Free Malachi York From His False Incarceration – Part 1

Free Malachi York

Throughout the years Malachi York affected my life in various ways. He has been like a father, a brother and my best friend. One day I mistakenly called him ummi (mother) as he was dashing through the Backstreet Publications/Layout office, and he stopped, turned around and said, “I can be that too.” He smiled and then left.

Malachi York has always been the best of examples. He has taught me patience, how to care, not to doubt myself and to share with others, and that there’s nothing wrong with being disagreeable, as long as it’s done with dignity and grace. Being disagreeable only means that you disagree with what is being done or said. It’s not hostility or allowing emotions make you say and do things that later you will regret.

Malachi York had unique ways of testing us. He would assign a project and have people that got along and people that didn’t get along work together. Or he would have the young with the old, the pushy with the docile, and the lazy with the workaholic. Whenever there was a problem he was always willing to hear both sides and help us overstand the importance of working together. If it was something more serious, then we had a family meeting. The purpose was so that we would learn to care and love one another, and live for, of and by each other.

My journey started in the early 1970’s when I first saw brothers dressed in white, propagating and asking for donations. I had just arrived at the Port Authority Bus Station in New York City from Providence, RI and was rushing to catch the train home to the South Bronx. What caught my attention was a sign they had that said, “Save the Children”. At that time I was a RISD graduate looking for a job and was preparing for an art exhibit at The Association of Hispanic Arts, Inc. at Park Avenue, NY.

The theme of the art exhibit was “New York City Street Scenes”. Because there were so many brothers propagating everywhere I went, one day I asked one of them if I could take a photo of him and draw him and display the drawing in the art exhibit. He respectfully declined and gave me a pamphlet and showed me a picture and suggested that it would be better if I drew and display a drawing of Imam Isa. I thanked him and on my way home I started reading the pamphlet on the train. From that point on my journey began. Imaam Isa’s drawing as well as the art exhibit was a success, and was supposed to be exhibited in Germany.

Months later I decided to go to Newcomers’ Class in Brooklyn. When I got there I was welcomed by two friendly sisters, and all I could see was their eyes. The brother teaching the class at that time was a brother named Yahya. Although I was surrounded by people I didn’t know, I was feeling very comfortable. Then someone asked a question, and a voice from the back of the classroom proceeded to answer the question and more questions. At that time I didn’t know he was Imam Isa because he looked much younger than the picture I drew.

I continued going to class and reading the pamphlets and talking with the sisters. Within a few months I took my shahada and soon after that I was also behind a veil where only my eyes could be seen. The art exhibit never made it to Germany because I decided to move into the Ansaru Allah Community in Bushwick Avenue, Brooklyn, NY. On September 11, 1977 the “Passion” school bus arrived to pick me up. Two brothers garbed in white greeted my parents, and then proceeded to load the bus. When we got there I was warmly greeted and welcomed into the family.

The most difficult part of my decision was leaving my parents who have always supported my decisions. They had gotten used to me being with them, so they were sad to see me leave.

I have no regrets. It was and continues to be the best decision I have ever made in my life. Simply because once you see, meet, listen to, work with and be around Malachi York, Dr. Malachi Z. K. York, Imaam Isa, Baba, Maku: Chief Black Thunderbird Eagle, Rabboni: Yashu’a, Atum-Re, Paa Nabab: Yaanuwn, Baa’ Baa’, Paa Nabab: Yaa-nanan, you see and experience divine love, caring, devotion, hard work, joy, jokes, laughter, and miracles. You get to witness his words and visions become realities. You get to see life in a different and more interesting and exciting way.

You get to see how his personality changes when different beings take over his body. He can be tall, short or medium height, and like different things; and each being comes with a message, a warning, and guidance. Here are some of the wonderful experiences I treasure and cherish because they truly show what love really is; what work really is; what dedication really is. Our Ancient Ancestors have blessed us with his presence and Divine Love so divine that even though he’s in the worst place anyone can imagine, he is still guiding and teaching us, letting us know that we can get him out of there, if we all work together.

Evelyn Rivera