In the Spring of 1970, my older cousin Andre’ Deshong
who was also going through the Caldwell school system began taking more of
an interest in my life and in particular the extent to which I was
lacking in an important sense of black consciousness.
Andre
had recently become involved with a Black Men’s organization (the
Congress of African People (a nationalist organization) located in East
Orange, New Jersey that was inspired by the dramatist, novelist and
poet, Amiri Baraka (LeRoi
Jones) from Newark, New Jersey then one of the most respected and
widely published African-American writers. The leader of this east
orange group, Balozi Zayd
Muhammad was also the head of the Pan African Organization (a united
organization of groups from the United States, the West Indies, and the
continents of South America and of Africa and of which the Committee for
a United Newark and B.C.D. were members) an official NGO affiliated with the United Nations.
Upon my first meeting with the organizations leader; Balozi,
I was asked a number of rather direct questions not recognizing right
in that moment that an elaborate and systematic process of social
indoctrination had begun over the dangers of being overwhelmingly
influenced by Western European Culture and “white people” in general. I
had never heard any one speak in the manner that he did that day about
the negative influences of western civilization and so I was rather
intimidated yet intrigued at the same time. He spoke with the authority
of a father figure explaining to his son some of the cold and hard facts
of life.
Eventually, I would come to see Balozi
as a very charismatic, articulate, authority on African and Black
American history with seemingly sincere prophetic aspirations. At that
time, there were ten men living in his home. All of them had become
strongly committed to black activism, entrepreneurialism,
and as they would often say, ‘nation building.’ The home did not as yet
have a local area youth actively being groomed to become a community
organizer and local leader in either one of the two existing high
schools in the town of East Orange. In a rather short period of time, I
would become the first of their many student recruits.
Balozi
went on to inform me that my cousin Andre had spoken with him about the
prospect of my becoming more exposed to someone with his professional
stature, knowledge, interest and experience in serving as a mentor to
black youth. Moreover, he discussed with me the advantages that existed in
gaining ongoing exposure to several black male role models being right
there in the same household who were attending colleges in the area, not
to overlook the broad range of programming that they had already begun
sponsoring in the surrounding community through their partnering
relationship with Amiri Baraka’s Kawaida,
a Black Muslim organization which focused on African and Black American
history, Swahili language, the mother tongue of the Swahili people,
adherence with the teachings of Islam, African culture and wearing
traditional dress and the teaching of high level Martial Arts training
in Chinese Kung Fu.
Surely
you can imagine how overwhelming this must have all been to a
fatherless fifteen year old black kid still completely wet behind the
ears. Right there, on that day, Balozi
offered me a seat at his table and he expressed to me that he would be willing to
become my legal guardian and to mentor me like his very own son.
Subsequently, to mark what he felt was our providential meeting and my anticipated acceptance of his offer, Balozi gave me a new name: Akili. The meaning of the name Akili
he explained is ‘Wisdom, intellect, sense’ in Swahili. With my head
swimming, I left his house that day wondering what had just taken
place?
The most significant take away from all of this for me was that I no longer had to concern myself with miraculously
changing into being white, republican or Christian to be a person of
worth or to gain economic, intellectual, political, social or spiritual
acceptance and stature in America. It was an absolutely myth defying
day.
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