Professor at University of California, Los Angeles, 1969–70
At that time she was known as a radical feminist and activist, a member
of the Communist Party USA, and an affiliate of the Los Angeles Chapter
of the Black Panther Party. As a communist, she was of necessity, an atheist; as a Panther, she was not adverse to violence as a tool for change and the overthrow of this once great nation. I assume all of the above remains a part of her real-time statis.
I posted the following article, published in The Guardian and written by someone named Lanre Bakare, not because I agree with the hardcore nature of the Davis rebellion, but (1) to illustrate the advanced and well-stated intellectualism of the far Left, (2) to demonstrate how the passing of time can actually make martyrs of us all, and, (3) to document the undeniable fact that violence against a people (i.e. blacks in the South at the hands of a rabid Southern Democrat majority) can open the doors to radical domestic change in direct proportion to the requisite misery imposed . Nothing good in a righteous sense comes from such a reality except as it eventually leads us back to established values, and a cause first established by the Christ of God. Sadly, if you don't believe in God or the notion of unmerited forgiveness, you will miss my point. Societal Radicalism is not born of Radical Forgiveness. Because neither form of radicalism is inclusive of the other, their mutual existence is evidence of a stark dichotomy that allows violence as an avenue to "domestic" change on the one hand, versus, kindness/forebearance as an equally powerful choice on the other hand. Again, a choice is found in this radical dichotomy, a choice that is mutually exclusive of the other. The choice for social justice is ours to make: godless Marxism and its enslavement of the "opposition" on the one hand or the efficacy of a forgiving Christ and the provisional inclusion of all, on the other. ~ editor.
Angela
Davis speaks onstage during the Women's March on Washington on Jan. 21,
2017 in Washington, DC. Photo by Theo Wargo / Getty Images.
It is 1972, and Angela Davis is answering a question about whether she approves of the use of violence by the Black Panthers.
She is sitting against a backdrop of powder-blue breeze blocks, the
walls of a California state prison cell. Dressed in a red turtleneck,
with her signature afro
and a lit cigarette, she stares at the Swedish interviewer – almost
straight through him – as she delivers her reply: “You ask me whether I
approve of violence? That just doesn’t make any sense at all. Whether I
approve of guns? I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. Some very, very good
friends of mine were killed by bombs – bombs that were planted by racists. I remember, from the time I was very small, the sound of bombs
exploding across the street. . . .
