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A Gift of Justice


A Disclosure of Meaningful Definition


Recently, one of my dear BlackPlanet.com Network friends wrote me concerning whether or not SIAM is guilty of perpetrating anti-Semitism. Perhaps this Letter to Lady E may clarify things for others who may find SIAM’s written response an enlightening and significant one. The following is her letter to SIAM and his response to her:

"My Dear Siam...I am so pleased to see you have returned here.......so I am contacting you to regenerate our friendship.....I was disturbed by something, however......I am hoping that I misread or perhaps misunderstood that there is anti-Semitism evoked in a work of yours.....I have no problem standing up for equal rights regarding those that seek them.......but as an artist and seeker of truth, I cannot condone hate in any form.........the world is too small...we are here to move to the next level and share love and wisdom........all of us have experienced lives in skins of all hues.....in lands of all geographical descriptions....past and present meld together for all people. .........I hope to hear from you soon.. .....Peace, Lady E"





"Not to decide is to decide"

- Dr. Harvey Cox of the Harvard Divinity School


All Sacred greetings to you my beloved sister Lady E,


There is a vast difference in anti-Semitism and anti-Zionism; SIAM is against what a multitude of orthodox Jewish Rabbis and many Jewish people presently living in Israel and elsewhere in the world are also against. i and they are against what is called Zionism and the present Zionist government of the State of Israel; and we have taken a stand all over the world against the injustices perpetrated by such a now unjust, anti-God government. i do not hate anyone, but i do hate injustice and the innocent slaughter of millions of Palestinians by a Zionist government that presently is behind such slaughter with high-tech weapons that are being supplied by this United States government that your and my tax money is now supporting. As an artist and as a decent HUman BEing, if i don't take a stand against injustice, racism, and the mass slaughter of little innocent children wherever it is being committed, then IAM as guilty as the ones  carrying it out. Look up all the information that exist on the Internet concerning the thousands of Jewish people who are now speaking out against the same atrocities and horrendous war crimes that are being committed by the Zionist Israeli government as i write you these very words. i have joined them (the righteous Jewish people of this world) in crying out against Zionism, and certainly Jewish Rabbis and the many Jewish people i have joined forces with are not anti-Semite - how can they be, they are Jewish.


IAM against passive non-involvement by the people of this earth who refuse to take a stand against what is wrong in this world and who won't do their part to make a difference in correcting such wrong, and IAM against willful ignorance on the part of people who refuse to open their eyes to see or their ears to hear the truth as it applies to any incorrect and unjust situation; that is why on my Rain of Grace web site the photos are there of hundreds of massacred Palestinian children and entire villages of Palestinian people that have been totally destroyed and annihilated that ABC, CBS, FOX, CNN, and other Zionist controlled media don't want you to see and know about. The information is on my site so that no one who can read and has a minuscule intellect can have an excuse for not BEing aware. i love Jewish people as i love all of humanity, but IAM totally against the racist apartheid practices, mass murders, and present extermination practices being committed by an anti-God-Zionist government that is slaughtering hundreds of blameless children and adults every day while we sit on our behinds safe and sound in this country and turn our heads away like a cowardly ostrich who sticks his head in the sand and does nothing to stop it. As a creative artist, and as a man with an ethical, spiritual, and moral consciousness, i must take a stand against those atrocities that i know are not morally, spiritually, and ethically correct. If i don't take a stand against this carnage, IAM as guilty as those who are responsible for it.


To answer your question: in much love and respect for you, i must tell you – yes; you have miss-understood Lady E, but you don't have to continue misunderstanding. Please learn the difference between ANTI-ZIONISM and ANTI-SEMITISM so that you don't misjudge and make the same mistake as so many unaware and un-enlightened people are presently making - who don't understand the difference in the two terms.


