Summary of Angela Y. Davis's Angela Davis

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#1 I was alone with Helen hiding from the police, and I was grieving over the death of someone I loved. Two days earlier, in her house in Los Angeles' Echo Park, I learned about the Marin County Courthouse revolt and the death of my friend Jonathan Jackson.

#2 My life was now that of a fugitive, and fugitives are constantly paranoid. I had to learn how to elude him, outsmart him, and be worthy of my ancestors who had waited for nightfall to cover their steps.

#3 I had to move quickly. The police were swarming around me and my friends. I knew that if a full-fledged search were conducted, Helen and Tim’s place would not be safe. I had known them for a number of years, and although they were not members of any movement organization, they had a history of radical political activity.

#4 I was finally ready to hole up in Las Vegas, until the search for me intensified. I had to leave and meet with my friend David Poindexter in Chicago.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: May 5, 2022
• ISBN: 9798822503328

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Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 5

Insights from Chapter 6

Insights from Chapter 7

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I was alone with Helen hiding from the police, and I was grieving over the death of someone I loved. Two days earlier, in her house in Los Angeles' Echo Park, I learned about the Marin County Courthouse revolt and the death of my friend Jonathan Jackson.

#2

My life was now that of a fugitive, and fugitives are constantly paranoid. I had to learn how to elude him, outsmart him, and be worthy of my ancestors who had waited for nightfall to cover their steps.

#3

I had to move quickly. The police were swarming around me and my friends. I knew that if a full-fledged search were conducted, Helen and Tim’s place would not be safe. I had known them for a number of years, and although they were not members of any movement organization, they had a history of radical political activity.

#4

I was finally ready to hole up in Las Vegas, until the search for me intensified. I had to leave and meet with my friend David Poindexter in Chicago.

#5

I had to disguise myself as David to meet with his political opponents, but the curly wig I wore was not good enough for a situation that would become more dangerous. I had to improvise the details of my journey as we went along.

#6

I was afraid for my parents, who were still in Detroit. I had to buy some clothes so I could get out of the things I had been wearing for the last few days. I was also jealous because David could go out when he wished.

#7

I decided I would not leave the country, but I thought I could lead the FBI to believe that I had. I wrote a statement that I would deliver to someone who could release it to the press. I wrote about Jonathan's youthful, even romantic, determination to challenge the injustices of the prison system.

#8

I had been underground about two months when I woke up and got dressed. I was nervous about how much longer I could endure isolation. I was sure that all these white men around me were police agents waiting to capture me. But nothing happened.

#9

I was completely calm as I walked towards my room. I was aware of the guns being pointed at me, but I didn’t feel afraid. I was completely calm, even when the agents pulled me out of the elevator and into the motel corridor.

#10

I was arrested in 1970 and brought to the FBI headquarters, where I was met by a woman with bleached-out hair who searched me. I told them I had nothing to say to the FBI, and demanded access to a telephone. They ignored me. Finally, they said that an attorney, Gerald Lefcourt, was on the telephone.

#11

I was brought to the New York Women’s House of Detention, which was located in the Village. It was the same building where I had seen the faceless women I would never be able to answer scream at me from behind the bars.

#12

I was eventually led to a large windowless room, where I was left alone to wait. A new guard was sent