Amiri Baraka, Cont’d (More From “Democracy Now!”)

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AMY GOODMAN: This is Democracy Now!, democracynow.org, The War and Peace Report. I’m Amy Goodman, with Juan González.
JUAN GONZÁLEZ: We are continuing our special on the life and legacy of the poet, playwright, and political organizer Amiri Baraka. He died on Thursday in Newark, New Jersey, at the age of 79. Baraka was a leading force in the Black Arts Movement of the 1960s and 1970s.

And to talk more about Amiri Baraka’s legacy, we’re joined by four guests. In Philadelphia, Sonia Sanchez us, the renowned writer, poet, playwright, activist and one of the foremost leaders of the black studies movement. She’s the author of over a dozen books, including Morning Haiku, Shake Loose My Skin and Homegirls and Handgrenades. Sanchez is a poet laureate of Philadelphia and a longtime friend and colleague of Amiri Baraka.

And here in the studio, we’re joined by three guests: Felipe Luciano, poet, activist, journalist and writer. He knew Amiri Baraka for 43 years. He’s a former chairman of the Young Lords and was an original group of the poetry and musical group The Last Poets.

Komozi Woodard is a professor of history at Sarah Lawrence College, the author of A Nation Within a Nation: Amiri Baraka and Black Power Politics.

And Larry Hamm is with us, chairman of the People’s Organization for Progress. He was named Adhimu by Amiri Baraka. And you were talking about names—

LARRY HAMM: Yes.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: —just when we were on break, Larry. Could you—

LARRY HAMM: Well, just a little—you know, I don’t want to get metaphysical, but… Baraka gave me the African name Adhimu in March of 1972. I asked him for it after attending the National Black Political Convention.

AMY GOODMAN: What was that convention, that he helped organize?

LARRY HAMM: Well, that was probably one of the most historical events in contemporary African-American history. Thousands of delegates were elected from all 50 states to attend the National Black Political Convention, which was co-convened by Congressman Charles Diggs from Detroit, by Mayor Richard Hatcher of Gary, Indiana, and by Amiri Baraka. And I would say—and maybe Komozi can critique it—I would say that Baraka probably was at his peak of political influence during the Gary convention. And I can remember what an uplifting experience it was for me, because I had come under vehement condemnation as a school board member because I had made a motion—

AMY GOODMAN: A school board member at the age of 17.

LARRY HAMM: Yes, yes—that students should be able to bring in the red-black-and-green flag to their classroom.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Oh, no, you didn’t.

LARRY HAMM: Oh, yes, I did.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Oh, no, you didn’t.

LARRY HAMM: And when I got to Gary for the National Black Political Convention, Dick Hatcher had red-black-and-green flags flying from every street streetlamp.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Oh, my lord.

LARRY HAMM: So it was enlightening for me. But I had asked Baraka for an African name after that, and he gave me the name Adhimu Chunga, which means “exalted youth.” But many years later, at the age of 44, I learned that I was adopted. And I have since met my birth mother. And my birth name, I found out at the age of 44, was Anthony LeRoi Burton [phon.].

FELIPE LUCIANO: Isn’t this something?

AMY GOODMAN: So, Sonia saying you have the eyes of Amiri Baraka might not be so far off.

FELIPE LUCIANO: I’m telling you, there’s something—there’s something going on here. He’s got Amiri’s eyes.

LARRY HAMM: It’s scary. It’s scary. It’s scary, right?

KOMOZI WOODARD: He was prolific.

AMY GOODMAN: But let’s let Sonia get a word in there.

SONIA SANCHEZ: I think—I think what you’re saying is that we all, at some time in our lives, have had the eyes of LeRoi, Brother Baraka. You know, I think that’s really relevant, you know, because he made us see what we were not seeing at some particular point. He made us take a second look, a second glance. He made us say, “Come on, you’re not really using that intellect. You know, you know there’s got to be something better than what we’ve got here.”

And so, yes, I’m sure you had those eyes and that name, LeRoi, because we understand that—you know, the joy of having met Brother Baraka was that I was—had graduated from Hunter and was going to NYU doing some grad classes and trying to get a degree, and I studied with Louise Bogan. And after I studied with her and I got published for the first time in her class, we met in the Village on Charles Street, a bunch of us, and one day—we would go down to one of the jazz places there in the Village. And one day we walked in, and someone said in the group, “That’s LeRoi Jones!” And I said, “Yes.” Well, I’m an ex-stutterer, so I walked behind, and this voice said, “Sanchez!” And I jumped, and I literally jumped and turned around. He said, “Send me some of your poetry. I’m doing a journal out of Paris, France.” And I said, “Y-y-y-y-y-y-yes.” And I went and sat down. The stutters came out. And they said, “Oh, oh, you’re going to do that.” I said, “Oh, no. I mean, he doesn’t want my poetry.” Three weeks later, we come back into the Blue Note. He’s sitting there drinking a boilermaker, smoking the French cigarettes. And he says, “I guess you don’t want to be in the journal, huh, Sanchez.” And I said, “You were serious?” And he said, “Yes.” I jumped in my Volkswagen, drove up the West Side Highway in five minutes to my Riverside Drive apartment, pulled down my Olivetti, typed up some poems, came back out that night, took it down to the post office that night. Three weeks later, he’s sent me a letter: “Dear Sonia Sanchez, Yeah!” Just “Yeah,” that’s all. Just “Yeah,” exclamation point, you know?

And the point is that the joy of that, this person—you know, we—as a professor for 40 years, right, and as a person involved with the Black Arts, you know, Movement also, too, the joy was that we taught, and every place we go, we have—we have students. You’re with Brother Baraka, and people come up and say, “Oh, remember? I was in your class, right?” You know, people come up to me, “You remember? I was in your class.” And you don’t always remember the faces, or you do, but you remember the names, or you don’t. But what we are saying, 40 years of being involved with activism and teaching in universities and teaching from the stages of America, all of these are our children. They have all our eyes. And they have Brother Baraka’s eyes. I mean, he has shown young people how to look at the world, you know. This is this man, you know, who showed us exactly how to remove the garbage out of our eyes and our lives and how to be human.

FELIPE LUCIANO: And to that end—

AMY GOODMAN: Felipe Luciano.

FELIPE LUCIANO: I’d like to add that his African aesthetic, his Black Arts Movement basically said this: You don’t need to validate yourself by Western liberal ideas. We hear music differently. Our auditory nerve is different. Our optical nerve is different. And so, to sit with him, for example, and listen to Freddie Hubbard, to sit with him and listen to Trane, Sun Ra, to listen to a Grady Tate, to—he loved Ellington—one would think that with his advanced sense of harmonics, with his advance sense of improvisation, he would be into Anthony Braxton. But he loved the classics. He loved tradition. And not only that, but he loved inclusion. And so, Miguel Algarín, who was his contemporary at Rutgers University, he’s directly responsible. He’s the foment of the Nuyorican poets. Imagine, this guy, brought up in Newark, who gave us an entire encyclopedia on American poetry and told us to take the stuff that was in front of our eyes and make it into poetry. Tato Laviera, Miguel Piñero, all of these people who have now passed on, are a result of Amiri Baraka, not to mention myself.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: And, Felipe, now, you’re talking about his relationship to music. And in August of 2007, Amiri Baraka spoke at the funeral for another legendary figure, jazz drummer Max Roach, at Riverside Church in New York City. Let’s listen to what he said about Max Roach.

AMIRI BARAKA: I wrote a poem for Max on his seventy-fifth birthday. This is a picture of Max and I in Paris. And this is called “Digging Max.”

