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Overview

Amid the social turmoil of the 1960s and '70s, Flores Forbes was drawn to the Black Panther Party's mission of organizing resistance to police brutality. Eagerly joining the revolution, he soon found himself immersed in a culture of Mao-inspired rigor - and by the time he was twenty-five years old, he had earned a place in the Party's elite inner circle as a assistant chief of staff. Although ultimately his fierce dedication resulted in a deadly mistake that cost him his freedom, he finally got his life back after serving time in prison.

Now, in this remarkable memoir, Forbes vividly describes his transformation from an angry youth into a powerful partisan in the ranks of the black liberation movement. With intimate portraits of such BPP leaders as Elaine Brown, Eldridge Cleaver, and Huey P. Newton, Will You Die with Me? is a riveting firsthand look at some of the most dramatic events of the last century and a brutally honest tale of one man's journey from rage to redemption.

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"[A] blistering account...in lean, aggressive prose, shifting seamlessly between articulate circumspection and the hard-edged slang of his characters." - San Francisco Chronicle

"In unparalleled detail, we are given the inside story...The case [Forbes's] book makes against the Black Panther legend [is] hard to dismiss." - The New York Times Book Review

"Reads like a modern-day Crime and Punishment" - Publishers Weekly

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780743482660
  • Publisher: Atria Books
  • Publication date: 7/11/2006
  • Pages: 320
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.50 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Flores A. Forbes, recently profiled in Crain's New York Business, is the chief strategic officer of the Abyssinian Development Corporation in New York City.

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I was twelve years old that day in 1964, riding my brand-new Sting-Ray bicycle up the hill from my parents' home on Forty-seventh Street in Southeast San Diego. When I reached the intersection of Forty-seventh and Market, I could hear the tires of a car slowly following behind me on the gravel of the parking lot. I stopped at the light and heard a man with a distinctly Southern drawl call out, "Boy, come over here."

I was pretty scared by the time I turned around and saw two white policemen just getting out of their cruiser. The officers came over to me and said, "Would you come with us?" I started looking around for help. I wanted to shout, but nothing came out of my mouth. I was terrified. The policemen took my bike and put it in the trunk of their car, opened the back door, and told me to get in. People in their cars were looking at this scene, but they just passed on by. Like a frightened fool and the innocent I was, I hopped in. There was some degree of positive excitement: I was getting a ride in a police car. They drove me up the hill on Market Street toward downtown San Diego.

After a ten or fifteen-minute ride, they pulled into a residential area just short of downtown and drove up to several other police officers and a white couple. The car stopped and the cop on the passenger side got out and walked over to the group of people and pointed back toward me while explaining something. The couple walked over to my side of the car and peered in. They looked at me, then at each other, before the white man shook his head. He took the woman by her hand and walked back toward the policemen, who returned to the car, then drove me back to Forty-seventh Street and pulled into the parking lot I was kidnapped from. There was this huge crowd of people, and standing in the center was my mother. The policemen stopped, got out, and went around to open the trunk and get my bike. My mother, with the crowd of neighbors in tow, approached the cops, asking, "What are you doing with Flores? Did he do anything?" The cop got my bike and told my mother to "back off, bitch. This is official police business." My mother stopped in her tracks. This was the first time I ever saw my mother kill someone with a look. They let me out of the car. I ran to grab my bike and get near my mother. No sooner did this happen than the police car pulled off, spinning its tires in the gravel and kicking up rocks and dirt as it dipped into the street and drove away. For me, this was strike number one against the police.

The second strike came just two years later. It was nighttime and I was jogging around the track up at Lincoln High School, about two long blocks from my house. I was playing Pop Warner football, and I was two or three pounds overweight. So I wrapped my body from the waist up in cleaner's plastic underneath my workout clothes so that I could sweat the pounds away. I ran hard to the top of the hill where Lincoln High School sat. Tomorrow was Saturday and also game day, and I really wanted to play. On one corner, where the old Hudson store used to be, was a dance hall for young people. This was Friday night and it was packed. I could just barely hear the Temptations' latest record, "It's Growing," over the outside speaker. I turned left at the intersection and carefully crossed the street and headed toward the track. I crawled under the fence surrounding the track and began sprinting. I had been running for about fifteen minutes when I saw dozens of police cars racing past the track, headed for the dance hall. The young blacks at the dance were restless or something, or maybe it was the first signs of rebellion in San Diego, but they started throwing rocks, bottles, and what have you at the policemen, who had taken up positions behind their cars. The police made a push and everyone outside of the dance started to break for it, scattering down Forty-seventh Street and Ocean View Boulevard. Many were heading toward the campus. I continued my workout. Then this spotlight started following me as I ran around the track. Innocent and unsuspecting, I continued to run, thinking only about losing the weight and showing Coach Wallace that I was not the "lazy slob" he had called me at our last practice. All of a sudden I could see cop cars lining up along the fence just above the depressed field I was running on. As San Diego cops in beige uniforms began climbing the fence, I heard one of them say, "Here's one running down the track." I kept going, and as I made the turn, this one cop who was near me hit my legs with his club. The blow knocked me off my pace and I tumbled to the ground. I was then hit again with a club and kicked several times. Several cops with clubs, flashlights, and scowling faces surrounded me. One black cop interceded. It was Mr. Cunningham, the first black policeman I knew of in San Diego and the father of Marty, a friend. He walked over quickly and pulled me up and toward him with one hand while he pulled my sweatshirt hood off my head with the other. He flashed his light in my face.

