I dedicate this work to every uncounted and forgotten Tobias, from Africa to the innercity streets of America. Every year I choose a day to celebrate Tobias, my African LBGTQ ancestor, by dressing in all white clothing or in my true nakedness. I invite someone to eat, enjoy a movie, spoken word, and raps, and singing, or reciting introspective poetry that is ethnographic in content. Dance and just be.
I cut my hair into a fro-hawk style to recognize the Mohawk tribe that embraced a white man and his African slave boy and/or lover without sexual orientation discrimination.
And now the perceived image of Tobias is now the face of the historical-first-ever California condemned LGBTQ spirituality group, a group that produces The Sound Mind Streamer for the spiritual edification of the most undeserved prison subculture communities, where every day is Tobias Day.
From victim to victor, I am Tobias. We are Tobias. Discovering each other again.
Today marks my eighth year of cutting another version of ethnographic stylings of the "fro-hawk" into my hair.
I've seen other Africans in this hairstyle. I can't wait until all of my hair is totally gray so I can really rock it in winter. I do this one time every year. I invite you to join us in our new tradition of honor, love, and unity.
Year one: adorn frohawk for 24 hours and cut to a new journey. Second year: adorn frohawk for 48 hours and cut to a new journey. Third year, three days. Fourth year, four days. And so on—until your forever.
Today ends the eighth day. At midnight, I cut to a new journey—to invite us all to look for each other, find each other, find and care for each other, and lead each other by the creation of new ideas and actions that encourage us all to think for ourselves, provide for each other, forgive those who cause us harm, and fight for our right of universal nature to exist as we are, in our own space, open to each other.
I dedicate this work to an African slave boy named Tobias. I also generated my perceived image of Tobias to another California death row artist named Robert Dunson, and Robert brought the image to life, inspiring me to make Tobias's image the centerpiece of our LGBTQ spirituality group membership card.
Like most lil' black boys in America, we found Tobias while looking at something else. Yes, a story about the New Netherlands about 1647. Yes, I just said circa 1647.
Although the original story was "The Tale of Harmen Meynedertz van den Bogert in the era, of a territory we now know as New York, I kept noticing how Harmen was running away from being put in prison for committing sodomy with his African slave Tobias. At least twice, Harmen was put in prison and he escaped each time. Tobias was either waiting for him or escaping with Harmen. Not typical "slave behavior."
The story goes on to state that Harmen and Tobias escaped again for a third time, fleeing to the Mohawk Valley due to Harmen being the first white man allowed to cross into the Mohawk Valley. The tribe ironically allowed a special place within their culture for what we know now as "gay people," calling them "two spirits" in 1647.
The Dutch chased Harmen and Tobias in the Mohawk Valley of Big Nose Mountain and a battle took place. Some Mohawk storehouses were burned before Harmen "and Tobias" were taken into custody for the third escape. The Mohawks sued the Dutch after learning of the white man's laws and collected damages. Let it be known that one of Harmen's many professions was law, and wow.
I'm focusing on this third escape because, while fleeing across the icy surface of the Hudson near the present day I-90 bridge, Harmen fell through the ice and drowned. According to the story—good story, by the way—this Harmen cat predates the term multitasking.
However, nothing is written about what happened to Tobias. So I searched my own spirit for the best possible answer. I envision Tobias returning to the Mohawk Tribe that fought with him and Harmen against the Dutch. I can see Tobias living out the rest of his life among the "two spirits" only to be discovered as perhaps the first LGBTQ African slave on record in a land that would later become the United States. Another wow.
So to lil' black boys today from the innercity streets of America, in Tobias, we are able to find ourselves in history. Living a life of being hunted, incarcerated, fighting for freedom, being fostered, and cared for by those with the heart to embrace us as we are, and survivors yet unaccounted for in our own stories, forgotten by our own—until we stumble upon discovering ourselves, by ourselves, and each other.
Jack, my name is Bill King but I write books under the name "Bill Ectric." I go to Saint John's Cathedral and Dean Kate told me about your poetry, which I really like. I've self-published three books. Self-publishing has the advantage of satisfying my impatience on getting published, but it has its downside, because there is no big publishing company to promote and distribute the books, so I have to do it on my own. I haven't really sold that many books. I'm trying to think of an idea for a book that might be accepted by Church Publishing. The books I've written so far are not really related to being a Christian. Don't get me wrong, they are not anti-Christian. I am a Christian but my books tend to be about the life I lead a long time ago, before I decided to live for God. Anyway, I wanted to say hello and offer to send you one of my books, if I am allowed to do that. Talk to you later, Bill King
It's still August 8th and I know you like suggestions on what to write about. I've been perusing your blog posts (there are so many!!)
I don't know if you've touched on the subject of Prison Food - in detail. A fully accounted detail of what is served daily and your thoughts on that would be amazing.
