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Atlanta’s Hartsfield Airport, there are almost as many surveillance cameras
as lamp posts. Follow the trail of eyes in the sky north, toward the city, and
soon its skyline comes into view. Most of the skyscrapers’ tops form pyramids
or obelisks. That’s why, to those inclined to see it that way, the Atlanta
cityscape is an enormous monument to Masonic power. There’s no reason for
anyone to doubt that there are a lot of powerful Masons in the area, or that
they’re into Egyptian architecture. Those are facts.
quickly in and out of Atlanta than any other major American city, probably because
there’s no waterway. Downtown sits at the intersection of two perpendicular
interstates, both straight and extremely wide. To visit Georgia’s other
set of pyramids and obelisks, you need to go about 80 miles southeast of these
immoderate crossroads. From 85, glide onto I-20 east. When you get beyond the
eastern (or any other) border of the urban area, the speed limit changes to
70, and everyone does at least 80. So it won’t take long to get to Rte.
142. But once you exit onto that winding two-laner, heading south over gentle,
red-dirt hills, things start to slow down.
of Putnam County, a sign indicates it’s "Georgia’s Dairy Capital."
Next, you pass a sign for "Bubba’s," which is a convenience store
in a BP station, and then one for a farm stand purveying "Boild P-Nuts."
In one area Putnam is certainly deserving of "Capital" status, but
it only manifests on autumn Saturdays: college football mania. When the University
of Georgia team is playing over in Athens, cars on Rte. 142 not displaying a
red Bulldog flag are few and far between. To an outsider, it can look like fanaticism.
you’re pretty sure you’ve gone too far, roll up and over one last
hill and the pyramids are right there. There’s a black one and a
gold one, and a brown-faced sphinx facing the road, and a tall obelisk, and
an arch-shaped gate decorated with ankhs and other hieroglyphs, through which
runs a road lined with statues of mostly animal-headed deities, all brightly
painted in primary colors. Farther back, up on the rise, is a recognizable one,
Isis, with ebony skin and her winged arms spread. No level of expectation can
dilute the surprise–you can’t believe what you’re seeing. Tama-Re,
Egypt of the West, has that Magic Kingdom quality.
the Nuwaubians’ 476-acre holy land is (and I’ll get back to it later),
the truly amazing part of their story is more about people. I’m going to
call them "Nuwaubians" for the sake of simplicity, with the caveat
that one simplifies the Nuwaubian phenomenon only at the cost of accuracy.
was, an organization called the United Nuwaubian Nation of Moors, whose members
came to Georgia from New York in 1993 and built Tama-Re. But the Nuwaubians
I spoke to do not claim membership in any nationalist or religious sect. Denying
adherence to any sort of "ism," they describe themselves as Americans
of various faiths, with a strong common interest in the history of their people,
and in their culture. Since that’s not at all unusual, these (and presumably,
most) Nuwaubians see their private lives as essentially non-newsworthy. The
Land, as they sometimes call it, is as open to curious outsiders and disrespectful
reporters as the Nuwaubians feel they can afford it to be. And that’s not
wide open, because the Land is home to several hundred people. They have endured
harassment by local authorities and racist neighbors on and off over the years.
The community has no official spokesperson, and its teachers don’t grant
Nuwaubian sphere of information overlaps with the world at large is through
the writings of its head teacher, Dr. Malachi Z. York, who is also known as
Amunnubi Raakhptah, Chief Black Eagle of the Yamassee, Malachizodok-El, Atum-Re
and several other names. Friends call him Doc.
and wrote in Brooklyn from 1967 until 1991; his 300 or so books, referred to
as scrolls and tablets, are the Nuwaubian texts. Amazon and Barnes & Noble
carry none of them. You can buy some in Nuwaubian bookstores in Athens, Savannah,
Atlanta and other cities, as well as in the gold pyramid at Tama-Re. They’re
also sold off sidewalk tables in black urban neighborhoods all over America,
alongside less prolific authors’ works of "street knowledge,"
with which York’s books have a few things in common. Like opacity.
