Malik Muhammad

Published on 8/05/2026

A zine version of this essay formatted for printing can be accessed here: https://malikspeaks.noblogs.org/files/2026/08/malik-black-august-2026-PRINT.pdf

As Black August approaches, I am reminded of the sacrifices of our revolutionaries, and our duty. To fight AND to win, as Assata said. The fascist police states repression is intensifying steadily. The violence of the military industrial complex spreads round the world threatening WW3 daily. The climate disaster we stare down daily is fueled by capitalists’ insatiable greed and need for “more.” What that “more” is I couldn’t say. The prison industrial complex warehouses black and brown poor people in a slow genocidal death march as the arm expands to immigration warehousing. These telecom and prison services companies exploit our people, squeezing every last dime from us, as they take our lives in here too.

So what DO we do? We do our duty. “It is our duty to fight AND our duty to WIN!” That’s what Assata reminds us to do: fight and win. And what a privilege it is to fight. The carceral state’s repression has claimed the lives of many, from turtle island defenders to prairieland defendants. Persecuted for their action, their resistance. We can say they did nothing wrong, but even in doing that, we enforce the state’s narrative that some things are OK and some are not. The state is an unjust beast, its violence a repressive tool that will not spare you, whether you move a box or shoot a gun or vote the wrong way. The state is on the hunt for dissidents.

So what do we do? We do our fucking duty. Our siblings sitting inside with decades or even for just a single day should not be made to wait for us to be “ready” for abolition. Oppression is here now, abolition is needed now, not tomorrow. Not one more should be dragged away by the state. Smothered without air to breathe. Soul and life force sucking.

While reading Martin Sostre’s biography with some siblings here inside SCDC, a part that stood out was Martin speaking on his being upset at the long arm of the political part of prisoner support and the absence of the militancy. At a time when Assata was sprung and those who carried out that daring liberation were hoping it’d ignite a movement and spark peoples’ minds, he saw as they soon found out, that the movement lacked much needed teeth. There’s an enormous focus on publications and print media, uplifting voices from the inside and even legal action for redress of conditions – still — prison is prison and we are abolitionists, are we not? Did Assata say it was our duty to fight and sustain? Fight endure? No, she emphasized our duty to WIN.

We do not win against the fascists if all we do is sustain our revolutionaries until their deaths inside. Keeping them comfortable — but ONLY within the confines of what the STATE ALLOWS. Canteen, calls, tablet time – sure, all things the state can profit from and will HAPPILY take your money for. But a political prisoner once said the best thing his support crew got him while inside was gunpowder and parts to make a gun. And so he did. Our duty is to fight and to win, the state is no omnipotent beast, not all powerful or inevitable. There was a time before and there will be a time after. That AFTER will not come without a push, a shove off a 30-storey building. It takes action; our people require that direct action, that immediate redress. The state kidnapped, ransomed, extorted and held hostage those you love, those who were undertaking their DUTY, what do we do? We do our duty, we fight and we win.

August 3rd approaches, commemorating the Underground Railroad’s existence. Think about that: the path to liberation was laid and paved in desperation for freedom and all these years later on, these modern plantations continue? We in the movement allow ourselves to just sustain them and attempt to bargain with the state for our fallen? If this country and its repressive tactics of labeling of any dissident as “Antifa” says ANYTHING, it’s that it doesn’t matter WHAT you do, you WILL be hunted, branded and persecuted by the state… so go big or go home, right? Where would the movement be today if our underground railroad meant that IF the state catches you, freedom will loom large, just on the cusp? If we could say “hold on Sib, we’re coming for you” — oh how bold our action might be! How scared the state would be to find that their MAIN tool of repression, incarceration with decades-long numbers, falls flat before our revolutionaries because our movement has teeth, because our movement doesn’t seek comfort INSIDE, but seeks liberation and freedom! Freedom for our people outside and abolition of the state everywhere! For the love of the people, freedom, and liberation, and because to do our duty and to do it well and WIN is the calling.

It’s the demand of Assata, Afeni, Mutulu, Martin Sostre, Hampton, Huey, Guevara, Tupac, George and Johnathan Jackson, Fleeta Drumgo and Clutchette, Harriet Tubman, Marcus Garvey — it is not an ask; it’s a demand that we do our duty and do it well.

Black August approaches, days of significance fill the month, a black history month the state will not give us –and that’s what makes it all the more special. Like Juneteenth prior to the state giving it to us, it’s special because it’s ours. We decide what’s important and relevant to us.

