I've always been fascinated with Huey Percy Newton. Today would have been Newton's 67th birthday if he hadn't been gunned down by an Oakland drug dealer, 20 years ago, in the same streets he use to protect the people from the police.   That iconic photo of Newton, spear in one hand, shot gun in the other, cloaked in ghetto wears, always grabbed my attention. Mostly because as a child, my family use to own a wicker chair like the one Newton… Read More