My name is Albert Washington. I am a political prisoner. I am called
Nuh (Noah), and like a handful of others, I am one of the longest held
political prisoners in this country. As a member of the Black Panther
Party, I worked to raise the political consciousness of Black people
and teach them self- defense. The government-sponsored COINTELPRO created
situations that led to the split in the Black Panther Party and forced
many of us underground. Underground we became the Black Liberation Army
and engaged in active self-defense. In defending the Black community
in San Francisco, I was shot and captured along with Jalil Abdul Muntaquin.
Later I was charged with killing two New York City police officers with
Jalil and Herman Bell.
The State has conceded that I have committed no act but that I taught
political education classes. For that I have been sentenced to life
imprisonment and subjected to the tightest security, not only in the
states of California and New York, but in the country as well.
I am a political prisoner because I spoke out against racism and oppression.
There is also another aspect to this imprisonment and that was in overcoming
the negative life open to Black youth. My parents gave me love and I,
in turn, tried to give it to others. Blacks are encouraged to be self-centered
and individualistic and thus be weak against resisting organized oppression.
My family instilled in me values and a sense of pride in myself, family,
and people. They were always there. I am not allowed family reunion
visits because I am considered a high- security escape risk, while others,
who have escaped, can get them. It is now harder for my mother to visit
me. My friends must make plans to get here. I have not held my wife
in a long time.
I tell jokes and educate my fellow prisoners, which is why I am transferred
a lot. The Black Panther Party is physically gone but the spirit lives
in a lot of us. Just recently a brother asked me for the goals and rules
of the Black Panther Party, and a few people wish to be part of it again.
After 20+ years as a prisoner, the memory of being with the people
still brings a smile to my face and it is something I share with my
fellow prisoners: The concept of unity, movement, and love.
I am a Prisoner of War as well as a Political Prisoner because of
the historical and contemporary acts of war carried out against Blacks/New
Afrikan people inside and outside these United States by the government
and those who believe in white supremacy.
There is very little in here of me yet it is all me. I am kind to
my fellow prisoners and I feel for others. I would like to take a walk
at night and hug my baby. I'd like to do all the things that people
take for granted in their so-called freedom. Not being able to touch
and share special moments with another makes one generalize. I tell
myself I am all right. But who can be all right after all these years
under these conditions? Still I am in command of my politics. I can
laugh and love, so the damage is not that bad. Whatever strength I have
comes from the knowledge that I am a political prisoner and the things
we stand for were/are correct.
-- Albert
Nuh Washington
(Note: This bio was first printed in Can't Jail the Spirit,
Third Edition, October, 1992; Editorial El Coquí, Publishers,
Chicago, IL. Reprinted here on prisonactivist.org with permission
of the authors and Nuh.)