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Jones: Now when it comes to feed and there’s only so much food, it’ll be us that they consider animals that don’t get to feed. Now you say I’m white, that don’t make no difference, the miners were white, too (unintelligible word) (voice raises) but the system could not afford to give them what they wanted, and goddamn, it didn’t make any difference if it’s 300,000 of ‘em or not, they didn’t get it, did they? All they got was a goddamn bayonet right in their face, you go to work or we will put you in jail!
Jones: Or we will shoot to kill. (Voice moderates, then rises throughout) Mother fuckers, I cannot live in a system like that. Say, well, this government’s not perfect. It hasn’t got its troops anywhere. They didn’t killin’ nobody. It’s not sendin’ no money to support blood and death in Africa, and it speaks up strongly and sends money over there to help Africa every day from the taxes here. Just sent 20 thousand last uh, week, a country that’s struggling. No, no, no, no, no. You do any thinking, you wouldn’t want to go back there. If you’re doing any feeling, particularly, if you’re doing any caring, if you feel your blackness, and your working-class consciousness, you wouldn’t think about going back there. You’d rather eat shit than go back there!
Crowd: (Cheers and applause)
Jones: That’s the truth. That’s the truth. Peace. And if this doesn’t grab you tonight, if this doesn’t move you, and you still got those yearnings – but you gotta write that honest paper tomorrow, and I’ll know whether it’s honest or not – you better look at why you still are not feelin’ it, ‘cause you are sick, baby! But sick people can get well. Malcolm [X] was sick when he was sellin’ black girls to white old lecherous bastards. He was sick when he was pushin’ dope on young black men and killin’ ‘em before their time, but he got himself straightened around! It’s not too late for you, but goddamnit, he’da– if he’d had the opportunity to hear someone like me, Malcolm woulda been a socialist long ago. Long ago, he’da been a socialist. But he found a way, to at least be strong, just through what Elijah Mohammad, who was never aware. At least he did have some race pride. That’s more than some of our folk have these days.
Well, it’ll all rest for tomorrow, what are you gonna (unintelligible phrase), what else did you get out of that? Whether it’s Jack Beam, whether it’s Charlie [Touchette], or an official coordinator, if they’re up there talkin’, you’re supposed to give them your eye. If the principal of the school [Tom Grubbs], no matter who. We have to have some respect for socialistic principle. It’s not just a law and order thing, ‘cause our leadership here represents principle. If they don’t, we uproot them. You have that power. And if they’re not uprooted, it’s your fault. And I’ll go as far as you want it to go. I’ll deal with anybody you want to deal with.
Voice in crowd: (Unintelligible)
Jones: Okay, son. Work on your test. And I don’t wanna take people’s– more people’s time. Anybody have any questions so we can get– Remember, we have to listen to tonight’s news commentary on my s– my speech.
Jones: I had such ignorance that when people still got here, they didn’t even know what the hell socialism meant. They didn’t even know– Today, folk can’t even spell it! (Pause) You know what I’m talkin’ about. The other night, we had somebody up here that was still, with all the political consciousness, and you that’ve just arrived, you’ll see how much more advanced we are. But with all the advancements, somebody– I don’t remember personal things, because socialists don’t hold things against people, but there must have been something redeeming, but somebody got up here and said Marx – Karl Marx – was the second chapter of the Bible. They answered me that way. I said is that– is that what it is? They said yes. I don’t know who it was. But somebody did it right here, not more than a few days ago. Hm?
Jones: I think it was him. It was– it was this kid we just got up there. But now, uh, naturally we’re not gonna put up with that kind of foolishness out of people. If you co– if you were somebody that’d been workin’ hard like good old brother back there, who just hadn’t been leadin’ all– all time if he– if he would– if he leaned, it’s be– it’d be different. But when you de– can’t even tell us that Karl Marx is not the second chapter of the Bible, by God, you better keep your eyeballs open, and glued!
Voices in crowd: Right.
Jones: And don’t be so damned arrogant to think that you’re above authority, when you’re so damn stupid.
Voices in crowd: (Affirms)
Jones: And not dumb, but stupid. When you’re dumb, you can’t do anything about it. But there ain’t nobody that dumb here. And that boy’s not dumb, that young man not dumb. He picks up what he wants to pick up. So, we’re all gonna have to pick up on certain principles, and keep attentive until we do. Anybody has any other comments before we leave. Be sure you get this all down by People’s Rally tomorrow night. Don’t count on there bein’ an exam on the next People’s Rally, it very likely be tomorrow night. Yes?
Voice in crowd: (Inaudible)
Jones: Louder please.
Voice in crowd: (Inaudible)
Jones: I think he would– United States woulda been exposed for what it is, a fascist, imperialist power. Now, you see, uh, Thomas Fleming, Tom Fleming wrote a good editorial about us last week, you know, and even after that lie– a bunch of lies of Debby [Layton Blakey]. But his message to me is, this time, more strong than ever, don’t come back here. He said come back, we need you. He said don’t come back here, because fascism, uh, dictatorship is absolute gonna come. It’s gonna come. He put that article in us, they threatened that– that– that Sun Reporter with boycotts, they threatened him with violence, they threatened to burn the place down, for puttin’ that one true article about us. He wrote an editorial, and carried the white people that’d been here and seen the beauty of the place, those white ministers, the superintendent [John V] Moore. And by God, they got all kinds of threats for it! And I know what those– he may not (small laugh) be intimidated by that, ‘cause he’s got a lot of guts, but I know some other folk in that paper will be.
Mm-hmm [yes]. Thomas Fleming, yeah, he was the co-founder of the Sun-Reporter, and the editor. He did the dirty work, while somebody else got the millions. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. He just barely makes a livin’ wage, while some people talk socialism and become capitalist. I distrust sonsabitches like that, and I ain’t gonna go no further, ‘cause he’ll probably wanna get over here sooner or later. (Pause) Yes, if you had any eye to listen, or see and look, you’d know.
