Running Down The Walls 2025

Hybachi LeMar and Champ from the Black Autonomy Federation calls in from SCI Huntingdon to address the crowd at Running Down The Walls Chicago 2025:

Hey, what’s going on? How yall feeling? Alright, cool! Thanks for inviting me to Running Down The Walls. Without further ado:

Hi, how you guys doing? My name is Champ, I’m a member of the Black Autonomy Federation Prison Chapter, and I just want to thank yall for fighting for me. The way I see it, we’re all in chains, in a way, because we’re all fighting. Every single one of us is in captivity because we’re all being exploited – whether it’s mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, or financially – we all gotta fight together for our freedom. I appreciate everything you guys are doing for me out here. I hope that it continues – not just today, in this moment or the next hour, but for the rest of your life, going forward from here. [This is a call from Pennsylvania State Correctional Institution – Huntingdon – This call is subject to recording and monitoring] Anarchist solidarity. Thank you!

Hey, what’s going on! It’s LeMar. The smile on this brother’s face says a lot about the power out there that yall have within yourselves. And with that said –

To The Anarchists, to the incendiaries, to the radical on the run, and the visionary –
Be empowered knowing development is a constant, a form of energy that we can convert or divert at any moment.
From inside out, ideological resonance, energy is potential. And your potential is explosively intimate.

In solidarity with the compas at Cook County Jail, with the compas at Jacksonville State Correctional Institution, and in solidarity with all who have their boots laced and their sneakers tied tight, ready to run down the walls!

Love and soli yall!

Birthday & Pre-Release Fundraiser for Incarcerated Author, Father, & Community Organizer Hybachi LeMar!

Flyer for Hybachi LeMar prerelease fundraiser

Donate Link to Support Hybachi Fundraiser on GiveButter

Today, July 7, is Hybachi LeMar’s birthday! 🥳 Let’s take some time today and in the coming weeks to show him some serious love, as he is spending his birthday inside the wretched walls of SCI Huntingdon in Pennsylvania–another birthday away from his family, friends, and community. Fortunately, this will be Hybachi’s *last* birthday behind prison walls, as he is up for release in the coming months, and is expected to be back home in Chicago by the spring!

On this very special day that brought us our dear friend Hybachi, a beloved community organizer, author, father, son, and comrade, we are kicking off a pre-release fundraiser to ensure that he is well-supported throughout his remaining time in the Pennsylvania prison system and will have a smooth transition upon his release. Hybachi has run out of commissary and phone funds, which allow him to purchase and maintain basic necessities and to keep in regular contact with his loved ones–most importantly his quadriplegic mother for whom he has been the primary source of emotional and material support since he was a child. In addition to sustaining these funds to support him while in prison, this fundraiser aims to raise the funds that will be needed for Hybachi’s housing, transportation, and other necessities of life to help him get back on his feet upon his release.

These funds will help not only Hybachi but also the broader community, as anyone who knows Hybachi knows that he is an incredibly giving and respected long-time community organizer and activist; he has volunteered an enormous amount of his time to mutual aid projects to help people in need–distributing food, literature, hygiene and health supplies, creating warming centers for houseless people on Chicago’s South Side, and more. He worked tirelessly in Chicago’s poor and low-income communities for years before he went to prison. He sees himself as a servant of the people, not only providing food and other necessities but also uplifting and educational reading material. His community service continues even while in prison; while incarcerated, he has helped people get their GED’s, advocated against abuse, advocated for reading material and inspired a passion for reading in countless other prisoners. He has built bridges of love and solidarity during his time in prison, organizing weekly book clubs and even assembling and teaching an African spirituality class and study group in the prison chapel.

Above all, Hybachi is a loving and devoted son. He is the only child of his beloved mother Nimmy, who has been paralyzed and wheelchair-bound since she was tragically and horrifically shot in the neck nearly 40 years ago. Hybachi has been Nimmy’s primary caretaker since he was a small child; a friend who has taken on much of her care during Hybachi’s incarceration attested to the “immense responsibility” Hybachi has carried “to ensure his mother survives and has the fullest life possible since he was only 10 years old.”