(At Seventy Five, All The Way Live!) Max is the highest The outest the Largest, the greatest The fastest, the hippest, The all the way past which There cannot be

When we say MAX, that’s what We mean, hip always Clean. That’s our word For Artist, Djali, Nzuri Ngoma, Senor Congero, Leader, Mwalimu, Scientist of Sound, Sonic Designer, Trappist Definer, Composer, Revolutionary Democrat, Bird’s Black Injun Engine, Brownie’s Other Half, Abbey’s Djeli-ya-Graph Who bakes the Western industrial singing machine Into temperatures of syncopated beyondness

Out Sharp Mean

Papa Joe’s Successor Philly Joe’s Confessor AT’s mentor, Roy Haynes’ Inventor, Steve McCall’s Trainer, Ask Buhainia. Jimmy Cobb, Elvin or Klook Or even Sunny Murray, when he aint in a hurry. Milford is down and Roy Brooks Is one of his cooks. Tony Williams, Jack DeJohnette, Andrew Cyrille can tell you or youngish Pheeroan Beaver and Blackwell and my man, Dennis Charles. They’ll run it down, ask them the next time they in town.

Ask any or all of the rhythm’n. Shadow cd tell you, so could Shelly Manne, Chico Hamilton. Rashid knows, Billy Hart. Eddie Crawford From Newark has split, but he and Eddie Gladden could speak on it. Mtume, if he will. Big Black can speak. Let Tito Puente run it down, He and Max were tight since they were babies in this town.

Frankie Dunlop cd tell you and he speak a long time. Pretty Purdy is hip. Max hit with Duke at Eighteen He played with Benny Carter when he first made the scene. Dig the heavy learning that went with that. Newk knows, And McCoy. CT would agree. Hey, ask me or Archie or Michael Carvin Percy Heath, Jackie Mc are all hip to the Max Attack.

Barry Harris can tell you. You in touch with Monk or Bird? Ask Bud if you see him, You know he know, even after the cops Beat him Un Poco Loco. I mean you can ask Pharaoh or David Or Dizzy, when he come out of hiding, its a trick Diz just outta sight. I heard Con Alma and Diz and Max In Paris, just the other night.

But ask anybody conscious, who Max Roach be. Miles certainly knew And Coltrane too. All the cats who know the science of Drum, know where our Last dispensation come from. That’s why we call him, MAX, the ultimate, The Furthest Star. The eternal internal, the visible invisible, the message From afar.

All Hail, MAX, from On to Dignataria to Serious and even beyond! He is the mighty SCARAB, Roach the SCARAB, immortal as our music, world without end. Great artist Universal Teacher, and for any Digger One of our deepest friends! Hey MAX! MAX! MAX!

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: Amiri Baraka delivering a poem about the jazz pioneer Max Roach. Baraka wrote Max Roach’s biography. I want to talk, Komozi, about the—we were talking earlier about names, and Amiri gave you a name, as well. Your—could you talk about that?

KOMOZI WOODARD: Oh, yeah. I was named Komozi in the movement there. That was a part of the process, is you applied for a name. I wanted a name—I put down that I wanted to liberate black people.

LARRY HAMM: Wow!

KOMOZI WOODARD: And I forget what that name would have been in Swahili.

LARRY HAMM: And how old were you when you said that you wanted to liberate—

KOMOZI WOODARD: I think I was 18 or 19. So—

AMY GOODMAN: Where were you born, Komozi.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Newark, New Jersey, yeah. And instead, he gave me a spiritual name, which is Komozi, which is “redeemer.” So I’ve been trying to live up to that part of it for a long time, but I guess he saw that in me, that I needed to work on my spiritual development.

AMY GOODMAN: How did Amiri react to you writing a biography about him?

KOMOZI WOODARD: It’s a funny story. Now, he asked for two boxes of the books. And the next thing I heard, he was selling them on street corners. So I guess that’s—

FELIPE LUCIANO: Komozi, you know that he studied—he started in philosophy and religion.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Yeah.

FELIPE LUCIANO: And quiet as it’s kept, he was much more—

AMY GOODMAN: Felipe.

FELIPE LUCIANO: —spiritual than people give him credit for.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Oh, yeah. Well, when I—

SONIA SANCHEZ: Oh, no, he had a spirituality in his poetry.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Baraka used to have this tiny—

AMY GOODMAN: Let Sonia Sanchez have a word in here, from Philadelphia.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Sorry, OK.

SONIA SANCHEZ: No, I said—no, I don’t think that anyone is surprised at his—I mean, you hear the spirituality in his poetry, and you hear it, you know, when he speaks. He might be hip, you know, in that hip way, that New York hip way that we happen to be, but in the midst of all that, you know, you hear the softness and the spirituality and the learning, because he was always studying and learning. He was always bringing some new way of looking at the world, some new philosopher. He would bring—Malcolm did that. You know, when we went to hear Malcolm speak, we took notebooks with us. You know, we took notes, because he always brought something for us to learn. And we would go to the Schaumburg and research this. But Baraka did the same thing, my dear brothers and sister. He always came, and you felt that spirituality, because he would like—in a sense, like Malcolm did, he would raise you up to say, “Yeah, Max!” and at the end, you would say, “Max, Max, Max, Max, Max.” It was the loud and the soft, you know, because it was the blues in there, but it was always the sermon in there also, too. It was always that amazing music that he brought to his work, to his poems, to his speeches. Always we heard the music, and the music was doo-dat-doo-dat-doo-doo-doo, doo-dat-doo-dat-doo-doo-day, doo-dat-di, doo-dat-di, doo-doo-di, doo-doo-di, you know. And you would—you lean back on your eyes, and you say, “Yeah, man.”

FELIPE LUCIANO: Listening to music with Amiri Baraka was like watching another concert.

AMY GOODMAN: Felipe.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Last year, we went to the New Jersey Performing Arts Center, Juan, and I’m sitting there with Christian McBride and Terry Blanchard, two of the most incredible bassist and trumpet players. And we were sitting there, and we were talking and laughing so loud. Amina turns around and says, “Why don’t you all shut up?” because Amina was always putting us—you know, come on. We went to hear—

AMY GOODMAN: Amina is Baraka’s wife.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Amina is his wife. So, we would go—so, we went to the Lenox Lounge, for example, to hear Hilton Ruiz, may he rest in peace. And Hilton Ruiz, a great Puerto Rican pianist—

SONIA SANCHEZ: Yeah, yeah.

FELIPE LUCIANO: —was vamping octaves on both hands exquisitely, exquisitely, because one can do the vamp, but to hear each separate note—and he jumped up and screamed, “Go, Hilton!” And I jumped up and screamed, “Go!” And she said, “Y’all better sit down, because we’re going to get thrown out this place.” At which point a guy comes up to Amiri and says something surly. You know, Amiri was always listening.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Right.

FELIPE LUCIANO: You couldn’t just throw some sotto voce stuff at him and him not hear it. He said, “What did you say?” You know, with those eyes, because he always looked at you from under his eyes.

LARRY HAMM: Yeah.

FELIPE LUCIANO: He said, “What did you say?” He said, “Let’s go outside.” I said, “Amiri, let’s not get busted tonight.”

LARRY HAMM: Well, along those lines, Felipe—

AMY GOODMAN: Larry Hamm, Adhimu.

LARRY HAMM: —let me just say, when I was at the hospital the night before last—I actually started going up to the hospital, I think it was either before Christmas, and I was also there on Christmas Day and a couple of times after that. Amina and Ras, his sons—Baraka had many children, and they had as—and I guess I’m at liberty now to say, you know, from the point that I saw him, he was not conscious. The family had hoped that the situation was going to turn around.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes.

LARRY HAMM: But to help the situation turn around, they had jazz playing in the hospital bedroom, man.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Absolutely, right next to him.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Yes, yes.

LARRY HAMM: And I don’t mean soft, either.

FELIPE LUCIANO: No, no.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Yes, yes.

LARRY HAMM: They had John Coltrane.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes. Ellington.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Yes.

LARRY HAMM: They had Pharoah Sanders.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Yes.

LARRY HAMM: And you want to hear something that’s really deep? The last night I went to the hospital, which was Tuesday night, Tuesday night, last night I went to the hospital, some folks came in from Bethany Baptist Church. And one of the brothers must be an operatic singer. He stood by the bedside of Amiri Baraka and sang “Ol’ Man River.”

FELIPE LUCIANO: Oh, no.

LARRY HAMM: And with the words that Paul Robeson used.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Paul Robeson, oh, my god.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Oh, my lord!