Voice in crowd: (Inaudible)
Jones: Louder, please. (unintelligible word) (tape edit) Just exploiters all along. I been talking about the ruling class right along. And I woulda said if it was a Muslim, he was paid by the FBI to do it. I’da nailed it where it was, right then, and most of us in here woulda nailed it, but Malcolm did not know and as much, and he wasn’t as far along as we are, but we’re not gonna knock that great dead man because of that. It was different day, different time, different opportunities. But uh, no, hell, he was– he made a great mistake, he– they sucked him into that bag, got ‘em fightin’ amongst each other. They took over the Muslims in the process, and killed him off. And put the man in there, they got him to believe in the lies about the old man. Or tellin’ the truth, whatever, it shouldna been out. What the hell is the difference if he had eighteen kids. That had nothin’ to do with the price of uh– of all the black pride that had been gen– engendered. And I never had a child yet by foolishness, never, never! Always, everything I did with my body was for socialist purpose. But my dear beloved– Now you know all about it, don’t worry, I’ve got– you know who I’ve got. I ain’t got nobody runnin’ around loose, ‘cause I never fucked nobody out of the cause, and when I did, for money, to get money to save you, there sure wasn’t no danger in any baby comin’. ‘Cause I took all the precautions in the world. Three and four rubbers. I know some of you are uncomfortable with that shit, because you don’t see that as a revolutionary act. But that’s easier to die on a cross, child, I’da rather died on a cross than fuck that old white bitch down in South America, I’d have rather died on a cross than had to fuck her from sun-up till sun-down! I’d rather died on a cross. Dyin’ on a cross is easy. That Jesus shit’s easy. I’d like to die, when I have to face some of these things. We’ve got a lot of folk in that camp right now, when they look at these irresponsible, uncaring, unfeeling, who don’t uh, want to know anything, won’t try to learn anything, and won’t even be alert to listen! Dyin’, shit, that’s easy! Don’t talk to me about dyin’, I’d die on a cross any– You want me to die on the cross, you can all put the nails in. That’s easy, ‘cause it’s over with then! But it’s this livin’ shit, and goin’ to bed with old white bitches, to raise money so that some of you could eat, when you were wastin’ all your goddamn money! And you need to feel a lot of guilt and be pourin’ it out, you new folk comin’, all the money you wasted, all the money you didn’t turn in, all the money you cheated this cause!
Voices in crowd: (Affirms)
Jones: We’d have aplenty of housing. There would be two people to every house if we had all that goddamn money!
Jones: We wouldn’t be behind in our housing program and everything else. It’s because of that shit.
Voice in Crowd: Right!
Jones: Folks settin’ right back there. I looked on uh, some of the lists. The main workers are carrying the burden, there folks settin’ back there with checks, and you don’t see twenty bucks over the month. I got the books. I got the figures on every one of ‘em, I’ve been readin’ for the last five hours. Break your heart. Making all kinds of money, and some way they throw it away. And a whole lot of ‘em got their ass ready to come, and they haven’t paid a dime. (Pause) (Calms) Yes, I’m tellin’ ya. It’s a long, long list. I won’t take the time, but I’ll prove it to you one night. Well, we got to decide about folk like that. But of course, you know it’d be kinda hard if they’d done anything at all, ‘cause there’s some of you here didn’t pay a dime!
Crowd: (Cries out) Yeah.
Jones: So it makes it di– kind of difficult, you know.
Jones: Like this young man, just up before me, you got– Not only you didn’t give a dime, but you’re out there robbin’ cars and causin’ me trouble. Getting’ you out of trouble. Yeah, yeah, yeah. An hour ago, just (tape edit) just came in from W6 DVI. John D. Rockefeller [III]?
Jones: That’s the– that’s the richest of ‘em all. He’s the bank man. He’s the man that had all the money. You see, why don’t you be a socialist and have a good conscience, because his white ass can be made gravy on a highway just like a black ass.
Crowd: (Cheers and applause)
Jones: I wouldn’t feel safe if I were capitalist, ‘cause if there was a few niggers like us back there, they’d know his car, and know their life had nothin’ more to give. It wouldn’t be an accident. They say most of the accidents are not accidents anyway. Somebody just decides to commit suicide and crosses the line. So probably him in his Cadillac limousine brought somebody’s attention, and they were tired of livin’ and tiring of feelin’ all the misery of US living, and I’ll bet you your ass they aimed the car at him. Most of the accidents happen that way. Folk fed up, that’s a good, quick way to die, like a bullet, run your fuckin’ car into somebody else’s. (Voice rises) And if I was one of them gonna commit suicide– which is wrong, because you owe a debt to society, as long as black people are sufferin’, you haven’t got no right to die and get out of your pain, ‘till everybody can be out of their pain. But honey, if I were back there thinking like that, it’d be hard for me to think, if I was going down the highway wantin’ to commit suicide, I’d sure pick me the whitest– and the blackest Cadillac, and the whitest ass inside of it!
Jones: I’m not sure. I might pick me somebody like one of them religious sell-outs, too.
Jones: Jesse Jackson, yeah, that we found out was an agent for the FBI, and Lee– R– Roy Wilkins, the head of the NAACP, that cooperated with the NAACP, and intimidated and conspired to get [Martin Luther] King removed from office. Well, now if we were back there and said– and even clapped like that now, the police’d all be in– in another eight hours and have us– our asses all arrested. They would.
Jones: ‘Cause you’re not supposed to clap over Rockefeller. They cheer every night when some black person gets shot up– or Indian on cowboy shows and TV, but when John D. Rockefeller c– would die, you supposed to be respectful. But honey, I somehow don’t feel respectful.
Crowd: (Cheers and applause)
Jones: He’s the youngest Rockefeller and the meanest. (Pause) (unintelligible word)
Woman in audience: I knew him, Father.
Jones: You knew him?
Woman: Yes, Father.
Jones: Well, good.
Jones: He came where you worked.
Jones: Oh (unintelligible word), you say you’re sufferin’ as a socialist. Nah, when you’re a socialist, shit, (short laugh) your wife goes fuckin’ around on you, you don’t get no nervous about that, and you say, shit, that– that’s just one less responsibility. But when you are a capitalist, and everything you got is restin’ with your money and your fame and your ego, honey, when your wife is caught playin’ footsie, or tootsie with someone else’s ass, you’re dead inside. That’s awful. Ain’t nothin’ dies so hard as some poor rich sucker that finds out his wife been playin’ around. Shit, that wouldn’t even make me slightly nervous. (Pause) Hmm, I– I see some folk are not where I’m at.
Crowd: (Calls out)
Jones: No, no, no, no, no! ‘Cause that’s all you got, you ain’t gonna have it long. And I don’t care how hard you work on, honey, and how much, all the new teas and juices we got, or how much water you swear your ass with, sooner or later it’s gonna come down, and you’re done!
Jones: It will fail, it will fade away! And it will shrivel up like an– a little old worm in the sunshine. And all the kissin’ and suckin’ and blowin’ won’t bring it back.
Jones: Perhaps it might be helpful a few extra days, if some of you could reach far enough to suck your own off. That’d be the only thing that could help it. I don’t know anybody here tall enough but my son Stephan [Jones] to do that, and this man here.
Jones: So you might as well build something besides your dick, baby, ‘cause one day, it’s gonna wilt, and your vagina’s gonna shrivel or you’re gonna have a wrinkle somewhere, and you better develop somethin’ in your mind or you’re gonna lose everything you got.
Crowd: (Cheers and applause)
Jones: Yeah, yeah, yeah. There’s some woman curtseying her ass up and down these pathways, like they were Miss America and Miss Body Beautiful, and I’m gonna tell you, you gonna be the ugliest son-of-a-bitch the first wrinkle you get. You’re already ugly to me.
