Asante Sana, Sensei (Dr. Vicky Gholson)

DR. VICKY GHOLSON, 1950-2014

I wrote the following essay and transcribed the subsequent, and untitled, presentation from Dr. Vicky Gholson for a book I haven’t published yet. Gholson was 64. (Those who want to contribute to her funeral costs, please go here.)


“The artist is involved in creative processes which foster independent thought and action. He or she is feared by those who have no command of these processes…The problem is between those who control the creative process and those who control the money. The latter would rather destroy the former than co-exist.” Dr. Gholson Photo by Yvette Marie Morgan

(Photo by Yvette Marie Morgan. Used with permission.)

When you are young and read a lot of books and watch a lot of documentaries, you think that all the amazing people in life have come and gone before you showed up. That you’re too late to see something really special with your own eyes. Something powerful, and true, and maybe a little idiosyncratic. I had to move away from the New York metropolitan area and read hundreds of books, many of them by or about geniuses, to realize that I had seen one, and knew her quite well. Vicky Gholson, Ph.D. Vicky of the Village of Harlem. She has had me confused, confounded and amazed for 25 years now.

She is a product of Harlem—the real one, the one that was unquestionably the Capital of Black America, of Garvey, and Malcolm and Hughes and Baldwin and Hurston and….. And how do you follow all that up? By staying true to who brung you, who loved you and taught you into being. For her it was “those activists from Cuba, Panama, Alaska…those who had shed blood and sacrificed for my people….They take first position of my life.” She means that. Harlem is her root; the tree of Black America’s fruits—activism, jazz, learning, growing. She has been around the world, but she refuses to culturally leave the block. She can talk with intellectuals but is not at home with them. Like an old-school Japanese businessman who purges himself of Western influence when he arrives at his doorway, she removes herself of all that doesn’t come from her when she returns to the village. Her personal growth does not depend on outside influences and outside approval. She is herself alone, but is not alone and not lonely, because she has embraced and fortified the family she has always had.

Hughes lived for poetry. Baldwin lived for fiction and his family. Dr. Gholson lives for teaching and learning. It is at her core. She examines, cajoles, critiques and points forward, but at core she believes the purpose of interpersonal communication is to preserve and revive personal and community values and to decontaminate the African(-American) intellect. As a media specialist, she sees the psychological damage done to African children by mass communications (“a multi-billion dollar attack”), and fights back with her entire life. She has spent her career pushing for higher levels of consciousness, but warning that reaching there requires a higher level of responsibility, a higher level of give-back.

What do geniuses do? What are they like? From my reading, geniuses go their own way; have great accomplishments, have their own era. So for almost 40 years after receiving her doctorate in Mass Communications, Dr. Gholson has lived her life naturally. It could be characterized as an artists’ life. She paints and speaks and produces murals and renovates her brownstone with her own two hands (she was making many statements by doing that) and sculpts and produces radio documentaries and writes screenplays and works in film production and… And she does all of it on her own terms, and accepts the consequences of that. Communication and community come from the Latin “commis,” meaning “a common sphere.” She makes sure her art—her sphere—can reach the common sister or brother. She fights to retain the integrity of Harlem against Columbia University and its expansion beyond so-called “Manhattanville.” She has a community garden for senior citizens. She hosts a block party for The People nearly every summer.  


“The set-up has to be designed for our kids. We know what makes them happy, and we know what confuses them. We know what causes them pain, and we know what makes them want to know more…We’ve got to begin to create forums where folks from generation to generation come together. As technology has expanded, so must we in terms of a collective effort.”

She has always sought to connect generations. In 2012, she is balancing holding down the historic fort while walking with the new. The technology to implement her doctoral dissertation—on experimental learning among generations—is finally here, but now she, like all of us, has to fight the dehumanizing aspect of the tech. Power dispersed to The People or The Powers That Be more concentrated, more in control, than ever? Her board game, “Harlem USAll,” was designed years ago to try to bridge generations, to force people to share information, history and culture in ways that will stick. She is trying to generate an internal impact greater that the mind control alphabet of ABC, CBS, NBC, CNN, and on and on. It is her way of lighting the candle instead of cursing the whiteness. She had explained all of this to us, decades ago, when we were mesmerized by mid- 20th century toys—radio, TV, newspapers, etc. The principle was the same. You (African) cannot afford the distraction. You cannot afford the detachment. The stakes are too high in a world in which the African’s former (?) captors own all the brainwashing tools, all the “programming.” Now we are addicts in a iPhone world of individual-based distraction, soon to be multiplied across generations.  


