5.30.2013

Can Conrad Tillard Win in His Bid for Bed Stuys 36 CD Seat?

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By Gloria Dulan-Wilson

Hello All:

CONRAD TILLARD IS A CANDIDATE FOR BED STUY'S 36 CITY COUNCIL DISTRICT.  

Some were admittedly stunned by the announcement.  To others it came as no surprise - in fact it came with a sigh relief of something akin to joy:  CONRAD TILLARD has thrown his hat in the ring to become the next city council representative for the 36th Councilmatic District of BedStuy Brooklyn.

 The big question on everybody's mind is Can Conrad Tillard upset the apple cart  and win? According to Rev. Tillard and his supporters, the answer is resounding YES! From his opponents and detractors, however, there is a fearful "Oh no!"

Notice I said “Oh no!” not as in “No” but as in, “Oh no! Why now? Why him? What do we do now? Tillard's entry into the already hotly contended race is definitely a game changer – one that places Bed Stuy squarely on the winning side, should he emerge the victor. He is far and beyond the best candidate for the job, when you consider his vast experience, resources, savvy and ability to interface with people of all origins; and problem solve issues at the highest and the most grass root levels.

Conrad Tillard may have come "late" to the table, but he didn't come without an appetite, and he certainly didn't come without gifts – he brought with him his vast resources, contacts and the capacity to stand toe to toe with those who have been instrumental in trying to keep Bed Stuy below the bar.

Like the old saying, “Better Late than Not At All.” And “late” is a relative term that implies there were some assumptions made that now have to be readjusted in light of the fact that it would take five opponents, pooling their experiences to equal the track record Tillard has garnered over the past two and a half decades.

Tillard has been observing the competition and the terrain for the past year to ascertain whether or not the candidates would be able to address the issues confronting Bed Stuy's 36 CD. “I wanted to be sure that my candidacy would be an asset to the community, not just another face on the poster.  I searched my heart; I spoke with the Almighty, and I was told that if it was to get done, I would have to be the one to do it.  I could not wait for someone else to do the job that has yet to be done to make Bed Stuy whole.  And that's why I'm entering; and that's why I will win."”

With nearly 30 years of experience under his belt, and looking way too young for a man approaching 50, Conrad Tillard means to do Brooklyn some good. Bringing his experience and resources to the table, the race is about to rachet up a notch.

While his opponents are each heavy hitters in their own right – a testament to the caliber of residents in Bed Stuy, they are clearly outmatched in this regard. He's an activist whose experience goes back to his early teens when he worked in the campaign for then Presidential candidate Jesse Jackson. That early foray into the realm of political warfare had him interfacing with the Kennedys, and other major players of the Democratic National Party.

After  Jesse Jackson's defeat, Tillard's interest and commitment to the Black community took him to the Nation of Islam. Having completed his BA in African American Studies at the University of Pennsylvania, in Philadelphia, he volunteered to work with the Hon. Minister Louis Farrakhan, who subsequently appointed him to Muhammad Mosque No. 7 in Harlem, changing his name to Conrad Muhammad. 

As head of Mosque No. 7 he was integrally involved with Brooklyn, the Bronx (he was the first on sight after the shooting of Amadou Diallo), Harlem, Westchester, and the world  -- as the spokes person for one of the most powerful advocacy organizations ever. "I've cut my teeth on the issues that drive our people, that matter to us most." 

He's interfaced with gangs in their strongholds, from the Crips and the Bloods and has persuaded them to interface with each other. While at the same time confronting the police on issues of abuse of power and profiling. According to Tillard: “I have a strong relation with the NYPD, and  also their biggest critic.  I have absolutely no problem in saying what's on my mind, and when they are wrong.  As a pastor, he has also grieved with families whose children were innocent victims gunned down by both those factors.  "There is far too much Black on Black violence; and racial profiling targeted at our community.   This will stop under my watch."

