Even that nice Negro priest

that they killed, what was his name?

They called him Uncle Tom, too,

because he was good.

He didn't go around spurring

those people to revolt against us.

They're not actually bad,

but none of them are called Tom.

They can't keep their houses clean,

and they spend all their money on cars,

which they break immediately

and throw away, like old toys.

They're just like children.

But that may be a good thing.

This way they're closer to God.

You should hear them singing

in the family chapel I gave them.

They're extraordinary.

His land extended further

than the horizon--

He had enormous herds of cattle,

and a house full of slaves.

When Jesus had finished speaking,

the man asked him:

''Is there anything that my slaves

can hold against me?

I feed them. I clothe them. I aid them.

I even gave them a temple to pray in.

So you see, my generosity is great.''

And Jesus said to him:

''I will tell you that it is not your

generosity that is great,

but your pride.

You love your slaves

because they are slaves,

and as long as they remain slaves.

But your power will melt,

like fog in the sun.

Your riches will be gone.

And then your slaves will leave

your land and your home,

and they will ignore you.

The worst punishment for your pride

will be your loneliness.''

Our house was so big. 500 slaves

were hardly enough to keep it up.

Then a little Tom left a candlestick

sitting next to a curtain,

and the fire burned for three days.

Can you imagine?

So many things fed that fire.

But this land is still mine.

This good land of the south,

once white with cotton balls.

Thank you, Tom.

Do you remember that movie?

What was it called? Gone--

Anyway, she took a handful of dirt

and held it to her chest. Like this.

And all around her, everything

was burned and ravaged by war.

And the Negroes had become bad.

And she said-- I can't remember.

Anyway, she said she would farm

the land even without slaves.

Not cotton, of course.

You'd need Negroes for that.

It's so hard, under the sun.

But there are many

other good things here in the south:

fruits, vegetables.

Our vegetables are so good.

The salad, the peas.

Have you ever tasted southern peas?

...as we can see by reading the pages

of the greatest American Negro poet,

LeroyJones, whose poem --

''Land, Land, Land. The Negro will not

be a man until he has his own land.

Negro, look at the ground. ''

- Yoo-hoo, I'm ready.

- ''Grab a handful of dirt,

and shove your nails into the concrete.

It's real and it's yours.

- You just have to want it. ''

- On page 2 1 7, Malcolm X adds.:

''There's only one people on earth

that can slit the white man's throat.

His population of slaves,

the Negroes. ''

We will now hand the microphone over

to the leader of the Black Panthers.

But that's not all. They reject

integration, they practice violence,

ideological crime, reverse racism.

They indoctrinate their children

in exchange for a meal.

They want to own five states, immediate

freedom for all Negro criminals,

exemption from military service, and

the freedom to carry machine guns.

But sometimes we're too quick

to judge.

Let's take a look

at these strange humans.

Their intentions are good,

though at times misunderstood.

These humans practice non-violence,

ideological love,

free love, the integration of the sexes,

and a perfect racial confusion

with the Negroes,

together with whom they propose

to build the America of the future.

And yet, LeroyJones, today's foremost

representative of Negro-ness says,

''Embracing the non-violence that young

whites preach about is nothing short of

diving into the current

of this failed American civilization.

America is a Sodom.

America is a Gomorrah.

America is a Babylon.

This is the society in which

Martin Luther King wanted

the Negroes to get ready to join.

I'd rather go to hell. But the chance

of becoming citizens of Gomorrah

is the best thing that whites have

right now to offer the Negroes.

If you hope for the survival of this

rotten society, of this corrupt order,

of this falling Rome, ready to cut your

balls off with the edge of a dollar,

you'll lose. Christ and the effigy

of the dollar are one and the same.

We Negroes must remember

all that we are seeing now,

and in the end we must erupt

like a volcano,

so we can crush, under flowing,

molten lava this herd of pigs

who have transformed the world

into a giant garbage can.''

June 1 9, 1 97 0.

LeroyJones, again: ''The white man's

attitude toward sex is sick.

The white man makes sex dirty.

The white man is primitive,

and he has the sexual intelligence

of a cave man.

The white man is afraid of the Negro

because he knows he's sexually inferior.

His sexual device is out of order.

That's why liberal whites

have allowed us

a certain amount of progress

toward virility,

and today he's telling us,

'One day we'll let you have balls.

Until then, keep yourself cool.'

American whites are taught to be

pederasts in school.

That's why their faces are weak

and expressionless.

Their voices, gestures and

mannerisms are those of eunuchs.

white women are stocky whores,

covered in makeup.

They don't know what to do

to fire up their impotent males.

white American women are

the ugliest and most obscene on earth.

The famous question, 'Would you allow

your daughter to marry a Negro?'

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