Just imagine the fortitude of spirit it must’ve taken to be first lady boss in the Black Panther Party. Communications secretary and THE first female member of the Party’s decision-making body, Kathleen Cleaver also served as the spokesperson and press secretary. She was the key organizer of the national campaign to free the Party’s minister of defense, Huey Newton, when he was jailed. Kathleen Neal Cleaver was among a handful of women who were prominent in the Black Panther Party, which included Elaine Brown and Ericka Huggins. She brought brains, beauty, charisma and firearm skills. Impeccable militant style, perfect afro, hazel green eyes, butterscotch complexion, full rosy lips spitting orders and intellect. A ride or die black bitch, without question. And definitely on the list of People We Would’ve Tried to Fuck during The 1960’s – 1970’s black revolution. We’re still all caught up in that rapture, boss. ©2016 BlackSuede.
Kathleen Cleaver is now a law professor, best known for her marriage to Black Panther leader and Soul on Ice author Eldridge Cleaver. Kathleen Neal and Eldridge Cleaver were married on December 27, 1967. He was likely a real son-of-a-bitch at times, given that living in political exile has its pressures. Wouldn’t we have kept Kathleen engaged and assisted whenever Eldridge was off on one of his angry cock-slinging benders? At least he was smart enough to wife a queen.
According to sources at articles.latimes.com/2001/feb/24/local/me-29765 an Ex-Panther Says He Saw Eldridge Cleaver Kill a Man allegedly over Kathleen:
“According to a transcript, Booth told the agent that after a brief stay in Cuba, he and Smith went to Algeria, where they served on Cleaver’s staff. Cleaver, who died in 1998, was a fugitive himself at the time, having jumped bail and fled the United States following a shootout with Oakland police.
Booth said that he accompanied Cleaver on a trip to North Korea and that, while they were gone, Smith had an affair with Cleaver’s wife, Kathleen.
Upon returning, Booth said, Cleaver began taping calls at his home. “On some of the tapes Clinton was discussing with Kathleen killing Eldridge and taking over the party headquarters in Algeria,” Booth said, according to the transcript.
One evening, Booth related, Cleaver invited Smith and Booth to his house in Algiers and gave them a newspaper article to read. When Booth looked up, he said, Cleaver was holding an AK-47 rifle.
He said Cleaver accused Smith of having an affair with his wife, and then: “Eldridge . . . shot Clinton through the heart.” Booth said Cleaver dumped the body in a nearby field and poured acid over it.
“The next day, I decided to leave Algiers,” Booth said, “because I didn’t join the party this time killing party members (sic).” The FBI has said it has not been able to confirm Smith’s death and he is still listed as a fugitive. Reports of Cleaver killing a fellow Panther in Algeria, however, have surfaced in the past. At the time of a Black Panther split in 1971, the party’s official newspaper, based in Oakland, included an article accusing Cleaver of killing an unnamed member who had had an affair with his wife, according to the Associated Press.”
Since the couple’s divorce in 1987, however, she has staked out a reputation all her own as a law professor and expert in African-American history. By transforming herself from expatriate revolutionary to respected scholar, Cleaver expanded the reach of her unique perspective on critical issues of race, gender and class to a wider audience than was previously possible, while maintaining her commitment to social and economic justice.
Kathleen went back to school in 1981, receiving a full scholarship from Yale University. She graduated in 1983, summa cum laude with a Bachelor of Arts degree in history. In 1987, she divorced Eldridge Cleaver. She then continued her education by getting her law degree from Yale Law School. After graduating, she worked for the law firm of Cravath, Swaine & Moore, and followed this with numerous jobs including: law clerk in the United States Court of Appeals for the Third Circuit in Philadelphia, the faculty of Emory University in Atlanta, visiting faculty member at the Benjamin N. Cardozo School of Law in New York City, the Graduate School of Yale University and Sarah Lawrence College. She then worked as a Senior Research Associate at the Yale Law School, and a Senior Lecturer in the African American Studies department at Yale University. She is currently serving as senior lecturer at Emory University School of Law.
Kathleen Neal was born on May 13, 1945 in Dallas, Texas, the oldest child of Ernest and Juette (Johnson) Neal. Unlike many of her future fellow revolutionaries, she did not grow up in poverty. Her father was a professor of sociology at Wiley College, and her mother held an advanced degree in mathematics.
Sources: http://www.encyclopedia.com/doc/1G2-2873100022.html and https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kathleen_Neal_Cleaver
Oh Eldridge. Your place in the kingdom of People We Would’ve Tried to Fuck during the 1960’s – 1970’s black revolution eluded you when we read your coming out as a former rapist in your 1968 novel Soul on Ice, written from behind bars at Folsom State Prison. Misogynists and racists reform. You stated that your father was a domestic abuser, often beating your mother. We hurt with you and got a glimpse of what made you tick like a bomb. A strong, beautiful black male specimen, we knew you were a stud the minute we laid eyes on your vintage clips. Black Panther Party Minister of Information. We heard your panty-melting poetry, having cadence in the voice of an African king. All ladies – black and white – immediately understood that you had that non-mythical big black cock, imaging you: standing erect in front of them prepared to take your spoils of war. You seemed deeply troubled, but therein was your passion fire – for the people’s struggle, and possibly in bed.
