Friday, January 13, 2012

DEBBIE SIMS AFRICA IS A POLITICAL PRISONER

THESE PEOPLE SCARED THE PHILADELPHIA  POLICE,
SO THE POLICE BURNED DOWN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Political Prisoner Friday it is and today we look at the case of Debbie Sims Africa and we ask you to remember her and support her.  Of course, we cannot discuss Debbie without talking about MOVE.  Many leftists and activists have only a very limited understanding of the group (I include myself in this group).  Patrick Murphy, a MOVE supporter writes:
The MOVE 9 has been incarcerated for 32 years. 32 years ago they were punished for a taking a stand against this system. They stood against brutality, rape, racism, drugs and they stood against the destruction and exploitation of family. They stood for ALL LIFE. The struggle of living truth against power continues.
The blog John Africa's Move says of MOVE:
We don't believe in this reform world system - the government, the military, industry and big business. They have historically abused, raped and bartered life for the sake of money. These rulers and policy makers don't care who they kill, enslave, cripple, poison or disease in their quest for money. They have made material wealth a priority over life. Marvels of science and technological so-called advancements all stem from the system's greed for money and disrespect for life. But a person who is suffocating or drowning doesn't call out for diamonds, gold, or wads of money. The person will do all in their power for a breath of air, because air is a necessity and money is worthless. Over the last century, industry has raped the earth of countless tons of minerals, bled billions or gallons of oil from the ground, and enslaved millions of people to manufacture cars, trucks, planes and trains that further pollute the air with their use. And because of the billions of dollars in profits to be made, the system will favor artificial transportation over the legs and feet Mama gave us to walk and run with. Big business and industry are responsible for the mass production and mass marketing of cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs, which are used to extract further profits from people while keeping them sick and addicted. Politicians are put in place to legalize, endorse, and protect industry and big business, therefore we don't believe in politics at all. 
 All committed MOVE members take the last name "Africa" out of reverence for our Founder JOHN AFRICA, and to show that we are a family, a unified body moving in one direction. We have Black, White, Puerto Rican members from upper and lower class backgrounds, both college and street (mis)educated. While we do not heed the system's legal institution of marriage, we do adhere to the natural law that requires one male and one female to mate and produce new life. We are monogamous. JOHN AFRICA taught us that childbearing is a natural, instinctive function of a mother and requires no drugs or hospital stays. 
  Our organization was founded by JOHN AFRICA, however, he is not our leader. JOHN AFRICA has equipped each of us with the wisdom, strength, and understanding to lead ourselves. Using the strategy of JOHN AFRICA, we know we can't fail. Everything that happens to us happens a certain way, because it's supposed to. MOVE is a religious grouping that follows the teaching of John Africa and believes:
 Each individual life is dependent on every other life, and all life has a purpose, so all living beings, things that move, are equally important, whether they are human beings, dogs, birds, fish, trees, ants, weeds, rivers, wind or rain. To stay healthy and strong, life must have clean air , clear water and pure food. If derived of these things, life will cycle to the next level, or as the system says, "die." 


Debbie Africa is a member of MOVE and whether or not you buy into the teachings of MOVE she deserves to be free...like you...like me.


The following is from the Denver Anarchist Black Cross. 


Debbie Sims Africa

Debbie Africa

Debbie Sims Africa

Debbie Sims Africa
#OO-6307
451 Fullerton Ave
Cambridge Springs, PA
16403-1238
Debbie Sims Africa  is a member of the black liberation group MOVE, mother of two and political prisoner who has served over 25 years in prison after the house she was living in was attacked by Philadelphia police. During the raid an officer was killed in friendly fire and all nine MOVE members in the house were falsely charged with his murder.  Debbie has been up for parole since 2008, but each year she has been denied.  Find out more about the MOVE 9 and the fight for Debbie and her fellow MOVE family’s freedom atwww.onamove.com and move9parole.blogspot.com

Personal Background

Debbie was born August 4th, 1956.  As a young adult she joined the MOVE organization.  The group was driven by founder John Africa’s teachings strong beliefs which emphasized animal rights and sustainable living.  They swore off drugs, some overcoming past addictions, and lived a life of hard physical work and self-discipline. MOVE members watched neighbors’ pets, helped the elderly with shoveling their sidewalks and with home repairs, worked with recently released imprisoned people to overcome addictions and meet parole requirements and other community activities.  They also staged protests against the police, zoos and were active at public speaking events.
They bought a Victorian house which served as the groups headquarters and home.  Debbie fell in love with fellow MOVE member Mike Africa.  They soon married and had a daughter together.  As Debbie was starting her family and continuing her work with MOVE the police had begun escalating their harassment and repression of MOVE members.  People were routinely arrested and beaten.  The city began to pressure MOVE to leave their house, which they refused to do.