Ansaar Pure Sufi in Brooklyn in 1967. That organization became the Nubian Islamic
Hebrews in about 1969, and something else after 1972, when York traveled to
Sudan. He was based in Coney Island for a time, and operated a bookstore and
a printing press on Flatbush Ave. in the 70s. In the 80s he was based in Bushwick,
on Bushwick Ave. York’s students are best remembered by New Yorkers as
practitioners of orthodox Islam–members of certain New York Five Percent
Nation, Nation of Islam and Arab Islamic mosques still regard the Nuwaubians
as a rival faction–but at different times they followed the paths of Christianity
relocated to Liberty, NY, near the Catskills, around 1991, then to Georgia in
’93. At that time the group changed its daily attire from Muslim robes
to street clothes. These days, York reportedly spends more time in Athens, the
site of a newer Nuwaubian community, than at Tama-Re.
where Nuwaubians and non-Nuwaubians meet is on the Web. There are about a dozen
sites run by people who are perhaps best described as Nuwaubian enthusiasts.
Though their pages quote York’s books and are presented as venues for his
teachings, these webmasters in fact speak only for themselves. One legitimate
Nuwaubian organization, the Ancient Egiptian Order, operates an official website,
at www.egiptianmysteries.com. It contains the same basic information imparted
to visitors of Tama-Re: that the culture of ancient Egypt was lost, that it
was a powerful culture and that it is being revived in Georgia. (The alternative
spelling is used to distinguish the culture in question from the modern nation-state,
as well as from contemporary academic theories about the ancient uses and meanings
of "Egyptian" artifacts. The ancient Egiptians are said to have been
Nubians, the ancestors of black Americans.)
of overlap is hiphop. By the time it started taking off, Dr. York was already
a prominent teacher of alternative black cultural knowledge, working extensively
with young people. He was also an active musician and producer (played disco/r&b),
with knowledge of the industry and access to studio equipment.
and Afrika Bambaataa were among the old-schoolers who benefited from Doc’s
guidance, according to the teacher’s adopted son, Tariq L., of the Atlanta-based
duo the Hemisphere. Tariq is from Bushwick. He says he remembers policemen thanking
his foster father for helping clean up the neighborhood. "Criminals got
real humble when they passed by," he recalls.
years old now, and as good a hiphop-soul producer/instrumentalist as you’re
likely to hear, in the underground or on radio (the Hemisphere gets play in
New York from DJ Bobbito). He moved to Atlanta in ’93 as part of the "spiritual
mission" that began in Brooklyn. The Hemisphere, fronted by MC U-George,
is basically a roots rap group, with strong reggae and instrumental flavors,
partly inspired by but definitely autonomous of Nuwaubian knowledge. They have
singles out now and an album due in January. "I just happen to be Nuwaubian,"
says Tariq. "It’s not like I’m telling the world, ‘You got
to be one.’"
is common among Nuwaubians in hiphop. So the teachings are a lot less prominent
in rap lyrics than, say, Five Percent Nation lessons, which tend more toward
the directive. Some fans of Brand Nubian and Poor Righteous Teachers might not
have known what those guys were on about, but it was at least clear that they
were on about something. Posdnuos from De La Soul, on the other hand,
has been down with the Nuwaubians for years, but his rhymes lend De La fans
nary a clue. Prodigy from Mobb Deep, among the most respected of active rhyme
writers (sure to be published in The New Yorker as soon as its editors
drop their bias against verse about why one shouldn’t step to the poet),
revealed in a chat last summer that he adopted a strict vegan diet on advice
culled from Dr. York’s books, which he recommended to a fan with questions
about nutrition. The best independent hiphop album of the modern era, MF Doom’s
Operation: Doomsday, has on its back cover a photo of the artist and
his late brother and KMD partner, Subroc, at the upstate New York Nuwaubian
facility. It is not labeled as such.
to the edge of the Nuwaubian public/private boundary is Scienz of Life. Until
recently based in Perth Amboy, NJ, all three of S.O.L.’s MCs are from the
other side of the Hudson. Earlier this year, they and their extended crew moved
into a loft apartment about 30 miles south of Atlanta. There, they work on music
full-time, cutting new tracks every day, sharpening their live-instrument skills
and building a promotional website (www.intagalactic.com). Theirs is a situation
few musicians without major-label deals manage to arrange. Even groups lent
all the resources necessary to master their craft often fail to make as much
of them as Scienz of Life, on an indie-sized budget, have. They are inspired.