Black August is important for political education, physical fitness and unity. The three pillars of black August that should extend outside of these gates and fences and walls. Why? Because the underground railroad was not established by those not physically capable and fit. It was not established by those not versed in the systems of constraints, legal apparatus and cohesion that bound us into slavery. It was not functioning for so long without unity among those free and those held hostage enslaved.

G eorge Jackson is largely honored during Black August as he should be, being a fine example of what a black man should be. Steadfast and resolute. His example left for us a map to freedom, but he got the map from those who tread the path before him. Our people plotted this path with the stars, with our hair, seeking freedom is in our blood. As a people, we know what we must do. As abolitionists, we know what we must do. As revolutionaries, we KNOW what we must do. We must do our duty. A people cannot be so repressed that they cannot fight back. Inside and out, we must prepare. Build and establish these networks and roads, maintain them and act. Oppression is here now, it’s only intensifying. Our people and planet is dying. What will YOU do?

For Black August, work out in groups of no less than two. 100 reps of something per day. Collective reps will be reflected in the date’s significance (e.g. August 1-2, 1943 Harlem race riot = 1943 reps). It is not about what YOU can do but what we can do together OK? So link with people to do these reps, get 5 and divide it however you can.

Political education as well, at least one hour of study and reading per day together. Get a group, read and hold open discussion, discuss the date’s significance and what sparked it. No one knows everything, but everyone knows SOMETHING, and collaborative group discussions can spark ideas and create paths yet to be trod.

Unity is the most important pillar of Black August to me. Unity with your cohort outside AND your siblings inside. Learn and get to know your siblings, those around you. You’re more apt to fight and protect and defend the sibs you know than ones you don’t.

“Learn to see me as a brother instead of two distant strangers and that’s how it’s supposed to be / how can the devil take a brother if he’s close to me?”
– Tupac Shakur

Mentally fit, physically capable, and united together. That’s what’s it’s about.

Reading List

William C. Anderson, “The Nation on No Map” (2021)

Kuwasi Balagoon, “A Soldier’s Story” (2001)

Lorenzo Kom’boa Ervin, “Anarchism and the Black Revolution” (1979)

Garret Felber, “A Continuous Struggle: The Revolutionary Life of Martin Sostre” (2025)

Eugenia Ginzburg, “Journey into the Whirlwind” (1967)

George Jackson, “Blood in My Eye” (1971)

George Jackson, “Soledad Brothers” (1970)

From malikspeaks

The Biden admin’s fascist state propagated prosecution of me to “appear as hard on left wing extremists as the right.” This kicked off the politicized nature of my case. A “Black, Muslim, militant, extremist domestic terror threat,” as my FBI profile says. But I’ve been designated a “doomed man” in the words of George Jackson, long before the FBI did so. Born poor, Black, and Muslim, twenty five was the average age we’d make it to before being dead or in jail. The fascist state’s systems of oppression orchestrate the demise of doomed men, women, and children like this, daily, for fun. They love their controlled and manipulated statistics.

I’m no one to be controlled. ODOC [Oregon Department of Corrections] found that out, clear and present. No matter the hole they put me in, nor the length of time they put me there, I do not capitulate. Nor does the community of love and solidarity and rage I have. The people who fight the state because resistance IS essence, because the people are what matter, their love endures. Oregon chose now — after all their state sanctioned violence did not break me — to make me the problem of another DOC, and to attempt to sever the ties and connections forged in the crucible of revolutionary love and struggle. They’ll succeed in making me another DOC’s problems, at least. But as an abolitionist, it’s nothing new. Our rage at the carceral state encompasses ALL prisons. Cuz none are free ’till we ALL are free, ’till ALL cages are empty, and all prisons are libraries. As a revolutionary, prison is just another front for the war. Any prison.

So I’ll fight and resist on this new front, I’ll continue to agitate, aggravate, and organize against the state. I will NOT leave ODOC alone either. They will need to answer for their hole abuses, their hindering of my legal counsel, turning away visitors without cause or reason. Their blatant, racist political persecution. And their hope that sending me across the u.s. to the south would see me as a fish out of water — but I can swim anywhere. Anywhere the people are, I’ll build community through love, rage, and solidarity.