Tillard has an aggressive, affirmative, affective blueprin for Bedford Stuyvesant.  He understands more than most the heavy mantel that is being passed down by Al Vann, who  not only has blazed a path, but left some mighty shoes to fill.  The person who succeeds him cannot be weak willed.  He has a great legacy to follow, while at the same time moving forward to expand and empower Bed Stuys' residents even more.  It will take someone who has already garnered the trust of the stakeholders, who has no hesitancy about taking principled, appropriate stands.  Vann's seat is pivotal for all the other elected officials, who can draw strength from his leadership.

Tillard's  taken principled stands on the following issues: 
Employment: 
   Ending under employment; providing training and entreprenurial opportunities
Education:   
    Protecting and rejuvenating Boys and Girls High School; ensuring equitable distribution of funds 
     and resources; save and transform Medgar Evers College
Health and hospitals 
    Ensuring quality of care, upgrading, not closing hospitals in Central Brooklyn; increasing 
    strict  sanitary condition and better patient care
Affordable housing:   
   Putting teeth in Project Reclaim, repurposing and upgrading vacant properties; financial 
    assistance for low/mod income families; 
Parenting skills:    
     Providing parenting skills trainings to young parents; better day care facilities;  
Recreation facilities:  
     Upgrading and re-establishing facilities and programs for youth, seniors and families through
     out Central Brooklyn; 
Ending the crime corridors; 
Ending racial profiling and police brutality.

"I've been working with the communities of Brooklyn and Bed Stuy since coming to New York in 1989; when I first had my radio show on WBLS.  I am more than familiar with the issues confronting Brooklyn, I have been hands on in combating them, and will continue to do so."

 He states: “The beautiful thing about life is that I've had exposure to life at a lot of different levels – from the poorest of the poor, to the elite. There are not a lot of people, in terms of the human condition, that I cannot sit down and talk to. I have been in crack houses, in prisons, in populations – not in the waiting rooms, when I go I go into the populations. Gang meetings, but I've also sat down with the elite of society. I've sat in classrooms, I've sat in meetings; and so I really understand life in a broad way. All my life I've been involved in issues of importance and concern to African Americans. People ask how I'm going to attract white voters; I don't think white voters are any different than anyone else. They evaluate people's experience and credentials. And they just want to know that a person can serve. My experience allows me to engage people at every level of life.”

With all the foregoing thus far state, we would be totally out of line if we did not mention that under Tillard's direction, during his tenure at Muhammad's Mosque No. 7, he and Rev. Calvin Butts gathered and organized more than 250,000 African American men, providing travel and accommodations for them to participate in the Million Man March in Washington DC, the largest such gathering ever of its kind. That kind of effort required resourcefulness, intraction with various groups, economic and educational backgrounds. “It was during this time that I was introduced to President Clinton by the Hon. Louis Farrakhan as his right hand key person for the organizing of the March. I met congressmen and women, media, police, security – it was perhaps one of the most pivotal events in my life.” (and needless to say, the lives of the two million Black men who attended, as well.)
All this goes to the measure of the man who, by some accounts, may have come late to the party, but certainly did not arrive without a ton of gifts. So, Rev. Conrad Tillard is running for City Council in the Borough of Brooklyn, for Bedford Stuyvesant's 36th Councilmatic District.  With all that he's been through and all that he's accomplished, you might say he's the epitome of the meaning of "Bed Stuy - do! or die




Now that you know, what will you do?


