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Forty Years Ago Today: 1977 Hanafi Siege – March 9, 1977 – Otis & Marlena – Joni Mitchell


Otis & Marlena – Joni Mitchell – Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter, Asylum 1977

Marlena under Foster Grants
She’s undercover from the dawns advance
That girl is travel drained
And the neon mercury vapor stained
Miami sky
It’s red as meat
It’s a cheap pink rose
Otis in the driver’s seat
Watches the street lights fade away
On louvered blocks in green sea air
In fluorescent fossil yards
Slippers are shuffling into folding chairs
Freckled hands are shuffling cards

They’ve come for sun and fun
While Muslims stick up Washington *

Otis empties out the trunk
On the steps of that celebrated dump
Sleazing by the sea
Bow down to her royal travesty
In her ballrooms heads of state
In her bedrooms rented girls
Always the grand parades of cellulite
Jiggling to her golden pools
Through flock and cupid colonnades
They jiggle into surgery
Hopefully beneath the blade
They dream of golden beauty

They’ve come for sun and fun
While Muslims stick up Washington

Marlena white as stretcher sheet
Watches it all from her tenth floor balcony
Like it’s her opera box
All those Pagliacci summer frocks
Otis is fiddling with the TV dial
All he gets are cartoons and reruns
She taps her glass with an emery file
Watching three rings in the sun
The golden dive the fatted flake
And sizzle in the mink oil
It’s all a dream
She has awake
Checked into Miami Royal
Where they’ve come for sun and fun
While Muslims hold up Washington
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on
Dream on

© 1977; Crazy Crow Music

Joni Mitchell appears on the cover of Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter, 1977 – disguised as a black man © Joni Mitchell

Joni Mitchell appears on the cover of Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter, 1977 disguised as a black man © Joni Mitchell

*

On March 9, 1977, seven members of Khaalis’ group burst into the headquarters of B’nai B’rith, a few miles south of Khaalis’ headquarters, and took over 100 hostages. Less than an hour later, three men entered the Islamic Center of Washington, and took eleven hostages. At 2:20 pm, two Hanafis entered the District Building, three blocks from the White House. They went to the fifth floor looking for important people to take hostage. When an elevator opened the hostage-takers thought they were under assault and fired, killing Maurice Williams, a reporter for WHUR-FM radio, and injuring security guard Mack Cantrell. Then-councilman Marion Barry was struck by a ricochet in the chest, and two others were wounded. “Throughout the siege Khaalis denounced the Jewish judge who had presided at the trial of his family’s killers. ‘The Jews control the courts and the press,'” he repeatedly charged. – Wikipedia

Selma Alabama on that Sunday in March – Haisten’s Mattress & Awning Co – Edmund Pettus Bridge – #changethename

Bloody Sunday Selma, March 7, 1965 © FBI Photo Files

Six hundred marchers assembled in Selma on Sunday, March 7, and, led by John Lewis and other SNCC and SCLC activists, crossed the Edmund Pettus Bridge over the Alabama River en route to Montgomery. Just short of the bridge, they found their way blocked by Alabama State troopers and local police who ordered them to turn around. When the protesters refused, the officers shot teargas and waded into the crowd, beating the nonviolent protesters with billy clubs and ultimately hospitalizing over fifty people. “Bloody Sunday” was televised around the world. – See more at: http://www.blackpast.org/aah/bloody-sunday-selma-alabama-march-7-1965#sthash.JGyLnWdB.dpuf

Vincenzo & myself  in Selma on July 15, 2015 – © Frank H. Jump

Bendix Home Laundry Ad in Ringling Brothers Publicity Shot

As seen on NY1 News © AP Images (CLICK FOR LARGER IMAGE)

BEDFORD AVENUE

Bendix Home Laundry - Bed-Stuy
© Frank H. Jump

Bendix Home Laundry - Bed-Stuy
PHOTO BY CHRIS GLANCY taken on February 17, 2005 for an issue of SWINDLEMAGAZINE QUARTERLY.