If that weren’t enough, Hybachi goes out of his way on a daily basis to not only help but inspire and empower people and their communities; below are just some examples of what other friends and community members have said about him in recent months.

“For over a year I volunteered alongside [Hybachi] at a weekly food bank . . . . I spent 5 hours every Saturday volunteering with him, and had the chance to observe him delivering not only food but also a joyful smile, camaraderie and genuine respect to communities in need. He is beloved by the over 70 families who attend the food distribution, who continue to ask about him every week. His service, and his kindness, are deeply missed. I have also spoken with him at length about his education workshops, in which he uses political memoirs to support at risk youth in their own journey of self-discovery. It is a great way to use popular education as a tool for self-knowledge and self-empowerment.

[Hybachi] grew up in unimaginably brutal circumstances. That he is a luminous, incandescent and generous spirit is something of a miracle. He serves his community in so many ways! He is also a great talent who deserves to be nurtured. With the right support, [Hybachi] could become one of the most important abolitionist writers of his generation.

Please give him the chance to flourish and serve his community. He is beloved, he is needed, he is a source of great inspiration, joy and courage to so many others.”

“I have worked closely with him . . . to share thousands of pounds of food with Chicago residents. He has done this tirelessly, without pay or recognition. He has gone to areas no one else in the Coalition will go, specifically housing projects on the south side that are food deserts. The work he has done there is irreplaceable and hasn’t happened since his unfortunate incarceration. The people need him back.”

“When I met [Hybachi] two years ago, he helped change the way I think about the world for the better. He taught me ways to think and engage my brain so that it was easier to get through the day-to-day. He inspired me to write, to read, and to treat every single person I engage with, with the utmost intention and respect. . . . I have seen [Hybachi] go far beyond the average person to help youth and disabled elders, including his quadriplegic mother, to get the care that they need and be equipped with the basic resources to survive. [Hybachi] is a teacher and a mentor to many youths on the southside of Chicago and since he has been in prison, his presence has been greatly missed.”

“[M]any people [in the Chicago community] looked to him as a source of knowledge, reassurance and support. I was deeply touched by his sense of dedication to making the world a better place for those around him. . . . I truly have never met anyone like him. He is someone who has faced a huge amount of adversity and hardship over the course of his life, who has fully committed himself to helping the people he loves and the world around him. I greatly admire him, particularly the beautiful relationship he has cultivated with his mother and the dedication he displays in caring for her.”

Please donate and share this fundraiser widely! Any and all donations are immensely appreciated by Hybachi!! Please visit Hybachi’s support website to learn more about Hybachi, read his writings, purchase his books, and send him a letter! https://www.helpacompacontinuehismission.com/

The Censorship of Ideas is a Form of Psychological Warfare: A Message from the Diversionary Treatment Unit

Hybachi LeMar speaks from SCI Huntingdon:

(contributing to the Midwest Censorship Update 2025 zine)

In The Palestinian Prisoner’s Movement: A History, it’s written that “the primacy of the liberation of prisoners as a collective goal of the Palestinian resistance is also emergent from the unity of imprisonment as a place of militant development, training, and socialization”.

It teaches of the universality of imprisonment as a weapon of warfare, and occupation, and that whenever there is occupation, there is rebellion, and that even the most brutal forms of imprisonment can themselves become schools of revolt.

In “Black Anarchism and the Black Radical Tradition”, Atticus Bagby-Williams and Nsambu Za Suekama articulates that “black anarchist politics reside within a cultural oral tradition”. Letters from jail and from exiled revolutionaries and self-published literature in the form of zines, primarily because many initial black anarchist intellectuals emerge from prison struggles.

