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                      <h1><a moz-do-not-send="true"
                          href="http://rule19.org/download-film/film-130117-patrice-lumumba.pdf"><img
                            alt=""
                            src="cid:part1.06090406.04080405@mynas.com"
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                            height="697" hspace="20"></a><font
                          face="Aharoni"><i><b>Patrice Lumumba</b></i></font></h1>
                      <big><b><i>"the most important assassination of
                            the 20th century</i></b><b>"</b></big><br>
                      ~ <font color="#666666">Ludo De Witte, the
                        Belgian author of the best book on this crime: <b><u>The

                            Assassination of Lumumba</u></b></font><br>
                      <u> </u><br>
                      <h1> </h1>
                      <p> Showing Thursday, January 17, in Cambridge [<a
href="http://rule19.org/download-film/film-130117-patrice-lumumba.pdf"
                          moz-do-not-send="true">please download
                          distribute & flyer</a>]</p>
                      <p>Patrice Lumumba, the first legally elected
                        prime minister of the Democratic Republic of the
                        Congo (DRC), was assassinated 52 years ago, on
                        17 January, 1961. This heinous crime was a
                        culmination of 2 inter-related assassination
                        plots by American and Belgian governments, which
                        used Congolese accomplices and a Belgian
                        execution squad to carry out the deed.</p>
                      <p> This docudrama tells the true story of
                        Lumumba's rise to power and brutal
                        assassination. Using newly discovered historical
                        evidence, Haitian-born and later Congo-raised
                        writer and director <b>Raoul Peck<font
                            color="#ff0000">*</font></b> renders an
                        emotional and tautly woven account of this man
                        with a flair for oratory and an uncompromising
                        belief in the capacity of his homeland to build
                        a prosperous nation independent of its former
                        Belgium overlords. </p>
                      <p> Lumumba is led to slaughter by commercial and
                        political interests in Belgium, the US, and the
                        international community -- where political
                        entities, captains of commerce, and the military
                        dovetail in their quest for economic and
                        political hegemony.</p>
                      <blockquote class=" cite" id="Cite_0">
                        <p><font color="#ff0000">[<b>*</b><b>Raoul Peck</b>
                            is an award-winning Haitian filmmaker, of
                            both documentary and feature films, and a
                            political activist. Briefly, in the 1990s,
                            he was Haiti's Minister of Culture]</font></p>
                      </blockquote>
                      <p>"<i>I had lunched with Larry Devlin<b><font
                              color="#ff0000">*</font></b>, my former
                          patron and the famous eminence grise of the
                          Congo program of the early sixties. After two
                          long tours in the Congo, where he had shuffled
                          new governments like cards, finally settling
                          on Mobutu as president, Devlin had been put in
                          charge of the agency's paramilitary program in
                          Laos.</i>"  ~John Stockwell, CIA agent<br>
                      </p>
                      <blockquote class=" cite" id="Cite_0">
                        <p><b><font color="#ff0000">[*</font></b><font
                            color="#ff0000"><b>Larry Devli</b>n,
                            stationed for many years in Africa, was CIA
                            Station Chief in the Democratic Republic of
                            the Congo [DRC] when Lumumba was
                            assassinated.]</font><br>
                        </p>
                      </blockquote>
                      <p>"<i>Alternatives for dealing with 'the problem'
                          were considered, among them poison (a supply
                          was sent to the CIA station chief in
                          Leopoldville), a high-powered rifle, and
                          free-lance hit men. But it proved hard to get
                          close enough to Lumumba to use these, so,
                          instead, the CIA supported anti-Lumumba
                          elements within the factionalized Congo
                          government.</i>"     ~ Eric Hochschild, author
                        King Leopold's Ghost<u><br>
                        </u></p>
                      <p><br>
                        See excerpt:  <a moz-do-not-send="true"
                          href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DGdf7wX-E7g">Lumuba
independence
day




                          speech</a><br>
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                      <p><br>
                        <b>When/where</b><br>
                        doors open 6:40; film starts promptly 7pm<br>
                        243 Broadway, Cambridge - corner of Broadway and
                        Windsor,<br>
                        entrance on Windsor<br>
                        <a moz-do-not-send="true"
                          href="http://rule19.org/videos">rule19.org/videos</a><br>
                        <br>
                        Please join us for a stimulating night out;