Georgia is a place where a lot of our people are making it happen," says
I.D. 4 Windz. "Not too long ago I saw that Georgia had the most minority
people running businesses and owning property. Seeing as that’s going on,
I’m figuring, maybe we should go down there, open up a whole new flavor
of music, bringing what we got up north down here."
days start with exercise at 8:30 a.m. Afterward, they settle down at a bank
of computers that takes up part of one wall of their huge, unfurnished loft.
In the afternoon there’s band practice, and usually by evening they’ve
cut a new track or two. Out of this period of entrenched monasticism (the guys’
girlfriends and children visit some weekends) they’re going to get at least
one new album, a tight stage act, a well-maintained website, dramatically improved
computer, production, rap and instrumental skills and, rarest of all, the ability
to control their careers that comes with the sum of all those.
independent mindstate is about, ‘What can I do with what I have to continue
to work independently–and to succeed?’" says Lil’ Sci, the
smallest and friendliest member of S.O.L. The brother of the more introverted
I.D., Sci is probably the one of the group’s three rappers least likely
to frame its goals in religious terms. "There’s no one target that
we’re aiming at," he says. "It’s the Scienz of Life, and
no man on this planet can know the whole thing."
member of S.O.L. is Inspector Willabee, who goes by the name Ra. He’s been
into Nuwaubian learning the longest, having been down since the Bushwick days,
when he was a young teenager. His are the most esoteric verses on Scienz of
Life’s debut full-length, Coming Forth by Day… He describes
the Ancient Egiptian Order as a fraternity or "sacred brotherhood."
Asked about his lyrics, Ra says, "Our duty as a hiphop triad is to go out
in the world and teach what we’ve been taught, and raise up our brothers
and sisters, to have them walk the long journey on the short path with us. Because
we’re not in this alone. There’s a lot of mysteries and a lot of sciences
that have been dormant, waiting for this time, the time of the young warriors
to resurrect the sciences."
a professorial gravity that belies his 26 years. He’s been more or less
on his own since he was 15, when conflicts with his mother over the Nuwaubian
teachings led to his leaving home and school. (Nuwaubian elders later convinced
him to return to both.) He’s gone a long way with Dr. York, whom in our
interview Ra refers to as "Illustrious Worshipful Master." Despite
his seriousness, Ra has a good sense of humor and an appreciation for irony.
It’s he who points out that the building that houses Scienz of Life’s
loft was once, of all things, a cotton mill. "There’s so many secrets
here in the South, and it’s all about our people," he says. "It’s
that in ancient times, before even the continents broke apart, the Atlanta area
was a recreation spot for a group of Egiptians called Nubuns. "At the time
they called [the land] right here ‘Utla,’ which meant, ‘to vacate,’
as in a vacation place," says Ra. "It changed from ‘Utla’
to ‘Atlan,’ and this is where your story of Atlantis came from. They
say Atlantis disappeared, but it didn’t disappear, the lands just broke
off from each other. And this became known as Egipt of the West" …and
of course Atlanta.
explains, at one time took his students through a course of study on Native
American culture, tracing its links to Egipt through ethnic bloodlines, rituals
and language. It seems these are central to the Nuwaubian mode of inquiry, which
also tends to involve full immersion. "The more you educate yourself about
yourself and other people, the less ignorant you become…in order to know
anything about a theology, you have to become a part of it wholeheartedly,"
says Ra. Scienz of Life, too, learns by doing, picking things up as they go
along. Ra explicitly notes the resonance between the Nuwaubian process and his
crew’s ongoing self-education in technology. In both, there are always
necessary upgrades to newer, better information.
from the Nuwaubian schools of Judaism, Christianity, Islam, etc. gives Ra a
serene sense of worldliness. It’s a trait more commonly found among children
of privilege. "We had to go through it," he says. "[After] educating
yourself in all that, you be like, ‘Hold up. I can speak Arabic! I can
speak Hebrew!’ I can go in anybody’s community and talk to them, and
they don’t feel threatened by me… I look like the average little black
kid down the street. They’re not expecting me to come into their store
and speak to them in their language. They expect me to act like a total asshole.