LARRY HAMM: And it was so deep, because the hospital people was running around, running around, but they didn’t stop him. They just closed the hospital room door and let him finish.

But I want to go back to an earlier point about Amiri’s move to the left and how other black leaders responded. I can remember—I’m not quite sure; I believe it was ’72 or ’73, that Amílcar Cabral died. Amílcar Cabral was the leader of PAIGC.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Right.

FELIPE LUCIANO: January ’73.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: Portuguese Guinea-Bissau.

LARRY HAMM: January ’73—that fought the Portuguese and liberated Guinea-Bissau. Amiri Baraka was probably the only African American that was invited to speak at the funeral of Amílcar Cabral.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Right.

LARRY HAMM: And I remember him coming back, and one of the things he was talking about was how many white people were at, you know, the funeral of Cabral. And so, there was, I believe—even before then, there was this tension going on between our black nationalist beliefs and perspectives and what was happening in the real anti-colonial struggle. And I think that goes back, because there was another great event in 1972 beside the National Black Political Convention, and that was African Liberation Day.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: Yes, yes.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

LARRY HAMM: In 1972. As early as then—and we have to put everything in context. Baraka wasn’t the only one moving left.

SONIA SANCHEZ: That’s right.

LARRY HAMM: The black movement, in parts of it, were moving left. And maybe in one way, Baraka was responding to it, and maybe he was moving in his own time, too. But as early as 1972, people were beginning to question, because, you know, things—we had this very, you know, basic belief that if we simply got the white folks out of office and put the black folks in office, that everything would be all right. And it didn’t work out like that. In fact—

SONIA SANCHEZ: No, no.

LARRY HAMM: —the struggle between Baraka and Gibson began almost after Gibson—

SONIA SANCHEZ: Right, right.

AMY GOODMAN: Gibson, the first black mayor of Newark.

LARRY HAMM: The first African-American mayor that Baraka helped to get elected.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Yes, yes, yes.

LARRY HAMM: You know, that struggle broke out almost immediately, over the appointment of a black police director. Police brutality was one of the main problems that black people face and one of the planks that came out of both the Black Power Convention at West Kennedy Junior High School and the Black and Puerto Rican convention that followed that would be the appointment of a black police director. And Gibson didn’t do that. And, you know, Gibson still might remember. I’m saying, as a matter of record, he didn’t do that. He appointed John Redden, who was a white police director.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes.

LARRY HAMM: So the struggle began to sharpen up even then. So—

FELIPE LUCIANO: And the contradictions tightened.

LARRY HAMM: Right, and the contradictions. So, let me fast-forward to 1974. Baraka openly begins to espouse Marxism, Leninism, Mao Zedong thought, and it was not initially well received. And it’s also important to say—and Komozi is a historian; he can correct me on this—but the organization was in decline, as—by 1974.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Right.

LARRY HAMM: Many advocates were leaving on—of their own accord. And then, I’m going to tell you, a lot of people in the community—I’m talking about the regular people; I’m not even talking about the leadership, who condemned Baraka for going to the left—but even a lot of people in the community could not understand it. I remember at one point in the headquarters, where we had had the giant pictures of the black leaders up, they came down, and Marx was up and Engels was up and Lenin was up. And, you know, it happened so fast for some folks that they couldn’t quite keep up.

FELIPE LUCIANO: They couldn’t adjust.

LARRY HAMM: And so, it was a tough—it was a tough road to hoe at that time.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Right.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Well, remember, Komozi and Larry—

AMY GOODMAN: Felipe Luciano.

FELIPE LUCIANO: We’ve had—the black community has had an antipathy toward communism and progressive socialism since the ’30s. Amiri would explain to me what happened. If you take the land question out—remember, that was the whole thing: Do we have land? And when the communists came to Harlem in the ’30s, their problem was that they didn’t want to admit to racism, institutional racism. And that was a real problem for black folk. Either we deal with the Emmett Tills, or we’re not going to join you. For Amiri to embrace socialism, when the Black Christian Church—remember, they influenced us a lot. The Pentacostals and the evangelicals influenced so many black folk, and Puerto Rican folk, I would add. And they went—they were capitalists. They were involved. They were immersed in a system that was giving them money. Amiri decided, let us not use race as a criteria for evaluation; let’s begin to use class. Unreal. People just couldn’t handle it, because the black middle class didn’t want to admit it. The black middle class did more to criticize Amiri Baraka than any other class, including white folks. They did everything they can to make him mediocre. It never worked.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: And in terms of that, though, I think the—he did follow the trajectory of other great leaders who faced a similar kind—at the time, attempts to isolate them—Paul Robeson—

KOMOZI WOODARD: Oh, yeah.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: —also Mandela himself, in terms of his trajectory. And in that sense, he really was among the foremost revolutionaries of the African-American community in the United States.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Well, let’s look at—

AMY GOODMAN: Komozi Woodard.

KOMOZI WOODARD: There are different—there are different arenas that Baraka was operating in. One, he was in the international arena. Many of the African leaders—let me—this issue of the fast move that happened in ’74, ’75, here’s what happened. I was on the executive meeting at the time. We were supporting a number of different groups in Angola. One of the groups, very embarrassing, that we were supporting turned out to be a CIA front, which was UNITA.

LARRY HAMM: Savimbi.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: Savimbi.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Savimbi. Right? When we found that out, then—and he was using the brand “cultural nationalism.”

LARRY HAMM: Yes.

KOMOZI WOODARD: OK? So, that’s why it looked like we made a very quick knee-jerk reaction at the point to say, “OK, we’re going to go for standard Marxism,” at that time, because we saw that the CIA was going to use the brand of cultural nationalism, and they were going to do the same thing to split the struggle in South Africa, try to get the Zulus to cultural nationalists against the ANC. So, that was the change we were responding to, and it—so, for the outside world, it looked like a very quick move. We had been studying socialism for a long time. Let’s remember, Baraka was in Cuba in 1960.

FELIPE LUCIANO: That’s right.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Right? He was in Cuba in 1960. There’s a funny story about this. Baraka at the time was a wild kind of a party person. And so, the party was always in his room, and everybody’s drinking in the room. So, they came with the bill for the drinks, and Baraka takes it and says, “Charge it to the revolution.” So that’s—Harold Cruse told me that story.

AMY GOODMAN: Talk about the effect of Cuba on LeRoi Jones, Amiri Baraka, the effect on his poetry, the “Cuba Libre” essay.

KOMOZI WOODARD: It’s a transformative moment. It’s similar to Paul Robeson’s transformation in the Spanish Civil War, when he, you know, had to take the side against slavery. Baraka is confronted by young poets from Latin—all over Latin America who are politically engaged. And because of the Cold War, we separated culture, art and politics. Right? And he saw that they basically embarrassed him and said, “How could you not be involved in the struggle for your people?” And so, he came back, and I think that’s when he joined a lot of these things and started really thinking seriously. And I think, you know, the cultural thing was what—about the Cold War, the Cold War really made it taboo for black people to express their real feelings.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes, sir.

KOMOZI WOODARD: So, even as a poet, I think he was struggling against this, is—you know, this whole—how can I—why am I not permitted to have my own feelings in my poetry? Like the Cold War kind of deadened that. So, it both culturally and politically came out of that, and I think seeing the Latin American example was very powerful for him.

AMY GOODMAN: I also wanted to follow up on Juan’s question about South Africa and Mandela. I mean, Adhimu, Larry Hamm, you went from Newark, the youngest member of the school board, deeply influenced by Amiri Baraka, named by him—

LARRY HAMM: Deeply.

AMY GOODMAN: You go on to Princeton, and you become a leader of the anti-apartheid movement there, taking on the corporation—that’s Princeton University—and their investments.

LARRY HAMM: Yes, yes.

AMY GOODMAN: Talk about Nelson Mandela and how Amiri Baraka influenced you and the similarities there.