On my Black Planet personal page, there is a written blog entitled, "SIAM Foretold Current Events in Gaza through A Poem Written Six Years Ago". Please scroll down my personal page and read that blog for a better understanding of the two terms and what it is SIAM now speaks out against. IAM also against homelessness, poverty, and world hunger, but that requires another long epistle at another time. (smile)


My poem, "In Jerusalem" is not poem against the Jewish people; it is a poem addressing the horrible and horrendous unjust practices of a Zionist State; and it is a universal call to ALL the righteous of this world, regardless of race, creed, or culture, to unify and help discontinue and dismantle an unrighteous government that is presently practicing such horrific acts and war crimes and replace it with one that represents ALL the people of the West Bank [Jewish and Palestinian together] in equality, peace, and unification. 


The Zionism that is now being implemented in Israel is not authentic biblical based Zionism; that is why so many orthodox Jews and Jewish Rabbis are against it; and that is why SIAM is also against it.


i hope and pray that something i just took all this time to write to you in love from my heart will be of some enlightenment and significant meaning to you in perhaps clarifying a few important things and give you a grace of incentive to further your research and study of the authentic facts in this most important area of concern. i have joined my dissident voice with other righteous people such as former Congresswoman Cynthia McKinney and former US president Jimmy Carter in demanding that not another US tax dollar be spent in supporting the present extermination of thousands of now misplaced and suffering Palestinian people in the ancient land of Palestine. If you click on "A Gift of Courage" to the left of the Rain of Grace Homepage topical listings at:




You can read and learn more about the present situation through the words of the courageous and greatest Afro-American woman presently walking the face of our planet - the honorable lady Cynthia McKinney



My joy YOU!





SIAM foretold the current events in Gaza…through the poem, “In Jerusalem,” which he was divinely inspired to write during a nonstop 72hour period. “I could not sleep or eat and my family had to raise the windows in the room the poem was coming to me in because of the intense heat coming off of my body. In my poem, I described things that were yet to come and are just now breaking forth at the level I described over six years ago,” states SIAM, a Harvard Divinity School graduate.


SIAM says he was attacked by his contemporaries for dealing with issues foreign to the AfricanAmerican situation in America.

However, SIAM describes his poetic experience with “In Jerusalem

as the poem writing him, rather than him writing the poem.


The poem, “In Jerusalem” was first published on political activist Israel Shamir’s website.

In Germany, they came first for the Communists,

And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Communist;

And then they came for the trade unionists,

And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a trade unionist;

And then they came for the Jews,

And I didn’t speak up because I wasn’t a Jew;

And then . . . they came for me . . . And by that time there was no one left to speak up.


For God’s sake, let us learn from history, because today’s Israel is strikingly similar to 1936’s Germany.

Please, say No to Jewish Nazism before it is too late. 

                                                                                                        ~ Author Unknown

In Jerusalem

(A poem of Firasah Love and call to ALL the righteous of the world, on behalf of ALL my brothers and sisters now dispossessed, dying, and suffering in Palestine; and on behalf of the memory and honor of the great heroic writer and academic who spent his life struggling for the Palestinian cause - Edward Said, Nov 1, 1935 - Sept 25, 2003)


i will die in Jerusalem on a day,
neither cold nor hot,
a day told of, long, long ago,
before the Ark of Noah, Alaihi-Salam,
was built to float, and rest upon the top of Mount Judi

the place of my birth is also the place of my death,
the origin is always in the end; ask Jesus, Alaihi-Salam,
or our Holy Prophet Muhammad, Sall’Allahu Alaihi was Salam,
their lives can tell you more of this than i,
but our ending is always in our beginning,
and our beginning is always in our end;
all things begin and all things must end - in Jerusalem.