(If already done, perhaps you could give me an approximate time you posted that, or the name of the post ??)
Do you feel you're being fed well? Enough calories? Variety? Obviously it lacks flavour as you mentioned in one post.
Food in a place like prison I would think to be really important! Calories, variety , and flavours would give you something to look forward to. I'd also hate to think prisoners weren't getting enough to give them the feeling of fullness.
You had also mentioned in a post, there were alternate trays. Can you explain this? As well, if a prisoner has dietary restrictions, such as a lactose intolerance, do they accommodate you for that?
RSS
I cut my hair into a fro-hawk style to recognize the Mohawk tribe that embraced a white man and his African slave boy and/or lover without sexual orientation discrimination.
And now the perceived image of Tobias is now the face of the historical-first-ever California condemned LGBTQ spirituality group, a group that produces The Sound Mind Streamer for the spiritual edification of the most undeserved prison subculture communities, where every day is Tobias Day.
From victim to victor, I am Tobias. We are Tobias. Discovering each other again.
Today marks my eighth year of cutting another version of ethnographic stylings of the "fro-hawk" into my hair.
I've seen other Africans in this hairstyle. I can't wait until all of my hair is totally gray so I can really rock it in winter. I do this one time every year. I invite you to join us in our new tradition of honor, love, and unity.
Year one: adorn frohawk for 24 hours and cut to a new journey. Second year: adorn frohawk for 48 hours and cut to a new journey. Third year, three days. Fourth year, four days. And so on—until your forever.
Today ends the eighth day. At midnight, I cut to a new journey—to invite us all to look for each other, find each other, find and care for each other, and lead each other by the creation of new ideas and actions that encourage us all to think for ourselves, provide for each other, forgive those who cause us harm, and fight for our right of universal nature to exist as we are, in our own space, open to each other.
Tobias, badiare.
I dedicate this work to an African slave boy named Tobias. I also generated my perceived image of Tobias to another California death row artist named Robert Dunson, and Robert brought the image to life, inspiring me to make Tobias's image the centerpiece of our LGBTQ spirituality group membership card.
Like most lil' black boys in America, we found Tobias while looking at something else. Yes, a story about the New Netherlands about 1647. Yes, I just said circa 1647.
Although the original story was "The Tale of Harmen Meynedertz van den Bogert in the era, of a territory we now know as New York, I kept noticing how Harmen was running away from being put in prison for committing sodomy with his African slave Tobias. At least twice, Harmen was put in prison and he escaped each time. Tobias was either waiting for him or escaping with Harmen. Not typical "slave behavior."
The story goes on to state that Harmen and Tobias escaped again for a third time, fleeing to the Mohawk Valley due to Harmen being the first white man allowed to cross into the Mohawk Valley. The tribe ironically allowed a special place within their culture for what we know now as "gay people," calling them "two spirits" in 1647.
The Dutch chased Harmen and Tobias in the Mohawk Valley of Big Nose Mountain and a battle took place. Some Mohawk storehouses were burned before Harmen "and Tobias" were taken into custody for the third escape. The Mohawks sued the Dutch after learning of the white man's laws and collected damages. Let it be known that one of Harmen's many professions was law, and wow.
I'm focusing on this third escape because, while fleeing across the icy surface of the Hudson near the present day I-90 bridge, Harmen fell through the ice and drowned. According to the story—good story, by the way—this Harmen cat predates the term multitasking.
However, nothing is written about what happened to Tobias. So I searched my own spirit for the best possible answer. I envision Tobias returning to the Mohawk Tribe that fought with him and Harmen against the Dutch. I can see Tobias living out the rest of his life among the "two spirits" only to be discovered as perhaps the first LGBTQ African slave on record in a land that would later become the United States. Another wow.
So to lil' black boys today from the innercity streets of America, in Tobias, we are able to find ourselves in history. Living a life of being hunted, incarcerated, fighting for freedom, being fostered, and cared for by those with the heart to embrace us as we are, and survivors yet unaccounted for in our own stories, forgotten by our own—until we stumble upon discovering ourselves, by ourselves, and each other.
Bill King
It's still August 8th and I know you like suggestions on what to write about. I've been perusing your blog posts (there are so many!!)
I don't know if you've touched on the subject of Prison Food - in detail. A fully accounted detail of what is served daily and your thoughts on that would be amazing.
(If already done, perhaps you could give me an approximate time you posted that, or the name of the post ??)
Do you feel you're being fed well? Enough calories? Variety? Obviously it lacks flavour as you mentioned in one post.
Food in a place like prison I would think to be really important! Calories, variety , and flavours would give you something to look forward to. I'd also hate to think prisoners weren't getting enough to give them the feeling of fullness.
You had also mentioned in a post, there were alternate trays. Can you explain this? As well, if a prisoner has dietary restrictions, such as a lactose intolerance, do they accommodate you for that?
Kindest Regards, Dee