The Power of 19: The Beginning of the Black and the Red, Pt. Two

By Yo'Nas Da LoneWolf Muhammad | Last updated: Apr 30, 2010 - 4:42:57 PM

Continued excerpts from the memoirs of Sister Waunetta LoneWolf

“Arrangements were made and we went to a hotel in Los Angeles, my daughter, my son and myself. That is when he asked me to help him to bridge the gap, the Black and the Red. It's part of the Muslim/Islamic prophecy. The combination of these two groups will yield the number nineteen, unlock the mysteries of the universe. It's alot deeper than what it actually represents. So in meeting with him I told him that I didn't have the right to do that work unless he came and asked the same way that we do. We go into the sweat lodge and ask Grandfather (God) ourself. So preparations were made and we went inside the sweat lodge. It was my uncle Ernie Longwalker and his wife Warrior Woman, there were seven of us in total. A very beautiful ceremony took place. I just want to say that a marriage between the Black and the Red took place.There was alot of work to be done, The things that came out of there forced us to run for nine months and after that nine month period we went up to Big Mountain, Arizona. I took Farrakhan up there to meet with some chiefs and elders. They had asked that the Nation of Islam be involved in stopping the government from coming in. In stopping the fences, the strip mining of the land, that was in 1983.

In 1984 I took a group of American Indian Movement leaders, my uncle Ernie Longwalker, Warrior Woman and representation from different tribes, about twenty in total and we pull into Chicago. We met with the Nation of Islam. At that time the Minister asked me to move back to Phoenix, AZ because that

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was a place that the Messenger (Hon.Elijah Muhammad) had visions of seeing the Red and Black coming together. The decision was difficult but it was the Nation and Minister Farrakhan that helped me work my way through the government. They put up my bond after the trial. During that time I was sentenced to five years and out of the five years I had to do six months. A Muslim sister stayed in my home and took care of my children when I was gone. I was incarcerated in Pleasanton, California.

While there I saw that no one was using the sweat lodge, so I got permission for my uncle to come inside the prison to rebuild the lodge. We started having ceremonies and completed the time. Four and half months went by fast. I got out early for good behavior. So in coming back out I was asked to work and rebuild the home that the Messenger lived in, and it was also during that time Libya's President Muammar Al-Gadhafi had made a loan of money to the Nation of Islam, with the understanding that part of the money would go to help bridge the economic development between the Black and the Red. Also during that time Minister Farrakhan's daughter, Maria and I did the construction on the Big House and a smaller house is there and was done in Native American decor.

During the time that I was doing this, I was under close watch from the government. An agent had set up a dummy home right across the street from me. They would always be working on this car and nothing was ever accomplished. My brother Gino was also living with me during that time. While working on the Big House (Phoenix Palace) I had set up a checking account and one of the workers had gone down to see an agent. He had presented a check to the agent that I had written for work completed on the Big House. Ernie was at my home during this time when the agents had come to the house and arrested me. I was taken to the Federal building (about 1985) and was told that it was a technical violation of my probation. I was not to enter into any contractual agreements and opening a checking account was a violation. They held me out at Durango. My uncle and his wife came to visit. Farrakhan had heard that I had been arrested and sent an attorney out. The attorney couldn't understand why a minor technicality would cause such a stir and would be reason for such a high bond of $250,000. The money was put up and I was released. It was then a long drawn out ordeal. I was questioned about every single penny, my work and it wasn't really about me; it was a questioning of the Nation of Islam.They grilled me about wrongdoing,credit fraud,any illegal activity against the Nation of Islam. I told them that I have no knowledge of that. I refuse to talk to them about that. It turned out to be a political prisoner type of situation.

At the final sentencing date with one of the best attorney's from Chicago, name Lou Myers. At the trial about 60 people were in attendance both Red and Black. Such a minor charge was in my mind, nevertheless I was sentenced to 5 years. The judge threw out the time served. I was totally shocked!! But I knew the deep political implications that was undermining the whole thing. I refused to cooperate with them. They threw in my face that I have children, you don't have to do this. I stood strong, “either you're going to sentence me on what I did and if you have another investigation with the Nation, then take care of that.”

Getting sentenced in 1985 and reporting to the prison system in Jan. 23,1986 it was a real difficult time for me. Just trying to prepare for a separation from my children. Freedom being taken away was enormously difficult for me to deal with. Suicidal thoughts were a part of my mind and then I had a very beautiful spiritual experience again. This made me have a respect for life again. In the ceremonies that I had been going through, I was told that this is part of my experience that I would have to go through. I could either choose to do it now or later but it was necessary prior to my travels to the spirit world.

I was given five years, On Jan. 23, 1986 I said good-bye to my children, my family, my friends. I guess I was thinking that I would be gone for just six months, I have the best lawyer, especially on such a small technicality. I was sentenced to Fort Worth,Texas. One of the Minister's daughters , Donna and her husband flew with me. I said goodbye to them and hello to Fort Worth Federal Prison.”

(Part one appeared in last week's edition of The Final Call, Volume 29, Number 28.)

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