LARRY HAMM: Well, the whole struggle that was going on in Africa, I became acquainted with through Amiri Baraka. Baraka had and the Committee for a Unified Newark had several headquarters and properties in Newark. One, of course, was known as 502 High Street. That was Hekalu Umoja, the House of Unity. That’s where I first had my first meeting with Amiri Baraka, on the third floor of that building. But right next to Hekalu Umoja was his store. They had a store, Nyumba Ya Ujamaa, the House of Cooperative Economics. And it was at Nyumba Ya Ujamaa that I bought my first books about Kwame Nkrumah. I bought Return to the Source, Amílcar Cabral. All the revolutionary leaders from there, they sold—

AMY GOODMAN: Kwame Nkrumah, the founding president of Ghana.

LARRY HAMM: That’s right, of Ghana. All the revolutionary leaders of Africa, Baraka had their books on sale there. My first Malcolm X record, I bought from Nyumba Ya Ujamaa. So, the struggle in South Africa, although I had heard about it, it was really through Baraka, and not just the books. Every Sunday, Baraka and the Committee for a Unified Newark had something called “soul session.”

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes, I remember.

LARRY HAMM: At 3:00 on Sundays. And I believe they were first at Hekalu Umoja, and then when he got Hekalu Mwalimu, which is Temple of the Teacher, 13 Belmont Avenue, the soul sessions were there. And that’s where Baraka would really teach, you know, teach politics. You know, that’s how I felt as a young person. I don’t know how the other fellows felt. But as a young person, I was sitting there in awe. And every Sunday, he would talk about the struggles here at home, he would talk about the struggles in Africa, you know, and he would teach us. And it was there that I first really learned about the struggle in South Africa.

So, when I got to Princeton, I was already a member. I had been on the school board. I was accepted at Princeton and went to Princeton in 1971. But like Baraka, I left Princeton to do my three-year term on the school board, and then returned back to Princeton. So I returned back with a much higher level of political consciousness. So, it was—

AMY GOODMAN: Were you there around the time of Michelle Obama?

LARRY HAMM: I was there long before Michelle Obama. The second time—I graduated from Princeton, finally, in 1978. But the struggle in South Africa began to intensify, and our first campaign at Princeton was to get the banks at Princeton on Nassau Street to stop selling the Krugerrand. The Krugerrand was the gold coin that South Africa was using to raise a lot of money. And then, you know, we began the struggle for disinvestment, which had—for divestment, which had broken out on other campuses even before Princeton, at Stanford and other places. In fact, the first event that we had, we didn’t even—it wasn’t even an ANC. This is where the—I’m still influenced by the black nationalist movement.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: The PAC. That’s the PAC.

LARRY HAMM: The first—the first representative we brought to Princeton was from the PAC.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: Right.

LARRY HAMM: The Pan Africanist Congress. We brought him first, so we had a kind of relationship with the Pan African Congress, and then we met Prexy Nesbitt and other people from the American Committee on Africa. And then we began to move closer to them, and we brought delegates from the ANC. We brought delegates from ZANU, Tapson Mawere, from ZANU. So we were not just talking about divestment, Princeton divesting; we were educating the students on the campus about the anti-colonial struggles, including the struggle against apartheid on that campus. So, like I said, I came back to Princeton with a consciousness that lent itself toward that activity.

AMY GOODMAN: We’re talking about the life and legacy of the poet, of the activist, of Amiri Baraka, who died on Thursday in Newark, New Jersey, Newark where he was born. I want to go back to a clip of Amiri Baraka speaking in June 2004 at the first National Hip-Hop Political Convention right there in Newark. He talked about the need to defeat President George W. Bush and much more.

AMIRI BARAKA: I don’t have a whole lot of time. I just want to say something. Why is this in Newark? Why is it in Newark? 1970, the Black and Puerto Rican Convention brought the blacks and Puerto Ricans together. If you think electoral politics doesn’t make any difference, you’re being shortsighted. If you’re not registered to vote, you’re a fool. If you don’t vote, you’re worse than a fool.

Why conventions? Because we have to organize ourselves because we are slaves. We want conventions so we can build a stable national political organization, not because we are separatists or because we know we are not separate. We must elect our own candidates. For instance, why do you think this is in Newark? The Gary convention was where? Gary. Why? Because it had a black mayor and black police chief. This is here because, of all these cities, Newark since 1970 has had a continuous political power, exercised by, well, at least Negroes, if they ain’t black.

But the point is this: Black Power is not paradise; it is a higher form of struggle. Once you organize yourself and elect people that look like you or represent your interests in your town, then you’re going to have to fight with them. Nobody is telling you that this is all. That’s why I’m saying, I’d rather beat Bush than talk bad about my man. You understand? I’d rather beat Bush and you say, “[bleep] Bush” and “[bleep] Kerry.” Yeah, that’s good. “[Bleep] Bush” and “[bleep] Kerry.” But you’ve got to beat Bush, or you won’t even be here to fight Kerry. You understand? You have to beat Bush. Look, don’t nobody—look here, you might be the strongest person in the world, but if you get sick, you’ve got diarrhea or some other trots, but if you get sick like that, you’re going to have to stop the sickness. Bush is killing us. You understand? He is transforming this society into fascism. You know what fascism is, really, the rule—the naked rule by force. The naked rule by force.

Now, what we were saying, Malcolm X said the ballot or the bullet. Charles Barron, my man, he was in the Black Panthers; I was in the Congress of African People—understand?—who, when we got old enough to get our heads beat long enough, decided, just like Malcolm X told me the month before he died, and just like Martin Luther King told me the week before he died, in my house, said, “What we must have, Brother Baraka, is a united front.” We must build that united front, no matter whether you’re the Panthers, the cultural nationalists, whether you believe in rap or whether you believe in hip-hop, whether you’re a Muslim or a Christian, or a vegetarian, or you don’t even know what you is. You understand what I’m saying? We have got to put that together first to do what? To beat Bush. That’s the key link. But the overall theme has to be to fight for a people’s democracy.

AMY GOODMAN: That was Amiri Baraka speaking in June 2004 at the first National Hip-Hop Political Convention in Newark, New Jersey. And, Felipe Luciano, that was pretty controversial, as he was pushing people to vote at that time.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Considering his former cronies, who hated electoral politics, who felt buoyed by what he had said 20 years before. Why should we invest in a white, imperialist system, institutionalized racism, not to mention personal? Why should we invest? Why should we participate in a process that doesn’t respect us? His position was, if you are here, if you call yourself American, then you have to participate. And you’re paying taxes, aren’t you? You might as well. Staying out of this system is self-destructive and self-defeating. His son—and we should add that one of the great legacies of Amiri and Amina are the progressive children.

LARRY HAMM: Right.

FELIPE LUCIANO: All of his kids, Obalaji, Amiri, all of them, are incredible. We should also add that in spite of the sacrifices that he made—his daughter was killed.

LARRY HAMM: Yes.

FELIPE LUCIANO: His sons were beaten. He was constantly threatened, not only by Imperiale at that time, but by the Mob in Newark. He was constantly—the FBI called him the father of pan-Africanism. It’s amazing that they didn’t do a COINTELPRO operation, though, Juan—and we know what happened with the Panthers with respect to that.

LARRY HAMM: Do we know that they didn’t?

FELIPE LUCIANO: We don’t know that they didn’t. But it was amazing how many leftist allies, former—or “allies” in quotes—were against him because he decided to advocate for an electoral—electoral participation in which we could defeat, with a united front, Bush. By the way, Juan had talked about this years before, before I had gotten to it.

LARRY HAMM: Could I just tell—

AMY GOODMAN: Larry Hamm.

LARRY HAMM: I read a pamphlet by Baraka in 1971, written in 1970, and I believe it was titled Toward a Pan-Africanist Party.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Oh, yeah.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes.

LARRY HAMM: And as early as then, in that pamphlet, Baraka talks about running black candidates for president. He actually laid out in that pamphlet the whole process that became the Gary convention process, in that pamphlet called Toward a Pan-Africanist Congress. And that’s what Gary was supposed to lead to. It was supposed to lead to the creation of a black political party. Delegates were elected to the National Convention. The National Convention elected delegates to the National Black Assembly. The National Black Assembly elected delegates to the National Black Political Council, which met in between the meetings of the Assembly. And that was supposed to be the beginning of a party. But, you know, Felipe raised COINTELPRO, and I’m waiting for other documents—I mean, I’m not personally waiting, but I think we all are waiting, as we do wait, for documents to become unclassified, so we can find out additional information.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Well, we do have the one document. We have the one document. The FBI targeted Baraka—

AMY GOODMAN: Komozi Woodard.