Jones: I wouldn’t piss on your ass to put a fire out!
Jones: Hmm-mm [No]. You’re already stupidly ugly to me, you who gotta have your hair just right, and gotta have your– you gotta have just all of the– the– the little cosmetics just right, and you gotta be just right. I’d like to see you get your head as– as– as straight as you got your damn body. Then you might be beautiful.
Jones: Mmm-hmm [Yes]. (Pause) Some of you men shine like you’ve been under lava all day long, and while the rest are workin’ and sweatin’ and you’re always shinin’, you’re uglier than shit!
Jones: You’re uglier than shit. Any woman look at you, she’s a stupid fool and she deserves you! You both deserve each other’s shit!
Jones: Don’t make no difference how much you shine, baby. Don’t make no difference how much you work on that body, somebody gonna come along, they got a little more saz mataz than you got.
Jones: So you better have something in your fuckin’ head, ‘cause whoever is developin’ just their body, you’re gonna lose. ‘Cause every day you look around, baby, and that body ain’t the same. So you better develop something between you besides your ass, and your dick, and your vagina, because you’re gonna lose that one day. (Calms)
Jones: Miss Body Beautiful, get out of my face. And you Mr. uh, Atlases, get out of my face. You don’t impress me. If I was a woman, some of these older men with lines in their face that have fought the system and been out on the streets collectin’ money for these children, they’re the ones who would appeal to me. If I were lookin’, it’d be some of those women. Huh? Those women with lines, those women with bent backs, but that face that you’ll never have. (Calls out) You’ll never have a face like that, ‘cause you ain’t got nothin’ in your head! It takes a certain kind of mind to create some lines. Somebody said they look so young, I wouldn’t brag about, if I were you. Say, what are you doin’? I’m hittin’ everybody. I’m– I’m one of those people that throw curves every fuckin’ second!
Jones: All that shit I got in my head, I’m throwin’ it out. You better hope I don’t vomit it on your head directly. Um-hmm-um!
Crowd: (Scattered applause)
Jones: Mm– We wanna see– we wanna see some boots on your sweet little legs, darlin’.
Jones: We wanna see some overhalls [overalls] and some dirt on your knees!
Jones: We’re tired of seein’ your sweet ass, when some of us have sold all of our perfume and cologne. Whoa, glory!
Crowd: (Cheers and applause)
Jones: I wouldn’t think so much about some of your cologne, because some of you work it– wear that cologne, but some of your asses is really gonna come up for grab bags before long, ‘cause you don’t work. All you do is just try strut around here and look beautiful, and you look like a store-bought dummy.
Jones: You do, you look like a store-bought dummy. And when you get ready to go to bed with somethin’, I never did feel like I wanted to go to bed with a dummy. A plastic doll? Jesus Christ! Uh, the next question before we leave, huh?
Voice in crowd: (Inaudible question)
Jones: Yeah. He played it so careful. He said uh, uh, uh, some people resort to violence. He didn’t say Malcolm was a good man. He said he’s– he was a great (unintelligible word), and a great leader, a great black has gone down! He didn’t say that. He played it safe, but hell, his ass was down, wasn’t no time till his ass was right with him.
Crowd: That’s right!
Jones: ‘Cause he had a few people. They don’t care how respectable you are! Don’t care how safe you play it, and no, Malcolm– Malcolm was calling for violence, and Martin Luther King said non-violence! But he was a black, and he had too many people with him. And I’ll bet Martin, if he’da known it, he wouldna paid the price. I think he– I think there’s all the difference in the world between a Malcolm and a Martin. I would– I would– I– Malcolm is so far ahead of Martin, he’s so much higher than Martin. He had some balls! Mar– uh, these– these– these Martin Luther King types, they try to– one moment, they’re schizophrenic. They’ll say something about the working class, just briefly. (Stumbles over words) He had a little bit of light was alive in him, but it oughta be alive, ‘cause he studied in communist cells in the thirties, Martin Luther King did. Yes, yes, yes, yes. In the– In the late-thirties, as a child, and in the forties, he was studying communism, in Peducah, Kentucky. But he did not let it out, so Malcolm didn’t know it, and Malcolm didn’t know nothin’ about no communism. He didn’t know shit about communism! He– (unintelligible word) to let you in, you could tell him– talking a little bit about working class solidarity, but hell, he was hooked on religion! But Martin Luther King didn’t believe in no God. He was using the– the church, he said, to help people, but what’d he get out of it? What the hell? A bullet in his head, and his movement died in a matter of hours. The fuckin’ movement was dead. Everybody forgot the goddamn movement, ‘cause there wasn’t nothin’ to hitch onto, there was no socialist principle to hitch onto. And if nobody followed him, but at least history could say what the hell he was. Now all he is is a civil rights activist to get blacks a part of the capitalistic pie. (Pause) Well, uh– Elijah did, Elijah came from Garvey. Elijah carried over Garvey’s message, and Garvey went to jail for it and was finally thrown out of the country. Marcus Garvey, the Back-to-Africa movement, and that was all Elijah Mohammad was, just re-version of Marcus Garvey. But these suckers would play on that and take all their money and then forget it, then forget the message. You could see Elijah had begun to die. When he– when he deposed Malcolm from saying just the obvious truth, that the chickens come home to roost, and they shut him up forever. ‘Cause they were gettin’ nervous. The– The Muslims had decided then to play it safe. And from there on, they played it so safe, that what happened to Elijah for playing it safe? His whole goddamn movement went to nothin’! He got the fuckin’ son [Wallace Deen Muhammad] that went out and told the story on him, that he had, uh, what was it, eight children by six teenagers. The very son that told it, he’s– Malcolm gave his name, he said, Wallace told me. And Wallace is now in charge of that fuckin’ movement. Right on TV, yes, he said Wallace told him. Said Wallace has told me, and now I’m revealing the true me– reason for going out. Wallace, anybody else that would go out from a movement over that. I think that’s a wrong thing to go out, I think it’s wrong to be runnin’ around with your dick, playin’, but I don’t think a leader should be condemned if he’d had a baby, for even pleasure, which I never had. But I don’t think he should be condemned for that. You better judge all that Elijah Mohammad was doing, then him stand up there, Malcolm made a great mistake to do that, but more so, more to blame is that fuckin’ Wallace, his own son that condemned him! ‘Cause Malcolm’s all put out of shape, he’s pushed out of shape, naturally, by being silenced, but we– you can empathize with him. But what he oughta done was got clear away from the M– Muslim, never mention their fuckin’ name, and start talkin’ about the white oppressor. But who can always look at your mistakes? Shit. Everybody makes mistakes. But that was his mistake, but you can see how he’d be more ready to talk about it, if the goddamn son of the leader was bad-mouthing him. And he said, right there on that TV, that Wallace Deen Muhammad, told me. If you were listenin’. How many heard it? That– That doesn’t mean you weren’t listening, ‘cause some people will miss some things. But that’s what he said. No, there quite a difference, and somebody asked me back there, if, uh, we, uh– What’d you ask me? I never did answer that question. What would happen if all the people got together with Malcolm? Well, I’ll tell you what woulda happen. The system woulda come out for what it was early. You’da seen the troops in the streets, you’da seen a military takeover, and you’da seen black people being put in jails and concentration camps, and you’da seen some white ones had to go, too. And that mighta caused a revolt inside the public sector, like the Red Brigade says in Italy, that’s what it brings about. It’da brought some kind of identity, working class identity, maybe. Back then there was some spirit. While there was spirit, that was a time to strike. Strike while the irons were hot, and the spirit was high then. People were ready to fight. You saw black people fightin’ right before the camera. Shit, they– they had some boldness then! So that woulda been the time for somebody to pronounce socialism, that’da been the time for Martin Luther King to come out of his damn closet, and say it’s a matter of the international working class to unite against the oppressors! He said there’s a conspiracy – that’s what Malcolm was saying – it’s higher than the Black Muslim, he went to the State Department. What’s the State Department govern? This– Activities of the CIA. That’s where it falls into their purview. Foreign operations. So but– King could see what the hell was goin’ on. But he didn’t speak quick enough. Always waitin’. Some folks say we shoulda waited now, I don’t believe so. We’da waited and we’da died back there.