“I have not played the white game, I have not played the Black game…Art must replace formula. This will not happen until the true spirit of creativity replaces the Almighty Dollar, craftspeople replace staffers, opportunity replaces The Ol’ Boys Club and humanity replaces stereotype. We have no choice but to become involved in helping to create such a transformation….”

How free does a person, particularly a non-white person, particularly a non-white female, get to be in America? Hughes roamed the world but never had a damn dime. Baldwin, too, traveled lonely roads before buying a home in France and occasionally occupying it. Dr. Gholson has not had the housing problem; elders, children, students, artists drop in, say hello to “Mom” (her mom), and Mom then searches the house for her.

When you decide to defy America and capitalism and take the ultimate freedoms—to keep your own counsel, to use and own your own intellect for your own purposes and, ultimately, the freedom to lease yourself—you are labeled, on a good day, a maverick and a nonconformist. (Nonconformists are just folks who have made the discovery and nurturing of their own identity central to their maturation process.) Harlem has produced many examples of such nonconformists. Baldwin tried to find himself through the world from the perspective of his church, rejecting the brainwashing but embracing the language, the symbolism, the love ethic. Hughes, like Baldwin, loved the Harlem streets, but needed to see all the world’s streets and all people living there. So Baldwin leaves scores of essays and novels that made the reader identify with his inner conflicts and challenges. Hughes’s smile hid his rage, so you have to read carefully his poems and his Autobiographies, the latter of which are really journalistic travel-adventure tales with the undercurrent of anger between the pages.

Dr. Gholson is the freest person I know. She is at constant war with other’s cynicism, which she feels is the easy and lazy way out of confronting what Cornel West continuously calls the tragicomic nature of the African-American experience . She is angry at ignorance. And elitism. And yes, racism and the other isms. She is impatient that so many people have to grow up—as in, realizing they are not the only residents on Earth—before they can listen to her and allow her to change their thinking into something more conducive to their true nature. (See, because the best nonconformists have not only examined themselves, but, more importantly, accepted themselves, they are a little ahead of the curve.) This makes her sound as impatient as she is. She understands and rages at the unfairness at all of the resources belonging to those at the beginning of the adulthood process. So her talents are occasionally leased to The Alphabet Boys, but not at the expense of herself. There exists, then, a permanent impasse, one she accepts with as much honor as she can muster against the dishonorable. She knows she is representing people who won’t get to say the things she does, people she correctly sees of at least equal worth to those holding the titles, degrees, pacifiers and rattles.

All of the energy within Dr. Gholson can be hard to take by the uninitiated. So nonconformists like her—who challenge your very being if you are not comfortable enough with yourself—are often on the outside looking in. It helps, though, when, like Baldwin and Hughes, you are a public artist. Hughes wrote poetry and read it in front of audiences, and penned a newspaper column for The Chicago Defender. Baldwin wrote essays and made his life into a living missive, one he was constantly articulating out loud. Dr. Gholson is a public artist who has a favorite expression—as in, mediation of the Spirit World between her, her audience and the Ancestors. It is the presentation of entertainment. She absorbs it like trees suck in carbon dioxide. Entertainment to her—particularly entertainment produced by Africans—is the quickest and most powerful connection to the Source of All Things. So she knows the history of entertainment and its social and political development. She views its necessary deconstruction as essential to balance the ego and the prism of the intellect. (Reality-checking the intellectual and celebrity life of paper and pen, camera and mike is a priority to her.) She points out that since any and all gifts come from the Ancestors and the Universe, not you, being selfish and self-absorbed is out of the question.

Home must be Harlem for her, because anybody that free will have great difficulty in finding shelter of any kind, particularly at today’s psychic rates. So she is a living reality check, making sure you are in your right mind, because she is determined to live and die in hers. VickyPhoto1

“People keep trying to make me into a senior citizen. And I’m not having it!”