Stay Blessed &
ECLECTICALLY BLACK
Gloria Dulan-Wilson

Just a footnote: for those of you who are cynical or ignorant about the importance of this or any other election taking place anywhere in the world, but especially in Brooklyn:  You can't afford to sit on the margins or sidelines and gripe and withhold your vote and support for whom ever is running.  We are rapidly losing ground because we seem to have more grousers than voters.  They spend the rest of the year complaining, but don't get off their backsides to make a change.  We can't wait for 2014 for regime change in Congress.  We have to be the change we want to see.  Whether you vote for Rev. Tillard or any of the other candidates, and they are, by the way, all good people who care about Black people, you owe it to yourself and the rest of us to vote.  A whole bunch of Black people died so you could do so, so don't be the one to make their sacrifices be in vain.  
By the way, BILL THOMPSON FOR MAYOR - DON'T GET IT TWISTED - HE IS THE ONLY CANDIDATE FOR US.  CAPICHE?                            SB & EB - GDW


 

AND NOW IT'S WINTER - THE GLORIA DULAN-WILSON VERSION

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By Gloria Dulan-Wilson

Hello All:  

My best friend, Annie G. sent this to me this morning (5/29/13).  I read and re-read it several times.  There are many things in there to ponder; but now that 60 is the new 30, I thought I'd take a whack at making this more relevant to us - we who remain and go forward.  Hope you like it. Apologies to Annie G, and to whoever wrote this piece.  My comments are, of course, in RED.
AND THEN IT IS WINTER: 
  Beloved...Do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about  itself. Each day has    enough trouble of its own." Matthew 6:34.
        
You know . . . time has a way of moving quickly and catching you
unaware of the passing years. It seems just yesterday that I was young, just married and embarking on my new life with my mate. Yet in a way, it seems like eons ago, and I wonder where all the years went. I know that I lived them all. I have glimpses of how it was back then and of all my hopes and dreams.

But, here it is ... the winter of my life and it catches me by
surprise...How did I get here so fast? {Too busy having fun, living life, getting in and out of hot water.}
Where did the years go and where did my youth go?{Still got mine in my back pocket} I remember well seeing older people through the years and thinking that those older people were years away from me and that winter was so far off that I could not fathom it or imagine fully what it would be like. {and now we know they were laughing at us; the same way we can laugh at the kids coming behind us who think they're going to be able to be stupid forever too - cause what you call old and youth is just the level before maturity and wisdom - hopefully they'll make it - a few of us didn't}

But, here it is...my friends are retired and getting gray  {A little Posner, Dark & Lovely, Bigen, or Just for Men or other hair care products will clear that up in a flash - just don't go weird blonde, freaky red, electric blue, or jet black - Black people's hair is naturally Brown/Black)...they move slower and I see an older person now  {Which means you're still here - it's great to be seen on the scene, isn't it?}

Some are in better and some worse shape than me...but, I see the great change...Not like the ones that I remember who were young and vibrant...but, like me, their age is beginning to show and we are now those older folks that we used to see and never thought we'd be. {No! Now we are walking towers of wisdom; we are the trail blazers; we are the ones that made it possible for those coming behind us to move forward; the way those who came before us did for us - By the way - thank God for OLD, and for having achieved OLD; I'd far rather have achieved OLD, than died too soon, or gone before her time.  Give me "Old" over Dead any day!}
Each day now, I find that just getting a shower is a real target for the day! {Now that we don't have to be anywhere unless we wanna be and now that we can set our own time, we can take an hour shower to jazz, blues and old school, while the rest go rushing off to an overrated rush hour - been there, done that - designed the tee shirt!}
And taking a nap is not a treat anymore ... it's mandatory! {It's called a POWER NAP.  We never know what new concept is going to come to mind.]Cause if I don't on my own free will  {WE INVENTED POWER NAPS TO GIVE OUR CREATIVE MINDS TIME TO INCUBATE}... I just fall asleep where I sit!  {Use that time to imagine something beautiful that you'd like to be, do, or have - hey, ya never know}.