Jones: I mean, we’da lost our soul, we’da lost our spirit, we’da lost our minds. Our children were dyin’ for nothin’. If we coulda won any battles, I’da said stay there, but, shit, if we’da won it temporarily, we’da lost it! If I’da gone down and marched around all them fuckin’ newspapers, they’da shot me in the head, sure as hell, and you’da been in the same place that you are not. You are not now in that position, you got a leader, and our children have had one year, many of them, of growing up in an environment of love and acceptance, where they don’t have to look at some racist pig lookin’ down their goddamn nose at them. They’ve had one year – one year – that our seniors’ve been able to live in peace, without somebody bein’ mugged or raped, don’t have to worry ‘bout goin’ home tonight, and somebody breakin’ in and stealin’, or rapin’ you in your sleep. Don’t have to be worrying about that anymore.
Jones: Yeah, surely some people (unintelligible phrase) is already upset.
Jones: They’re already upset, and they say, we got tigers. Say we got tigers. I didn’t know of any tigers. You ain’t got nothin’ to worry about. You keep your nose clean and stay in this community, the tigers don’t come in here.
Jones: The goddamn snakes don’t come in here. Said, if they’da told me(unintelligible phrase) they told me, I would’na come. (Pause) Well, I told you. (Pause) If you didn’t listen, I told you there’s tigers. I said they were down from us. And every fuckin’ one of has been down from us, hasn’t it?
Jones: He stands out there and watches at night, and as long as you stay on our property, he don’t bother you. He’s got more respect for socialism than you have. All right, all right, all right. No snake’s gonna crawl in your bed. I tell you, if there were snakes in our bed every night, and scorpions, and those– and if you– you see one of those tarantulas, they make pets out of them, they’re sellin’ them in New York pet stores today. I see that’s the craze in the Time Magazine. Hell, as you’ve seen the principle picked ‘em up, they’re– they’re little balls of love. They ain’t gonna bother nobody. But if ev– if every bed had a scorpion tonight, and every bed had a tarantula, and every fuckin’ bed had a poisonous snake, I tell you, I would rather risk myself here, than back there with a bunch o’ mother-fuckin’ Uncle Toms and Aunt Janes.
Jones: No, don’t worry, ain’t nobody been bit by no snake. We had more chances– We had folk bit in Northern California, but nobody’s ever been bit here. Just as long as you don’t go out there, there are a million of ‘em out there. If you don’t go out on your own business, but if you go out there on your– the business of this program, they ain’t none of ‘em gonna bother ya. They haven’t done it yet. And that’s the miracle power of a protection that we can’t even calculate. Like the baby [Ebony Duncan] that died, Regina [Duncan]’s, heart couldn’t be found, lives. All the great things that happen when I’m on the ball, and some enemy’s not got my mind preoccupied. Yeah. Got a lot of things we’re gonna remember Debby about.
Voices in crowd: That’s right.
Jones: We’ve had a purpose, and as Jack Beam said, if it didn’t last a day, at least we tried to do something, and we showed an example of what life oughta be, and we stood up and spoke out against the goddamn system, and we laid it out that we were socialist.
Jones: And if nobody’s listenin’, that’s their fault!
Jones: They all gonna die some time, ‘cause John D. [Rockefeller] just died.
Jones: Somebody run into his white ass, and he died. And all of his billions, and all of his banks, and all of his oil didn’t stop his ass from dyin’!
Jones: Hmm-hmm, yes. So why not die for somethin’ right, rather than die for no reason at all? That’s one thing for sure. You know if you die here, you’ve died for somethin’ right.
Crowd: That’s right.
Jones: Any other questions before we close it? (Pause) You can’t take them fuckin’ houses down in the grave.
Jones: And if you could, the maggots eat their ass, while they’re eatin’ yours too.
Crowd: That’s right.
Jones: And I don’t know why folk fight so hard to keep their fuckin’ ass alive, ‘cause you all gonna die. Unless you know Jim Jones, he’s the only one who can raise the– the dead, and then the lot of folks who sent me applications don’t raise theirs.
Crowd: (Delayed laughter and applause)
Jones: That’s the only resurrector I know that folk don’t want to use. (Pause) Rockefeller didn’t have nobody could raise him. Rockefeller didn’t have nobody could save his grandchild. Rockefeller didn’t have nobody to get him out of jail, if he got there either. Just lookin’ at the natural side of it. Rockefeller didn’t have anybody that could heal his paralyzed boy, that was paralyzed from the head down like uh, one of our young men. Hmm? You oughta know it, oughta be on your lips, so you can have that faith for others. Who was he?
Jones: Yeah, you got four or (unintelligible word) five different names– Well, we’ve had, Tommy Beikman, white, Walter Williams, black, blind, both paralyzed, crippled? Hmm-mm [Yes]? This very last week, little girl. Who?
Crowd: Shirelle Evans.
Jones: Shirelle Evans? Yeah. I’d think you’d remember. If it was your child, you’d remember it.
Crowd: That’s right.
