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.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

Donate To Save The Hampton House


Contact: Chairman Fred Hampton Jr.
Phone: 708-462-2098 

 Save The Hampton House 48 Hour Telethon 

 October 16, 2018 (Maywood, Illinois) – October 16, 2018 -- On Tuesday October 16, 2018 the Black Panther Party Cubs launched a 48-hour fundraiser telethon to save the Hampton House starting at 3pm CST. This event comes on the 50th anniversary of the Illinois Chapter of the Black Panther Party and the second-year anniversary commemorating the death of Deputy Chairman Fred Hampton Senior’s mother, Mrs. Iberia Hampton. Deputy Chairman of the Illinois Chapter of The Black Panther Party, Fred Hampton, was born on August 30, 1948. He was raised in the Chicago neighborhood of Maywood, Illinois. In 1968 he joined The Black Panther Party (BPP), headquartered in Oakland, California. Under Chairman’s leadership, programs such as The Free Breakfast Program, which fed thousands of children every week, Medical programs, which provided the nations first sickle cell anemia testing programs and laid the foundation for government research on sickle cell disease. Additionally, The Transportation Programs provided access for individuals to and from prisons for visiting loved ones and encouraging self-determination. 

Notice of Foreclosure 

Chairman Fred Hampton, Jr. recently obtained information detailing a Notice of Foreclosure and Sale of the Hampton property. Upon contacting the mortgage company, he has learned that $80,000 is required to stop the foreclosure sale of this Historical Landmark. The sale is scheduled for October 23, 2018. An additional $200,000 is required to make necessary repairs and updates to bring the building up to code. 

The Hampton House is located at: 804 South 17th Avenue, Maywood, Illinois 60153. 
Please visit for additional information.

Friday, May 11, 2018

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 Dominican. 

You’ve breast fed 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.