When we come in and talk to people in their language, and we talk to people
about things that they think that we don’t know about, it surprises them
and it kind of humbles them out."
like 80s hiphop’s righteous Afrocentrics, claim that most if not all that’s
worth knowing originated with the culture of their ancestors. In contrast to
those Afrocentrics, the young men of Scienz of Life don’t feel ripped off,
for the simple reason that they view what was almost lost to history as in the
process of being restored. "Peacefulness comes with certainty," suggests
Lil’ Sci. "When you’re speaking about actual happenings and facts,
and things that are real, there’s no hostility involved."
died and then came back and said, ‘This is absolutely right,’"
adds Ra. "But what we do know is that there were examples set for us of
how to live on Earth together in harmony with nature and one another, and if
we can follow those examples we can make the world a better place."
met at the gate of Tama-Ra wore a safari hat. I told him I was a journalist,
and he told me I couldn’t interview anybody about their personal life or
Dr. York’s. No one would be available to discuss pending court cases about
building permits, which were brought against the Nuwaubians by the local sheriff’s
office. He also said I couldn’t ask about the private affairs of Wesley
Snipes. (It was widely reported earlier this year that Snipes purchased about
250 acres of land adjacent to Tama-Re, and promptly applied to the ATF for firing-range
permits, as he planned to run a security-guard training facility on his new
land. Permission was apparently denied. Snipes grew up in the South Bronx, and
his production company is called Amen Ra. He did not comment on the stories.)
After I agreed to these terms, he told me where to park my car, and said a tour
guide would meet me there.
a young man, probably in his 20s, named Seti Wah Amun. He apologized repeatedly
for his dirty t-shirt, explaining that he preferred to be better dressed when
meeting visitors, but had been working outdoors until the moment I arrived.
When I’d pulled up I noticed a group of men working in a grassy field.
I guessed they were farming, but it turned out they were grooming rocks out
of the lawn to prepare for its use as a soccer field. A lot of children live
at length about the deity statues (not animal-headed but anthropomorphic, wearing
masks), the pyramids (the black one absorbs heat energy, which is used for a
ritual that occurs inside), a human maze that can’t be seen from the road
(called The Labyrinth) and all the other visible structures on the site. Compared
to the nearest town, Eatonton, where I’d stopped for a bottle of water,
Tama-Re felt like a place built for humans. Eatonton has a deserted town square
with a gray Civil War statue and a faux-stately courthouse. The only place where
people were gathered was the developed strip with the fast-food franchises and
the supermarket, itself dingy and depressing, with aisles clogged by morose
and obese shoppers.
Southern irony: Eatonton was the hometown of Joel Chandler Harris, the amateur
folklorist who recorded the "Uncle Remus" tales–about Brer Rabbit
and such–which were extremely popular in late-19th-Century America. Harris’
work is praiseworthy in as much as it saved for posterity stories that might
have otherwise been forgotten, but the best that can be said about his claims
of authorship are that they were in step with the racism of his day. Harris
went beyond that standard by asserting, correctly, that most of the trickster
tales originated in Africa, but dealt black Americans an unforgivable libel
by postulating that from this single shard of their demolished culture a theory
about former-slaves’ true nature could be formulated.)
a loop of ambient music plays 24-7. It’s an abstract "om" drone,
not unlike a Tibetan chant tape, possibly performed and recorded by Doc himself,
and amplified from speakers near the pyramids. It’s probably not audible
from the area with the rows of long, block houses in which Tama-Reans reside.
That area is off limits to visitors (as are a stage area with a movie screen,
and a recording studio), but I could see a jungle gym and swingset in full use.
Bushwick it ain’t.
away from the road in a series of hillocks, like little steppes, and the footpaths
seem set up to accentuate this, lending pedestrians a sense of being enfolded
within the landscape. The Egiptian structures (which don’t look as magnificent
up close as they do from Rte. 142, since most are made of concrete painted to
resemble stone bricks), fit well within this scheme. That, and the bold-yet-tasteful
use of color, make it clear that the Nuwaubian community boasts a number of
talented artisans, and a planning commission wise enough to see their plans
through for the good of all. "We are the ancient Tama-Reans," said
Seti. "It’s only right that we display craftsmanship and zeal."
what Ra had told me about the local Native Americans and the Atlantis myth.