Legal Case

1978 Stand-Off

Philadelphia police lay seige on MOVE headquarters.
Tensions reached a boiling point on August 8th, 1978.  Months prior the police had turned off the water to the house and set up a blockade preventing any food or aid to be sent in to the family.  After the MOVE family still refused to leave their home the city finally raided the house.  Police began firing on the house and in the flurry of bullets an officer went down.
Debbie, there in the house with her 23 month old and 8 1/2 weeks pregnant with her second child, recounted that day in writing.  They were all huddled in the basement for protection and then,
“Before we knew it water was comin through the hole where the window used to be, the wave of water sprayed thru the fire hose took u the entire width of the window and the length of the window hole, throwing 2×4 oak beams across the room slamming our big dogs up against the wall, and literally tearing the house apart from the inside, then a second wave of water came through another would be window and we were caught in a cross fire of water.
All I could do was scream I was scared. Dogs and beams were flying everywhere and I cried when I saw our dogs being hurt and killed. I held tight to my baby and stayed low while the men hovered around us to protect us.
When the cops started shooting I closed my eyes and just held tight to my stomach and protectively shielded them the best that I could from flying debris and planks. It was the most frightening situation I’ve ever been in.
At one point I couldn’t even see the baby’s face because of the smoke bombs and tear gas thrown in the basement by the cos that was also choking me, all the while the water level was rising (we found out later during our trial from one of the lawyers appointed to represent us, that when a mixture of smoke an water are thrown together it acts as a deadly weapon and could have suffocated all of us).
I personally thought we were gonna die. It was only a miracle that we didn’t die, with the way those cops were shootin at us (some shootin point blank in our faces close range), the way the firemen had water getting into the basement windows and the way they gassed us.”

Consuewella and Janet Africa carry children out of the flooded basement.
All five men were brutally beaten.  Delbert’s beating was caught, unbeknownst to police, on camera.  Police threw tear gas into the basement and MOVE adults began bringing the children out.  Debbie’s baby was snatched from her arms by Philadelphia cops in front of the house and Debbie was arrested, along with eight others for the murder of a police officer during the stand-off.
Evidence Destroyed
The police immediately razed the entire property, destroying any potential evidence that would help prove that none of the MOVE 9 could have possibly killed the officer (especially all nine of them!).  No efforts were made to preserve the crime scene, inscribe chalk marks or measure ballistic angles.
The Murder Trial
All nine co-defendants elected to represent themselves, bringing their politics, wit and tireless cross-examinations into the courtroom process.  The judges frequently grew impatient with MOVE members and would throw them out of the courtroom.
Move 9 Removed From Their Own Trial
In the middle of the trial, police raided a Richmond MOVE home where two MOVE women and many children of the MOVE 9 were living while their parents were on trial. MOVE demanded the trial be recessed until they could establish the location and welfare of their children, but the judge refused.  Some of the parents within MOVE 9 were removed after they repeatedly objected to the continuation of the trial.  Eventually, all nine were removed from the courtroom.  The trial then proceeded with public-appointed back up lawyers.  All nine defendants were barred from participating in the last 47 days of their own trial.
The judge went on to declare all nine of the MOVE members guilty of third degree murder, conspiracy, and multiple counts of attempted murder and aggravated assault.  They were all sentenced to between 30 and 100 years.

Life in Prison


Debbie visiting her son and granddaughter.
Debbie Gives Birth to Mike Jr.
On September 15, 1978 Debbie had her son, Mike Jr., in her prison cell naturally without the aid of doctors, nurses, or prison staff.  For several hours afterwards, Debbie held her son, anguished over the inevitable time she would have to give him up.  She eventually told the prison staff of the delivery and that she lost her second child.
Both her son and daughter are now parents themselves.

