Maybe the worst of endings for him: "After spending seven years in exile in Cuba, Algeria, and France, Cleaver returned to the US in 1975, where he became involved in various religious groups before finally becoming a Mormon, as well as becoming a conservative Republican, appearing at Republican events." (Wikipedia)
A very powerful film, which scratches the surface of the power struggle that has been going on world wide for ages. It tickles my sense of justice, because when is war or violence ever justified? Only in extreme cases of self preservation, in my view. Just imagine what injustices drove these people to fight back. Whether one agrees with the Panthers (or BLM for that matter) or not, the fight is far from over.
If he was serious about revolution he'd shut the f' up, stop playing with his d**k, er, I mean switchblade, and join the BLA like Assata Shakur. Ever the posturing, egomaniacal, homophobic, patriarchal fool, Eldridge huffs and puffs like the big bad wolf. Within ten years of this documentary he would be a conservative republican, espousing all kinds of messianic nonsense. Worth it for the historical footage though.
This many decades later, it's intermittently interesting. Cleaver's rhetoric about the US is sometimes on point, and sometimes a complete relic of his time. The very long discussions about the status of revolutionary African politics of the early 70's are a lot less interesting.
On peut voir ce film comme une sorte de complément à "Festival panafricain d'Alger", dont il reprend d'ailleurs certaines images, Eldrige Cleaver ayant participé à l'événement. On y retrouve les thématiques de la post-colonisation, de la lutte des minorités noires et de la révolution anti-impérialisme, sous un angle évidemment radical. La question de la légitimité de la violence reste d'une terrible actualité...