He added that America, too, has a basis in Egiptian culture. That’s why
there’s a pyramid on the back of a dollar, and why our government chose
to honor the memory of George Washington with an enormous obelisk in DC. The
name "USA," Seti continued, is nothing but the Egiptian word "usa,"
which means "eye." The all-seeing eye, he said, is an important symbol
in America. It’s on the dollar, too.
effect of American Egiptology is Nuwaubian patriotism. "It’s beautiful
that we live in a country that recognizes a good system for doing things,"
he said. "It works. Egipt was a very spiritual place." I asked Seti
how he could love a government that sees fit to intrude on his community. (Last
year local police came to Tama-Re and padlocked buildings they claimed were
in violation of municipal codes.) My tour guide replied, "You get good
and bad everywhere you go. I like to focus on people who help, on the good in
people, the good in our government."
other visitors to attend to. A middle-aged black man, bald with a well-groomed
beard, and his daughter, maybe 10 years old, were also there for the first time.
Naturally, the kid loved it. Her dad, whom I’ll call Jack, said she’d
seen photos of Tama-Re in her classroom at school. Seti asked where they were
from (DeKalb County, back toward Atlanta) and started them off with explanations
I’d already heard, so I was granted permission to wander around alone for
a few Tama-Reans who were out and about, but, in keeping with the agreement
I’d made at the gate, refrained from asking personal questions. Everyone
was amiable and down-to-earth. No one else was nearby when I noticed something
that would, anywhere but there, surely have been the most impressive thing around.
But at Tama-Re I’d actually walked within 100 feet of it once and completely
missed it. Twelve Cadillac Sevilles, parked side by side, decorate one of the
gentle slopes of Tama-Re. They’re old 70s Sevilles–the kind with the
truncated back end. These 12 were customized, all different, yet all in a manner
best described by the Brooklyn term "pimped out." Extra chrome, especially
on the grill, and blaring two-tone color schemes made the fleet (you’d
think) impossible to miss. At first it appeared they might have rolled in while
I had my back turned, but on closer inspection it looked more like they’d
been sitting dormant for a while.
the Seville club is out of commission," said Seti when I caught up with
him. He and his two charges were up by the Isis statue, where tours end. He
explained that the cars were no more than a relic from the Nuwaubians’
Brooklyn days. The organization had a lot of Cadillac enthusiasts back then,
interested in the education of Tama-Re’s children. Seti told him Nuwaubians
were free to send their kids to public school, Catholic school, whatever, and
that, with state approval, some Tama-Reans homeschooled (similarly, some adults
leave Tama-Re for work every day, others work there). "You should homeschool
as much as you can," Jack told him. He said he worked with young people,
as a juvenile probation officer, and was dismayed at the failures of Georgia’s
public education system. Seti agreed, noting that the feeling he had in school
that "something was just not right" led to problems in his early adulthood.
(He cited two examples of misguiding lessons: the story about Columbus discovering
America and triple homonym "to," "two" and "too.")
Then he repeated that Nuwaubians are free to educate their children as they
with Jack alone just before he left Tama-Re, so I asked him what he thought
about the place. He said he found it beautiful and was impressed with the amount
of work that had gone into building it, adding that more black people–more
people, period–should know about the kinds of things Seti had told us.
I opined that not everyone wants new information, and Jack agreed. Then I confessed
that I, for one, was not sure how to deal with Nuwaubian facts that conflicted
with things I’d learned previously. I asked Jack if he was having the same
problem, and he replied, speaking slowing and carefully, "I went to school
in the 50s and 60s. Education, back then, was on a ‘need-to-know’
basis. That raised questions…about information that was withheld. It makes
you question, ‘Why was it withheld?’ and ‘Who benefits from that?’"
and his daughter drove away, I sat at a picnic table near the gold-painted pyramid
and waited for the bookstore inside it to open. Turns out the place is busier
at night (local papers have reported that there are a few hundred Nuwaubians
who live at Tama-Re and a few hundred more in surrounding areas–conservative
estimates). Around sunset, a sign above the pyramid door was illuminated, and
I traversed the red wooden footbridge, over a moat stocked with goldfish and
carp, that leads inside. And this is where the story gets complicated.
an outsider is likely to notice about Nuwaubian literature is that every word
is capitalized. That’s actually not so unusual for publications this distant
from the mainstream. Then there’s the graphic style–York employs a
cut-and-paste method, with images sampled from magazines, newspapers and textbooks,
as well as many original pen-and-ink drawings, illustrating his text.