Jones: Not to say the best medicine, the best doctors, facilities, the best of everything. But more than that – and all you want to eat – but more than that. We’ve got somethin’ to live for. Our movement stands for something. Anything else? Yes, (unintelligible) that point yet. Few hundred people who were black in Paris, they’re not doin’ too well now. But the main point was not that he was black, it was he was standing for solidarity with Africa, where USA and France was exploiting the people, taking their money, their riches away, working them for twenty cents, sixteen cents, and in some cases, no cents a day. This slavery actually goes on in South Africa today, where people are confined to work on plantations and in Rhodesia, and don’t get a dime for it. They’re virtual slaves. That the last comment? Yes?
Woman in crowd: (inaudible)
Jones: What did she say? She has a comment she wishes to say. Now, (unintelligible word) I won’t scream at an old person to speak up, no more than I would this young man, because he has infirmities. Notice– Out of all the thousands (voice fades)–
Woman in crowd: (inaudible)
Man: We haven’t had one murder–
Jones: –haven’t had one murder.
Woman in crowd: Not one murder– (inaudible)
Man: Not one fight –
Woman in crowd: (inaudible)
Jones: That’s important. That we do speak to each other, that we do show our interest in some senior when they’re not around, that you go in the geriatric unit and visit them. Remember the days that they stood in the cold and fed you. Remember the days that they stood in the cold, Father put his life on the line, and some of them helped to get the money that got you out of jail. They deserve your respect. These children deserve your care. Sh– They need your love like you got from Father. You all should be fathers and mothers to every little child here. And I don’t wanna hear no more shit, like somebody breakin’ a relationship, and forgettin’ all the kids. That don’t work here. You can change pussies mid-stream, but you ain’t changin’ kids.
Crowd: (Delayed calls and applause)
Jones: That’s capitalism. The man can run off and leave the kids there, the mother can leave the kids, but that– that does not work here. We don’t leave our responsibilities. Don’t try it. You can go to marriage committees and get all– any relationship you want, but you damn well better not be cuttin’ out any kids. ‘Cause kids can’t stand all of your sitty– silly-ass shit. They can’t stand that bickerin’ and fightin’. They need to have stability and love, and not feel that all the interest in them is based on whether you’re in somebody’s– I’m sick of this shit goin’ around here, sayin’ I wanna take care of your baby. You fuckin’, stupid dummies! There ain’t no man comin’ around some woman that he wants to help take care of my baby. Any woman who’d have– Shit, you don’t know what the hell’s goin’ on when he wouldn’t take care of the thirteen he had.
Jones: And all the ones he throwed all over America. He wouldn’t take care of them, what makes you think he wants to take care of your baby? Oh, he wants to take care of that baby long enough to get you off guard, so he can put his sperm in you and run.
Jones: Like he’s had another conquest to say he’s Mr. Beautiful. You stupid women. Some of you women are stupid.
Jones: Say he really likes my kid, shi-i-it! Shit, they ain’t (unintelligible) the revolution hasn’t come here yet. It may (unintelligible word) some, but they not goin’ around doin’ it that way. No, and if somebody come up to you woman and says to you, “I wanna help with your kid. I really wanna be– I– it’s not that I wanna bother you, I wanna help with your kid.” Don’t you buy no shit like that. Oh my. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, you are stupid if you buy that shit.
Jones: A lot of quiet men now, because their game has just been laid. I just fucked you when you were tryin’ to fuck her over.
Jones: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Okay, now that um, is the sum and substance, let’s get that message tonight. And um, the film will be shown for those who want to see it over if there were those at meetings that did not get to see it. It’s a sad commentary, and if your eyes are open, you will know that they can’t make it in USA. With all the fame and attention and glory he had, and all the television appearances in books, and magazine articles, at the close of his life, he’s pouring out his soul – and there’s 400 folk in that Audubon, the same auditorium I was in, we had a thousand, he carried more than 400 of ourselves there. So (sighs) if he couldn’t do it, you sure as shit ain’t gonna do it. So don’t kid yourself that you’re gonna go back to America to do any good. You wanna go back there to do some shit. And uh, remember, you’re black. They’ll get you before you get a chance to do any of your shit.
Jones: And when they could do their shit, they gotta constantly – as I said – constantly, constantly, constantly. Don’t forget that, keep awake, young lady. Constantly they gotta do one thing back there, is keep on our ass all the time. Because they know that they’re suspect by all those people in that society. They know they’re suspect. They know that they have been with Jim Jones, and they got to explain it. And so they can’t even have fun any longer, they can’t even do one of the things that you call fun. They can’t drink, or play, or go to the show, they gotta be every day, attackin’ Jim Jones, ‘cause nobody trusts their ass. And when they get through, nobody’ll trust their ass anyway.
Jones: And they’re gonna suffer a little along the way, because [Tim] Stoen went too far, and we’ve sued him with a 50 million dollar suit. He won’t ever have the money to pay it, but the suit hit the, uh, (stumbles over words), it hit the uh, courts today. Fifty million dollars, ‘cause he fucked around and he’s gonna lose his uh, bar– bar license, and that’s so important to him, he’s gonna fuck around. He’s makin’ some mistakes, he’s workin’ for the man, but he’s just crossin’ the little turns that he shouldn’t be crossin’. Got some money behind him, but he ain’t gonna be able to come out clean. He wants to come out smellin’ clean, and he ain’t gonna come out smellin’ clean. Cause he already got himself in trouble today. Fifty million dollars. And we laid out some shit. Well, give me some of the charges we laid out against him. You would know he ain’t gonna like that shit going through. And they say, “Well, the newspaper won’t print it.” Well, honey, we’ll spill– once it’s made public record, you can pass it out from door to door. And that’s what I want ordered done, by the way. Door to door, the last thing we do, door to door. Some of the charges we got him with there. Mm mm mm mm mm mm mm mm! (stumbles over words) Can she give ‘em to me? I can’t remember it all, ‘cause I don’t keep things in my mind. She got my notes there. Fifty million dollar suit, 400,000 dollars punitive damages. Said the court won’t ever award it ‘cause we’re socialist, but, Jesus, his name’s gonna be ruined. (short laugh)
Jones: His fuckin’ name is gonna be ruined, and that’s worse than him dyin’. Tim Stoen wanted us to kill him quick, mm mm mm mm mm! We don’t kill a little old piss– piece of white ass like his– why we wanna kill his white ass. Let him suffer to death!
Jones: And I want it– I got the notes, uh– The notes are right down there, the points in those notes. Where is she, with those notes? ‘Cause I wanna word it– word it just like it is, unless you got a me– better memory than any of us. I wanna be– you know, and too, I wanna say it, some things I don’t reveal– I want the– I want the notes. It’ll make some people feel good. I just– She just took ‘em away, Carolyn [Layton] just took ‘em away.
Voice in crowd: (unintelligible)
Jones: Well, there’s something’s like uh– (Short laugh) Shit, we left, that we– we didn’t dare the worst, ‘cause some of it– some of it woulda got some other folk in trouble. But all of you that are safely sound over here, we got a lot of the little shit, you know. He did. (Pause) Um-hmm [yes], um-hmm, um-hmm. Quickly, I don’t wanna hold up folk much longer. Come on.
