Prisoners Of Conscience Committee

Prisoners Of Conscience Committee
The Prisoners of Conscience Committee Founded by Chairman Fred Hampton, Jr. during the nine years he spent in prison in the 1990's.

Saturday, May 8, 2021

The Mother Ode'

  The Mother Ode’ 

You think I forgot?

Well, I think not! 

 From the Pyramids to the plantation

Through the sharecropping and segregation. 

To the Ole’ Earth from her seed Yes, indeed you carried me. 

In Africa I rode your back

On the plantation a potato sack. 

Whatever the case you held me tight. 

Kept me close those winter nights. (whisper)

Matriarchs and Mothers and Queens and Nannies. 

Big Mamas and Dear Mamas, Geronimos and grannies. 

Healers of sickness who addressed the business. 

Wasn’t no need for traveling, homemade healthcare! 

From common colds, to frequent flus to champion of childbearin’. 

Continuously connected through this cold hard system. 

When my cries were denied you were the only one listening.

 I didn’t play no dissin’ Mama when playing the dozens 

 For it wouldn’t be no me if she wouldn’t of gave Daddy no lovin’ 

Through the hard times and struggles, discomforts and pains. 

The cold nights, beans and rice, mayo jars with kool-aid. 

Yeah, I did my share of stupid stunts, fuck ups and cutting up in the class. 

You showed TOUGH LOVE and had no hang ups about tapping that ass. 

And with those high times we had in my mind remains. 

First days of school and surprise birthdays. 

They’ve been trying to divide us in hectic times throughout the history

From masta’ selling me off ‘till today with Baby ‘T’. 

You’ve produced pyramids, taught tribes and gave names to Nations. 

You are not only my mother but the Mother of Civilization. 

Those are your children in Kenya and the descendants in Dominica. 

You’ve breastfed me in Botswana. 

And kept me clothed in Ghana. 

Whenever they beat me down, you told me “Son stand up!” 

You said all men fall down but great Men get up.

When they came and framed me, and placed me behind these walls. 

You knew the business, prison visits and collect phone calls. 

From the womb to the tomb, from the belly to the grave. 

Through four inch glass, prison blues and shackles and chains. 

 I love you dearly, miss you really. 

And that ain’t never gon’ change.

©May 14, 1998 Chairman Fred Hampton Jr.

Thursday, December 3, 2020

Take Part In A Virtual and Global Event of Solidarity on Friday, December 4th at 12:00 Noon CST For IRD Day

Power to the People

 Every year on December 4th, Chairman Fred Hampton, Jr., Mother Akua Njeri, the Black Panther Party Cubs, friends, and supporters gather to observe the assassinations of Chairman Fred Hampton and Defense Captain Mark Clark.

 We usually observe the occasion at Ground Zero: 2337 W. Monroe in Chicago, the site where Chairman Fred and Defense Captain Mark Clark were gunned down by government assassins. 

 This year, because of the pandemic, we are asking everyone to take part in a virtual and global event of solidarity on Friday, December 4th at 12:00 noon CST. 

 During the event there will be a five-minute, clenched fist salute to Chairman Fred Hampton and Defense Captain Mark Clark and revolutionaries, past and present alike. 

 Please post your photos of solidarity on social media with #IRD.

 We will post streaming details on Thursday, December 3rd here: https://www.thehamptonhouse.org/events/international-revolutionary-day

Thank you for helping to preserve the legacy of Chairman Fred Hampton. To donate, please visit:TheHamptonHouse.org/donateGoFundMe.com/f/SaveTheHamptonHouse51

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 All Power to the People

Saturday, May 9, 2020

The Mother Ode

 

The Mother Ode’ 
You think I forgot?
 Well, I think not! 
 From the Pyramids to the plantation Through the sharecropping and segregation. 
To the Ole’ Earth from her seed Yes, indeed you carried me. 
 In Africa I rode your back On the plantation a potato sack. 
Whatever the case you held me tight. 
 Kept me close those winter nights. (whisper) Matriarchs and Mothers and Queens and Nannies. Big Mamas and Dear Mamas, Geronimos and grannies. 
 Healers of sickness who addressed the business. Wasn’t no need for traveling, homemade healthcare! 
 From common colds, to frequent flus to champion of childbearin’. 
Continuously connected through this cold hard system. 
When my cries were denied you were the only one listening.
I didn’t play no dissin’ Mama when playing the dozens 
 For it wouldn’t be no me if she wouldn’t of gave Daddy no lovin’ 
 Through the hard times and struggles, discomforts and pains. 
The cold nights, beans and rice, mayo jars with kool-aid. 
 Yeah, I did my share of stupid stunts, fuck ups and cutting up in the class.
You showed TOUGH LOVE and had no hang ups about tapping that ass. 
 And with those high times we had in my mind remains.
 First days of school and surprise birthdays. 
They’ve been trying to divide us in hectic times throughout the history
 From masta’ selling me off ‘till today with Baby ‘T’. You’ve produced pyramids, taught tribes and gave names to Nations. 
 You are not only my mother but the Mother of Civilization. 
Those are your children in Kenya and the descendants in Dominica. 
 You’ve breastfed me in Botswana. 
And kept me clothed in Ghana. 
 Whenever they beat me down, you told me “Son stand up!” 
You said all men fall down but great Men get up. When they came and framed me, and placed me behind these walls. 
You knew the business, prison visits and collect phone calls.
From the womb to the tomb, from the belly to the grave. 
Through four inch glass, prison blues and shackles and chains. 
 I love you dearly, miss you really. 
And that ain’t never gon’ change.
 ©May 14, 1998 Chairman Fred Hampton Jr.