struck by the content of that text. It is, for the most part, a good deal further
afield than my Nuwaubian tour guide and interview subjects let on. For an organization
that is not a religion, but has a passion for the study of ancient history and
science, the Nuwaubian scrolls contain a remarkable number of writings about
aliens and God.
did short pieces on the Nuwaubians’ building-permit conflicts, or on the
Snipes mystery, had to summarize Tama-Rean beliefs in a single phrase. It’s
not at all hard to use a passage from one of Dr. York’s books to paint
him and his students with the same brush the media has applied to other strange
new American religions. Because those are usually written about only when their
adherents incur some tragedy, this tends to make the Nuwaubian phenomenon look
material about Dr. York being from beyond the stars, and about a millennial
occurrence, expected in 2003, involving the ascension of 144,000 people. It’s
also true that he’s fathered children by several different mothers. But
statements to the effect that these facts characterize Nuwaubian beliefs–Time’s
piece on Tama-Re, for example, was headlined "Space Invaders"–are
every school of "alternative" information popular in the U.S. since
the late 60s is represented in York’s hefty output. His patchwork approach
is not just applied to graphics. A partial list, from my notes, of places I’d
encountered Nuwaubian notions before includes Chariots of the Gods and
the Rael’s embellishments on that book, conspiracy lit, UFO lit, the human
potential movement, Buddhism and new-age, astrology, theosophy and Blavatsky,
Leonard Jeffries and other Afrocentrics, Cayce, LaRouche, alternative medicine,
self-help lit, Satanism, the Atkins diet, numerology and yoga. Many of these
York mentions by name. There are also extensive discourses on the Torah, Gospels
and Koran, as well as on Rastafarianism, the Nation of Islam and the Five Percent
a place in the Nuwaubian worldview, though York’s aims often seem to involve
discrediting or debunking religions. The Body Parts of God!!, for example,
contains an explanation for the apparent resurrection of Jesus: The apostles
sent Judas to the cross instead, the Romans didn’t know the difference,
then three days later Jesus simply showed his face again.
material always falls into the realm of the non-disprovable, and York’s
scriptural quotes, translations and evocations of scientific fact (there’s
plenty of physics and chemistry) hold up as far as they can be verified. Etymological
analysis abounds, and sometimes involves Nuwaupic (the Nuwaubian language, for
which York has written an extensive dictionary/phrasebook, including both transliterations
and hieroglyphics), but, again, it seems that as far as the linguistics can
be verified, they are sound.
of dozens of extraterrestrial species and how their genealogies are interwoven
with humans’ are among the most detailed and extensive passages I read.
If the overarching thrust of York’s fringe syncretism is that everything
powerful people call bogus is actually true (and if you think he lifted that
from Men in Black or X-Files, consider that York’s been publishing
without copyrights since 1967), his doctrine of alien miscegenation could be
seen by skeptics as a one-up on genetic determinism, and a mirror on American
racial obsessions. The belief that our universe’s spectrum of intelligence
does not start and end with humanity, anyway, is not so rare.
of Life and Tariq from the Hemisphere maintain that everything in Dr. York’s
books is factual and consistent. When asked if they see him as a human being–because
in some of his writings he seems to be claiming to be an extraterrestrial–both
young men said, yes, of course, and suggested that I understand those passages
as channeled. They said he’s a man, but not an ordinary man. After reading
a few of Doc’s books, I consider the last part of that statement indisputable.
not a coincidence that the two most controversial threads of American underground
knowledge are conspicuously absent from the Nuwaubian tapestry: drug lore and
anti-Semitism. He’s definitely antidrug, and though I did dig up some quotes
online, attributed to York, contradicting modern Jews’ claimed link to
the ancient Hebrews, the passage didn’t even approach the accusations leveled
in, say, Nation of Islam writings. It’s safe to say that Nuwaubians see
the mechanisms behind worldly events as more complex than 12 rabbis sitting
around a big table.
his dander up in print, at times, about white supremacy and clandestine power.
It’s no small point of Nuwaubian history that the descendants of Egiptians
were largely ignorant of their cultural heritage while Masons and other secret
societies used the "lost" sciences to powerful effect. According to
Ra, anger about this, like orthodox Islam, was but a Nuwaubian phase: "Dr.
