“ ⦠they've had twenty-seven bail hearings since last April ⦠see ⦠and every time the judge has refused to lower the bail from $100,000 ⦠Yet a group of whites accused of actually bombing buildingsâthey were able to get bail. So that clearly demonstrates the racist nature of the campaign against the Black Panther Party. We don't say âbail' any more, we say âransom,' for such repressive bail can only be called ransom.
“The situation here in New York is very explosive, as you can see, with people stacked up on top of each other. They can hardly deal with them when they're
un
organized, so that when a group comes along like the Black Panthers, they want to eliminate that group by any means ⦠see ⦠and so that stand has been embraced by J. Edgar Hoover, who feels that we are the greatest threat to the power structure. They try to create the impression that we are engaged in criminal activities. What are these âcriminal activities'? We have instituted a breakfast program, to address ourselves to the needs of the community. We feed hungry children every morning before they go to school. So far this program is on a small scale. We're only feeding fifty thousand children nationwide, but the only money we have for this program is donations from the merchants in the neighborhoods. We have a program to establish clinics in the black communities and in other ways also we are addressing ourselves to the needs of the community ⦠see ⦠So the people know the power structure is lying when they say we are engaged in criminal activities. So the pigs are driven to desperate acts, like the murder of our deputy chairman, Fred Hampton, in his bed ⦠see ⦠in his sleep ⦠But when they got desperate and took off their camouflage and murdered Fred Hampton, in his bed, in his sleep, see, that kind of shook people up, because they saw the tactics of the power structure for what they were â¦
“We relate to a phrase coined by Malcolm X: âBy any means necessary' ⦠you see ⦠âBy any means necessary' ⦠and by that we mean that we recognize that if you're attacked, you have the right to defend yourself. The pigs, they say the Black Panthers are armed, the Black Panthers have weapons ⦠see ⦠and therefore they have the right to break in and murder us in our beds. I don't think there's anybody in here who wouldn't defend themselves if somebody came in and attacked them or their families ⦠see ⦠I don't think there's anybody in here who wouldn't defend themselves ⦔
âand every woman in the room thinks of her husband ⦠with his cocoa-butter jowls and Dior Men's Boutique pajamas ⦠ducking into the bathroom and locking the door and turning the shower on, so he can say later that he didn't hear a thingâ
“We call them pigs, and rightly so,” says Don Cox, “because they have the way of making the victim look like the criminal, and the criminal look like the victim. So every Panther must be ready to defend himself. That was handed down by our Minister of Defense, Huey P. Newton: Everybody who does not have the means to defend himself in his home, or if he does have the means and he does not defend himselfâwe expel
that man
⦠see ⦠As our Minister of Defense, Huey P. Newton, says, âAny unarmed people are slaves, or are slaves in the real meaning of the word' ⦠We recognize that this country is the most oppressive country in the world, maybe in the history of the world. The pigs have the weapons and they are ready to use them on the people, and we recognize this as being very bad. They are ready to commit genocide against those who stand up against them, and we recognize this as being very bad.
“All we want is the good life, the same as you. To live in peace and lead the good life, that's all we want ⦠see ⦠But right now there's no way we can do that. I want to read something to you:
“âWhen in the course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another, and ⦔ He reads straight through it, every word. “ ⦠and, accordingly, all experience hath shown, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same object, evinces a design to reduce them under absolute despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such government, and to provide new guards for their future security.'
“You know what that's from?”âand he looks out at everyone and hesitates before laying this gasper on themâ“That's from the Declaration of Independence, the American Declaration of Independence. And we will defend ourselves and do like it says ⦠you know? ⦠and that's about it.”
The “that's about it” part seems so casual, so funky, so right, after the rhetoric of what he has been saying. And then he sits down and sinks out of sight behind one of the grand pianos.
The thing is beginning to move. Andâhell, yes, the
Reichstag fire!