We loved beautiful Kathleen when you proved smart enough to wife her red-boned scholarly mind. That was one of your life’s best decisions. You recognized a queen who took your hand, and walked with you through the valley of a fugitive’s adversity. You rapped revolutionary game in her ear, laying that pole. Committed to building a tribe of soldiers. We were aghast yet indeed… kinda hot when you came out with your own clothing line, featuring “penis pants.”
However, when you became born-again Christian, then Mormon, then Republican in your later years, all -over-the-place confused about your convictions and desired legacy, our passions went dry. Anti-Revolutionary, sell-out positions killed our joy. Don’t call us for booty anymore after 1975, but we still fuck with queen Kathleen. ©2016 BlackSuede.
“Eldridge Cleaver, whose searing prison memoir ”Soul on Ice” and leadership in the Black Panther Party made him a symbol of black rebellion in the turbulent 1960’s, died at May 1, 1998 at 62. No cause of death was initially given. At the request of Mr. Cleaver’s family, a spokesman for the Pomona Valley Hospital Center, Leslie Porras, declined to provide the cause of death or the reason Mr. Cleaver was in the hospital.
In the black leather coat and beret the Panthers wore as a uniform, Mr. Cleaver was a tall, bearded figure who mesmerized his radical audiences with his fierce energy, intellect and often bitter humor. ”You’re either part of the problem or part of the solution,” he challenged, in one of the slogans that became a byword of the era.
He became even more of a symbol when he jumped bail after a shootout between Black Panthers in Oakland, Calif., and the police and fled into exile in Cuba and Algeria, adding the causes of Communism and third world liberation to his repertoire.
But after he returned to the United States in 1975, Mr. Cleaver metamorphosed into variously a born-again Christian, a follower of the Rev. Sun Myung Moon, a Mormon, a crack cocaine addict, a designer of men’s trousers featuring a codpiece and even, finally, a Republican.
‘Soul on Ice,’ Memoir as Manifesto’ ~ When ”Soul on Ice” was published in 1968, it had a tremendous impact on an intellectual community radicalized by the civil rights movement, urban riots, the war in Vietnam and campus rebellions. It was a wild, divisive time in the United States, and Mr. Cleaver’s memoir from Folsom state prison, where he was doing time for rape, was hailed as an authentic voice of black rage in a white-ruled world. The New York Times named it one of its 10 best books of the year.
Mr. Cleaver’s prison essays are angry, sometimes bitingly funny, often obsessed with sexuality. And they trace the development of his political thought through his prison readings of the works of Thomas Paine, Marx, Lenin, James Baldwin and, above all, Malcolm X. In one of the book’s most gripping and brutal passages, he wrote:
”I became a rapist. To refine my technique and modus operandi, I started out by practicing on black girls in the ghetto — in the black ghetto where dark and vicious deeds appear not as aberrations or deviations from the norm, but as part of the sufficiency of the Evil of the day — and when I considered myself smooth enough, I crossed the tracks and sought out white prey. I did this consciously, deliberately, willfully, methodically — though looking back I see that I was in a frantic, wild and completely abandoned frame of mind.
”Rape was an insurrectionary act. It delighted me that I was defying and trampling upon the white man’s law, upon his system of values, and that I was defiling his women — and this point, I believe, was the most satisfying to me because I was very resentful over the historical fact of how the white man has used the black woman. I felt I was getting revenge.”
There was little doubt he went on, citing a LeRoi Jones poem of the time which expressed similar rage, ”that if I had not been apprehended I would have slit some white throats.” But he was caught, and after he returned to prison, Mr. Cleaver wrote:
”I took a long look at myself and, for the first time in my life, admitted that I was wrong, that I had gone astray — astray not so much from the white man’s law as from being human, civilized — for I could not approve the act of rape. Even though I had some insight into my own motivations, I did not feel justified. I lost my self respect. My pride as a man dissolved and my whole fragile moral structure seemed to collapse, completely shattered. That is why I started to write. To save myself.”
Troubled Childhood Ended at Prison Gates ~ Leroy Eldridge Cleaver was born in Wabbaseka, Ark., south of Little Rock, in 1935, to Leroy Cleaver, a waiter and piano player in a local nightclub, and Thelma Cleaver, an elementary school teacher. When the father became a waiter on the Super Chief train, the family moved to Phoenix, a stop on the train’s run from Chicago to Los Angeles. Mr. Cleaver later said that his father often beat his mother and that soon after the family moved to the Watts section of Los Angeles, his parents separated.