Debbie with her son Michael, Jr.
She continues to struggle for a better world inside her cell.  She, along with her MOVE sisters have prevented prisoners from committing suicide, resolved racial disputes, and helped keep prisoners out of trouble so that they can get out on good behavior to reunite with their families again.

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8 comments:

cecelia said...

society turns a blind eye to the move 9 situation. Set them free, they already paid a far greater price then they should ever had to pay. why further incarcerate them??? All you people who want to keep move locked up...... it would be a different story if it were your family members... show mercy and mercy will be given to you but when you show no mercy no mercy will be shown to YOU!!!

michael33 said...

The White Letter from The White House Smells not like a White Rose & it Stinks to High Heaven
by michael hall




First obama murdered children inside of foreign nations
so the people shopped at walmart to show their displeasure
then obama assassinated children in countries we were not war with
so flags & troops were honored at every sports game in the land in gratitude

Some lawyers screamed foul as did the few with conscience like Chomsky, Hedges & Blum
but their voices were drowned out by the silence of the bored & apathetic, the meekly submissive
still the good loyal citizens did scream for more guns as their constitutional right
& american idol worship tonight is supposed to be a killer so guess which takes priority?

Then obama & the exalted mighty military murdered an unarmed american across the pond
so what did the people then do you ask?
they swallowed a blue pill sunk their head deeper into the rabbit hole and breathed patriotically
hush hush now little children its all a transparent secret nothing to see here just move along

While a depressed american teenager with his cousin out looking for his murdered father
stopped along a dirt road in the middle of a vast desert praying for his dad at dusk
in the middle of a cookout sitting around the fire alone these two american kids
without warning silence was broken by terrorism & they were subsequently droned to smithereens by the us military

Ah but some fires did light up more intensely this time
so obama & his bunch of hooligans had to reluctantly crawl out of their dark dungeon
they argued with legal thickets of sharpened stakes, moats, pickets, shielded by secrets & lies atop turrets no one could reach
through a tapestry of intricate semantics innuendos & bizarre definitions they claimed they were upholding the constitution oxymoronically tagging this odium as wise and ethical

Claiming that the research was so sensitive & so secret that it could not be revealed
our divine heroes would then be exposed to violence & that would be quite unamerican
if that happened whistleblowers then would be scapegoated & we know what happens to them
do you really think that renditions & retaliatory vengeance are just deeds of the recent past?

Cattle mooed meekly as they contentedly chewed the crass cud of american idol worship
embedded sheep bleated reverently to the wolves in wool via indoctrination by years of cognitive brainwashing and dissonance bleaching
the superbowl was a commercial success & beyonce lip-synced flawlessly again
& the flags, ah, the flags flew so high & piously, almost above it all, but did i see, a bloodstain, a tear or was it smoke?

michael33 said...

Frogs on Boil with a Case of the Gas Chamber Syndrome...
by michael hall


Da red white and blue flying high and majestic
the clean-cut troops so young and strong fighting for their country
what a meiotic service for gold they march and perform...but for whom?
if our enemy is ferocious why do we kill their women and children over there and they never come here?

Tell me america, what afghan has ever bombed your town?
what afghan terrorist has ever broke down the door to your home terrorizing you and your family?
what afghan soldier has ever killed your sister brother son or mother by bullet bomb or drone in your own neighborhood?
why do you do to them what you came here and did so long ago so consistently?

Everyone over here supports the troops...so they would need you to believe
everyone within worships the military like it was a sinless unquestionable demi-god
everyone is expected to obediently blindly support without question
everyone in the usa needs to find out what is done in their name

Where is the Iraqi child walking the streets in his home who ever did you harm?
what Iraqi woman wondering what dreams will manifest in her life ever fired a tank shell at your town then giggled on video?
which Iraqi man has ever come over here to militarily occupy your nation since you posses what he craves?
why did you terrorize and occupy for so many years at the price of your soul?

