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Revolutionary Letters #2 The value of an individual life, a credo they taught us to instill fear, and inaction, "you only live once," a fog in our eyes, we are endless as the sea, not separate, we die a million times a day, we are born a million times, each breath life and death: get up, put on your shoes, get started, someone will finish Tribe an organism, one flesh, breathing joy as the stars breathe destiny down on us, get going, join hands, see to business, thousands of sons will see to it when you fall, you will grow a thousand times in the bellies of your sisters. Revolutionary Letters #20 (for Huey Newton) I will not rest tül men walk free & fearless on the earth each doing in the manner of his blood & tribe, peaceful in the free air till all can seek, unhindered the shape of their thought no black cloud fear or guilt between them & the sun, no babies burning young men locked away, no paper world to come between flesh & flesh in human encounter till the young men can at last lose some of their sterness, return to young men's thoughts, till laughter bounces off our hills & filis our plains. Revolutionary Letters #22 what do you want your kids to learn, do you care if they know factoring, chemical formulas, theory of numbers, equations, philosophy, semantics symbolic logic, latin, history, socalled, which is merely history of mind of western man, least interesting of numberless manifestations on this planet? do you care if he learns to eat off the woods, to set a broken arm, to mend his own clothes, cook simple food, deliver a calf or baby? if there are cars should he not be able to keep his running? how will he learn these thing, will he learn them cut off in a plastic box, encased in a larger cement box called "school" dealing with paper from morning till night, grinding no clay or mortar, no pigment, setting no seedlings in black earth come spring, how will he know to trap a rabbit, build a raft, to navigate by stars, or find safe ground to sleep on? what is he doing all his learning years inside, as if the planet were no more than a vehicle for carrying our plastic constructs around the sun