KOMOZI WOODARD: —because he was for unity.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes.

LARRY HAMM: Right.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Right? And they said he was unifying all the different ranks. And they gave the Panther formula: “Pay special attention to him. Disruption, disoriention.” Now, Baraka’s larger vision during that period of time was a Bandung West. We had been in contact with the Native American movement, the Chicano movement La Raza Unida, the August 29th Movement.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes.

KOMOZI WOODARD: All the different groups had said they wanted to have an anti-racist conference in 1975. If you know what happened in 1974, there was so much turbulence, we said, “OK, we’ve got too much—we’ve founded four or five different organizations in 1974. Let’s put it off ’til 1975.” COINTELPRO came at the Young Lords at that time with a vengeance.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Young Lords was one of the most important groups in that period of time. And everything tumbled.

AMY GOODMAN: Which Juan and Felipe were a part.

KOMOZI WOODARD: So, that’s what happened. But the COINTELPRO was very active. And particularly, let’s understand how important unity is. The crime was unity.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes.

AMY GOODMAN: Let’s play some footage from the streets of Newark in 1968. This is Amiri Baraka, shot by the renowned French director, Jean-Luc Godard. It appeared in the film One P.M., or One Parallel Movie.

AMIRI BARAKA: Black art, black magic the turn of the Earth black art, black magic the turn of the Earth the Earth turns in blackness and blackness is the perfection of the Earth turning blackness is the perfection of the Earth turning black art, black magic the turn of the Earth and blackness is the perfection of the Earth turning the perfection of the man the perfection of God black art, black art, black art.

AMY GOODMAN: And that is Amiri Baraka actually in the streets in 1968. For our listening audience who can’t actually see him playing, it’s Amiri himself. Sonia—oh, Juan, sorry.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: Yeah, no, I wanted to ask Komozi to follow up on what you were talking about. You’ve done a study of Amiri’s influence, and one of the things I think you mentioned was that there are many unpublished manuscripts that he has—he produced, that you saw at one point. Do you think there’s a lot more work yet to come out that he’s already done?

KOMOZI WOODARD: Well, yeah, when I was a kid in 1974, I went down in his basement, and he had 40 to 60 transfiles of unpublished plays, television treatments, short stories, the whole nine yards. So there’s—you have to realize that part of the consequence he paid for being political is he was censored.

LARRY HAMM: Amen.

KOMOZI WOODARD: So, there’s going to be a renaissance of Baraka’s work coming out, I would imagine, sometime soon.

AMY GOODMAN: Sonia, before we wrap up—

SONIA SANCHEZ: Yes.

AMY GOODMAN: You and Amiri Baraka celebrated your 75th birthdays together.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Right, right.

AMY GOODMAN: So, talk about what he means, as you move on and you continue your poetry and your haikus and your political activism.

SONIA SANCHEZ: I think what I am doing, and people in my generation, what we’re doing, is that we’re remembering that there’s always something to pull onto, to hold onto. I couldn’t sleep last night, and so I went back to some of the things that I had written down that Baraka had said. And one of the things that he wrote is that—he said, “We learned that this is the function of art,” he said, because he made a comment. We are “told that Osiris, the Djali, raises the sun each day with song and verse.” He said, “We learned that this is the function of art—to give us light, to let us fly, to let us imagine and dream, but also to create, in the real world.” And that is what our dear brother did.

He said, “I—you know, I’ve got to be true to people.” He said, “I’ve got to be writing something that people can understand, but at the same time,” he said, “it’s got to be profound.” And that’s the beauty of that. He said, “I’m going to give you something. I’m going to take you a little higher, and you’re going to understand it.” It’s profound. It’s deeply deep, you know? “Come on. Listen to what I’m saying.” And that’s what we did. And he said, “You ain’t going to find it on the 6:00 news, either.” And you don’t find it on the 6:00 news.

My dear sister, I can—I can never imagine this Earth, you know, before—without Brother Baraka, without Sister Maya, Sister Toni, Sister Alice, you know, Sister Angela. I can’t imagine this Earth without Haki, because these are all the people that—you know, there are times that we argued together. I listened to the brothers there. Some of them were in the organizations. Some of them were his children. But I was a temporary—I was a contemporary. I mean, I was the same age. So we fought, you know, But what I want young people to understand, we fought. We had, you know, battles, where I said things. He said, “I don’t know what you’re doing with that old haiku. You know, you’re talking about peace all the time, you know?” So we fought.

But the next time we saw each other, we bowed and we hugged, because, you see, it’s one thing to struggle, you know; it’s another thing to love and respect and to be a part of that struggle. You know, I listen to young people talk about, “Don’t be hatin’ on me.” No, the brother wasn’t hating on me or anybody. He was struggling with ideas and philosophy. We all struggled together. And sometimes we were not on the same page. The thing that we must understand is that we loved each other. The young people must understand that we loved each other, that we knew the struggle was a concerted effort for us to change this world. Yes, we went out and said to people, “You’ve got to vote.” You know, many of us didn’t vote for a while, but at some point we understood we had to get rid of the Bush, you know, people and people like Bush. But we understood also, too, that when we elected—got elected this black president, that we still had to struggle with him and with the country, because it is the country, you know, that we are in struggle with. And that is so important.

So, yes, my dear sister and my brothers, you know, the thing about this dear brother, our brother, is that we understood his movement. He was like Du Bois. He changed. And people would say to me, “Well, you know, Baraka has changed again.” I said, “He’s like Du Bois.” I said, “When he got more information, he evolved.” You know, this is what we do. He can’t say the same thing he said from the 1960s. I’m not saying the same thing I said in the 1960s, because if I were saying that, you should say, “Something’s wrong, Sonia.” And people would have said, “Something’s wrong, Baraka.” We had to evolve. We had to change, because we traveled. We saw people. We met people. We learned. We studied. We were in the Schaumburg. We read books. We evolved, and we learned different philosophies, you know, and as a consequence, we changed. Art is change, my dear sister and brothers. And Baraka taught us that this thing called art is change.

AMY GOODMAN: We’re going to end with the words of Amiri himself, but I did want to ask about the use of the N-word. We’re very loath to play it on Democracy Now!, but in some of Amiri’s poetry—maybe, Komozi, if you could talk about that?

KOMOZI WOODARD: Well, I think language is very important to Baraka, and he was basically trying to make an art form out of the language that people actually speak in the streets. And so, you’ll always hear what—whatever people are saying, he would take that and then represent it in his poetry.

AMY GOODMAN: So we’re going to end with two different times in the history of this country and in Amiri’s life. This is Amiri Baraka delivering a poem about New Orleans. It’s September 2005 at a benefit for victims of Hurricane Katrina, recorded at the Bowery Poetry Club in New York City.