And so...now I enter this new season of my life unprepared for all the
aches and pains and the loss of strength and ability to go and do
things that I wish I had done but never did! {Of course, we're keeping an eye on Stem Cell and OBAMACARE.  Health Spas, Massage Therapy, Vitamin E, Glucosamine/Chondroitin, aquarobics - antidotes to bad joints.  Meditate on health, don't ruminate on disability.  Don't plan to be out of the game for too long - those plans are still on the drawing board.}
 But, at least I know, that though the winter has come, and I'm not sure how long it will last...this I know, that when it's over on this earth...it's over. {But in the meantime, I'm going to get out there, party, see my friends, do new things; do some of the old things better; write, flirt, travel, and come up with a new way to enjoy this winter  - house parties, theatre, jazz clubs, yacht parties, cook outs; cook ins; legacy planning} A new adventure will begin!  {NOW!!}

Yes, I have regrets. There are things I wish I hadn't done...things I should have done, but indeed, There are many things I'm happy to have done: {MAKE A LIST OF AT LEAST 100 THINGS YOU'VE DONE THAT YOU'RE EITHER PROUD OF OR YOU'RE GLAD YOU DID - GOOD, BAD OR INDIFFERENT - I DARE YOU - STARTING RIGHT NOW:
 #1 ___, #2 ___, #3 ___, ....................................................It's all in YOUR lifetime.

So, if you're not in your winter yet...let me remind you, that it will
be here faster than you think.{And just think, you're here to enjoy it.  There are so many who never made it past Spring, shot Summer to pieces, fell through Fall, completely botched winter.  And we're not only here, but we got several phases of winter to go through.}

So, whatever you would like to accomplish in your life please do it quickly! {AND DO IT WELL - SAVOR IT - IT'S TO BE ENJOYED}Don't put things off too long! Life goes by quickly. {i.e. Deliberate but don't procrastinate} - AND DON'T DO DUMB STUFF UNDER THE ILLUSION OF STAYING "YOUNG" - HE SAID CHILD LIKE, NOT CHILDISH}.  So, do what you can today, as you can never be sure whether this is your winter or not! {REMEMBER:  When life gives you winter, buy a mink coat - apologies to the Peta people - }
You have no promise that you will see all the seasons of your life...so, live for today {And make sure your doctor is on your side, and not in your pocket - so you can be here tomorrow, too}; and say all the things that you want your loved ones to remember {we are the trailblazers; if they won't listen, put it in a book, put it on a cd or dvd, or casette tape - they will get to winter in their own time, and will be trying to remember what you tried to teach them Black in the day - it's called a living legacy}...and hope that they appreciate and love you for all the things that you have done for them in all the years past {THEY HAD BETTER}!

"Life" is a gift to you. The way you live your life is your gift to those who come after. Make it a fantastic one.
LIVE IT WELL! ENJOY TODAY! DO SOMETHING FUN! BE HAPPY! HAVE A GREAT DAY - {AND WHILE YOU'RE AT IT, DO SOMETHING MEANINGFUL}

Remember "It is health that is real wealth and not pieces of gold and
silver."  - Mental, spiritual, social, psychological, financial, emotional, and physical health should be in balance as much as possible.  And keep your SOUL intact  - AS FOR GOLD AND SILVER (MONEY) DON'T KNOCK IT IF YOU HAVEN'T TRIED IT - IT HEALS A MULTITUDE OF ILLS}.
LIVE HAPPY IN 2013 --- AND BEYOND!!!
 LASTLY, CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING 
(HERE'S THE FUN PART, FOLKS!):

TODAY IS THE OLDEST YOU'VE EVER BEEN, YET THE YOUNGEST YOU'LL EVER BE SO - ENJOY THIS DAY WHILE IT LASTS ( AND YOU CAN START AGAIN TOMORROW TO HAVE EVEN MORE FUN).

~Your kids are becoming you {IT'S ABOUT TIME! I WORKED ON THEM HARD ENOUGH}.....but your grandchildren are perfect!

~Going out is good. Coming home is better! (ESPECIALLY AFTER 3 IN THE MORNING)

~You forget names.... But it's OK because other people forgot they even
knew you (NOW THEY'RE OLD!)