Jones: (unintelligible) for murder one. There’s about five of our ex-members being charged with murder one. Said, “I know I have no right asking for your help, being the traitor that I am, but all I can do is ask for your forgiveness and that you would spare one minute of meditation for me, my wife, and our children.” I remember when he left. It was not that kind of a spirit. I’m talkin’ ‘bout David uh, uh, to– talkin’ ‘bout Danny Rodriguez. “I don’t mean to bring my wife and her children in this for sympathy, nor would I accept it. I know it was a very bad thing that I did. I’m sorry it happened, not for myself, but more for his mother, for I know she is suffering, just as my mother would, if it had been the other way around. I don’t ask for money, nor could I accept any– uh, nor could I accept any, ‘cause I know there is people that need the money more than I do. I just couldn’t think of me having the church uh, spending more money for my ass – for my case – and I really do mean this. I’m ready to face the– the led, and uh, face whatever it is, and serve whatever time I’m given. I’m charged with murder in the first degree.” That’s gas chamber. He won’t go. “And for giving the– the– the best– his life, his total life in prison. I would like to say [to] the people of the church that I make– that to– to make me– I would like for you to– to– to tell the people in the church there, to make me an example of a traitor to the cause. Because I didn’t listen to what you said. Even though I never considered, uh– co– uh, coincided with people that are trying to destroy the church or its cause. Just to leave the cause when you’re needed – for any reason at all, whatever – (Pause) uh, and then so you become a traitor. I am a traitor, and it’s enough to bring some others like thi– this upon themselves. If it is, please, use me as an example. So take it from me, for I am there.” He’s where? He’s in cell C-1, twelfth bed in one cell, can– in the jail in uh, Santa Barbara, California. And he’s not black. “My wife and I have discussed coming back to the church,” and he wants us to be able to take him if he ever gets a chance. And certainly we– we will.
We want to do other things. Short of taking money away from the survival of our people, we will. But that’s what happens to folk who leave the cause and try to do it on your own. You can’t make it. He was a young, light-skin chap. But it wasn’t– you can’t be light enough up there. The system’s always beggin’ for trouble. And what mother just said to you, the little mother, that nobody here’s been– ever murdered anybody. And no one here’s been charged with murder, nobody inside our church has ever been charged with murder. But a whole lot of folk have. One’s on death row right now. Another one will be there the rest of his life. You remember the young man that spoke out and said “I don’t need you.” What was his name?
Crowd: Harold Hill.
Crowd: Harold Hill.
Jones: Harold Hill. Well, let’s see what uh, those uh, things they’re gonna do in that case, that’s pretty good, that’s pretty good, that’s pretty good. Tim Stoen’s now actin’ like he loves the Lord, you know. I remember that (unintelligible word)– remember that (unintelligible). Reverend Donneter Lane, his wife, the head of the Council of Churches, she’s so sad, all she does is talk to us. She’s now talkin’ about Ben Chavis, in the prison hospital with ruptured appendix. Now she’s ill. Nobody gives a shit out there, honey, but us. But Father, right now uh, some of you wouldn’t give a shit if I didn’t make you do it.
Crowd: (Quiet) Right.
Jones: But it’s time we quit that, if we want to live peacefully, if you want babies to not suffer. There’re those seem to have it right before my eyes, huh? Did you find it? What are the parts that are in that suit against Mr. Stoen– against Mr. St– (Pause ) Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, no, no, no, no, no. (Pause) Tell a– tell a (unintelligible)– Down here,uh, Paul Avery, Katie Coleman – page after page after page of lies, how he killed off people, he’s a cruel heart, never once does it talk about socialism. (unintelligible) (Pause)
New Times has learned that there exists a secret wing of the Panthers known within the party as a squad. Goons. The members often operate like underworld hitmen against children, against anybody he doesn’t like. I– You see– it doesn’t– all New Times about. Now you know when you get this much attention, that ain’t a story, baby, that’s a conspiracy. I’m talkin’ ‘bout one magazine. You ever see a magazine write this much? I’m still– I’m still goin’ on, honey. Never done nothin’ like that ever before, have they? On and on– little old sell-out, his sell-out, Elaine Brown, doin’ her singin’. Yeah, they sing. Times’ll come. On and on! After [Huey] Newton jumped bail and fled for Cuba, Elaine Brown became party chairperson. Under her leadership, the Panthers made impressive inroads into Oakland’s political establishment. She was a sell-out. They naturally wanna dress her up. Now they show all the people around him that he’s supposed to murder– he’s supposed to murdered all of these, uh– one of ‘em’s a kid. She wore a fur and she was full of shit. And they– He– he posed. This man ain’t got no sense at all. This kid ain’t got no sense. If he’da listen to me, uh, uh, if you people just let me be a dad. He stood there and let them take pictures of him, and gave them this fuckin’ story, and they have nailed him to the cross. He’s standin’ there smilin’ in front of one of the Panther vehicles, smilin’ like a Cheshire cat, and they’re cuttin’ him to mincemeat. ‘Cause he believed what they told! He believed what they told. He oughta know from what they’ve been doin’ to me, he ain’t gonna get a good story. But he was a fool! He uh– Somehow people never think it’s gonna apply to them. Look at him smilin’ there for their– That’s their camera, honey, that’s their picture. He cooperated to give them this fuckin’ story and they have nailed him to the cross. He will never resurrect out of this. And the Berkeley Barb joined right in and carrying all this shit, too. All of ‘em. And the establishment papers are havin’ a field day. He’s headlines of every newspaper in the nation.
Male in crowd: I remember when you asked him – right? – we were sittin’ in the room and you asked him, uh, do you think socialism would ever come about in the United States, he said, well, Fa– I didn’t think socialism would ever come about, I don’t think I could ever live anymore, live with myself.
Jones: (unintelligible under male) That’s what he said in Cuba. Said I couldn’t live. He said he couldn’t live. He said exactly that, he said I couldn’t live. I said, well, you better face the facts, and stay where you are, ‘cause they ain’t gonna come. (tape edit)
Fees will be assessed – you may be seated – at around 400,000 dollars, that is for publicity purposes. The punitive damages, he estimated, will – Charles Garry, our attorney – will be fifty million dollars. Response to the question whether individuals or corporations are suing, we both are suing as the church, and individuals on behalf of the corporation. It is the latter that has suffered the damages of breach of confidence, and violation of attorney-client privileges. Hmm. They wantin’ to know if S– if [Sandy] Bradshaw could be in it. I think she might be in it, for the one good thing she heard him say. (Pause) I’m tryin’ to see what the hell it is that’s made a matter of the public record. From passing on (unintelligible word) toilet paper, he can’t sue us for this. We’ve been lookin’ for this day.