AMIRI BARAKA: Da dada dada da da da dada da dada Bye, Bye, Blackbird Where are we? Here, television Stare back through us in history clothes You know, television Wink the blood out us Sit ’em in a hangar a coliseum, see ’em Is they being lynched more hiply, huh with water? That’s a twist In coliseums, Superdomes, like Rome Kill the only Christians this land has known TV, you’re helping too We hip to you That [bleep] you’re advertising Please send it to them niggas If they could only figure out how to grab you and [bleep] by the throat so y’all could no longer emote them anti-life window dressing for the same devil bloods learned about on their mama’s knee and then come out the house can walk by theyself and find out rich and stupid white boys is their leader and they bleed her They both in hoods And one is all blood One just got blood on their mask Don’t ask where it come from Look at your chest It’s best to find out who they stabbed most recent They is not decent You can cry or shoot a gun That’s the only fun left for the bereft of all but evil titles and character assassination They see you as if you was not beyond the proclamated your so-called unslaveness overstated The Superdome you starve in now your home and dukes up the hill can rant and rave like naked crackers in a cave how low you is, they write If you wasn’t so low you’d still have a real place to live They high with their own lie and still got slavery’s cash their main stash to keep you underfoot Does it matter what they say? You know the story Your pain is your own doing It’s true because you’re so in love with you you won’t kill them You’d rather hum and sing them hymns and wonder if heaven is real as being poor We hope it is and know it ain’t This is hell like that Superdome smell like the crying child like the darkness fell of things gone wild It was dangerous there even before the storm The only clarity is the lack of charity which the Bible says is them that cannot love who have it not and nobody want it anyway just I equal I which is translated from political French or self-consciousness from philosophical German Yet the humanness of them that rule is abstract as the food and rescue they send They is made and rich from sin They is yet neither women nor men but some kind of arrogant carnivores who pretend they is civilized Best this is realized before their actual teeth cut in your actual flesh Yet it has That mean you still don’t know who is them so-called rulers twelve inches of wood with line printed on them to measure their power A ruler cannot, do not, will not have a soul unless itself is human or da dada dada da da ba dada dada da Bye, Bye, Blackbird.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: Amiri Baraka in September 2005 at a benefit for survivors of Hurricane Katrina. And we end with Amiri Baraka in February 2009 speaking at the Sanctuary for Independent Media in Troy, New York. He read a poem called “Obama Poem,” while Rob Brown played the saxophone.

AMIRI BARAKA: Those who can’t understand what they did and can’t understand who they are are then lost in the moss lost in a discourse uncorrected, misdirected, uninspected, unprotected never seen or known then what they, we and us all y’all so then be unknown to most people except the hosts who told them they ain’t who they is so insist they is who they ain’t It’s quaint Just add a little pain and say the same brain is the insane and not know who you, who he, who we blind like in Spanish cannot see sí sí as if race was a waste It is Horse number three ain’t none of we And class, was it true? Others the same as you? But on your head, if you’re upside down they underground That’s cool, it’s romantic you get frantic Their answer is antic like the guy who crawl up out the bottle and want to know if you got his bubble but pleased to make you understand you is another breeding space who got their own time and place come this far in a minute ain’t even out of breath come this far so soon don’t know yourself drunk some coon swoon A hundred forty-five years that’s a beginning again Forty-four equal eight Start in ’09, equals the time and it’s 10, one again come so far so quick You come so far so quick they forget to tell you you wasn’t just slow you wasn’t just uneducated you was slick You wasn’t just all heart you was also very smart How you think you was drug over here in chains next thing we know you’re the president [bleep] You think you could survive amongst this hostile tribe and not be smart plus tough with all that heart? Those who dug Lester Young would understand What’s happenin’ Prez?

AMY GOODMAN: That was Amiri Baraka in February of 2009, speaking at the Sanctuary for Independent Media in Troy, New York, reading the poem called “Obama Poem” while Rob Brown played the sax.

And we want to thank our guests, who have remembered here today Amiri Baraka—Felipe Luciano, poet, activist, journalist and writer, chairman of the Young Lords; Komozi Woodard, who wrote the book, A Nation Within a Nation: Amiri Baraka and Black Power Politics; Larry Hamm, or Adhimu Chunga, chairman of the People’s Organization for Progress; and in Philadelphia, Sonia Sanchez, the renowned writer, poet, playwright and activist—as together we remember the life of Amiri Baraka. He died on January 9th, 2014, in Newark, New Jersey, where he was born. I’m Amy Goodman, with Juan González. Thanks so much for joining us..

Backed-Up Book Reviews: M.K. Asante, Randall Kennedy, Devorah Heitner and Geoff Wisner

I got tired of waiting for a certain website to print these. I hope it still does.

The reviews are in the posting style of the website, not the one I usually use here.

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buck

EAT, SEETHE, HATE

A Young Filmmaker Recalls His Caged Bird Years

 

I got so much trouble on my mind/
Refuse to lose

–Chuck D, “Welcome to the Terrordome”, from “Fear of a Black Planet,” 1990

 

In the 1990s, while M.K. Asante’s world of childhood privilege fell apart and he began a lonely, angry, abandoned adolescence with “broken glass in my mind,” a smattering of Baby Boomer Black journalists began to write memoirs. Most talked about their personal struggles, and almost all of them had most of the same elements: a missing or abusive father, problems on The Street, jail time (or the threat of it), and discovering the power of the written word. All of them had the most important narrative element: a job at a prestigious white newspaper that challenged them on many personal levels. (One writer, a Black journalist known to be a contrarian in a way that Zora Neale Hurston would be proud of, derided the new sub-genre early on, calling them “modern-day slave narratives” and attacking their hard-won Black middle-class status at The Washington Post or some equivalent as, frankly, a dubious kind of freedom.) All these memoirs, however powerful, gave us, in effect, something relatively new back then: “Native Son” with a “happy” ending: think “The Cosby Show” with dabs of irony and righteous Black anger.

If Asante—an award-winning filmmaker and a tenured professor at Morgan State University, all under the age of 35—has written a post-modern “slave narrative” with his brand new memoir “Buck”(Spiegel & Grau), he has mastered, usurped and updated the genre for the 21st century. (Public disclosure: I was a fulltime Lecturer at Morgan from 2007 until this year, and Asante and I were colleagues in the university’s College of Liberal Arts.) The poet tells his story of Cracked Up and Drive-By Ghetto America in a way that combines expressive beauty with the hard-driving beat found in any urban nightclub on Friday and Saturday nights. He narrates a simple yet gripping chronicle of his response to the abandonment of his famous academic father (“[His] bag’s been everywhere; it spends more time with Pops than I do”), the mental illnesses of his mother and sister, and the imprisonment of his older brother.

His slow descent into his own hell is at once touching, funny, frightening and disturbing, as ghetto stories often are. A sensitive Philadelphia teenager becomes a dropout, thug and drug dealer, testing his and society’s restraints. “Decisions lead to options, options to choices, choices to freedom,” writes the author. “We all design our own reality, write our own script, build our own house…or prison…or coffin.” Like a sort of male, real-life Precious in “Push,” he is rescued by, among other things, words and the caring alternative-school teachers who encourage him to explore them. When the smoke clears, it does so in tear-jerking, Afrocentric-yet-family-values ways that will fit well if the rumors about this book being considered as an upcoming Jaden Smith film vehicle are real.

The only complaint is that sometimes the power of this truly inspired work often folds in on itself. The deeper symbolism and detail of both his life and the lives around him occasionally seem to be sacrificed for speed and style. (Using excerpts from his mother’s diary gives the work more heft, but not the amount of depth needed.) The hiphop lyrics sprinkled throughout, for example, are used to quickly describe a scene or a feeling. As a kind of punchy punctuation, they help the reader get (to) the point quickly, but perhaps that is not the best way to allow the life—even one of a reckless 1990s teen—to marinate, and ultimately resonate, in a memoir.

“Buck” may not be more than the sum of its often-flashy parts, but it is undeniably powerful. With this, his fourth book, M.K. Asante joins the post-modern pantheon of, arguably, the greats of today’s Black male nonfiction writers under 55: Jabari Asim, Ta-Nehisi Coates (who, by the way, also has a fantastic memoir that covers some similar ground), and William Jelani Cobb. “Buck” and Asante demand to be taken seriously as literary on their own lyrical, painful, b-boy terms, and they exceedingly succeed.

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THEIR COUNTRY, AFRICA:

New Anthology of African Autobios and Memoirs Show Continent’s Diversity


There is more, much more, to African writing than the literary holy trinity of Wole Soyinka, Chinua Achebe (now an Ancestor) and Ngugi wa Thiong’o. There are stories about women, about members of the LGBT community, about lives in Northern Africa, about childhood stories that don’t all start with growing up in huts and end with the colonial powers taking their community’s land, leaving a nation of victims. “The problem with stereotypes…particularly in literature,” postulated Nigerian writer Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, “is that one story can become the only story: stereotypes straightjacket our ability to think in complex ways.”

Adichie’s essay, “African ‘Authenticity,’” is part of this book, edited by Geoff Wisner, a White, Brooklyn-based writer who has demonstrated a serious commitment to African literature. It is billed as the first anthology of African memoirs and autobiographies. Skipping past the irony of this situation, Wisner wisely gets out of the way so that Africans can speak for themselves.