~You realize you're never going to be really good at anything ... especially golf. (BUT IT'S FUN TRYING ANYWAY!!!)

~The things you used to care to do, you no longer care to do, but you really do care that you don't care to do them anymore. (I CHANGED THAT LIST LONG A GO - GOT SOME NEW THINGS I'M WORKING ON - WATCH AND BE SURPRISED)

~You sleep better on a lounge chair with the TV blaring than in bed. It's called "pre-sleep." (YOU'RE RIGHT ABOUT THAT ONE!  I LOVE MY LOUNGE CHAIR - JUST THE RIGHT HEIGHT FOR MY COMPUTER TOO! AND IT MOVES AT THE COMMAND OF THE REMOTE CONTROL - WHEN BEDS START DOING THAT, WE CAN TALK!)~You miss the days when everything worked with just an "ON" and "OFF" switch. (YEAH - THAT DOES TAKE SOME TRAINING - BUT BACK TO THE REMOTE - FAST FORWARD, REWIND, FREEZE FRAME, CLOSED CAPTION - ETC.)

~You tend to use more 4 letter words ... "what?"..."when?"... ??? (LOVE)

~Now that you can afford expensive jewelry, it's not safe to wear it anywhere. (WEAR IT ANYWAY - NEVER LET LOW LIFES INTIMIDATE YOU INTO NOT ENJOYING YOU)

~You notice everything they sell in stores is "sleeveless"?!!! (YEAH, GOTTA WORK ON THOSE MICHELLE OBAMA ARMS)

~What used to be freckles are now liver spots. (BACK TO THAT HEALTH SPA! NEED ANOTHER SALT RUB AND MASSAGE)

~Everybody whispers (EXCEPT IN THE JAZZ CLUBS).

~You have 3 sizes of clothes in your closet... 2 of which you will never wear.(AND WON'T GET RID OF EITHER)

~But Old is good in some things: Old Songs, Old movies,
OLD SCHOOL
and best of  all, OLD FRIENDS!

Stay well, "OLD FRIEND!" Send this on to other "Old Friends!" and let them laugh in AGREEMENT! (YOU KNOW ME, FOLKS, I'M THE ICONOCLAST - WE'RE NOT GETTING OLD, WE'RE GETTING READY - AND WE'RE GETTING BETTER, AND BETTER, AND BETTER - WE'VE ALREADY REDEFINED OLD, ANY WAY.

It's Not What You Gather, But What You Scatter That Tells What Kind Of Life You Have Lived.
SO LET'S DO THIS - WE'RE 2 GOOD
                                           
  2 BE
                                            4-GOTTEN    
LIFE:
YESTERDAY IS HISTORY
TOMORROW IS A MYSTERY
TODAY IS A GIFT
THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT THE PRESENT
MAKE NEW FRIENDS, AND KEEP THE OLD
ONE IS SILVER AND THE OTHER IS GOLD:  I learned this from my teachers at Moon Jr. High School in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma - from the 7th grade on - and I've taught my children the same.  Thanks to all my mentors, friends, loved ones - even the not so loveable ones - for a life time of memorable blessings and experiences. 
YOU'LL NEVER GET OUT OF THIS LIFE ALIVE, SO YOU MIGHT AS WELL ENJOY EVERY BIT OF IT:  LIVE A LIFE PEACE, POISE, PROSPERITY, HEALTH, HAPPINESS, CREATIVITY, SUCCESS, AND LOVE    - OR THE NEXT BEST THING - GDW

STAY BLESSED &
ECLECTICALLY BLACK
Gloria Dulan-Wilson                          
                                            







5.25.2013

SPECIAL EVENT ALERT: Homegoing Services for El Hajj Malcolm Latif El Shabazz, Grandson of Human Rights Activists, Malcolm X and Dr. Betty Shabazz Thursday, May 30th

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By Gloria Dulan-Wilson

Brothers and sisters:

I just received this media advisory from Terrie Williams, spokesperson for the Shabazz family, outlining the date and details for the homegoing service for young brother Malcolm Shabazz, grandson of Our Black Shining Prince Malcolm X (El Hajj Malik El Shabazz) and his beloved wife (and my soror/friend) Betty Shabazz.  I am sharing it with you so that you may in turn gather with the family in their time of grief and offer condolences and comfort to them at the tragic loss of this young brother, who was working so diligently and valiantly to move forward and continue his grandfather's work.