Brother Lorenzo Kom’boa Ervin points out that these materials are weapons against fascism, illiteracy, self-hatred, and lack of self-esteem. Printing and sharing these ideas revolutionary enough to subvert these interlocking oppressions are an essential means of our psychological self-defense.

Defense against kick-backs, coverups; of mice that eat through ramen noodle packets, of chipped-walls, peeling ceilings, roaches, no cell windows or air conditioning; slave labor, periodic denials of suicides. We’re in a violation of freedom of press: it takes maneuvering  under radar, under the censors, ideological – [this is a call from Pennsylvania State Correctional Institution Huntingdon. This call is subject to recording and monitoring]

Not a single lifer I spoke with where I’m confined was aware of the 2016 nor 2011 country-wide prison strike: a political form of protest – largely due to targeted newspapers denied to them by mailroom officials.

What helped me get through while in the hole? Self-discipline, meditation, and the application of knowledge. A healthy vibe of: do pushups and study. Do sit ups and study. Do dips off the side of the toilet and recall what I’ve learned while pacing the cell.

Robin D.G. Kelly acknowledged the way Robert F. Williams insisted that “all young black activists undergo personal and moral transformation”. It was a familiar lesson embodied in the lives of Malcolm X and later George Jackson, the idea that one possesses the revolutionary will to transform one’s self.

Government attacks on newspapers and books have played a particularly violent role in South Africa during apartheid. For example, as early as the 1950s, it was behind the repression of union papers like Morning Star; and in the 80s, on books like “Biko”, on the South African Bantu revolutionary who was banned from being communicated with while in public as well as his teachings before his torture and execution.

The power of print can also be felt in Rojava. Before 2011, when North and East Syria was pregnant with revolution, we saw several similar circumstances: labor pains, miscarriages of justice, society saturated with corruption and nepotism; surveillance and censorship everywhere. These very conditions, however, spawn a species of thinkers who evolved, who brood over books, whose diet consists of ideas, who find themselves stirring, mutating, in the reservoir of the repressed social imagination.

Before his assassination August 21, 1971, general and field marshal in the Black Panther Party George Jackson spoke of his revolutionary awakening, of his transformation. While in San Quentin he wrote “I met Marx, Lenin, Trotsky, Engels and Mao; and they redeemed me.”

And from an isolated cell on İmralı Island, Abdullah Ocalan – the now-renowned revolutionary of the Kurdish freedom movement – became exposed to the social ecology writings of anarchist Murray Bookchin. He cross-bred Bookchin’s ideas with his own principles of self-determination, which assisted dynamically in hatching the Rojava revolution.

Ocalan analyzed how our ecological crisis is a symptom of human hierarchy and domination. And with this diagnosis, directly inspired the democratic autonomous administration of North and East Syria DAANES with a radically feminist revolutionary prescription of direct democracy against the state.

The force of censorship has failed to repress the resurrecting powers of Black consciousness our martyr Steve Bantu Biko gave rise to; nor did it stop General George’s message in blood from making it clear to the American government that if it continues to kill us, then there will be funerals on both sides.

In the final analysis, the censorship of ideas is a form of psychological warfare. The state might ban our books, they may dispose of our bodies, but they fail to annihilate our ideas.

Our beloved compa Casey says “forward ever; forever forward.” It’s practically scientific: the more the repressive hands of state forces struggle to hold us back, only catapults us further into the expanding arms of the revolution.

 

A Birthday Message for my Mother

Listen to Hybachi LeMar speaking from SCI Huntingdon:

When I was six or seven, my mom tried to start feeding me oatmeal before school. I tried to let her know “Ma, I don’t like oatmeal that much”. After insisting, I gave in; asking that she’d let me eat it in my room while doing my homework at my desk before heading out. Each morning, I’d come down with my empty bowl and homework done: she’d smile, while taking my bowl, letting me know how proud she was of me before kissing my cheek, letting me know to have a good day at school. I was in the 3rd grade. One day, about two weeks later, I got home from school, opened the door, and there she was standing; as if waiting for me. I looked up, she said “Boy, I went to clean your room, when I opened the lid to your desk, it was overflowing with oatmeal!”