Bendix Home Laundry – Bedford Avenue – Bed-Stuy 1997 – 2005

West 23rd Street & Sixth Avenue

© Frank H. Jump

Seen Along West 23rd Street – b/w B’way & Eighth – July 17, 2007

Seaports & Sandbars – Sandy Remnants – Beach 116th Street – Rockaway Park

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

© Frank H. Jump

Wall of Dreams – Latest Watercolour from Sandra Walker, RI

© Sandra Walker RI

“Wall of Dreams”

I found this crumbling wall in a derelict area of Manchester (UK – not New Hampshire). It seemed to speak eloquently of the dreams that Messrs Hall and Rogers must once have had…judging from their array of merchandise, e.g., fireplaces, sanitary ware, catering equipment, etc.

Thanks Frank. I’m glad you like it.

Best,
Sandra x

Long Island Railroad Sub-Station No. 1 – Atlantic Avenue, Brooklyn

© Frank H. Jump

Greenpoint Savings Bank – Crown Heights, Brooklyn

© Frank H. Jump

Brighton Certified Cold Fur Storage – Brighton Beach, Brooklyn

© Frnak H. Jump

Featured Fade – Nashville Products Co – Nashville, TN – Estelle Saltiel

© Estelle Saltiel

Nashville Products Co manufactured disinfectants according to Google Books

How do surviving near-death experiences change you?

How do surviving near-death experiences change you? What would you do if your car malfunctions on a highway while traveling 55 miles per hour and you try as hard as you can to keep the car steady on the road. You feel the car pulling to the right, and you turn left and no matter what you do, you ultimately lose control of the car, hit a guard rail and crash through a “Trump/Pence: Make America Great Again” billboard and your car rolls three times stopping upside down. You get out of the car without a scratch not even knowing how you got out.

© Vincenzo Aiosa

Then what? How does this change the trajectory of your life? Or what if you survive being sexually abused at age fourteen by a summer camp dramatics counsellor twice your age who tells you lies and says he loves you then leaves you with strange men for some cigarette money?

Frank Jump at sixteen in 1976 © Frank H. Jump

Or what if you find out at age 26 that for the last two years you have had HIV in a period time almost a decade before antivirals were developed. What do you do with that information? How does this knowledge inform your decisions on short-term and long-term goals. Do all goals fall by the wayside or do you become urgently driven to survive- and not just settle for a mediocre survival but a transformative one that transforms not just your life but the lives of others around you.

Eleven years later at an ACT UP demo at Memorial Sloan Kettering © Jon Nalley

I’m speaking from my experiences and the experiences of others. These events have happened to me and those for whom I care deeply. Ponder this: what if you survive a war in which you were on the brink of starvation only to become physically abused by your father and sexually abused by a neighbor. Your only escape is to marry a man you don’t love – you blow up the dikes and create an ocean separating you from the flood of memories of your past and continuing mental hardship.

Amsterdam 1958, Willy (center) with (from the left) her Mom, Harold Jump, her father and his mother. © Frank H. Jump

My mother did this and made a life for herself for the most part on her terms. Willy navigated a post-WWII late fifties American social landscape with a post-WWII Amsterdam sensibility. She was a stranger in a provincial but quickly evolving culture that valued traditional families, excessive consumerism and strict adherence to gender roles.

Christmas 1966 © Frank H. Jump

This all became her new reality a little over a decade after her father would forage through local gardens for tulip bulbs to bring home for dinner. Tulip bulb soup. Or going out with her mother to search for food in the farmland outside Amsterdam. Willy’s mother Johanna Maria would leave her in a safe house, an earthen-like structure with a grass roof that looked like pasture from above – disguised from German or Allied planes aerial sorties. Willy sat waiting anxiously, sometimes until dusk for her mother to return sometimes with just four frozen carrots crusted with clay and a half rotten onion. While walking back to their stowed bicycle constantly scanning the sky and the horizon for troop movement, a horse quietly followed them, my mother walking slower behind her mother with her precious carrot behind her back unaware of the hungry mare’s intentions until she felt its hot equine breath on her hand. These stories came to Willy after years of suppression, often after smoking a doobie, but almost always during our visits back to Amsterdam, the sounds and smells of the city conjuring and coaxing these deep seated neural seed stores.

Early selfie with disposable camera in Amsterdam with my mother during the Gay Games in 1996 © Frank H. Jump