mystery packet

on sunday, i walked out the front door of the building i live in and noticed a large manila envelope on top of the mailboxes. mail that wound up in the wrong box usually sits on top of it, but this was not really mail. no stamps, no addresses, none of that. all it had was my first name on it. now, this is strange for a couple of reasons. i'm beginning to get used to my first name again, but the situation is more complex. not that many people know that i live where i do, really. i don't think school even has my correct address at this point. my bank doesn't. my fellow building-dwellers know i live here, as do one or two people i know from the neighborhood. my sister and her boyfriend know. i think i wrote this address down for NLG legal observer stuff. and that really about covers it, and none of those people really seem to match up with the packet with my name on it. however, who is not nearly as pertinent a question as why in this instance, given the contents of the envelope.
the package contained a few pamphlets, a stapled copy of a letter and news articles, and a print-out of a photograph. all of the materials deal with revolutionary blacks in philadelphia, particularly russel "maroon" shoats/z and joseph "joe joe" bowen; most of the material was written by shoats/z. admittedly, i was entirely unaware of either of these individuals and their remarkable experiences, activities and philosophies. the perspective the things i have received convey is incredibly different from any way that i have ever thought, which i find absolutely fascinating. and now here it is for me, ME, in photocopied format, in some cases clearly having passed through generations of copies. who would provide this sort of thing to somebody like me, and why? i've read much of it at this point and find it to be seriously stimulating intellectual fodder, but still. i am a white boy in a fairly thoroughgoing sense, not that i don't have sympathies people who share my skin color might not, but i'm not exactly a racial activist, nor even a legal activist approaching an attempt to address such complex and divisive issues. my only hope is that whoever delivered this package wanted me to have some serious thought sessions, because in that case they are successful. the question as to who and why, however, is still entirely unanswerable as far as i am aware. this situation is approaching mindfuck status in a way; just too out there. the only definite thing thus far is how profound of an impact the whole thing has had on me, really caused the posing of some serious questions. even if i knew who and why, i would be left with questions about what children are taught and what they're not and how much it matters where they learn what they do and what effect that has on their later lives. and so on and so forth. but mostly, admittedly, i am perplexed about the random appearance of the material. as is typical, the linchpin question is one of why. i have a perverse hope that i never find out.
confession: i just uttered the phrase "well i'll be" upon finding a septa (no spell check mark there either! must be the greek thing, remarkable effect it managed to have on english in the end, who knows, we'll ask my sister) token in my chair's padding. that means that the time colloquially known as "a night" has arrived and should be "called".