” I do not expect the white media to create positive black male images.”- Huey Newton

Little Black Panthers

A Black Panther Party Member

Woman making the Black Power fist and carrying a bag of cereal given to her at a Panther's People's Free Food Program

Women sitting with their groceries from the Panther's People's Free Food Program

Front page of a "The Black Panther" newspaper issue in 1968

Female Panthers raising the Black Power fist

Members of the Black Panther Party

Huey Newton raising his fist at a Black Panther Party rally

Black Panthers, Tommie Smith and John Carlos, raising their fists at the 1968 Olympic games in Mexico City, Mexico

Whitey On The Moon- Gil Scott Heron 

A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey’s on the moon)
I can’t pay no doctor bills.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
Ten years from now I’ll be payin’ still
While Whitey’s on the moon.
You know, the man jus’ upped my rent las’ night,
’cause Whitey’s on the moon. 
No hot water, no toilets, no lights,
but Whitey’s on the moon.
I wonder why he’s uppi’ me? 
’cause Whitey’s on the moon?
Well I wuz already givin’ ‘im fifty a week
And now Whitey’s on the moon.
Taxes takin’ my whole damn check, 
The junkies make me a nervous wreck, 
The price of food is goin’ up, 
An’ as if all that crap wuzn’t enough,
A rat done bit my sister Nell. 
(with Whitey on the moon) 
Her face an’ arms began to swell
And Whitey’s on the moon.
Was all that money I made las’ year 
For Whitey on the moon?
How come I ain’t got no money here? 
Hmm! Whitey’s on the moon.
Y’know I jus’ about had my fill 
Of Whitey on the moon.
I think I’ll sen’ these doctor bills, 
Airmail special

To Whitey on the moon

No Knock-Gil Scott Heron 

You explained it to me I must admit
But just for the record you were talkin’ shit
Y’all rap about no knock bein’ legislated
For the people you’ve always hated
In this hell hole you, we, call home

No knock, the man will say
To keep that man from beating his wife
No knock, the man will say
To keep people from themselves

No knockin’, head-rockin’, inter-shockin’
Shootin’, cussin’, killin’, cryin’, lyin’
And bein’ white
No knock

No knocked on my brother Fred Hampton
Bullet holes all over the place
No knocked on my brother Michael Harris
And jammed a shotgun against his skull

For my protection?
Who’s gonna protect me from you?
The likes of you?
The nerve of you?
Your tomato face deadpan
Your dead hands ending another freedom fan

No knockin’, head rockin’, inter-shockin’
Shootin’, cussin’, killin’, cryin’, lyin’
And bein’ white

But if you’re wise, no knocker
You’ll tell your no-knockin’ lackeys
Ha!
No knock on my brother’s head
No knock on my sister’s head
No knock on my brother’s head
No knock on my sister’s head

And double lock your door
Because soon someone may be no-knockin’
Ha, ha!
For you

All Power To The People!: The Black Panther Party and Beyond