I don’t know if I ever got the chance to let her know that I understand the struggle of a single mom making sure I was always full and had something to eat, even if it was oatmeal at times. I was elated when she mixed it with pieces of bread for flavor. She always knows how to make the most out of anything, and with love; and I appreciate her.

She used to carry me on her back in a papoose, and clip my nails. She’d go over my homework with me, making sure I got my math right, and helped me sound out my words. I learned patience from her early on, when she’d take me to her job when she was a home healthcare worker. I loved the attention she always showed: from letting her boyfriends know that I came first, to humming and singing the theme song to the Muppets show. (Hybachi sings). Ah, boy.

This birthday, I’m saying Mom: thanks. Thanks for caring for me and for loving me. Thanks for flavoring my oatmeal, and for the delicious okra rice and hamburger hookups with the adobo. Thanks for washing my clothes by hand in the tub each week, and for ironing them each morning; for making sure I brushed my teeth and washed my face. Thanks for taking time to watch movies with me on the couch on Saturday nights, and for having my back at parole hearings. I love you mom, I got your back too. I’m proud of you and love you always.

Your son always, Thunna – aka Hybachi LeMar.

Self Discipline

Hybachi LeMar speaks from SCI Huntingdon:

Muata Ashby wrote that “The mind is capable of taking any direction it is given, provided the mind is disciplined and controlled.”

An aphorism in The Anarchybalion teaches that “The revolutionary is a free thinker able to walk out of one door in the mind and into another.”

In a world where the struggle for survival is not only a material goal but a mental priority, it’s of fundamental importance that we consistently exercise self discipline in our social lives as well as in our minds.

We make our beds each morning; it infuses us with the feeling that we have it together. We look in the mirror and tell ourselves a positive affirmation like “I”m a revolutionary”, or, “I’m a thinker”.

Those of us who are handy capable maintain presence of mind despite our dilemmas and find ourselves standing taller, standing stronger: in fact, more mentally intact than the most ice-hearted oppressors throughout the world who let their spirits be broken.

When you carry yourself like this, you can’t help but to glow. It reflects your maturity level and revolutionary development, despite how inhumane or reactionary the odds.

You operate with an elevated sense of self-esteem when you take, even if only for a moment, control over your life and project this inner power to change the world.

Remember that unlocking our inner powers requires dedication and patience. Never forget the power of your spoken word can bring a revolutionary shift in perspective.

You can use your tongue to touch someone to free them from an emotional prison. To paint an image into your and to another person’s mind, as a responsible art.

You’re free inside when you define yourself as you see fit, as Title-holder of who you are. As Erriel Kofi Addae expressed, “Being a self-definer is a liberating act of ceasing to allow those that oppress to define the oppressed.”

What this essentially means is that the power is yours on what to think, how to feel, what to direct your focus on. To detach yourself from any emotions that may have been holding you down. And you arrive from the dusk an emissary of the dawn; possessed with an inseparable sense of self. You return to bed at night a warrior of your own inner well being.

Update Message from Hybachi LeMar – On His Extradition to Pennsylvania DOC

We are sad to announce that, although Hybachi LeMar was scheduled to be released on parole from IDOC Jacksonville Correctional Center on October 4, 2024, he was instead picked up by Pennsylvania authorities on a warrant for an alleged parole violation. He was transported overnight from Illinois to Pennsylvania and is now incarcerated at SCI Smithfield.

Update Message from Hybachi LeMar:

Solidarity Greetings.

The following are the events surrounding my October 2024 transfer from Jacksonville, Illinois.

On October 4th, I was exported by U.S. Security Transportation Services van from Jacksonville Correctional Center, first to Connersville, Indiana, where I slept in a hallway of its county jail overnight, en route to Pennsylvania. I arrived the next evening at SCI Smithfield.