Mr. Cleaver had barely started Abraham Lincoln Junior High School — where his mother was a janitor — when he was arrested for bicycle theft and sent to reform school, where the older boys inspired loftier ambitions. Almost immediately after his release, he was sent to another reform school, for selling marijuana. A few days after he was released from that school, he was arrested for marijuana possession, and made the big time: two and one half years at Soledad state prison.
He began reading widely and received his high school diploma at Soledad, forming, he wrote in ”Soul on Ice,” ”a concept of what it meant to be black in white America.” But a year later Mr. Cleaver was arrested for his rapes, convicted of assault with intent to murder and sent first to San Quentin prison and then Folsom in 1957 for a term of 2 to 14 years.
He became first a jailhouse Black Muslim convert, then after the split in the Nation of Islam followed Malcolm X. In mid-1965, eight years into his term, he wrote to Beverly Axelrod, a well-known white civil liberties lawyer in San Francisco asking for help in pleading for parole. Ms. Axelrod took his essays to Edward M. Keating, Rampart’s owner and editor. When Mr. Cleaver went before the parole board, he was a published writer with the support of literary lights like Mr. Geismar, Norman Mailer and Paul Jacobs.
Freed in December 1966, with a job reporting for Ramparts in San Francisco, Mr. Cleaver helped organize Black House, a cultural center, where he met Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale, the co-founders of the Black Panther Party, which they called an organization for ”self-defense” against the police.
Freed from Prison With a Radical Goal ~ The Panthers were a growing presence in Oakland, shadowing police patrols, whom they accused of brutalizing the black community, and openly displaying weapons. Mr. Cleaver quickly joined the party as minister of information — chief spokesman and propagandist. ”We shall have our manhood,” Mr. Cleaver declared. ”We shall have it or the earth will be leveled by our attempts to gain it.”
Mr. Cleaver also began teaching an experimental course at the University of California at Berkeley in fall 1968, which infuriated then-Gov. Ronald Reagan, who declared, ”If Eldridge Cleaver is allowed to teach our children, they may come home one night and slit our throats.”
At the time, Mr. Cleaver regularly referred to Mr. Reagan as Mickey Mouse in his speeches. It is a measure of Mr. Cleaver’s many changes that in 1982 he was booed and hissed by the Yale Afro-American student society for supporting Mr. Reagan.
As tensions between the Panthers and the authorities rose, Mr. Cleaver was caught up in a shootout in April 1968 in which a 17-year-old Panther, Bobby Hutton, was killed and Mr. Cleaver and two policemen were wounded. Facing the revocation of his parole and new charges, Mr. Cleaver jumped a $50,000 bail late that year and fled into exile, first to Cuba and then to a home in Algeria, then a leftist haven.
Mr. Cleaver married Kathleen Neal in 1967, the daughter of Foreign Service officer. She followed him to Algeria, and they had two children, a son, Maceo, and a daughter, Joju. The couple divorced in 1987, and Mrs. Cleaver is now a lawyer and professor.
At first Mr. Cleaver toured Communist countries triumphantly, hailing Kim Il Sung of North Korea, among others. But disillusion set in, and there was increasing friction between the Algerian Government and Mr. Cleaver’s entourage. There was an internal struggle between Mr. Cleaver and Mr. Newton, too, and Mr. Cleaver broke with the Panthers in 1971.
Spiritual Awakening And Surrender to F.B.I. ~ The family moved to France. There, Mr. Cleaver said, contemplating suicide one night with a gun in his hand, he suddenly had a vision in which his old Marxist heroes disappeared in smoke and a blinding light led him to Christianity. In 1977, he returned to the United States and surrendered to the F.B.I. under a deal with the Government by which he pleaded guilty to the assault charge stemming from the shootout. Charges of attempted murder were dropped, and he was sentenced to 1,200 hours of community service.
But, Mrs. Cleaver said in a 1994 interview with The San Francisco Chronicle, ”he came back a very unhealthy person, unhealthy mentally, and I don’t think he’s ever quite recovered. He became a profoundly disappointed and ultimately disoriented person.”
Mr. Cleaver drifted in his enthusiasms. He opened a boutique for the trousers he created featuring what he called the Cleaver sleeve. He embraced various religions. He ran a recycling business for a while, but other recyclers accused him of stealing their garbage. He was treated for addiction to crack cocaine in 1990. A crack charge two years later was dropped because of an illegal search, but in 1994 Berkeley police found him staggering about with a severe, never fully explained, head injury and a rock of crack in his pocket. He proclaimed himself a conservative and ran, unsuccessfully, for various local offices as a Republican.