For just like good german villagers in Bavaria back in 43
living oblivious to the horror in the smoke coming from the ovens just over the next hill
a white rose roared to wake up the sleep pretenders but were guillotined for daring to alight conscience
70 years later a whistleblower here in the land of the free who did the same thing might suffer the same fate

Do you have any idea concerning the sickening suffering that your support inflicts?
do you know the numbers or the names of the dead, of the wounded, of the orphans...do you even care?
i wish i could see all the names of everyone who has suffered from usa military
float down from the sky on a piece of paper on every school, on every church, every town and government office in the good ol' united states of mordor

Ah but of course you've absolved yourself of responsibility & accountability so such an act would faze few
for you've anointed yourself a good christian, an exceptional, an indispensable city on the hill
you have an untouchable conduct code, a civic compass & always the impeccable moral high ground
collateral residue your taxes pay for as a condolence payment & its blood money but does it really pay?

The anguish you inflict is beyond any justification at any level for any reason
the agony of xenophobic abuse you support with fireworks &hot dogs is a shackle & chain you must bear
the cost of your sins will reverberate through time and your nation will be synonymous with evil
the suffering you ignore is the price your kids will pay



You're manipulated by manufactured fear
you're dissonant frogs slowly being boiled in your own excretion
you're a battery, bled milked cheated and above all, lied to
you're a empire of pompous consuming locust who are afflicted by the Gas Chamber Syndrome...

michael33 said...

Medal for a Crime
by michael hall



Your spun a lie as a patriotic shield so that you'll kill more easily without guilt or remorse
and it doesn't matter if your team is russian,german or american
serve to eradicate any at the order of others who own you...for a flag, for a buck, for 'legal' robbery
consequently for if you do your killing well your ceremonially given a medal for committing a crime

So then they ship you to a land you've never heard of
to terrorize families who've never done harm to you or yours
but they tell you must 'fight for your country or your country will die'
they tell you God is on your side...

But what God sends his own children to slaughter his own children
when we are commanded not to kill?
what God sanctions torture to be cruel
when, we are demanded of to follow the golden rule?

Where is the God who would strafe a village
when collaterally or otherwise children are killed by your own violence
what God i dare you to stain who would profane his name by such nefarious action?
What religion tells any of us to kill for greed and selfishness?

You join a gang of killers who are dogmatically worshiped beyond reproach
your brainwashed into longing to murder with mob-lust by whoever gives you a command
your absolved of conscience and guilt by whatever you do in your countries name, what gall
then when your tour is over having cashed in for your services, you might even get a shiny medal

But they never told you about when you go home
horror folded with military precision within your duffel bag
they bequeathed you a soldiers heart that never misses a beat
the moral injury that eats at your soul every night and day
at the VA they tell you be a good soldier and just go away


You stare at the medal they pompously gave you for hours and hours days upon days
yet once again, you take it to the bathroom traumatized & obsessed, you scrub to wipe away
to wash the innocent blood off your radiant medal but it never washes away...
and your red hands are just one pair of many many misplaced

michael33 said...



Dulce Et Decorum Est III & A Taste of Armageddon
(or the empire has no clothes but a disposition matrix)

by michael hall

In due homage to Horace, Owen and Mikhail i humbly nod
for how sweet & glorious it must be to kill or die for God & country by pompous duty with dishonor
so c'mon kiddies, any up for good jingo sport?
who’s hungry & poor, who wants to play the hubris 'anything for profit' killing game?

As effusively embedded newspapers rah rah their pied pier patriotism with journalistic integrity & objectivity ha ha!
as a new battle lies just around the corner & armed forces day just weeks away hooray!
rally loyal citizens to whitewash warm innocuous blood off disgraced musket & sullied polluted flag
strike up the marching parade manifested by destiny down main street usa hey hey!

