EULOGY FOR MY MAIN MAN by Amiri Baraka

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ABUBADKA "Sonny" CARSON: The Passing of a Warrior
Date: Sun, 5 Jan 2003 13:44:55 -0800

EULOGY FOR MY MAIN MAN
by
Amiri Baraka

YouTube - Sonny Carson - part 1of11

YouTube - Sonny Carson - part 1of11

What A Cold World This Place Be!
Be that way till we free!
What a thing-cold world it is
To be like this and here
Where it always be some other
Nutha, fu'tha', ugly to this
To just the other day.
One of our most get-down brothers
A life of unrelenting struggle
Against American Nazi's
Been taken away.

Leaves us, w/o Rob Williams, Malcolm or King
Or Stokely or long gone Adam. They set
A trap for Rap & 9 Negroes sent him over!
You want to feel the ugly slavery bug
Still inside us, to kill a man who fought all
His life for you.
Now, Sonny Too, (who the Negroes
Never recognized, that's part of the reason they Negroes)
Sonny too, Bubadika, of the straight up, OK, I can dig it, Right
On, tip, you ever dig him with his
Walking stick, a talking stick our Indian
Family call it, for striding up & down

A Brooklyn man, Educated as Sonny
Carson, in the Badman's Land. Who
Was even as youth, a warrior, wd get down
With you, whatever way
We had too.
I met him 30-40 years ago,
We hooked up when Rev Sharpton was studying
To become the national President
Of the James Brown Fan Club, when
Them dudes you saw in Sonny's flick
Was still on the street, with fur
Collar jackets, and walking sticks,
& broke down "Stingies", & war cries,
& mocked the cops, when "Bop" also meant
war, a ghetto industry of hip & zip

We was in the street, Amina, them
Dudes and Sonny, a thousand strong
When Claude Reese was wasted in
The cellar for hanging crepe paper for a
Party & 666 tasted his 14
Year old life away, from that murder
Time, till the evening of his funeral
Day, the streets bulged with
Antagonistic contradiction, U.S. democracy always
A fiction, and in the streets
That night, a thousand Black & Puerto Rican Hermanos.Negro y
Moreno y Amarillo, Ready to turn
The world out, ready to force Evil
To Cease, in the name of Claude Reese!

And Yeh, the Pigs were there, fixing
Us all in their dangerous stare,
Obsessed w/ their impotence they wd
Murder us all to keep the world
From making sense


And Bubadika wd slide thru
There, (remember the last scene in "The Education
Of Sonny Carson) like the sun cd be carried
In a car, round midnight
The streets on fire, we always see better
In that light.

But "Peace, be still", like it's
Coming from high on a Hill, and the
Brothers stayed, ready but unafraid
Behind the dictum, the War Lord
Gone Political, like Mao's Chu Teh
Had delivered at the end of that day.
"It's protracted, we got time, don't
waste no lives on this blue skin
Slime!"
It was Bubadika, the Bad,
Who first hipped me to Negroes
Posing as Garveyites, & pimps
Posing as revolutionaries.

Remember
His man, Jim Cuffee, black
From way back, calmly dangerous to
The racist rule, sd," Make sure to get yr own
And if they God don't bless you,
Put one look like you
On His throne!"
Was he bad, Sonny, Bubadika?
(To rush forward, to rise up, to
Explode!")

Who strode with an
Interior light flashing from his soul
Anything described him
Had to say, bold.

Like this boy ask the brother
Why he was anti Semitic, &
Sonny's reply made the interlocutor
Look pathetic. "What? Why
You wanna take me there &
Make me only microscopically Lethal.
It ain't no special ones. I hate
All white people!"

OH! OH! Why the brother say that.
Just to show the jive outerviewer
Was using a question to lie
Through his hat!

Sonny hated lies and Negroes in
Disguise. He hated racism, white
Supremacy. Wd fire us up,
"No Justice No Peace", in the streets,
On the bridges, he cd raise us
Like from Sonny to Bubadika
Combine the rage of the street
The self determination of the
Oppressed Black Nation.
Like that time
In Bed Sty, after the beast
Had murdered Louis Baez

We aint gonna let it rest
What Sonny and Rev Daughtry sez!
And being with them made us equally
Bad. Like this brother took this illegal
Plastic night stick that a coward policeman had.
Brother say, "The trouble with you
Is you ain't never met a Man before! For real!
And the police slunk back through the precinct door.

He Cd scream us in to action
When he was Sonny, became another kind
Of leader, a revolutionary speaker,
Reincarnated as Bubadika.

Even in those last days, he
Wd always show
When you put out the call,
Still Black, confident, nay arrogant, as Fire.
Still on it, up against it
Near 70, he still looked strong.
His passion cd not grow thin.

Hey, Brother, come help with Ras'
Election and there he was, with
a well seasoned band, no our man
wd show, that was Sonny, Bubadika.
Yeh, it was him!

Celebrate this Brother, Call
Has name whenever your commitment
Start to get lame! Say, "Hey Sonny!
Sonny Carson! War Lord gone Political
Don't ever go away. Hey, Sonnnnnn--eeeee!"

Keep calling & if he don't growl
& laugh & talk bad about some
Racist white folks and backward
N-words, we used to call 'em
Niggahs
then you ain't put out a call for
the real
Bubadika!

Hail, Brother, Be always with us
like yrself
The Sun, our Blood -Black Soul, fill us
Forever with fire! Let us all
Be like you, one terrible
Warrior, one dynamite Black
Liberation Fighter & Speaker, Let us
Rise over head, to be with you, soul brother,
War Lord gone political, let us
Be, Oh struggling Black nation,
If we want to be free
As fierce in this rumble with the beast
Is his jungle, as bad as he, as bad as Sonny
As bad as our man, Bubadika! Like a War Lord
Gone political !

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AMIRI BARAKA
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