The information is as follows:

MEMORIAL SERVICE CELEBRATING THE LIFE OF
MALCOLM LATIF SHABAZZ
(October 8, 1984 – May 9, 2013)
  
 

El Hajj Malcolm Latif El Shabazz,
Grandson of Human Rights Activists,
Malcolm X and Dr. Betty Shabazz


WHAT:      Memorial Service and Celebration of Life for Malcolm Latif Shabazz, 28, has been confirmed.  The service is open to the public and media.
 
WHEN:     THURSDAY, MAY 30, 2013
                  10 AM -12 NOON
 
WHERE:   First Corinthian Baptist Church
                   1912 Adam Clayton Powell Blvd (between W. 115th and 116th Streets),    Manhattan                             
                   Rev. Michael A. Walrond, Jr., Senior Pastor                   
                
                   *For comment, please contact family spokesperson, Terrie M. Williams at tmwms@terriewilliams.com or 917-902-7668 (c).

 
Malcolm Latif Shabazz entered into this earthly realm on October 8, 1984 in Paris, France, and departed from it on May 9, 2013 in Mexico City, Mexico. He is the father of Ilyasah Saudi Shabazz; the son of Qubilah Bahiya-Shabazz and L.A. Bouasba; and the eldest grandson of El Hajj Malik El Shabazz (Malcolm X) and Dr. Betty Dean Sanders Shabazz.  Malcolm embraced his legacy and with reverence for his grandfather, identified himself as the grandson, namesake and first male heir of the greatest revolutionary of the 20th century.  Malcolm, who was destined to live a revolutionary life in the 21st century, followed in the footsteps of his great-grandfather and grandfather to become a human rights activist committed to the struggle for self-determination for all oppressed people.  

On the journey to fulfill his destiny, Malcolm completed his Hajj and visited the tomb of Hazrat Zainab, the granddaughter of the prophet Muhammad (AS).  He returned to teach Islam and the love of the Ahlul Bayt Prophet’s Household (AS).  Malcolm would also speak out against injustice wherever he encountered it in the world as he courageously pursued his grandfather’s mission of peace and freedom for all.

Malcolm was a passionate advocate for ending violence in communities of the Diaspora and a staunch opponent of the U.S. prison industrial complex.  He routinely visited world-renown activists incarcerated since the 1960’s and commanded the respect of world luminaries such as United States activist and human rights strategist, Yuri Kochiyama; the late Islamic scholar, Shaykh Amri, of Medina; and the Ulama Scholars at the Hawza Ilmiya Zainabiyah Islamic Seminary in Damascus, Syria. 

Malcolm became a student and a teacher amongst his peers as well as a son within his community of elders. He lived and worked among people wherever called upon around the globe.  He was fluent in English, French, Spanish and Arabic. Malcolm’s international travel destinations included Saudi Arabia, Qatar, France, Holland, Canada, Syria and the UAE.  He also crisscrossed the United States in response to endless requests for his appearance as guest lecturer on college and university campuses, as well as at junior and senior high schools and neighborhood community centers. 

Malcolm also committed himself to aid in the building of several Masjids and educational centers throughout the United States. He consistently emphasized the need for qualitative changes in the overall American education system. His vision was to ensure adequate educational opportunities for all, regardless of race, ethnicity or socioeconomic status.  Malcolm was collaborating with educators at the University of California Berkley toward that end. 