                        bring your friends!<br>
                        <b>free film, free refreshments, & free door
                          prizes.</b><b><br>
                        </b><b> [donations are encouraged]</b><br>
                        <br>
                        "<i>You can't legislate good will - that comes
                          through education</i>." ~ Malcolm X<br>
                        <br>
                        <b>UPandOUT film series</b> - see <a
                          moz-do-not-send="true"
                          href="http://rule19.org/videos">rule19.org/videos</a><br>
                        <br>
                        Why should YOU care? It's YOUR money that pays
                        for US/Israeli wars - on Iraq, Afghanistan,
                        Iran, Palestine, Libya. Syria, Iran, So America,
                        etc etc - for billionaire bailouts, for ever
                        more ubiquitous US prisons, for the loss of
                        liberty and civil rights...<br>
                      </p>
                      <p><br>
                        <b>Dedicated to the memory and spirit of Patrice
                          Emery Lumumba</b><br>
                        (2 July 1925  -- 17 January 1961)<br>
                        <br>
                        <i>The soldiers stole you and two others<br>
                          into the back of a truck<br>
                          in the middle of the night<br>
                          put you in a bag tied up your beaten bloody
                          body with rope<br>
                          sweating as they drove you into the middle of
                          the country<br>
                          Katanga Province, Africa<br>
                          in a far off field<br>
                          where there were no lights<br>
                          where you could not see anything<br>
                          they assassinated you and two ministers Okito
                          and Mpolo<br>
                          <br>
                          they attacked to kill you<br>
                          they ripped apart your body<br>
                          scattering it bone by bone across the fields<br>
                          so that the blood mixed with the earth<br>
                          they hid you and they hid their murder of you<br>
                          they thought that by doing this your spirit
                          would break<br>
                          they thought that by doing this your memory
                          would be broken<br>
                          <br>
                          but a week before the killing you had written
                          to your wife,<br>
                          “I prefer to die with my head unbowed, my
                          faith unshakable,<br>
                          and with profound trust in the destiny of my
                          country.”<br>
                          <br>
                          Patrice Lumumba – born in the village of
                          Onalua in Kasai province,<br>
                          the Congo<br>
                          you called for an independent country in those
                          stuffy halls<br>
                          where people taunted you with their
                          viciousness<br>
                          you were not afraid to speak the truth<br>
                          because you knew that a village, a country,
                          perhaps even<br>
                          the world would remember your words<br>
                          <br>
                          the night knows your secrets<br>
                          the way you envisioned a united Africa<br>
                          Lumumba<br>
                          something about your spirit moves me<br>
                          across these many years<br>
                          in a land far away<br>
                          something about your very presence on this
                          earth moves<br>
                          me to tears<br>
                          just as your mother stood outside her small
                          house<br>
                          as the sky was changing to dusk<br>
                          stood crying into hands which could not stop
                          the tears<br>
                          from falling, dripping onto the earth<br>
                          so that a river of tears fell at her feet<br>
                          <br>
                          Lumumba<br>
                          Lumumba<br>
                          your name should become a chant for all free
                          thinking people<br>
                          you who longed for corruption-free politics<br>
                          who took pride in every step you walked<br>
                          for a free independent Congo you said<br>
                          and those words became a sacred chant for your
                          people<br>
                          <br>
                          they wanted your name to be forgotten<br>
                          they wanted your warrior feeling to be cast
                          out<br>
                          they wanted to stamp on your vision<br>
                          but it is not forgotten Lumumba<br>
                          Lumumba<br>
                          your mother weeping into her cupped hands<br>
                          the tears filling her face her neck her body<br>
                          Lumumba<br>
                          your name is not erased from our history books<br>
                          but brought back to life<br>
                          and lived…<br>
                        </i><br>
                        Copyright 2011 ~ Dorothy Johnson-Laird<br>
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