i will die in the streets of Jerusalem,
on a day of joy amidst weeping,
wailing, and great lamentation,
an aftermath to mad, but loving,
and yet, joyous, poetical prophesying,

though IAM no Prophet Alaihi-Salam, just another poet,
walking in the footsteps of the Prophets Alaihi-Salam,
who all went completely mad on behalf of the establishment
of righteousness in the midst of unrighteousness, and
justice in the midst of injustice;

you and my brothers will see -
because this earth and all flesh shall see it together,
yet, IAM but ONE of TWO,
that shall dance their MAD dance in the streets of
Jerusalem together,
on behalf of the

of their brothers’ suffering,
the ONENESS of their brothers’ needs -

all my brothers in the great land of Palestine,
all my brothers and sisters who are dying in the great land of Palestine,
all my brothers who need me and you in the great land of Palestine,
all my brothers and sisters waiting on you and me, in the great land of Palestine;
my brothers near the Gaza Strip,
my brothers in Shiloh, Suba, Kakun, Jafa, and Akka,
my brothers who had thirty-two of their houses destroyed by bulldozers in the Rafa Refugee camp,
my brothers who are forced to walk a thin green line that leads to extermination, nullification, and more death,
all my brothers struggling to survive all over the Western Bank,
all my brothers in Jericho and Bethlehem,
all my brothers incarcerated in ghettos, jails, and prisons,
all my brothers who are being tortured daily,
my brothers who are being missiled in their sleep,
my brothers who are being bombed in their awake,
my brothers who are being machine-gunned down,
my brothers who are being run out of town,
all my brothers toward whom the Israelis act demon possessed - and do not care for or caress,
all my brothers who one day have a place to live - and the next day are dispossessed,
all my brothers who have lost their wives and their children,
all my brothers who have lost their arms and their legs,
my brothers who have been blinded,
my brothers who have been castrated,
my brothers who have been beheaded,
my brothers who are flame torched and maimed,
all my brothers who have been denied and disclaimed,
all my brothers who have lost their homes and their beds,
all my brothers who are beaten, shot in the back - in the head, and often left alone for dead,
all my brothers who are being made to fear and quake - all because of an unjust Israeli State.


my wondrous and marvelous friend -
Reality Call from NEW Berlin writes to me and reveals,
that you have been Gangrened of Jewish Settlements -
the body of your nucleus cut off and discarded forever,
entire families with the young, elderly, and invalid,
literally burned and buried alive beneath the weight of overturned rubble
in brick and mortar - crying, hurting, needing, bleeding, dying,
an atrocity multiplied to the trillionth monstrosity,
a scientific equation of devastation that even Albert Einstein
or Dr. Frankenstein could not, and would not speculate to calculate,
an existential hypothesis of Salvador Dalied proportional distortion,
of politicalized exterminational surrealism in 3-D’d amplification application,
of alien domination, an abomination of horrified occupation,
where hundreds of your villages have been knocked completely off the face of the earth,
to be replaced by a distorted Jewish face and race of immanent domain and foul disgrace,
a policy of imperialistic expansion of manifest destiny without any right
of justice or equality for Your People’s Spirit, wrapped in sacred fragility of flesh, bone, and blood,
your dwellings taken away in a single day or blown away in a solitary night of catastrophic fright -
cities like Nahlal arising in the place Mahlul,
Kibbutz Gvat arising in the place Jibta,
Kibbutz Sarid arising in the place of Huneifis,
and Kefar Yehushu’a arising in the place of Tal al-Shuman

nerve gas used on demonstrators in Gaza,
and water poisoning of those at the siege of Acre.


but it was you my brothers, who laid foundation, and built and beautified the original land;
you are the heart and soul of the land and without you,
the great land of Palestine has no heart and has no soul;
because you are the salt of this land and you are it’s gold.

Shamir, my beloved Ustad, teaches me,
that in your veins run the blood of ancient Aegean warriors,
and that it was you who fought bravely on the plains of Karameh,
that you are the poetry of Mahmud Darwish, the wisdom of Edward Said,
and my Ustad says, there would be no Bible if there were no you,
no Star of Ghassul, or Castles of Monfort, and Belvoir too,
no Mount Carmel Monastery, no churches of the Holy Sepulchre and Nativity,
no temples of Jerusalem and Mount Gerizim by necessity,
no harbors of Ceasarea Philippi, no Mosques of Haram As-Sharif,
and no Judas to become the biblical thief,
and no disciple of Jesus, Alaihi ‘Salam, to wash his feet.

