This is the story of a hijacking. History records it began just after midnight March 6th, 1969 when I forced National Airlines Flight 97 to Cuba. But the true hijacking really began many years before when I was a child working with my dad cleaning up bars in San Bernardino, California. It began the first time my father blocked a door and tried to wash off the word "nigger" without me seeing it. It began with the sexual assault on a young boy in San Francisco. And it continued with a needle in my arm and a gun in my hand. I lost my dreams, my hopes and my future on a journey that took me from the back alleys of West Coast America to the cellblocks of San Quentin, Folsom, Soledad and slave camps in Cuba. In the end I realized it was I who had been hijacked, deceived by those I most admired: Karl Marx, Angela Davis, Jesse Jackson, Fidel Castro, Gus Hall, Jane Fonda, Che Guevara and a whole planeload of others. - Prologue.