Baldwin was openly lonely, even publicly so. Hughes loved being the life of the party to hide his inner loneliness. But Dr. Gholson believes in the “we” taught to her by those who were alone, not lonely. They were alone because they said “No” to the forces that would sweep them into alien-ating success. The kind of success that separates you from the block and makes you want to hate your people because, in Baldwin’s words, “they failed to produce Rembrandt.” So now, one decade before the centennial of the Harlem Renaissance, Dr. Gholson is somewhere doing the Electric Slide in the middle of her block, in the middle of her block party, in front of the house she built up from the inside, smiling and making sure that everyone understands that we are not alone, still all of us in this together.

September 2012




Dr. Gholson has given me permission to use as her response to my essay an excerpt of her opening comments from the “Media and Social Activism” panel, part of the 2012 Manning Marable Memorial Conference at Columbia University. The panel was held on Sunday, April 29th, at Riverside Church in New York City.(Note: This panel was the only one at the conference set aside for critics of Marable’s deeply problematic Malcolm X biography, “Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention.”) Aside from Gholson, the panelists were Dr. Lez Edmond of St. John’s University, a member of the “brain trust” of Malcolm X’s Organization for Afro-American Unity, and Dr. Jared Ball, a radical journalist and media activist, radio show host and associate professor of the Department of Communication Studies at Morgan State University. Herb Boyd, a well-known journalist, scholar and historian, moderated. To see the full panel, go to Saswat Pattanayak’s site,, at this hyperlink:  .

Thanks, everybody, for coming out this afternoon. I’d just like to start by saying that the fact that the organizers of this conference gave credence to this panel, I’d like to congratulate them. At no time should we as a people use methodologies to silence those who critique the family.  That should never happen. The discourse between all of those who participate in the struggle is extremely important. What we cannot allow is for outsiders to determine who the stars are. That is criminal.

And that is part of the reason that we find our constant evolution, our native intellect—our youth being assaulted in a multi-billion dollar attack by media—that is the reason our progress is constantly interrupted. It’s interrupted out of fear. It’s interrupted because there are people who cannot understand how we think, and why we come to certain conclusions. It is why and our genius is written off and put into tracking systems, based on who can apply or not apply cognitive skills appropriately—“appropriately” being European standards. It is why when we reach certain social levels, we are not allowed to talk about race. It is why we are not allowed to celebrate our accomplishments and celebrate our people.

So today I want to be very clear. These are my statements. And my statements come from the manner in which I was reared. I was reared by family—my immediate family. I was reared by all my mentors in my Harlem community, from which I grew. I was reared by activists who came from Cuba, from Panama, from Alaska, and they all looked like me. I am reared and mentored by those who have proven, shed blood and sacrificed for my people They take first position in my life. I make no apologies, none whatsoever, for those who want to be a part of my life, and my family’s life—my total family’s life.

But you prove yourself when you enter a family, and you know when to step away when members of a family are discussing business. And it on us to make sure that those lines are clearly defined.

Why am I saying that? Because it is to be understood why Brother Marable’s work would skyrocket into a Pulitzer. Because his base, at the end of his years, was here at Columbia University. An institution, originally King’s College, which rewards the containment of anything that is not for the perpetuation of the standards that this country was established.

So let’s us be very clear. And let us not go after each other. We criticize, because out of the criticism, out of that intellectual struggle, comes a higher level of consciousness. And, therefore, we reach a higher level of responsibility of what we have to give back.

Let me mention a little bit about give back. We are under a multi-billion assault in terms of mass media. Anyone who realizes that needs to begin to say that out loud. It is not a normal attack; it is a psychological attack. Mass communications, as we know it, comes out It comes out of the military in this country. That is how it was created. It was created for three reasons: one, to wash money, two, as propaganda and psychological control, and three, to mold—not to influence—public opinion. Once we understand that, then we can qualify our anger when those around us receive money and rewards for the production of those products which we know are in direct contradiction to the existence of our people….