you are the perfection of Palestine’s wondrous Olive Oil,
the first disciples who helped Jesus, Alaihi ‘Salam, deliver his sermon on the Mount,
the great warriors, who defeated Napoleon Bonaparte,
and without you, the palaces of Jericho and Samaria today would not be art.

yes, it was you my brothers who built and beautified the land,
and now the world must come to help you make and take a stand,
an Intifada call, an Intifada wall of resistance, a greater Intifada resurrection,
of persistence - merciful, peaceful, and sincere assistance on behalf of every Palestinian woman,
boy, girl, and man - and we can, if we will but recognize as an entire WORLD view,
what is right, what is tight, what is just, and what is true,
but you can forget about the support of most evangelical Christians,
because they act as though they’ve never heard of you, let alone - loving you?!


mine is an end time, apocalyptic call - to brothers who love righteousness ALL -
over Palestine, Africa, and Holy Mecca - in Medina, London, and France - in Belgium, in India, Canada,
and in the Americas North and South;

my Rastafarian brothers who love righteousness in The West Indies,
my brothers who love righteousness in Saint Martin, Saint Croix, and Martinique,
my brothers who love righteousness in Barbados and Spain,
my brothers who love righteousness in Scotland, Great Britain, and the South of Wales,
all my brothers who love righteousness in the North - in Russia, Poland, and Afghanistan,
all my brothers who love righteousness in Iran, Syria, Libya, Egypt, Turkey, and Karbala,
all brothers who love righteousness in Sultan Bahu’s Pakistan,
all my brothers who love righteousness in Saint Jilan’s once, emerald City of Baghdad,
my brothers who love righteousness throughout the entire Sudan,
my brothers who love righteousness in The South - called Malaysia, Thailand, and Vietnam,
my brothers who love righteousness in communist China and Japan,
my brothers who love righteousness in Saint Touba’s Holy land,
all my brothers who love righteousness in The Gambia and in Senegal,
all my brothers who love righteousness in Nigeria, and Shaka Zulu’s Swaziland,
all my brothers who love righteousness in Switzerland and in the Mountains of Tibet,
all my brothers who love righteousness here, throughout the rest of the EARTH, and


my brothers throughout the world, who hate injustice and unrighteousness in the great land of Palestine,

will all flank my perimeters,
whose base is wide,
whose height is infinite,
whose CapStone is -


but it will be too late,
because no appointment or date,
had been made or set,
to say good-byes before i left.

the station and estate will have changed by then,
and i will be flying further east,
apart from them, never, ever to return...

but i was there when they most needed me,
wrapped in purple, green, and gold mantles, of faith, and sincerity,
and yet i dreamed of no foreboding Martyrdom,
and i did not beat the drums of Lebanon,
but I did drink water at Aynou Rahmati’s Well of Mercy,
where Simba lives, and Mammadou gives, a children’s song unselfishly,
where the Angel’s visit i did receive, in wonder, awe, and sanctity,
or Saint Jilan adopting me as his beloved son out of graciousness and courtesy,
or Saint Touba’s self made shoes, i did with haste and not misuse -
hold, lick, and taste, in the Majestic House of Darr-ul-Quddus,
or at Serigne Saliou’s feet, a gift to me - i did advance - the miraculous mystic alchemedic sub-stance,
or smiled at, laughed with, and Ziarra’ed - by Serigne Afia when he called me M’Backe
and made me benediction of Shaikh - i did but tremble, and should not break, or take -
except to now dance, and romance, in exalted tranced ecstasy,
on behalf of my brothers being set completely free,
to return and rebuild their homes in Palestine finally,
without bulldozers or armored tanks,
or gun shots fired or heard ever again on the Western Bank.