Wherever there was a need, Malcolm endeavored to meet it. He was traveling in Mexico on May 9, 2013, in response to a call to aid the plight of African-Mexican construction workers.  To honor him, his life, his service and his sacrifice—and to honor all of the men of his family heritage who set the standard for him—we must continue the quest for peace, equality and freedom for all. Together in the struggle, we can ensure the victory.



Malcolm was predeceased by his grandparents, Hajj Malik Shabazz (Malcolm X) and Dr. Betty Shabazz. He is survived by his daughter, Ilyasah Saudi Shabazz; mother, Qubilah-Bahiyah Shabazz; aunts: Attallah, Ilyasah, Gamilah, Malikah & Malaak; cousins Malik Shabazz-Pizarro and children and Julie Pleasant and children; great uncles (maternal) Shelmon Sandlin Jr. (wife Patricia), Rev Stanley Sandlin (wife Janette); great aunt (paternal) Hilda Little; cousins  Shelmon Sandlin, III, Parris Sandlin (wife Darlene), Patrick Sandlin, Candace Sandlin, Tiffany Sandlin, Stanley Sandlin, Jr.; and paternal cousins, Steven Jones (Quran, Kahaile, Bobbi, Steven Jr., Shalisha Franklin, Klorissa, Kari Johnson, Deborah Jones (Elphonse “Drummer” Brown, LeAsah Brown, Shahara Brown, Shawn Durr (Malcolm Durr and Dontae Durr).

Young Malcolm has joined the pantheon of the African Holy Ghosts, and will continue his great work alongside his Grandfather and Grandmother, and all those who have likewise dedicated and sacrificed their lives so that we could continue to move forward.  Please do not let his sacrifice be in vain or go unrewarded.

Stay Blessed &
ECLECTICALLY BLACK
Gloria Dulan-Wilson

  

    

5.24.2013

BABA JITU WEUSI HAS JOINED THE ANCESTORS

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By Gloria Dulan-Wilson


Brother Jitu Weusi
I have to admit that I’ve been procrastinating on this article.  I’ve lived now with the announcement that my dear friend Jitu Weusi has joined the ancestors.  I first received it from brother K. Mensah Wali, around midnight of the 22 of May.

Jitu was a life long friend.  I’ve known him since the days of the East and the school that he tried to develop to help young Black boys and girls receive a better education than the one they’ve been subjected to under the New York City Public School System.

Jitu was always a revolutionary.  Tall, lanky, imposing, yet genteel, articulate, positive and powerful.  I took an instant liking to him.  But at the time, I was more concerned about making sure my daughter, who was 4 at the time, had a culturally and academically rich education. 

Though I was living in Harlem at the time, I would schlepp her over to Brooklyn so she would be able to attend the shule and be around positive examples of Black men and women, and have peers who were also there to learn and become positive contributors to the world.

But it was not to be, and the school unfortunately fell into disarray because some of the individuals were not necessarily suited to be educators.  It turned out that the only real educator in the house was Jitu himself, and I eventually transferred my daughter to The Modern School, a Black private school in Harlem.

And that, it would seem, was the end of my interaction with the brother I knew as Baba Weusi (Jitu means big and Weusi means Black in Swahili, folks). 

Little did I know that it was only the beginning of a long and wonderful friendship that would  last for over 40 years.  It seemed that there was always a karmic link between myself and Jitu.  We couldn’t help running into each other because, as activists, we operated in concentric circles.