Awaken & open thine eyes chauvinistic folk, come & see your overseas deeds of nefarious brutality
given that your liable for this appalling tax-paid violence you've exported to hamlets & villages on human beings
assaulting families who've never did you any harm in lands you've never heard of, nor care less for
so step on up, one & all, for everyone here is accountable & responsible for this odious debacle

Take a trip to the overflowing morgues filled with small smashed bodies, once were toddlers full of laughter & life
deeply inhale the rancid stench of scorched flesh crispy burnt to a black bubbly mass by phosphorus
gaze into doll dead eyes frozen forever by shock & awe renditioned via your God blessed terror raining down
from atop a cold gurney a stiff finger of a tiny hand amidst a pile of mangled flesh is pointing at you war supporters

Watch as grief-stricken fathers zombie-wander in shattered silence
sifting through ragged debris & devastating destruction searching for lost sons & missing daughters
discovering ripped wet mangled body parts strewn out as pieces of a human jig-saw puzzle
taking home the ear, the hand, the foot to be quietly buried while 6000 miles away 'heroes' giggle & dub this 'bugsplat'

Harken to the heart-piercing shrieks as soul-torn asunder mothers wail like howling wild animals
as they find their loves buried, broken & bloody in the rubble of your glorious works
then if you can, please explain to the unresponsive moaning neonatal orphan
why your armed forces just murdered his parents...by accident, then wave a condolence payment in his face

Celebrate as your special op-forces silently & quickly dig our bullets from civilian bodies
to cover their tracks from being at the wrong address...again
declare as a holiday murdered women at a bridal shower or when 4 kids are droned to smithereens while tending sheep
rejoice in exported evil exploits as great american victories for which your war crimes always are

Trust flim-flam, the PR propaganda spin from your MSM complicit mouthpiece
praise your taxes which finances anglo-terrorism through illegal & immoral aggressive violence
raise your false flag ever higher to cover the rising pile where the butchered lie
however dear good christian citizens, do not trust that any civic rag could ever soar over the sick slaying of the innocent

Consider Fallujha surrounded & caged, then the cowering cringing unarmed civilian inhabitants
shot, burned & barbequed like slaughtered sitting ducks in a ‘free-fire zone’ shooting gallery
ponder upon your sanctimonious attack at a school in Bajour where 69 children are massacred by joystick
this is Sand Creek, Wounded Knee, My Lai, Haditha, & other mass-media contorted & distorted great triumphs
which to no doubt in my mind, the next war crime called a ‘battle’ will be anointed too, of course, ta! ta!

michael33 said...

white roses flutter from above...

Just another day in der loyal homeland
when the unfaultable troopers are, without a figment of dissent, honored as untouchable gods
in every school at all the churches awash in perpetual patriotic self-praise at the pied piper parades

at each & every sporting event every time over & over, piled upon more &more until you snap to nationalistic attention automatically
& its always the same self-deluding gratuitous perpetual grandstanding xenophobic bs

Stars will be spangled & the band will be playing as tears gush from pious eyes
eloquent speeches full of bravado & glory for amoral hired guns who execute the bidding of the opulent oligarchy
tears streaming with prideful gratefulness amplified by thunderous clapping

just as the stiff warriors arrive mechanically clutching their soldiers hearts
stoic & resolute as toy soldiers always are
red-eyes raised high to the flag whilst under crackling boots broken little bodies called bugsplat crunch

the little school children set up in the front row like cannon fodder bowling pins lined up for the next frame
as one synchronized complicit machine good obedient citizens stand to pledge
and it looks so mechanically precise very snake-oiled shined indeed

waving majestically untouched above the rule of law the red & white and blue so pure & true
the monotone response with never a dissent or discord as they speak as one
they pledge incessantly blind obedience to a most cruel deception

just as the patriotic explosion reached its climatic crescendo
something happens that no one could foresee nor anticipate
a horn sounded from high above, then white pieces of paper start fluttering from the blue sky

they shimmered as they twinkled & spun like stars on a dark night
gently, quietly spun and descended
each & everyone a name of a victim of a child that these heroes killed

Hundreds came down
thousands upon thousands
a rolling blizzard of papyrus and silk as it slowly piled to the ankles to rise higher and higher

every forgotten name from every decimated nation, every Mexican who was murdered defending his land every freedom fighting flillipino,every Viet, every afghan, Iraqi, Yemenis, Paki kid slaughtered for freedom
so many kids from so many lands & they kept falling as they kept expanding from the floor

every non soldier from every land where the American military has slaughtered for profit, plunder & policy for national interests every child, every orphan, every crippled son & daughter
names in blood as red as red could be

upon each & everyone a photograph of each and every kid
every child, mother, sister brother father cousin uncle & aunt of those who suffered from the military
silence hushed the crowds as the horn note played on an on was never faltering, never wavering

