Eldridge, who had lived in Africa, Asia and Caribbean America, who met revolutionaries from liberation movements the world over, simply could not reenter the tomb of prison. So, he, now an older man, seeing that the revolutionary party was no more, took a step in the direction of reaction, and walked out of revolutionary history. Years later, even the revered Dr. Huey P. Newton would submit that great and wondrous brilliance of his to the blood red glow in the bowl of a crack pipe. And yet, we remember the brilliance, the coldness, the tragic beauty of youth, of Black men and women who formed and fought for the Black Panther Party. It was the revolution that made Toussaint.
People succeed and people fail in the fire of revolution.
When the party needed Eldridge s mighty magical pen, he was there. When the Black Revolution needed soldiers he was there.