"What are you doing up here running from us?" he said.

"I'm trying to make my weight for tomorrow, Mr. Cunningham," I said, almost crying.

The other cops pulled at me and jostled me before Mr. Cunningham said, "My God, this is the Forbes boy; he goes to school with my kid." They calmed down then. One of them said, "Get out of here and run home as fast as you can."

I broke the grip they had on me, ran to the fence, scaled it, and headed home. My heart was still pounding into the next day at the game. Two years later, when it finally dawned on me that there was something wrong with how the police had treated me, I got mad and wanted revenge.

This was actually an unusual occurrence for my quiet neighborhood and me. In the black community of Southeast San Diego, it had always been relatively quiet and safe. There was a time when you could leave your front doors open and unlocked. The community was populated with stable families. Everybody on my block and most of the people I knew had two parents. The single-parent households could be counted on one hand. However, we weren't without our problems. After saving every penny he could, plus his GI Bill voucher for housing, my father had attempted to purchase a home outside of Southeast San Diego in an area called Allied Gardens/Princess View Manor. This location was just east of the area called Hotel Circle, where Jack Murphy Stadium was located. His contract to purchase the home was blocked as the broker tried to steer him to another area that was predominately black.

Welcome to sunny San Diego.

It wasn't just mistreatment by police and the housing discrimination against my parents that motivated me to want to fight to change things and eventually join the BPP. Much of it had to do with the example my parents set, always trying to help people in general and our homeboys in particular. Both Fred and Catherine Forbes were extremely active in the black community of Southeast San Diego. They worked with and led the Horton Elementary School PTA. My mother was the president. My father was a scoutmaster with the Boy Scouts, and my mother was a den mother with the Cub Scouts. My father was a Little League coach, and both of my parents were very active in the church. Watching them working to help many of my friends made a lasting positive impression on me.

Copyright ©; 2006 by Flores Alexander Forbes

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    If only the cc, didn't have so much of a regard for one man, just think what the world would be today. I remember many of police officers thanking members of the party. Without it they wouldn't have a job, thinking they could do better, from anothr angle, then realizing this thing is bigger than they could imagine. Reading a book by Robert Conot, Rivers of Blood, Years of Darkness. I couldn't put it down, kept my interest so intense, knowing members from L.A. felt the pain. Knowing all the people in the book, I remember the little kids at the school, the smiles on the little faces on stage, on sundays. The people at the clinic, learning about their high blood pressure, and getting free medicine. Taking the kids to Children Hospital for sickle cell, and being a siclke cell counselor at the hospital. Going to North Peralta Com. College to play the piano. I took care of Huey's father after he had his stroke, and gave his mom her insulin shots, me and Norma trusted to do this task. The telethons, meeting Don, from soul train. This little girl name S. E. and met after the party when she was on tour with Marvin. Meeting other party members from all walks of life to help those who couldn't help themselves, like the children, and our elders. While in Viet-Nam, the stories of the brothers, from the big cities, didn't know each others, just living blocks away, banging against some of their friends. We made a pact if we make IT BACK TO THE WORLD, no more of the silly stuff. That was my goal in the party. Some members were high strung in putting their faith in a just cause, but wrong is wrong. Most members I talked with didn't always agreed with the ways and methods of the CC. I wouldn't want my grandchildren to grow up that way, tring to give them objectives, in making their own minds on what to do in the future. What if the meetings on Lakeshore Drive would have been about what the party started, helping little kids from getting hit crossing the street. helping the elderly, from getting robed, cashing SSI checks. Helping people in the community, get better housing, better jobs, education, and having the elected officials do the job they were elected for. Sounds like some hanky panky went on instead of doing the right thing. What about the good people that spent the best years of their lives to make changes in the good old boys system. How do you think they feel, once the word got out about the Will you Die with me, Buddha, Samurai. I'm more into Aikido as self defense. It helps us to develop presence of mind, and teaches us how to move in the most efficent manner. Again, presence of mind is far more important, and avoiding dangerous situations first is the key to self defense, especially in the case of women. Since growing up on Fort Dix, and hearing many storys about our armed services, having two classes, made me react to some of the mistakes I've made in my lifetime. After traveling to Japan, China, P.I. Germany. Mao being a great leader, no doubt, I grew up in LA. and went to high school in NJ. So the changes needed to be done in the small and big cities of USA, our problems are different. How can we change something we don't know nothing about the black community. Our history, our culture, at the end of the civil war, the end of so called slavery, People was ask where you going leaving the plantations. Replied I don't know. Ask anyone down on 5th street in San Diego, where you going, the reply might be I don't know. Who's right who's wrong, does it really matter, who is willing to try and save a world that is destined to die, so will you die with me. I'm proud to hear the brother, admit his mistakes, and get his life in a position to make changes the way his mom and dad raised him. Determination is a key to self-perservation, for others to learn from, and fly have shown us keep the faith.

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