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Jesse James was born Jesse Anderson, October 6,1928.  He grew up in Harlem, New York City.

Sharpened

 

"I think that it's important, you know, 

This bit about identity. This is the 

question I used to ask myself all the time, 

It doesn't bother me anymore, you know, 

I used to constantly ask myself, "Who am I?"

Where did you go?

Where did you come from?

Where did you go,

And did your mother know?

 

Where did you come from?

Where did you go?

Where did you come from,

And did your mother know?

 

Did the stork drop you off

And hide you among the weeds–

Just a wading in a pool of toys?

 

The cell, the stars, the suit, the scars

You left behind,

You never left the house without a hat on.

 

Just a baby in a pool of noise

 

Where did you go?

Where did you come from

when you came back?

Where did you go,

And did your mother know?

 

Brace Memorial Farm,

Elmira Reformatory,

Warwick State Training School for Boys.

 

You heard the name the devil came with,

Called it yours.

And ev’ry hat you ever wore remembers …

 

Warwick State Training School for Boys,

Attica, Sing Sing.

Portions taken from the notebooks of Rev. Jesse James

Alauddin

 

At that time, my name was Alauddin al-Assad.  I was a Muslim, belonged to the Ahmadiyyah movement out of the East. I used to make my salat devoutly, five times a day – in Arabic”*
 

Where did you come from,

And where have you been,

Brother Alauddin?

 

Where are you going,

And where will you be,

Reverend Jesse?

*From "Rapping", 1968 film (link)

Cop/Booze

Just a little bit of wine, that's all we need

To get our mellow shade of groovy lit.

Just a little bit of heaven, that's all we need right now,

Take us out of this hardly real.

We'll make our buzz and you can make 

 dollar or two on the deal

“Say man,

How about going into the store and copping us

Some booze?”

I felt quite a bit of remorse …

I could see two youths; both of them

Seventeen years old, um,

Going no place fast.

 

I searched my mind and my

Heart for the words, you know,

To approach them and decline their offer,

And yet not leave them hanging…

 

I pointed out to them that the average adult

Who would do something like this

(who would go and cop some booze for a kid)

Is probably one

Who destroyed his life,

Nothing really to live for.

And as we know,    

Misery loves

Company

 

But, on the other hand,

I felt that an adult should be around to offer

Something constructive,

And in order to offer something constructive,

one would first have to find out

Just what the youth wanted,

Or needed, or felt like he or she needed

And so I asked them what they wanted, what they needed,

And they began to talk about

Jobs and respect,

A better image, you know,

Improved education,   

And this type of thing.              

Adapted from interview with Rev. Jesse James – KPFA, Nov. 18, 1966 (link)

Additional lyrics by David James

To you people who represent labor, I’m asking you …

 

To you people who represent labor,

I’m asking you

 

To release the freeze-out,

To melt it,

To open up doors,

Adequate avenues,

That these youth may

Have an opportunity

Adapted from Mission Rebels press conference, Nov. 30, 1966 (link)

Headlines

"The Mission Rebels' War on Glue"

(It's a sticky situation)

 

Young Ones Stage a Groovy Rebellion"

"We'd Rather Do it Ourselves"

Adapted from various S.F. newspaper headlines 1966-67

Reformed Convict Honored

Reformed convict honored

Ex-criminal wins Kirkwood Award

A graduate of Sing-Sing, prison worker

Gave up a life of narcotics and crime,

Became a minister.

("I thought that an adult should be around to offer something constructive")

San Francisco ex-convict

Gets award for work with poor.

Adapted from various S.F. newspaper reports June, 1968

Mission Rebels’ Jackpot

 

Mission Rebels’ Jackpot:

Two hundred ninety-six thousand,

seven hundred sixty dollars.

From San Francisco Chronicle July. 4, 1968 (link) 

Circa Chico

Judith, Vincent, Marguerite, and    

              Sunflowers, 

Joshua, the blonde one,  

corn              stalks,           bare feet,

Me and Anna come up from the 

Black                from         the

                            up            from the 

           had to drive us up from         

 Edlo                drove us from the

 City

 

Oakland, 'cross the bridge Vallejo

Town                              the bridge, the

Sunshine day long                  the         go?

Sun                             where'd         day       go?

"One ... two ..."   Jumpinthebigcreek!

Mr. Blue Sky, Telephone Line,

Electric Light,           

Take a Chance on Me, My

                                  Queen, and the 

Best Friend's Girl, and You're My Best Friend

Cars,                                  Abba,

            Butter, pressure cooker

Apple                pressure cooker

Food scraps buried in the ground and

Food scraps buried, pressure cooker

Beauty was all.        around but

Pressure          ways around, but

Demons found him, "How 'bout some

"Hey Man,                     how  about some

Booze?"

God!  

God!! 

God!!!

God grant me the serenity

to accept the things I cannot change;

the courage to change the thing\s I can; 

and the wisdom to know ...

Music by David James

“Mission Rebels Jackpot” music by David James/Beth Custer

Mission Rebel No. 1 (a suite), a work-in-progress, was developed with the support of, and sponsored through a grant from the San Francisco Arts Commission.

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