Mass media and the development of mass communications in the academic system of this country is a very pivotal place for us to look at. It has assisted in polarizing the academic, the scholar and the researcher. It has developed in a way so that the children in a mass public school system can be undermined and, therefore, be taken out of the natural appreciation for the work that goes into nurturing a people intellectually and psychologically. A multi-billion dollar attack that begins during World War I. It creates a whole psychology industry, and this industry has influence on mass health, particularly mass public health, in this country, as we know it. Those were jobs that never existed before.

And that’s what we have to begin to look into that, in terms of creative economies that come out of mass education. Let me give you an example. You take psychologists and you put them together with Madison Avenue. You create a Children’s Television Workshop, which happens over a cocktail conversation. You make it the Number One learning experience for children, for three to four generations. But, in doing it, irresponsibly, you utilize every marketing technique that Madison Avenue uses to sell product. Thereby, you have created three generations of children who, of course, are going to:

  • Gravitate towards electronics, which bombards the central nervous system;
  • Be attached to material possessions via the electronic medium, and
  • Be removed from of the history of ethnic populations.

That sounds a bit heavy. I know some of you are thinking, “How could you throw Big Bird under the bus like that?” But where “Sesame Street” excelled, and brought three generations now of children into learning, electronically, at the same time, because we did not put the checks and balances in, we now have three generations of people who are crass materialists. And the responsibility of that falls on the home, the community and the nation at large.

It is not an accident that we have a generation of children who are not test takers. That’s not an accident; it’s been programmed. And that’s okay! It’s okay to not being able to take a standardized test. But the responsibility to the adults in the scholarship population now is to devise tests to retrieve information in the same way. As people of color, we know this from Day One because we are oral and visual learners. To repeat information that has been given to you is in contradiction to the manner in which we have been brought up as a people. So, therefore, our people have had to learn how to take standardized tests. In order to be truly responsible, we have to figure out how to construct the instruments that will allow us to calculate what has been learned and what has not been learned. And we have to start soon.

Mass education and mass media are the two primary means for which we nurture our young in our country…..and it’s the one struggle we have not been able to penetrate. There is no reason with the enormous amount of intellectual capacity we have, the people we have put through colleges, the people we have who have received outstanding achievements, that we don’t have our history in the public and private school systems, from pre-K through college.

Our children will learn it, hopefully, if our communities are not decimated, because you cannot teach everything in school. So when the community fails, it does not support the parents (or whoever has playing that role to the young people in a community) in the nurturing of children.

The reason I say that is to say to our academics, the scholars, to all who have achieved on the higher education level: In order for us to sustain and protect themselves as a race of people, those kids are going to have to learn and respect the accomplishments, and the discipline behind them, of what has taken place before them. And there has been a multi-billion dollar construct to be able to dismantle every single intellectual discipline that’s necessary for them to be able to do that. And I just want to start there. Because I do believe that we need to focus on where our struggle is. And it is with our kids.

CV Of Vicky Gholson, Ph.D3 [2012]

Crowd-funding campaign for her funeral costs

7 responses to “Asante Sana, Sensei (Dr. Vicky Gholson)

  1. I found out about Dr. Gholson’s death from Melissa Haizlip:

    I just learned of Dr. Gholson’s transcendence. I am so surprised and sorry to hear of your loss. I was so honored to meet her last year at the SOUL! Summit. Thank you again for introducing us and my sincere condolences to you and your colleagues. She was a great and righteous being. Many blessings.

  2. Dr Vicky Gholson was a trail blazer, brilliant, and a delightful human being.
    I worked with Dr V during the spring of 1980. I was her intern. I just found out
    about her passing. I know the ancestors have open arms for her . Thank you
    Vicky for fighting and loving the community .You are missed.


  3. She was an amazing amazing woman. i knew one of her oldest best friends who became my sister mentor and best friend Cynthia Price. Another trailblazer. i just found out about this death and i am so so overly displeased at myself for not knowing sooner. I have worked with this amazing and beautiful sister when she was trying to raise funds for Yele Haiti. She was always concerned with the community and Black peoples overall well being. she was a fair sister and never stopped fighting. I am happy that your transitioned has left me and others with wanting to continue where you have left off. Our youth will grow up more conscious and wiser and you’ll be looked at as one of our heroes. your name will be remembered. Such a pleasure knowing and working with you Vicky.

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