Yes, i will die in Jerusalem city,
not unbecoming, but a becoming - willingly;
on a street paved in pure gold,
among the young, the destitute, and the old,
who still have passion for ALLAH’s COME passion;
who have been mercified by The Mercifier of ALL,

i will die in the City of Jerusalem,
pouring - THROWING! buckets of my brother’s blood, sweat, and tears,
upon The Wailing Wall, standing and smiling in front of The Dome of The Rock,
for the whole world will recognize IAM the ticking clock,

with Nuclear Light Rays passing through and from me,
bursting and spreading forth everywhere endlessly,
leaving my image indelibly etched like a photo negative,
my life image positively reversed,
anthologized for all time,

on the window pains of my Palestinian brother’s street vending shops,
that had been bombed, toppled over, disarranged, and flattened to the ground,
as well as on the widows of houses in Ramalah, Samaria, Qumran, Janin,
and elsewhere, like, in the thought and hearts of men forever,

throughout the Nations, and on TeleVision Stations,
like CNN, NBC, ABC, and, Al-Jazeera,
who witnessed by satellite coverage, my flash, and my dash,
infinitely long, and secured by the promise of Him
who made all mankind to be in love and free,

without hate, without distasteful bitterness, of corrupted bile,
of a River Nile, rapidly running through the veins of diseased hearts,
it’s flowing waters turned red with the blood of death, hypocrisy, and destruction,
because they would not conform, or reform,
to the commands of the Divine decree - to see that all men be made free


The Poet’s Holy Lamenting Cry!

a litany of Holiness in demise of the unjust, the evil, and the unwise,
a litany of Holiness in song and deliverance for those who cannot sing,
a litany of Holiness in prayer only the wretched of the earth can know and bring
a litany of Holiness against all that is unHoliness i bleed,
a litany of Holiness for the Holy of Holiness that all mankind deeply doth need,
a litany of Holiness the poet shouts to the Holy mountains, the Holy heavens, the Holy earth, and its Holy seas,
a litany of Holiness resounding, abounding, astounding echo penetrating all Holy deaf ears,
a litany of Holiness in grief to waves of spectromatic unbelief on behalf of a billion Holy weeping tears,
a litany of Holiness for the praise of Holiness to come for a thousand Holy of Holy years

Holy! Holy! Holy! against all that is unHoly!
Holy! Holy! Holy! against the purity that is impurity and unHoly!
Holy! Holy! Holy! against the denial of the Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for the yearning of the Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for the return of the Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for those who live to make unHoly clean and Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for those who die to bring presence of the Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for the unafraid to declare and become the just and the Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for all that is perfect and righteously everlastingly Holy!
Holy! Holy! Holy! for to be all Men, Jinn, and Angels more Holy of - THE HOLY!



Here in the Jerusalem, the City of Peace, i die;
i die when the Sun is once again in Sagittarius,
and the Moon is eclipsed in the sign of Pisces,
while finding release, and relief, of affectatious reflections,
in the eyes of my brothers souls,
as theirs meet mine for comfort and consolation,
thousands of them, now, waiting for relief, across the seas,
to give me their Salams, and other greetings of Peace.

Yes, i will gladly die in the City of Jerusalem,
and because of King Solomon’s, Alaihi-Salam, rewarding Song of Songs,
IAM the song of luminous martyred choirs singing on the Western Bank,
a Holy, Sweet Honey In The Rock, Acapella of,

God is not through with me yet!

because all musical instruments have been destroyed and set on fire there,
schools blown apart and pulverized into an
aggravated and intensified Cloud of Unknowing there,
and all school children’s books have been burned to a crisp there,
on heaps, too steep to climb, to put out the flames there,
and save them while they were still clasped tight in
the little children’s hands there,
before they cried, and died in pain there,
children and adult teachers who had been raped there,
and murdered on their land a million times by the millions there,
where a zillion tears have been shed there,

under a cloudy sky near Megiddo, or the city of Herodium, or Bethel, or Hebron,
when a nightmare of hell broke loose upon my brothers,
when i died in the Holy City of Jerusalem,

my face turned toward,

the Resplendent Light!


Novemer 2003

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