Love Beyond the Wall: The Resurrection of George Jackson

Abstract

It was two days before his assassination at San Quentin prison, on August 21, 1971, that I saw George Jackson for the last time. He blew me a kiss through the glass divider between us, until the next visit. The radio news commentaries in the early afternoon of August 21st were scattered but wild, reporting a melee had broken out at San Quentin between guards and prisoners. There was no doubt George, Comrade George, Field Marshal of the Black Panther Party, was at the center of it, attacked, again. He would resist their assault, again. He could not die, I believed. Even shackled, as he always appeared by then, he was more powerful than the reactionaries. They could not kill him. At the end of the day, several guards would be killed, their throats slit.