During a time when his job was in jeopardy, he worked as a social worker for the Mendocino county welfare department, Tim Stoen, then assistant district attorney for the county, took it on himself to speak to the welfare department director on behalf of Jim Randolph. Tim Stoen subsequently told Jim Randolph that hi– the director, Dennis R. Denny, had threatened to get Stoen’s job in retalia– in retaliation. It is known to Jim Randolph and others, that on at least two separate occasions, Mr. uh, Denny had tried to get Randolph’s job. In a bragging manner – instead of giving me the credit, he– I’m glad he didn’t this time – in a bragging manner, Tim Stoen tole– told Jim Randolph, that he had answered Denny’s threat with words to the effect that if he, Denny, tried to get Stoen’s job, Stoen would sue him once a month for the rest of his life. He also remembers Stoen saying, he had told Denny, you know what I– that I can– what I can do with you. There are several people who know decisively that Tim Stoen gave Patty Cartmell instructions to proceed with a major– (Short laugh, pause) Uh, well, it’s a criminal act, let’s put it this– and so she ended up in jail. Um-hmm [Yes], see what I’m sayin’? He ain’t gonna like his name like that. (stumbles over words) subscribed by witnesses that knew Tim Stoen sent a threatening letter to his wife, Grace Stoen, threatening her life, which he did. Now we can refer to it, even though she’s keeping it cool and covering it, we can tell some of the things he did.
Phyllis Houston was advised by Tim Stoen to use her position as dispatcher of the Mendocino County Sheriff’s Department to get rid of tape recordings that he wanted off the record. He’ll never get another goddamn job, um-umm [no]. And the bar exam, the bar, the State Bar’s gonna have this shit in their hands. That don’t make no difference to State Bar whether you’re a capitalist or a socialist, you know, at some place they gotta draw the line on who practices law. And she’s giving sworn testimony. She could not erase the tapes, but did arrange the designa– desi– designated dates recordings so that they would be out of filing order, and he is sequence, uh– he is in sequence to be automatically erased (unintelligible word), by the office. It would be erased. So she didn’t commit a crime, and he has. I mean he– he’s committed a violation.
David Smith– Tim Stoen advised David Smith – you know David Smith back there, the white gentleman – not to pay his federal income taxes. (Pause) An attorney? An attorney? And I have only begun to hit the the poop. You don’t think we should hit him with this shit?
Jones: This is better than bullets, baby. This is better than bullets. ‘Cause I told him to go ahead and pay his taxes and he did. But Tim Stoen – we have record – he didn’t, he told him not to do it. Sandy Bradshaw was advised by Timothy O. Stoen to actually hide Jack Arnold – she don’t have a job anymore, so it don’t make any difference – she was told uh, by Timothy O. Stoen to actual– actually hide Jack Arnold Beam, when the sheriff’s deputy came to the Redwood Valley Center to pick him up for questioning in a child abuse charge. Mrs. Bradshaw did as Stoen asked, and (tape distortion). We– We put everything that we can put in that the little– little ways, you know, just get little things there that you can refer to now, nobody can sue us. But when it’s a public record, you can say anything you want to about it. So we got it in there that uh, uh, Jack Beam Junior, what he did about a child abuse charge. You remember?
Jones: Mrs. Brad– Bradshaw did as Stoen asked, and took Stoen– took Beam into a small office in the complex, for the sole purpose of hiding him from the police authorities. Isn’t that nice? District Attorney is the head of the police authorities. Say, what do we care? Shit, that’s what he got for dirtying our fuckin’ name. We don’t give a shit no mo!
Jones: He– He shoulda kept us clean. He shoulda kept us clean. This don’t hurt our ass at all. They ba– had much worse to say about us than this, and they’re all their lies, so we gonna tell some of the truth now.
Jones: Okay. She acted on instructions from Stoen, whom she had called at his DA’s office. After she had hidden Beam, she went back out to talk to the sheriff’s deputy, because she worked with the deputies in the probation department, where she was employed, and knew they would tend to believe her story that Beam was not in the building. Now how’s he gonna explain that to the– the licensing authorities? And he loves to practice law, that little honky’s ass, he loves– that cracker, he– and then– then we got another one. And uh, she – Phyllis Houston – was also told by Stoen to look at the Sheriff’s office, she don’t– they don’t bother to say who told Stoen, but that don’t make no difference here, honey. That don’t make no difference here. Phyllis Houston was told by Stoen to look at the sheriff’s report on the above incident, and report the contents directly to him. She read the report – no, I didn’t have nothin’ to do with that – she read the report, and as she recalls, she relayed the contents directly to Stoen in his office. That’s right, because it was Stoen that came to me and said, no use to fight that case. We better get disassociated with uh– with him, and let him go to jail, because we’ll all go down with him. Now I didn’t, ‘cause I– I care about you, I don’t let you– Stoen advised all members of Peoples Temple. You all know this. They say we got guns, don’t they?
Jones: Uh, Peoples uh– Stoen advised in a public meeting – and he did, if you remember – all members of Peoples Temple who possessed any kind of a handgun, rifle, shotgun, and ammunition, to turn them in directly to him, and he stored all– that– all of it that was sur– surrendered to him in his own home. There were several hundred guns in his keeping.
Crowd: (Laughter and cheers)
Jones: And I haven’t even begun.
Man in crowd: That’s why we don’t have no guns.
Jones: That’s why we ain’t got ‘em. He’s got ‘em all. Sandra Bradshaw was advised along with Jack Arnold Beam, Jack Beam Senior, Mike Prokes, Gene Chaikin, Harold Cordell, Rick Cordell, to get licenses to carry handguns by Tim Stoen.
Man in crowd: And we got the– we got the license (unintelligible).
Jones: Through Tim Stoen. So all those bunch of socialist bandits over there? It was Tim Stoen that gave ‘em the trigger!
Jones: And I ain’t finished yet. I– And I can’t give it all to you, but I know that’d make your night better as you go home to rest a little bit on that weary pillow.
Tim Stoen used his office to order a copy – now this’ll get you – The Terrorist Anarchist Cookbook, which is a well-known, how-to-do book in the planning and operation of terrorist activities. He got it with the express purpose of directing the– the– the Temple members into this kind of activity, which was rejected by its leader, which it was. He gave the book to people– He gave the book to Bonnie Beck when he received it, telling her to read the uh, part about making explosives, especially. He sent her to Santa Rosha– Santa Rosa to Xerox the book for him, which she did, ‘cause she didn’t consult with me. Now how’s he gonna like that? He’s talkin’ ’bout us with guns, and we’re talkin’ about him with bombs.
Jones: Fucker. Yeah, I– I say that’s better than killin’ somebody. Shit, I don’t wanna kill nobody.
