CHAIRMAN: Letters to Fred Hampton
A white boy from the Mississippi Delta writes to a Black revolutionary who never made it to twenty-two?and finds the revolution still breathing.
Yellaboy was three when a drunk driver ran him over, then backed over him again. That second pass taught him how America treats its poor. He grew up on 11th Street in Yazoo City?the dead end where the pavement stopped and the dirt began, where Black men took in the only white boy without asking questions.
Shay named him. Sixteen years old, she looked at this too-white-to-be-Black, too-Black-to-be-white kid and baptized him Yellaboy?the yellow between. Then she put Fred Hampton's words in his hands: You can kill a revolutionary, but you can't kill the revolution.
Shay died. Yellaboy didn't.
Written as direct letters to Chairman Fred Hampton fifty-five years after the FBI put four bullets in him, this is street prophecy from a survivor: about the Fake Economy that keeps poor communities feeding the system that starves them, about climbing out of the Bottle when the Hole was built for you, about Bobby Jo who stayed when leaving made sense, about hope not as feeling but as discipline?showing up to the seven-person meeting, planting seeds you won't see grow.
Unapologetic. Profane. Prayerful. For readers of Between the World and Me who need the Delta version. For anyone who thinks the revolution died in 1969.
The sermon is unfinished. That is the point.
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Yellaboy comes straight outta 9•22•12 ? Yuck Town, where the truth walks with a limp and survival ain't a metaphor. A street prophet turned revolutionary writer, he speaks for the silenced, exposes the system, and puts the empire on trial ? page by page.Unpolished. Unapologetic. Unafraid.His works, Street Sermon: Breaking Chains to Change and Fred Hampton: Unity and Struggle, ain't books ? they're war cries, sermons for the oppressed, gospel for the unplugged. Inspired by Fred Hampton's vision and sacrifice, Yellaboy writes with fire for the forgotten, building bridges between the block and the battlefield.He's the one you don't hang out with...but damn sure glad he's on your side when the shit goes down.