And while the other two passengers who were picked up from different parts of the country were given their customary browns, clothing exchange, I was put in a cell in order to place all the clothes I had on into a box. No socks. No shirt. No underwear.

I was handed a smock—a thick, blue, velcro, padded observation garment with no sleeves, too hot to wear, ostensibly under the pretext that the nerve medication prescribed at the previous institution had to be taken and re-prescribed. And with me having to be monitored in such a way in case I would undergo any detox symptoms.

Doing jumping jacks; recalling knowledge I memorized from an almanac that Midwest Books to Prisoners mailed me in Cook County Jail; and planning what to do to assist uplifting communities once I’m released, were resourceful in centering my mind and keeping it balanced on a solid foundation of constructive thoughts, the two days I spent in that particular cell.

Due to my history of clairvoyance and clairaudience, which has been misnomered as schizophrenia, I was moved upstairs on the psychiatric wing for “closer observation” to see how I do.

In spite of it all, I remain cool and collected, and hope you are too.

Before closing this message, it’s important to always remember, whether you find yourself alone in your room, or naked inside of a cell: as we drift 67,000 miles per hour around the sun, no one can take away the fact that you can center your mind on a thought along the way.

The thought you choose is yours to make, yours to keep, one to be appreciated with genuine understanding. And it’s a gift, a primordial power that no one can take away.

Sending you solidarity, love, and strength.

Sincerely Yours,

Hybachi LeMar

You can continue to write Hybachi using this form or by sending a single sided letter to this forwarding address:

Hybachi LeMar
c/o Midwest Books to Prisoners
1321 N Milwaukee Avenue PMB 460
Chicago, IL 60622

Zines As Resistance Panel

Hybachi LeMar calls in from Jacksonville Correctional Center to participate in the “Zines As Resistance” virtual panel at Chicago Zine Fest:

Reading While Squatting

Hybachi LeMar speaks from Jacksonville Correctional Center:

From my Chicago squat, few things kindle the curiosity of our incendiary potential than underground zines, etched from behind the barricades of intercontinental resistance! Sometimes I keep a favorite in my jacket to read in an alley. Sometimes I sleep with them by my pillow, and I admit, it helps me feel like I’m not alone.

In the Black ghetto, we see it all: the ins and outs, left and right; eyes that lack an outlook, and the look-outs around the way. An alcoholic getting his pocket picked on the train by someone less privileged.

“Doors now opening.” Dinnnng Donnnng

The 4th floor curtain that closes the moment your intuition tells you to look upward and to the right… The hustler shifting his toothpick in his mouth with his tongue watching your every move. The experience of alienation, like you don’t want to live any more… The spell of hopelessness momentarily broken by fingers snapping in a dice game.

I never finished high school and pirated most of my education from libraries, self-help books from used bookstores, and Each One Teach One zines. The non-verbal communication that becomes second-nature to many of us with nothing to lose is really a reflection of the emptiness we embody: where the newscast appears emotionally deaf while reporting a string of shootings & murders over the weekend before moving onto the weather. The flash of sirens turn everything blue and red when it’s dark. High grade weed wafting from a car window helps people get by, and somewhere there’s a six year old who can see through you.

Depending on whether or not your energy’s good, the black cat under the alley dumpster you suddenly make eye-to-eye contact with could be your walkie part way through the night.

The first few steps – you look back. It looks the other way. You keep walking. You smile – noticing it’s not far behind, trotting to keep up.

It takes the edge off.

From my South Side squat, where resistance is fundamental to my survival, zines like “Zabalaza” and “Tokologo” – a newsletter from the Tokologo Afrikan Anarchist Collective – add perspective to the reality that I’m far from alone, neither in the everyday struggle that comes with being black in the ghetto, nor in the revolutionary ideals that I’ve adopted & study from the edge of my mattress beside my piece.