Then as the last piece fell, as a great silence screamed from the past into the present
you could just discern the gentle sobbing of a school girl
a cry of shame, horror, pain for all the victims that surrounded her, reached for her, touched her

as she slowly laboriously raised her head and looked out the school window
a blue sign caught her eye and she read; 'war is not the answer'
she softly moaned more....she wept for the children, she wept for the solders, she wept for the victims of militarism, she wept for the cost of the colossal lie she now saw through with the lucid sight of a child

then without fanfare she gently prayed for a better day when people would war no more & especially worship no more the warrior and the violence they initiate
but she sniveled & prayed quietly for she was afraid of what others would say

Next day the newspapers headlined; 'Great Terrorist Attack from the Sky'
the president called for heads to roll of course as usual congress rolled too but on its back
anyone caught with any of the notes was subject to indefinite detention by secretive executive order

michael33 said...

Part II-
all the notes were assembled confiscated shredded then burned in a great bonfire at the white house
for homeland security, for national interests & to protect and ensure the American way of life
the military was sent all over the world to bomb terrorize, rendition, imprison & drone those responsible

But one little school girl named Sophie talked with her friends as they hid in secret
they stared at their crumbled notes with the names of the innocent murdered children
in the dark with a flashlight hidden in the closet they whispered, sniffed and conspired

they made a pact that one day some day as they grew up
all the notes they could gather would be in every school book, in every locker, in every pew in the land.....
on each and every note in the upper corner
the emblem of the white rose next to the child's photograph...the pledge of a schoolgirl named Sophie

michael33 said...

The Beast

It’s very difficult to recognize the beast
for he is usually dressed in a wrap-around flag seemingly righteous shining brightly & quite glorious
he sparkles brilliantly studded with seemingly flawless justice & untarnished virtue, proclaiming protection for the helpless & mercy for one and all
so very honorable & is most humbly pious boasting of his merciful means
good intentions that the complacent churches proclaim as well-blessed
for his glorious constitution is the pinnacle of principles & probity at a master freemason level

Ah, but you see the devil is wrapped in deception for his core is corruption
many names does he go by for he is quite exceptional
numerous laws does he develop for he is above them all
all worship & adore him so he believes is the best that’s ever been

Clichés & simple minded maxims he spews forth aplenty
for he supports the troops as he demands that you do & of course it is a faultless force for good as he wars for peace by total terror
all are in wonder &awe shocked by his militarized magnificence
who can dare stand against him in war or peace

Swollen with pride & self-worship he is quite comfortable with his xenophobic vanity on steroids
above all reproach & criticism none care to complain or subject to rendition
the best before & the greatest that will ever be for he is above all, quite incomparable
who would dare not acknowledge such grandeur or criticize his ever cracking whip

Born of fire but such a noble birth
none have ever seen the like or ever will to match its pinnacle of pride
for this path is golden & soars as an eagle above any & all that's even been or ever will be
carved by the gods into perfection from global girth a whole continent cannot contain this hunger

No stranger to violence, terrorism nor war
a day has not gone by that was absent of the three
the city on the hill calls for peace as it wars against friend & foe alike
e'er with patriotism & nationalism his hubris jingoism

When your the biggest, baddest & bawdiest kid on the block anything goes
who could stand up to you when you will bribe, hector or instill regime change anytime anywhere
Your desire is absolute domination & utter global subjugation
as you swallow your youth by indoctrinated brainwashing & turn them into war hoes to tour the foreign sites with a gun in your hand & elitist ego as your demeanor

Freedom is a eves-dropping cage while bravery is propaganda fear
a totalitarian police state of democracy you've'e built on the sheeple’s back into a plutocracy
a house of cards shaped into a tiger roaring rabid rants of diatribes & rage
but one day coming soon the emperor will be shown to have no clothes…

As the eagle has morphed into a vulture
the united states of sparta is a land of mammonistic locust whose ethos is to consume it all
and though no man is no island i have heard
what was once grandiose and manifested to be destined
is now to perfidy to become Easter island as it then consumes itself…