Another man gets up, a white named Gerald Lefcourt, who is chief counsel for the Panther 21, a young man with thick black hair and the muttonchops of the Movement and that great motor inside of him that young courtroom lawyers ought to have. He lays the Reichstag fire on them. He reviews the Panther case and then he says:
“I believe that this odious situation could be compared to the Reichstag fire attempt”âhe's talking about the way the Nazis used
the burning of the Reichstag as the pretext for first turning loose the Gestapo and exterminating all political opposition in Germanyâ“and I believe that this trial could also be compared to the Reichstag trial ⦠in many ways ⦠and that opened an era that this country could be heading for. That could be the outcome of this case, an era of the Right, and the only thing that can stop it is for people like ourselves to make a noise and make a noise now.”
⦠and not be Krupps, Junkers, or Good Germans â¦
“ ⦠We had an opportunity to question the Grand Jury, and we found out some interesting things. They all have net worths averaging $300,000, and they all come from this neighborhood,” says Lefcourt, nodding as if to take in the whole Upper East Side. And suddenly everyone feels, really
feels,
that there are two breeds of mankind in the great co-ops of Park Avenue, the blue-jowled rep-tied Brook Club Junker reactionaries in the surrounding buildings ⦠and the few
attuned
souls here in Lenny's penthouse. “ ⦠They all have annual incomes in the area of $35,000 ⦠And you're supposed to have a âjury of your peers' ⦠They were shocked at the questions we were asking them. They shouldn't have to answer such questions, that was the idea. They all belong to the Grand Jury Association. They're somewhat like a club. They have lunch together once in a while. A lot of them went to school together. They have no more understanding of the Black Panthers than President Nixon.”
The Junkers! Leon Quat says: “Fascism always begins by persecuting the least powerful and least popular movement. It will be the Panthers today, the students tomorrowâand then ⦠the Jews and other troublesome minorities! ⦠What price civil liberties! ⦠Now let's start this off with the gifts in four figures. Who is ready to make a contribution of a thousand dollars or more?”
All at onceânothing. But the little gray man sitting next to Felicia, the gray man with the sideburns, pops up and hands a piece of paper to Quat and says: “Mr. Clarence Jones asked me to sayâhe couldn't be here, but he's contributing $7,500 to the defense fund!”
“Oh! That's marvelous!” says Felicia.
Then the voice of Lenny from the back of the room: “As a guest of my wife”âhe smilesâ“I'll give my fee for the next performance of
Cavalleria Rusticana.”
Comradely laughter. Applause. “I
hope
that will be four figures!”
Things are moving again. Otto Preminger speaks up from the sofa down front: “I geeve a t'ousand dollars!”
Right on. Quat says: “I can't assure you that it's tax deductible.” He smiles. “I wish I could, but I can't.” Well, the man looks brighter
and brighter every minute. He knows a Radical Chic audience when he sees one. Those words are magic in the age of Radical Chic: it's not tax deductible.
The contributions start coming faster, only $250 or $300 at a clip, but faster ⦠Sheldon Harnick ⦠Bernie and Hilda Fishman ⦠Judith Bernstein ⦠Mr. and Mrs. Burton Lane â¦
“I know some of you are caught with your Dow-Jones averages down,” says Quat, “but come onâ”
Quat says: “We have a $300 contribution from Harry Belafonte!”
“No, no,” says Julie Belafonte.
“I'm sorry,” says Quat, “it's Julie's private money! I apologize. After all, there's a women's liberation movement sweeping the country, and I want this marked down as a gift from
Mrs.
Belafonte!” Then he says: “I know you want to get to the question period, but I know there's more gold in this mine. I think we've reached the point where we can pass out the blank checks.”
More contributions ⦠$100 from Mrs. August Heckscher â¦
“We'll take
any
thing!” says Quat. “We'll take it all!” ⦠He's high on the momentum of his fund-raiser voice ⦠“You'll leave here with nothing!”