Jones: Get at their ass. He wants to be Mr. Respectable now. He’s tryin’ to be Mr. Clean. He’s born again with a Bible in his hand. How’s he gonna explain all that shit? I was polluted, before I met Jesus? (Short laugh) Hell, there no– no law Bar, no law exam gonna look at that, this doctor could go home tomorrow and say I was polluted, I followed Jim Jones, they’ll scratch his ass from ever bein’ a doctor. They say, if you so suck– fuckin’ stupid that you woulda– did all that for him, and you were with that group that they’re telling all those lies about, you ain’t never gonna be no doctor in this USA! And that’s what’s gonna happen to his ass. He ain’t gonna get to practice his fuckin’ law, and that’s all his white ass lives for.
Jones: He wants to get back, and he wants to be a politician. He thinks he’s gonna win an election on our– on our death, by crucifying us, he’s gonna get into some little job. Shit, they won’t give him dog-catcher job when we get through with him.
Jones: You better– you better– you better– you better fuck to kill when you playin’ with us, baby! You better get us killed ‘cause we– if you don’t get us killed, we’ll get yo’ ass.
Jones: And if you get us all killed, we’ll say hallelujah! And you can’t get us all killed, so you better be nice.
Jones: (Excited) So when you take on to fightin’ me, you’ve already dirtied my goddamn name all over the whole wide USA! So they said I was this, he said I’m that, so I’m gonna prove– Well, we got documented evidence where he filed in, and people visit him in his attorney’s office. He’s the district attorney. You gotta file in and file out, you know, baby, (unintelligible word). If you don’t, you go through a secretary to make your call so we can subpoena witnesses. Oh, I think that’s much better than, some of you wanna go back and shoot his ass, I think that’s much better. Oh, my yes!
Jones: (unintelligible), this is worse than death to him. This is gonna be worse than death. That he was settin’ in the DA’s office and ordered a handbook, and we got the mails to prove it. He ordered a handbook, to know how to make bombs, and he told Bonnie Beck to go and Xerox a copy? (Voice drops) Oh Jesus! Mr. Respectable, born again Christian. (Voice climbs) And I don’t care how much he stands up and says, I met Jesus! I met Jesus! If he’da met Jesus, goddamn him, I wouldn’t feel so bad at him, but if he’da met– even though uh, Jesus is a spook, I’da had more respect for the fucker, but he (unintelligible word) still lyin’, doin’ all this racist shit, appealin’ to people on– based on lies, and try to whip up uh, race hate that will affect every black person in America by sayin’ two black men tried to pull that old bitch– that old white bitch over and– and– and rape her ass. Ain’t nobody stupid enough to rape her ass. (Stumbles over words) And we haven’t got no black people up there. We had to move ‘em all out. Anybody that’s that lowdown– he ain’t met no Jesus, he’s a dirty, rotten, son-of-a-bitch, and he’s now got his Jesus, and all of ‘em got their Jesus, they’re lyin’, faster than a horse can trot.
Crowd: (Delayed applause)
Jones: Chargin’ me– chargin’ me for preachin’ there is no God. By God, it’s best to tell the truth. There ain’t no God. This is terrible to act like you believe in God and carry on like these fools are carryin’ on. They deserve to get whatever the shit comes to them. They wanna be Mr. Clean? We got a tape where one of our sisters called up and said, (Imitates voice of Concerned Relative) I’m (unintelligible word)– I’m– I’m so concerned– I got a– I got a member of my family over there, and I’m afraid they’re beatin’ ‘em over there. He says, oh, I know how you feel. Said, I thought it was socialist, so the old fucker, he lays these Christian garments off for a moment, he thinks he’s talking to a socialist. He said they’re not Marxist. No, they’re– they’re not Marxists like we are.
Jones: That’s the last fuckin’ thing he wants to have haunting him, but I got me a plan for that shit, too. He goes on tryin’ to convert a socialist, said they’re not really socialist. They don’t– they don’t– they don’t support any socialist movement around the world, they– he– he just works for his own people. He makes himself look like the Marxist, and he tries to discredit me and make me look like a capitalist, I’m gonna nail his ass for that, ‘cause that was done last we– that was done last month.
Jones: That’s after he met Jesus, and he’s still sayin’ he’s a Marxist. Don’t fuck with me, baby, ‘cause you better get up early in the morning to outfuck this old fox.
Jones: (Voice drops) Stand up, and you get to go home. (Pause) There good man who’s tired of meeting sittin’ on his feet first so we get to go home, ‘cause a good man stood up. Put your hands to your neighbor and touch them with some compassion. (Pause) You’re in the best possible place you could be. You got purpose on your life, and thank you for your patience and standing–
Man in crowd: I got– I got one uh– There’s one question. Was this uh, would this stop the other co-conspirators from working with him, this action?
Jones: I think it’ll make him slightly nervous. Particularly if they say the newspaper’s gonna print it. We can make our own newspaper, and he can’t sue us. Anything that’s made a matter of public record in a suit is open to the whole goddamn world. He can’t sue us for printin’ anything. We don’t have to say nothin’ else, but just that shit. (Short laugh) And pass it from door to door to door to door. Here’s what Tim Stoen did, here’s what Tim Stoen– here’s what the court case, the suit, declares what Tim Stoen did under oath and penalty of perjury! ‘Cause every damn thing there that he told is the truth. We don’t lie on these fuckers, you can just tell the truth. So shit, we don’t mind, ‘cause our attorney said we had all these (laughs) ways of defendin’ ourselves so– and the funny thing about it is, that not one gun you gave him ever– ever was sent here. So let him account where all those guns are. That’s his damn problem. Right?
Jones: I want– I want the authorities to ask him where all the guns are. What’d Tim Stoen do with all of our goddamn guns. Ha-ha! He’s got Jesus? Let him explain that, and explain how he was a Marxist last month. That’s good. All right, my darlings. Tell three great things, three great things that happened, miracles, scientific socialism of the mind.
(Tape edit. Loud high-pitched noise, ululation, cheers from crowd.)
Jones: Yes! One phrase, that’s good. Don’t ever use a phrase “crazy nigger.” Not for a while. Don’t ever admit you even know it. If anybody asks you, what’s that? I don’t know that word. I’m black. Hm? If any spy wanted to come in, that could (unintelligible) play a little bit with that. And we don’t believe in suicide, and that’s the damn truth. They have to kill us, they want us out of the way, don’t they? Good night. Much love, much love, much love. Nine o’clock, now let’s be on the job at nine, so uprising is at eight.
Male: The boat crew– The boat crew has to leave at seven.
Another Male: The boat crew– The boat crew oughta leave at seven.
Jones: The boat crew has to leave at seven. They’ll make it up to you, the other time your–
End of tape
Tape originally posted January 2013