Black August: “What Will You Do?”

A zine version of this essay formatted for printing can be accessed here: https://malikspeaks.noblogs.org/files/2026/08/malik-black-august-2026-PRINT.pdf As Black August approaches, I am reminded of the sacrifices of our revolutionaries, and our duty. To fight AND to win, as Assata said. The fascist police states repression is intensifying steadily. The violence of the military industrial complex spreads round… Continue reading Black August: “What Will You Do?”

“In order to break free, one must be acutely aware of being a slave”

This essay from Malik was written at the end of March 2026 while in custody at Eastern Oregon Correctional, shortly before they were transferred to South Carolina. There’s a pattern here: for the last 3 years Ramadan, I’m targeted. I’m snatched from mainline and taken to the hole under “Investigation”. I’m hit with some bogus… Continue reading “In order to break free, one must be acutely aware of being a slave”

Malik has been transferred!

In surprising but welcome news, Malik was transferred to Eastern Oregon Correctional this morning. This brings them closer to their legal and support teams, but also means that they are out of segregation and are back in general population! This is a tremendous relief, as they now have fuller access to communications, mail, and possessions,… Continue reading Malik has been transferred!

Support Malik with Funds!

https://chuffed.org/project/157063-free-malik-now Malik Muhammad is a Black/Palestinian direct actionist, radical anarchist, anti-fascist and father, as well as a writer, poet, and musician who is dedicated to liberation. During the George Floyd uprising, they traveled the country organizing and fighting, and were ultimately kidnapped, ransomed, and held hostage by the state of Oregon, where they have been… Continue reading Support Malik with Funds!

Choosing to eat

Malik shares a poem he wrote shortly after ending his 9-day hunger strike. [Poetic transcription:] Think tactfully, impactfully, only one path I see It’s bittering, though, ‘cause I hate to show any signs I slow, Or relent, repent or give in, ‘cause I do not quit, I can’t ever not resist I stand ‘til the… Continue reading Choosing to eat