But finally he wraps it up. A beautiful ash-blond girl with the most perfect Miss Porter's face speaks up. She's wearing a leather and tweed dress. She looks like a Junior Leaguer graduating to the Ungaro Boutique.
“I'd like to ask Mr. Cox a question,” she says. Cox is standing up again, by the grand piano. “Besides the breakfast program,” she says, “do you have any other community programs, and what are they like?”
Cox starts to tell about a Black Panther program to set up medical clinics in the ghettos, and so on, but soon he is talking about a Panther demand that police be required to live in the community they patrol. “If you police the community, you must live there ⦠see ⦠Because if he lives in the community, he's going to think twice before he brutalizes us, because we can deal with him when he comes home at night ⦠see ⦠We are also working to start liberation schools for black children, and these liberation schools will actually teach them about their environment, because the way they are now taught, they are taught not to see their real environment ⦠see ⦠They get Donald Duck and Mother Goose and all that lame happy jive ⦠you know ⦠We'd like to take kids on tours of the white suburbs, like Scarsdale, and like that, and let them see how their oppressors live ⦠you know ⦠but so far we don't have the money to carry out these programs to meet the real needs of the community. The only
money we have is what we get from the merchants in the black community when we ask them for donations, which they
should give
, because they are the exploiters of the black communityӉ
âand
shee-ut.
What the hell is Cox getting into that for? Quat and the little gray man are ready to spring in at any lonesome split second. For God's sake, Cox, don't open that can of worms. Even in this bunch of upholstered skulls there are people who can figure out just
who
those merchants are, what group, and just how they are
asked
for donations, and we've been free of that little issue all evening, man âdon't bring out
that
ball-breakerâ
But the moment is saved. Suddenly there is a much more urgent question from the rear: “Who do you call to give a party? Who do you call to give a party?”
Every head spins around ⦠Quite a sight ⦠It's a slender blond man who has pushed his way up to the front ranks of the standees. He's wearing a tuxedo. He's wearing black-frame glasses and his blond hair is combed back straight in the Eaton Square manner. He looks like the intense Yale man from out of one of those 1927 Frigidaire ads in
The Saturday Evening Post
, when the way to sell anything was to show Harry Yale in the background, in a tuxedo, with his pageboy-bobbed young lovely, heading off to dinner at the New Haven Lawn Club. The man still has his hand up in the air like the star student of the junior class.
“I won't be able to stay for everything you have to say,” he says, “but who do you call to give a party?”
In fact, it is Richard Feigen, owner of the Feigen Gallery, 79th near Madison. He arrived on the art scene and the social scene from Chicago three years ago ⦠He's been moving up hand over hand ever since ⦠like a champion ⦠Tonightâthe tuxedoâtonight there is a reception at the Museum of Modern Art ⦠right on ⦠a “contributing members'” reception, a private viewing not open to mere “members” ⦠But before the museum reception itself, which is at 8:30, there are private dinners ⦠right? ⦠which are the
real
openings ⦠in the homes of great collectors or great climbers or the old Protestant elite, marvelous dinner parties, the real thing, black tie, and these dinners are the only true certification of where one stands in this whole realm of Art & Society ⦠The whole game depends on whose home one is invited to before the opening ⦠And the game ends as the host gathers everyone up about 8:45 for the trek to the museum itself, and the guests say, almost ritually, “God! I wish we could see the show from here! It's too delightful! I simply don't want to
move!”
⦠And of course, they mean it! Absolutely! For them, the opening is already over, the hand is played ⦠And Richard Feigen, man of the hour, replica 1927 Yale man, black tie and Eaton Square hair, has dropped
in, on the way,
en passant,
to the Bernsteins', to take in the other end of the Culture tandem, Radical Chic ⦠and the rightness of it, the exhilaration, seems to sweep through him, and he thrusts his hand into the air, and somehow Radical Chic reaches its highest, purest state in that moment ⦠as Richard Feigen, in his tuxedo, breaks in to ask, from the bottom of his heart, “Who do you call to give a party?”