York brought us through the school of hating the devil so much, of quote-unquote
not liking the white man so much, until we found out it was ridiculous. It makes
no sense to hate even one individual. You’re stuck on the planet Earth
in the year 2000–what are you going to do, keep hating people? Or are you
going to educate yourself and other people, so you can teach your children,
and so they can teach their children and so on through the generations until
the ignorance of the planet is bred out?" he said.
not dated, so it’s difficult for readers who were not along for the ride
to get a sense of how what Ra describes as a living tradition grew and changed.
is even on record as opposed to hiphop. Man from Planet Rizq contains
a chapter on how different sounds affect the body. In it, York likens listening
to rap music to microwaving one’s brain cells. "You gotta understand,
Doc was coming from a parent’s point of view–he’s fiftysomething
years old," said York’s adopted son, Tariq, about that passage. Like
many old-school hiphop fans, it seems, Dr. York was dismayed by the murders
of Tupac and the Notorious B.I.G., and began to view rap as a destructive force
in the black youth community. Scienz of Life, too, alludes to flexibility within
Dr. York’s thought process. According to Ra, "He realized that hiphop
is the voice of young people in America–and all over the world now."
me one of his favorite Nuwaubian texts is the one used as an introduction to
the teachings, a small handbook titled Your Potential. Bound in purple
hardcover with the Nuwaubian symbol–which merges an ankh, star of David
and crescent–on the front, it’s not vastly different from other self-help
books that involve the acknowledgment of a higher power. An inscription on Your
Potential’s inside cover reads, "Don’t Try To Change The
Wind Or The Sea, Just Change The Sail!" As Tariq sees them, self-sufficiency
is the object of his foster father’s lessons. "People who are really
listening to what he’s saying, to what he’s really teaching,"
he said, "are going to make it."
in the Tama-Re bookstore are mainstream children’s books about ancient
Egypt, Tama-Re t-shirts, Dr. York lectures and Q&A sessions on cassette
and video, Nuwaubian calendars, the monthly magazine of the Ancient Egiptian
Order and many of York’s books that are available only to A.E.O. members
(anyone can join, though there also exist deeper levels of Nuwaubian initiation).
Book sales are the only obvious source of community income. It makes sense to
assume that members make donations, and that, given the federal government’s
expressed attitudes toward both unusual religions and large numbers of highly
organized black people, if the Nuwaubians were involved in any illegal or tax-evading
activity, they’d have been caught at it by now.
have seen fit to call Tama-Re a "compound," and to quote Eatonton
residents holding forth on the Nuwaubians in terms better suited to a Charlie
Daniels Band ditty about a fiddle duel. I find that inappropriate. None of the
Nuwaubians I met could be reasonably mistaken for people not worthy of common
courtesy and respect.
my visit to Tama-Re, I sat under a tree outside of the reformed cotton mill,
shooting the breeze with MF Doom. He lives near Atlanta, too, and since Ra and
the crew came down they’ve been in contact, having known each other for
more than a decade, through Nuwaubian and hiphop connections.
of the great intellects in hiphop history. (KMD’s 1991 debut album Mr.
Hood, in fact, plays extensively on the sort of imagery Joel Chandler Harris
helped fashion.) He’s not particularly active in the Order these days,
but was at Tama-Re last summer, for the annual Savior’s Day festival. It’s
held in June, on Dr. York’s birthday, and attracts celebrants from all
over the world. A non-Nuwaubian who attended this year’s event told me
he drove through pouring rain all the way from Atlanta to Eatonton that day,
but not a drop fell on the Land.
that the scrolls had thrown me for a loop, and asked point-blank for his opinion
on the whole Nuwaubian trip.
I think, that’s just a projected guess. I try to look at the facts about
it. The vibe is good–unlike I’ve ever felt anywhere else. It’s
one of the first places I ever seen where there’s more than 100 people
and nobody smoking a cigarette.
as how it’s been going, and what he’s been saying, and raising the
children, keeping people together on some real property," he concluded,
"well, I’m looking at it like it’s working."
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Scienz of Life’s
Coming Forth by Day… (Subverse) and MF Doom’s Operation:
Doomsday (Fondle ’Em/Metal Face) are available wherever independent
hiphop records and CDs are sold. The debut album by the Hemisphere will be released
in January by Soundright Music.
Scienz of Life’s