Skip to content

Statement on Richard Williams from Kazi Toure

February 11, 2006

To my Friend, Brother, and Comrade Richard Williams. We met through his compañera Sally. Sally and I were on the bus to Walpole prison. I was going to visit my brother, she was going to visit a friend. After some conversation she gave me her address and said, if I was ever in town again I could crash with them. As it turns, a few months later I came back to visit my Brother and gave Sally and Dickey a call. We hit it off immediately and from that point on we were involved in many conspiracies, always with the long term objective of, overthrowing u.s. imperialism.

Richard, Dickey, to his closest friends was a man who lived his life similar to what John Lennon sang about in his song, “A Working Class hero” is something to be. Not someone who aspired to wearing fancy clothes, or driving flashy cars. He never took up more space than he needed. It really wasn’t his style. He wore mostly blue jeans, work shirts, black leather vest and timberlands before they were fashionable. I loved the brother and still do. He loved to party but was a hard worker as well.

When we first met he was working at New England Free Press. He ran one of the big multi lith 35″ presses. He probably could have worked for the Globe or Herald if they would hire ex-cons. But as many of you know, by passing the repressive measure that they do, not allowing people entry back into society, they inadvertently make revolutionaries. We lived together on three different occasions including a stint underground. He was a person that you could count on and that is what made him a friend.

We knew at the time of going underground that there was a chance, big chance, that we would either be killed or imprisoned for a long time because of our actions. It was through these discussions that it became clear to me that he understood the importance of taking up the mantel of anti-racism. That one clear way of rejecting his white skin privilege was to wage a tireless struggle, campaign, and war against the perpetrators of the worlds modern day racism, and that’s what made him a Brother. Embracing it he named his son Netdahe, which translates, “death to all white intruders.”

He was a man who read a lot, but said few words. He was more action than talking. I can not think of too many other people, 1 would have catch my back. We were together many times on the barricades, doing security at marches from Greensboro N.C. to sitting up in peoples houses in Dorchester, that came under racist attacks. If you ever needed another soldier, another John Brown, in the good fight, Richard Williams could be counted on. That’s what made him a comrade.

Until we meet again Bro….All Power To The People!!!

Amandla… Kazi Toure/United Freedom Front

No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: