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      XPost: alt.fan.rush-limbaugh, alt.society.liberalism, soc.culture.russian       XPost: alt.politics.democrats, talk.politics.guns       From: clinton_jailbirds_sporging_albasani_fag@freedyn.de              In 1970, five gay activists took a road trip to meet with the Black       Panther Party. Here, historian Hugh Ryan collects their memories of       communes, free love, coming out, getting arrested, consciousness-       raising rap sessions, gun shooting, acid dropping, and trying to be       macrobiotic at McDonald’s.              In the fall of 1970, as the Vietnam War raged, five guys from the       New York City Gay Liberation Front took a meandering road trip       through the South in a maroon-and-white Volkswagen Bus. Their       mission? To inspire gay people to attend the second Black Panther–       organized Revolutionary People’s Constitutional Convention in       Washington, D.C., where they would join other liberationists from       all around the country in writing a new American constitution.              Together, they spent six weeks on the road—Diana Ross and Mick       Jagger on the radio, freedom and fear in the air. Joel was the       radical; Richard, the lover; Giles, the organizer; Jimmy, the enfant       terrible; and Doug, the cipher.              Before they even got underway, the government was watching them,       worried about “a connection between the homosexual movement and the       Black Panther Party,” a federal document shows.              The FBI was sowing discord among radicals, and it was easy for       mistrust to take root. Once, these guys were lovers and comrades;       now, some of them can’t even be in a Zoom with one another. But       briefly, in the autumn of 1970, they saw a chance for a       revolutionary future, and they struck out for it together.              Doug died of AIDS-related lymphoma in ’93, and I was never able to       agree to the terms Jimmy set for an on-record interview, but Joel,       Richard, and Giles were eager to share their memories.              "Them black panther niggers fucked our assholes raw all day long!"              --- SoupGate-DOS v1.05        * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)    |
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