From this side of the Atlantic, I reflect on deep-rooted affinities by candlelight with pan-African appreciation to Mompe and Mtetwa. The legacy of segregation Black folk endured here in amerika and the apartheid in South Africa are not far removed from the gentrification and post-apartheid capitalist governments we’re simultaneously resisting against!

Lekhetho Mtetwa, expressing in a 2014 issue of Tokologo that “The System of Voting For Leaders is Killing Us,” is relevant to us struggling for survival in the amerikan ghettos today. His rationale that “we know … that real majority rule doesn’t exist,” and that “it is clear the Constitution is used to blind us into believing we have real democracy;” is as precise as Anarchist ancestor Lucy Parson’s instruction to “never be deceived that the rich will let you vote away their wealth”.

Our Struggle is global. Nowhere is this shown better than in zines – our intercontinental and intercommunal underground press.

As recently as 2008, Pitso Mompe analyzed in his call to “Stop Evictions, Stop the State, Defend the Working Class and Poor” the findings from the International Alliance of Inhabitants, which reported that “between 30 and 50 million people in 70 countries worldwide live(d) under constant threat of being forcibly evicted.”

Mtetwa wrote that “we need to bear in mind that our brothers and sisters fought the previous apartheid government due to its brutality towards our people. And even today we are still fighting the government, and in the same way they fought the previous one.”

W.E.B. DeBois wrote of reading’s power of giving “leisure for reflection and self-examination”, it’s legacy of liberating youth with “dawning self-consciousness, self-realization, and self-respect”; and in this intimate encounter – in this process of self-discovery, consider their mission, and that “if living doesn’t give value, wisdom, and meaning to life, then there is no sense of living at all”.

T. W. Thibedi – a South African militant, virtually unknown outside the Continent & a contemporary of DuBois, is noted in Zabalaza’s section “Black Stars of Anarchism” as writing to the “Workers of the Bantu races”: “(T)he sun has arisen: the day is breaking, for a long time you were asleep”.

Around the world, we’re rising with the eye-opening reminder that the gains of the capitalist class makes at the expense of the dispossessed are accumulated in the absence of our autonomy.

In the words of Bongani Maponyane: “We want a world based on freedom, liberation, anti-authoritarianism and anti-statism. A world free from all forms of domination; capitalism and the state.”

What it Means to Be Different

Hybachi LeMar speaks from Jacksonville Correctional Center:

What it means to be different in a world where you’re not seen as the same as everyone else? To relate with the feeling of not fitting in; like a beast in search of meaning in a field of flowers and bloom, To feel closed in… and it’s empty, like a seashell inside. To be the only quiet one in the class, and to wonder, why am I here?
To read the posthumously writings of truth-seekers distance themselves in the alleyway of deep thought, and mysteriously disappeared through.
It’s relevant in giving serious thought to the destruction of western civilization, all the while knowing how high chances are that sharing these thoughts cling to whoever listen to circle their finger around their ear, especially if you elaborate how every ghetto groomed in civilized insanity will find redemption in the rights of the uncivilized insane, is to intimately understand the feeling of a moth lost in the most celebrated seasons of butterflies, is to wonder if there’s a place in this world to fit in, why you’re not like everyone else, and to seek wisdom to alleviate yourself from the loneliness in parting ways.
But in parting ways with others, we get closer to finding ourself. To be different, to be unique; not being like the others means you’re exceptional, and remarkably rare. It’s the moth that devotes itself to the nature of light, that’s fortunate to find something worthy onto the sacrifice of its wings. If being civilized is to mean anything, be it to situate yourself against the domestic colonialism that’s been so savagely pitted against you.
There are pages, beyond the veil of night, for future generations to make wonder along the same alleys in search for similar truths, once discovered, become yours to treasure. It is as Pythagorus directed, declining from the public ways, walk in unfrequented paths. When your mouth is closed, no one can see inside of your head. The emptiness in the seashell contains the sounding of the depths from which it was drawn. Everything on Earth is in a state of turning inwards in the direction of finding peace. The beauty of the flower can be found in the development of the beast.