Mississippi Missing the Riverboat?

Note: This is an unedited first draft, primarily written for Mayor-elect Lumumba and his trustworthy colleagues. I pray that I won’t lose anyone prematurely with my presumptuousness or (often) off-putting writing style.

The suggested Grand Plan of Action below doesn’t preclude aiding the office of Mayor-elect Lumumba as things stand, without any grand supplements in the mix. But, that said, the office is “a teaspoon” in the context of what I know Chokwe Lumumba wants to achieve ultimately. For that he will need more arrows in his quiver.

To travel to Mississippi will be tremendously exciting for me. However, it will require awesome lateral movement on the part of my family, considering current challenges at home. And absorbing the necessary expenses won’t be easy. Still, I’m eager to make the trip. It’s very hard for me to be patient regarding a rendezvous with Mayor-elect Lumumba, for there is a clear need to move expeditiously respecting the in person dialogue I desire, the new goals I just know he’s going to want to embrace.

Mississippi Missing the Riverboat?
Dedicated to my darling daughter Noelle… who I’d like to meet in Mississippi with Michael… to have more in my quiver… so as to send http://www.zcommunications.org/one-of-the-darkest-periods-in-the-histo ry-of-american-prisons-by-andrew-cohen down the river
by The Ox

“To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi.” — William Faulkner https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TkcuNX4vrS8

In spite of http://oxtogrind.org/archive/1281 and http://oxtogrind.org/archive/1280, I’ve been informed that Mayor-elect Lumumba cannot meet with me until after July 1st. Any agreement to meet at all down the road will be welcome, of course, will be an honor. That said, I’m going to push the envelope here, hoping to rope some decision-making person in his quarter into a rendezvous with me, if I can’t break into his schedule prior to July. Anyone with heart, head and soul in a healthy place will do.

Why not consider getting together with me since I’m making the following claims?:

1. I can help his Republic of New Afrika agenda make unprecedented inroads;

2. I can help him to secure Mississippi’s gubernatorial seat;

3. I can raise funds on an historic level for his purposes in Jackson;

4. I can recruit a record number of volunteers for the primary priorities of his new office;

5. I can stir up a sense of community and encourage family participation in youngsters’ education;

6. I can market Jackson as a desirable destination for tourists;

7. I can generate ongoing positive publicity for Jackson;

8. I can help to reduce crime;

9. I can help to secure employment for great numbers of locals;

10. I can contribute to improving the environmental health of Jackson.

When I am granted a meeting, I don’t want it to be one of those “I’ve got an hour for you, Richard” affairs. I am humbly and respectfully requesting leisurely dialogue with ample time for in-depth Q&A. Everyone seems to be in too much of a rush, too preoccupied with their current agenda, focusing on obsolete forms for bringing about change. OR they are too busy to bother at all with even minimally nuturing well-intentioned energy and enthusiasm with a “Thanks, but no thanks” reply.

THE THING IS the second claim above should be sufficiently intriguing to warrant a get together, yes? To at least test the waters with me, yes? To call me on my presumptuous assertion, yes?

For if I were truly able to deliver vis-a-vis Mississippi’s gubernatorial office, ALL OF THE OTHER CHALLENGES WOULD BE A SLAM DUNK. One would be able to count on scoring positively on all those counts.

I discovered something the other day about electoral dynamics in the Magnolia State, which makes it a very different case than California or New York or Michigan, the three other states which I have been trying to tap into for the purposes of movement in solidarity recently. Very different.

And what I learned should be shared post haste. So that we can ride on the wave recently stirred up by Jackson’s Mayor-elect Lumumba.


Everywhere I look on The Left, writers and educators, organizers and others of various stripes are crying out for what I want to put on the table for their kind consideration. BUT no one is getting back, and when on the rare occasions they do there’s piss poor follow-through. That will not do. We are moving backwards, being devoured by our own documentation of ills and scandals, as we cling to obsolete forms of bringing about change as our primary or exclusive means for doing so.

I have a supplement. A necessary supplement to discuss, explore for all the fighting the good fight that’s going on here and there in what I call little corners.

I have a proposal for action which follows a fresh paradigm for Mississippi, distinctly different than what I’ve been offering up for California and elsewhere.

It’s one thing to wax and wane nostalgic about the days of old, including the ways in which political challenges were met, etc. That can be quite pleasureful, quite dreamy when employing familiar means for navigating a rough river. But it’s quite another thing to come up with an effective approach to dealing with our horrid momentum, what’s here and what’s coming ’round the bend.

From Wikipedia: “These vessels are usually less sturdy than ships built for the open seas, with limited navigational and rescue equipment, as they do not have to survive the high winds or large waves characteristic to large lakes, seas or oceans.” [Riverboat]

The good people of Mississippi cannot afford to get too dreamy about the past, or dwell too long on the fact that they’re on board now to some degree. They’ll be missing the boat, if they do. Drowning in a leaky vessel.

For there’s a five-hundred-foot wave coming ’round the bend, and all they’ve got — as things stand — is a teaspoon. [Pause.] No need to settle for the River Boat blues or tiny utensils for deeply outrageous waters. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DFVAoIU8vTM

or https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJjcCntdLVk or… something the reader recommends.