The writing in this collection—novelists contribute from all across the continent and autobiographies, or speeches of, or conversations with, major 20th century African political leaders such as Steve Biko and Kwame Nkrumah show their necessity—has been translated from many (mostly colonial) languages, so that English speakers can sample the rich diversity of the continent’s writing.

Wisner’s selections emphasize personal identity, so that stereotypes can be shattered. Dagmawi Woubshet writes about his sexuality while growing up in Ethiopia. Many of the childhood tales—and there are many, perhaps too many—share the universal feelings of pain and pleasure that situate the reader into the worlds of the writers, whether male, female, Muslim, Christian or indigenous religion. “I took for granted the fact that my friends came in all shapes and colours,” remembered James R. Mancham of his growing up in the small East African island of Seychelles, “that a Seychellois could be blond with blue eyes or as Black as night, or any shade in between.” Not surprisingly, the personal evolves into the political in many of the excerpts, with the CIA and the colonial powers firmly placed in the background.

The anthology is heavy with writers recalling their empowerment through writing. “I had always told stories,” declared Laila Lalami, a Moroccan journalist and novelist, “but now I wanted to be heard.” Wisner ensures that the continent’s multi-hyphenated rainbow of nonfiction writing, old and new, at all edges of the continental compass, gets that chance.

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Kennedy

Randall Kennedy, one of Black America’s top legal scholar stars, makes the politically difficult defense of affirmative action in this time of White and Black conservative retrenchment. Kennedy sketches the legal history of affirmative action, from its origins in the days of the Kennedy administration and implementation by Presidents Johnson and Nixon to the battles against it in the courts, including the Supreme Court, from the late 1970s until the present, including the views of President Obama, arguably the policy’s most powerful beneficiary. “Whether it is good or bad depends on local conditions—the character of the society’s needs, the relative strength of those benefited and disadvantaged, the plausibility of alternative vehicles for reform,” writes the author, using a scholarly reasonableness almost bordering on neutrality. But one thing is clear, he argues: there will always be vocal and organized opposition to social resources—notably jobs and university slots—going from one group to another, no matter who they are and how they were, or are, oppressed.

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Black Power TV

WHEN THE TV WENT BLACK 

In this post-modern, sci-fi age where millions of Black Americans (and Africans, and Caribbeans, and…) can make youtube videos of themselves discussing Trayvon Martin and trend on Twitter about Harry Belafonte hating on Jay Z, it’s becoming more and more difficult to remember yesteryear’s quaint and analog six-channel, black-and-white TV world that began, one hour a week at a time in the late 1960s and early 1970s, to emphasize the Black for the first time. And the power those local and national political and cultural images carried, reverberating in Black communities, back in the days when “keeping it real” was referred to as “telling it like it is!”

Devorah Heitner, a White feminist media scholar, has documented much of this period as it played out on the East Coast, and has done a superb job. “Black Power TV” (Duke University Press) is the first comprehensive look at Black public affairs television programs. The groundbreaking shows discussed are Boston’s “Say Brother,” Brooklyn’s “Inside Bedford-Stuyvesant” (look at this link to see Roxie Roker, Lenny Kravitz’s mom and Helen Willis, the neighbor married to the White guy on “The Jeffersons,” before she became a network sitcom star), and the national “Black Journal” and “Soul!” (imagine a “Soul Train” for Black nationalists). These programs did something truly evolutionary: they presented Black people on television from the points of view of Black people themselves.

These programs, most of them weekly that aired for an hour on weekends, were created and aired as a response to the 1960s summer urban insurrections sparked by racist police brutality, poverty, a sense of invisibility and, in 1968, the assassination of Martin Luther King, Jr. Writes Heitner: “These programs created a space for publicizing internal debate in Black communities, negotiating between a lively mix of strategies proposed by Black leaders during the Black Power era, from about 1965 through the early 1970s, including armed revolution, electoral participation, economic self-help, cultural nationalism, community policing, affirmative action, collective agriculture, separatism, and other strategies.” They were a way for all races, all viewers, to see and understand the Black Power and Arts movements up close, in the comfort of their own homes. In which direction would Black America head—chaos or community? Dashiki or business suit, or both? Tune in next week!

The author correctly dissects and describes how undiluted Black history, Black culture and Black anger shook the conservative and very White boob tube, thanks to the work of White foundations, White television executives, Black street activists and Black community-minded broadcasters. She is unafraid to peer inside an almost-forgotten period of television history in order to explain the funky and the radical, catching the tenor of the time. Tavis Smiley, Black America’s Larry King, owes his whole television career to the brothers and sisters in Heitner’s book. Right On!

Amiri Baraka, Cont’d (Mumia’s Take: “Poet On Fire”)

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Mumia speaks here.

JANUARY 27th UPDATE: Here’s the text, stolen from Moorbey’z Blog:

Amiri Baraka: Poet on Fire (1934-2014)
[col. writ. 1\10\14] © ’14 Mumia Abu-Jamal

The name, Amiri Baraka, has been known to me since my teens, when I was a member of the Black Panther Party.

His name was often linked with that of Dr. Maulana Karenga (credited with founding Kwanzaa) of the LA based US Organization, which began as competition with the LA Black Panthers for influence in Black LA, and devolved into a deadly feud between enemies, aided and abetted by the maliciousness of the FBI.

But Baraka posed an intriguing figure, for he radiated both love and rage, funneled through his poems which pulsated with revolutionary fire.

He was born in 1934 in Newark, NJ, as Everett LeRoy Jones, and become a rising star of the Beat era in the East Village of New York.

When he joined the U.S. Air Force, he found a revelation in books, while traveling in Chicago. He saw a bookstore with a green door (called the Green Door) and within he had an epiphany. In his 1984 autobiography, he wrote:

                                    Something dawned on me, like a big light bulb over     my     noggin.  The comic strip

                                    idea lit up my mind at that moment as I stared at the books. I suddenly understood

                                    that I didn’t know a hell of a lot about anything. What it was that seemed to me

                                    then was that learning was important. I’d never thought that before. {pp. 343-44}

 

That moment spurred him on to seriously read, study, and enlarge his understanding, nor for a grade, but for the simple “joy” of learning.

He gorged himself on books. On all kinds of subjects, poetry, history, statistics – and beyond.

 

In July 1960, he would hit another “turning point”. He went to Cuba. In his 1966 essay, “Cuba Libre”, he recounts his reaction to harsh criticism of the U.S. Empire, saying, “I’m a poet…what can I do? I write, that’s all. I’m not even interested in politics.” A Mexican poet, Jaime Shelley, responded acidly, “You want to cultivate your soul? In the ugliness you live in, you want to cultivate your soul? Well, we’ve got millions of starving people to feed, and that moves me enough to make poems out of.”

 

That trip radicalized him and his poetry, and spurred him on to Black cultural nationalism, revolutionary nationalism, Marxism and the building of Black community organizations.

The impacts of learning and Cuba kept him seeking the correct synthesis of revolutionary politics, to transform society.

Although lesser known, he was a music critic of considerable insight. His love of jazz was deep; even spiritual. But he also loved RnB (rhythm & blues), gospels and blues, as cultural expressions of various stages of Black life.

He also dug rap, it being, at bottom, poetry; but he condemned the corporate control over its production and distribution.

Of rap, he wrote:

                                    That’s why Rap delighted me so and still does (even though now it’s been widely

                                    co-opted by Uncle Bubba and the Mind Bandits) because I could see that some of

                                    what came out of us had taken root. An open popular mass-based poetry. It arrived,

                                    that’s why the corporations moved so swiftly to “cover” and coopt. Why the

                                    disappeared Grand Master Flash and Afrika Bambaata, accused Prof. Griff of the

                                    Big A-S and brought in fresh rap like Two Live Crew. Gangsta rap was also

                                    brought in to exchange political agitation with ignorant braggadocio and thuggish

                                    imbecility, justifying the state nigger-you annihilation program. [p.502]

 

Amiri Baraka and his wife, Amina, were good friends of MOVE’s Pam Africa, and spent time together when she was in Newark.