His political turnabout was such that, in the 1980’s, he demanded that the Berkeley City Council begin its meetings with the Pledge of Allegiance, a practice they had abandoned years before. ”Shut up, Eldridge,” Mayor Gus Newport told the man who had once been the fiercest emblem of 1960’s radicalism. ”Shut up or we’ll have you removed.”
Pisces. Raised in a ghetto of North Philly. Political activist. Strong, brilliant, now an attorney. Trailblazer among power-seeking black men: Elaine Brown. With all due respect to the legacy of the Black Panther Party, she is on our list of People We Would’ve Tried to Fuck during the 1960’s – 1970’s black revolution. Just so happens, that revolution coincided with the sexual revolution and liberation age for women. So we imagine: Free Huey, Free Love. Because radicalism and being just plain gorgeous are hot. So evoked are deep-seated and retroactive bisexual feelings. We would have embraced in black lesbian love, in mutual intellectual admiration and solidarity against black mysogyny. Articulate orators with lips in unspeakable places. Celebrating feminist sexuality.
Today we are aroused by the mere thought of a menage a trois with Elaine Brown and Huey P. Newton. If we could travel back in time, we’d march home after a Black Panther rally and make love to Elaine. Huey might swing by after the Party men’s meeting? Wake us if we’re dreaming.
Elaine, our militant queen, with her black bitch manner and lovely skin. Perfectly coiffed afro – to the sometimes hot-combed swept-up power bun – everything as foreplay. Down with the struggle, struggling to get down and go down.. to the nappy dugout.
Raised voices, raised fists in climax: Power to the People!
For those unaware, Elaine Brown, was the 2nd female leader ever within the Black Panther Party. From 1974 to 1977, foxy Brown was Chairwoman of the Black Panther Party. As a Panther, she also ran twice for a Council member position in The City of Oakland, California. Brown briefly ran for the Green Party presidential nomination in 2008.
Web info references: http://www.blackpast.org/aaw/brown-elaine-1943
Huey P. Newton was a true soldier for American justice, black empowerment and Peoples Liberation. Ph.D. Intellectual. Self-educated. Radical. Aquarian humanitarian. Co-founder of The Black Panther Party 1966. And a very sexy badass mothafucka. ©2016 BlackSuede
“Newton was born in Monroe, Louisiana. He was the youngest of seven children of Armelia Johnson and Walter Newton, a sharecropper and Baptist preacher. His parents named him after former Governor of Louisiana, Huey Long. In 1945, the family migrated to Oakland, California as part of the second wave of the Great Migration of African Americans out of the South to the Midwest and West. The Newton family was quite poor and often relocated throughout the San Francisco, Bay Area during Newton’s childhood, although he said his family was close-knit, and that he never went without food and shelter as a child. Growing up in Oakland, Newton stated that he was “made to feel ashamed of being black.” In his autobiography, Revolutionary Suicide, he wrote,
“During those long years in Oakland public schools, I did not have one teacher who taught me anything relevant to my own life or experience. Not one instructor ever awoke in me a desire to learn more or to question or to explore the worlds of literature, science, and history. All they did was try to rob me of the sense of my own uniqueness and worth, and in the process nearly killed my urge to inquire.”
Newton graduated from Oakland Technical High School, in 1959, without being able to read although he later taught himself; The Republic by Plato was the first book he read. Newton also attended Merritt College, San Francisco Law School, and the University of California at Santa Cruz, where he earned a bachelor’s degree and, later, a Ph.D. As a teenager, he was arrested several times for minor offenses, including gun possession and vandalism at age 14.
After Newton taught himself to read, he started questioning everything. In his autobiography, Revolutionary Suicide, he states: “Most of all, I questioned what was happening in my own family and in the community around me.” This was the start of his involvement in the civil rights movement. Newton once wrote that he began his law studies to become a better criminal, although he said that he had been a “big-time fool” for having such narrow ambitions“
As a student at Merritt College in Oakland, Newton became involved in politics in the Bay Area. He joined the Afro-American Association, became a prominent member of Phi Beta Sigma fraternity, Beta Tau chapter; and played a role in getting the first African-American history course adopted as part of the college’s curriculum. He read the works of Karl Marx, Vladimir Lenin, Frantz Fanon, Malcolm X, Mao Zedong, Durkheim, and Che Guevara. During his time at Merritt College, Newton and Bobby Seale organized the Black Panther Party for Self Defense in October 1966.
Newton received a bachelor’s degree from University of California, Santa Cruz in 1974. He was enrolled as a graduate student in History of Consciousness at UC Santa Cruz in 1978, when he arranged to take a reading course from famed evolutionary biologist Robert Trivers while in prison.
Newton earned a Ph.D. in social philosophy at the University of California at Santa Cruz in 1980. His doctoral dissertation was entitled War Against the Panthers: A Study of Repression in America.”
Web information source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huey_P._Newton#cite_note-46