ODOC did not like my cross racial study group. They didn’t like the education of the people because they prefer slaves. But to break free from the slave mentality, one must be ACUTELY aware of being one. That’s why education is the cornerstone to giving the people the tools to liberate themselves. Militancy without education is wanton aggression. Political education without militancy is all theory — academic. To forge both is to create a weapon most deadly against the state. So ODOC created a fictitious reason to put me in the hole, then created an in-house RICO charge because the other wouldn’t stick. They painted the blog and fundraiser as racketeering and spreading propaganda.The DR [disciplinary review] (I wish I still had it) was as ridiculous as the RICO charge on the Stop Cop City siblings. They wrote it in such a way to convince their superiors I was a threat to be sent away.

No one gets sent FROM Oregon to South Carolina, one of the most dangerous DOC’s in this fascist carceral state. The Lee County riots saw twenty one dead, forty five injured. This prison system has one of the worst overcrowding in the country. The intake and reception process takes up to 180 days — I’ve heard people be here longer — because they don’t have any bedspace. They get bedspace when someone is killed. Each soul carted off from R&E [Reception and Evaluation] to their prison is replacing a dead one. They passed an overcrowding act to let out nonviolent people. They make everyone eligible for parole and do percentages on their time, and still, they do not have enough beds for the people the state persecutes. R&E is three to a cell — one on the floor because there’s only two bunks.

The food has no nutritional value — yesterday’s breakfast was bread and water. This system believing prisoners deserve bread and water is on par with this being the Bible belt, the Antebellum south, the home of those capitalists that sent poor racist whites to defend their ideal form of capital accumulation against the north and were rewarded with Black codes, the prisoner leasing program, and the mass incarceration we see today. Of course, they don’t even believe we deserve bread and water. We’re still only 3/4 of a human being. Work horses that need to be beat, not food.

They mask the racism by having a nominally all Black staff. That means nothing. The overseers of the plantation are just inundated and indoctrinated to do the bare minimum, not think. They’re turnkeys, nothing more. That’s why they do not stop violence, much like how pigs on the street can hide behind the Supreme Court decision that ruled they have “no duty to protect,” so can these fascists let stabbings occur, even orchestrate them, and continue on overseeing the plantation. Who cares about another Black man’s death in here? Certainly not those coming for a check. Prisons are an otherwise destitute economy, providing careers for those not qualified to work at McDonald’s — which would be much more respectable.

Thanks to this transfer and being in R&E, I missed the Eid meal in Oregon and could not participate in the one here. The state’s repressive tools seek to break me down and eviscerate my relationships, but the people who love the people, like I, don’t break so easily and exist all over the u.s. I take state repression as a sign I’m doing something right. Anytime you have the oppressor in a reactionary stance — it’s good. Their rigidity and yearning for consistency is their downfall.

An anarchist’s greatest weapons are their critical thinking skills and adaptability. I adapt well. No environment can change me or break me. So I’ll do here what I do. I’ll organize, aggravate and agitate against the state. I’ll rally community. I’ll educate. I’ll grow ties, build bonds, and forge relationships that will endure lifetimes full of revolutionary love, rage, and solidarity. I’ll never stop fighting for the people. I’ll live, fight, and die for them because I love the people. Because I am the people, not the pig. And those that are with me, I hope it’s not out of pity, but cuz you realize this shit is killing you, too, however much more softly [1]. Ours is a love, rage, and solidarity that recognizes no imaginary border lines, abandons the constructs of time, permeates through walls, bars, and prison gates. It stays like the roots of an oak, stands tall as the fir, and may bend as the willow but still defies gravity and won’t break. Our love persists like daisies pushing through sidewalk cracks and dandelions blown through the wind, scattered from a child’s wish.

I sit on the floor in this cell, meant for two but rooming three, awaiting the ticking clock to send me to what will be my residence for the next four years. And I am reassured, steadfast, and ready. This is an opportunity to meet new people, organize in a new space, a new state. To do whatever I feel called to, by my creator and myself. It feels like part of the plan, Allah’s plan. I will remember that resistance is essence. And no matter the circumstances, I’ll sow seeds of revolutionary love, rage, and solidarity.

At this time, they only give me two envelopes per month and four sheets of paper. I have to buy things from the “cadre” that work the units. It’s gross, prisoners exploiting prisoners, but that’s the deal. If I don’t respond right away to your letters, I will when I can.

If anyone from my queer Ashville community would reach out, I’d love to talk more about the community you’re forging there. I’d love to know if there are any groups like CARE out here.

Love rage & solidarity

Malik

Footnote

[1] From The Undercommons by Fred Moten and Stefano Harney.

Source: Malik Speaks! – 5/7/2026

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