But one of the biggest indicators that we would be life long friends was because my husband, Lou Wilson (of Mandrill) kept talking about his best friend, “Yams” who was a Black activist like I was.  They had grown up together in Brooklyn, and had been involved in jazz and sports.  He had actually boarded at Jitu’s mom’s home while attending college, and they used to pull pranks (stealing pies, etc) when they were kids.  Lou was so enthused about “Yams” and brought him to dinner at our apartment one evening, as a surprise.  And it turned out that “Yams” was none other than Baba Jitu Weusi!  The joke and shock was on us all, because neither of realized we all had each other in common. 
His birthday, October 25, was the same date as Lou’s, as well/
 
That was just one of many ways in which we connected.  Jitu would later on be instrumental in helping select a name for our son, Rais (emperor or ruler, in Swahili) Enaharo (like the Sun in Yoruba).  

Now all this is so very personal - but I considered Jitu my big brother - so his transition is personal to me.  There are so many accolades that accrue to this brother.  His contributions over his life time are legendary indeed.  But for me, when ever I called him, for whatever reason, he always gave me a listening ear, even if there was nothing else he could offer to assist me.

His love of jazz is likewise legendary, and was the genesis of the Central Brooklyn Jazz Consortium, which recently celebrate 30 years of excellence.


He never did anything by half measures.  If he was your friend, he was your friend, no matter what.  If there was an injustice, or a discrepancy that was detrimental to Black people, he was going to take it on.  Not one to tilt at windmills, but one who had a well thought out plan of attack.  Even if things didn’t turn out the way he envisioned, he would stick it out. 

By the same token,  he also didn’t suffer fools lightly, either; if he found himself surrounded by miscreants, he would shake them loose without ever looking back.


Brother Jitu Weusi Educator, Activist, Friend





Ironically, Jitu was the first person I called when my husband suddenly died of cardiac arrest on January 7th.  Not realizing that he was himself in the hospital suffering from cancer, I called blubbering through the phone, totally out of control.  He talked with me for the better part of an hour, and spoke of all the great things to remember about Lou.  He even asked me to keep him up to date on the services and anything else he could do to help.  When I later found out that he was in the hospital, I called him back to admonish him for not letting me know.  His response was:  “I’m not dead yet.  And I’m not planning to go any time soon.  I’ll be around for a minute.  And Lou was like my brother.  So no problem.  Just take care of you and keep me posted.”

Two weeks ago I received a message from Jitu on Facebook requesting my presence at Jazz 966 in Brooklyn.  I responded, I would be happy to attend as long as he could guarantee I would get at least one dance with him, with Angela’s permission.  That was our last communication.

As I said, his accomplishments were legendary.  And I am proud to have served on several committees with him over the years, including the Medgar Evers Coalition, which was formed to protect Medgar Evers College from being dismantled.  I’ve had the honor of writing about him over the years as well.  He is indeed one of my personal heroes. 


The other thing I admired about him was his love and devotion to his wife, Angela.  I remember one evening while I was hanging out in Harlem,  the were sitting quietly in the corner of Londels, celebrating their 25 wedding anniversary.  He quietly explained that he had to go outside of Brooklyn to do so, because too many people recognized him there.  They weren't just a great power couple, they were a loving couple, as well.





I feel privileged to have known and been a friend to this wonderful, gentle giant, who moved among us and with us, and loved us so much that he devoted his entire life to the Black community.

He is now one our “African Holy Ghosts” (I‘m borrowing that from Len Jeffries), watching over us, guiding us, and leaving us with some humongous footsteps to follow.  Brooklyn and the world is blessed to have had him.  Let’s not let what he’s given us die out or go unheralded.  He left us a legacy of leadership and activism; we have to pick up the baton and go forward.


According to the announcements, there will be a  “Sitting in Memory of Jitu on Saturday, May 25 from 2:00 till 8 PM at FOR MY SWEET event space on 1103 Fulton Street near Classon Avenue in the Bedford Stuyvesant section of Brooklyn
 
My condolences to Angela and the family.

Stay Blessed &
ECLECTICALLY BLACK
Gloria Dulan-Wilson



PS:  I can see him and Lou up there, or wherever they are, kicking it over some jazz artist, playing basket ball, and pranking Gil Scott Heron.  




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