But Baraka put his best self in his poems, which revealed his with and his anger. In his 1979 poem “In the Tradition”, he has a line that said it all:

                                    nigger music’s about all

                                    you got, and you find it

                                    much too hot.

Amiri Baraka was 79.

–© ‘14maj

Asante Sana, Amiri Baraka (2 of 3)

The following are some excerpts of Amiri Baraka’s eulogy of James Baldwin from 1987. A classic eulogy of a writer by a writer. I have picked the parts that could apply to him.

There will be, and should be, reams and reams of analysis, even praise, for our friend but also even larger measures of non-analysis and certainly condemnation for James Baldwin, the Negro writer. Alas we have not yet the power to render completely sterile or make impossible the errors and lies which will merely be America being itself rather than its unconvincing promise.

But the wide gap, the world spinning abyss, between the James Baldwin of yellow journalism and English departments (and here we thought this was America), and the James Baldwin of our real lives is stunning! When he told us Nobody Knows My (he meant Our) Name, he was trying to get you ready for it even then!

For one thing, no matter the piles of deathly prose citing influences, relationships, metaphor and criticism that will attempt to tell us about our older brother, most will miss the mark simply because for the most part they will be retelling old lies or making up new ones, or shaping yet another Black life to fit the great white stomach which yet rules and tries to digest the world!

For first of all Jimmy Baldwin was not only a writer, an international literary figure, he was man, spirit, voice–old and Black and terrible as that first Ancestor…..

This man traveled the earth like its [historian] and its biographer. He reported, criticized, made beautiful, analyzed, cajoled, lyricized, attacked, sang, made us better, made us consciously human or, perhaps more acidly, pre-human…..

Jimmy will be remembered, even as James, for his word. Only the completely ignorant can doubt his mastery of it. Jimmy Baldwin was the creator of contemporary American speech even before Americans could dig that. He created it so we could speak to each other at unimaginable intensities of feeling, so we could make sense to each other at yet higher and higher tempos.

But that word, arranged as art, sparkling and gesturing from the page, was also man and spirit. Nothing was more inspiring than hearing that voice, seeing that face, and that whip of tongue, that signification that was his fingers, reveal and expose, raise and bring down, condemn or extol!

…….What was said of him, the so-called analysis, often reeking of the dead analysis of white supremacy and its non-existent reality, made no difference. All of that did not really register, except as re-call for dull conversations with fire plugs or chairs or stone steps when abroad in the practiced indifference called U.S. society.

What he gave me, what he gave us, we perceived instantly and grew enormous inside because of it. That Black warm truth. That invincible gesture of sacred human concern, clearly projected–we absorbed with what gives life in this world contrasted as it is against the dangerous power of death…..

He was our consummate & complete man of letters, not as an un-living artifact, but as a Black man we could touch and relate to even there in that space filled with Black fire at the base and circumference of our souls…..

Jimmy’s voice, as much as Dr. King’s or Malcolm X’s, helped shepherd and guide us toward Black liberation.

And for this, of course, the intellectual gunmen of the animal king tried to vanquish him…..

But attacked or not, repressed or not, suddenly unnews worthy or not, Jimmy did what Jimmy does. He lived his life as witness. He wrote until the end. We hear of the writers’ blocks of celebrated Americans, how great they are–so great, indeed, that their writing fingers have been turned to checks, but Jimmy wrote. He produced. He sang, no matter the odds. He remained man, and spirit and voice. Ever expanding, even more conscious!…..

Let us hold him in our hearts and minds. Let us make him part of our invincible Black souls, the intelligence of our transcendence….Let us one day be able to celebrate him like hie must be celebrated if we are ever to be truly self determining. For Jimmy was God’s Black revolutionary mouth. If there is a God, and revolution his righteous natural expression. And elegant song the deepest most fundamental commonplace of being alive.

Asante Sana, Amiri Baraka (1 of 3)

This is a good episode of “Like It Is!” LOL! 🙂

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: We will spend the rest of the hour remembering the life and legacy of the poet, playwright and political organizer Amiri Baraka. He died on Thursday in Newark, New Jersey, at the age of 79. Baraka was a leading force in the Black Arts Movement of the 1960s and 1970s, but he first came to prominence as a Beat Generation poet when he co-founded the journal Yugen and published the works of Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Gregory Corso.

At the time, he was known as LeRoi Jones. In 1963, he published Blues People: Negro Music in White America. The book has been called the first major history of black music to be written by an African American. A year later he published a collection of poetry titled The Dead Lecturer and won an Obie Award for his play, Dutchman.

AMY GOODMAN: Dutchman was the last play he published under his birth name, LeRoi Jones. After the assassination of Malcolm X in 1965, he moved to Harlem and founded the Black Arts Repertory Theatre. He soon became a leader of what was known as the Black Arts Movement. In 2007, he appeared on Democracy Now! and talked about his name change.

AMIRI BARAKA: I was Everett LeRoi Jones. My grandfather’s name was Everett. He was a politician in that town. My family came to Newark in the ’20s. We’ve been there a long, long time. My father’s name was LeRoi, the French-ified aspect of it, because his first name was Coyette, you see. They come from South Carolina. I changed my name when we became aware of the African revolution and the whole question of our African roots. I was named by the man who buried Malcolm X, Hesham Jabbar, who died last week. He named me Amir Barakat. But that’s Arabic. I brought it down into Swahililand, into Tanzania, which is an accent. So it’s Amiri, instead of Amir, and, you know, Baraka, rather than Barakat, you know, which is interesting. If it was Amir Barakat, I would probably have more difficulty flying these days.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: In the late 1960s, Amiri Baraka moved back to his home town of Newark and began focusing more on political organizing. In 1967, he was nearly beaten to death by police during the urban uprising in Newark. The FBI once identified Baraka as, quote, “the person who will probably emerge as the leader of the pan-African movement in the United States.” Three years later, in 1970, he formed the Congress of African People and spoke at the Black Political Convention in Gary, Indiana, two years later.

Amiri Baraka continued writing and performing poetry up until he was hospitalized late last year. In 2002, he was named poet laureate of New Jersey, a post that was eliminated after a poem he wrote about the September 11th attacks turned out to create a firestorm throughout the country and the state.

AMY GOODMAN: Amiri Baraka’s work also greatly influenced a younger generation of hip-hop artists and slam poets. In a moment, we’ll be joined by four guests to talk more about Amiri’s life and legacy, but first let’s turn to a performance of his on the program Def Poetry Jam on HBO.

AMIRI BARAKA: This is an excerpt from a poem called “Why is We Americans?” But reality is an excerpt on television.

Why is we Americans? Why is we Americans?

what i want is me. for real. i want me and my self. and what that is is what i be and what i see and feel and who is me in the . what it is, is who it is, and when it me its what is be….i’m gone be here, if i want, like i said, self determination, but i aint come from a foolish tribe, we wants the mule the land, you can make it three hundred years of blue chip stock in the entire operation. We want to be paid, in a central bank the average worker farmer wage for all those years we gave it free. Plus we want damages, for all the killings and the fraud, the lynchings, the missing justice, the lies and frame-ups, the unwarranted jailings, the tar and featherings, the character and race assassinations. historical slander, ugly caricatures, for every sambo, step and fechit flick, we want to be paid, for every hurtful thing you did or said. for all the land you took, for all the rapes, all the rosewoods and black wall streets you destroyed. all the mis-education, jobs loss, segregated shacks we lived in, the disease that ate and killed us, for all the mad police that drilled us. For all the music and dances you stole. The styles. the language. the hip clothes you copped. the careers you stopped. All these are suits, specific litigation, as represent we be like we, for reparations for damages paid to the Afro-American nation.

we want education for all of us and anyone else in the black belt hurt by slavery. for all the native peoples even them poor white people you show all the time as funny, all them abners and daisy maes, them beverly hill billies who never got to no beverly hills. who never got to harvard on they grandfathers wills. we want reparations for them, right on, for the Mexicans whose land you stole. for all of north Mexico you call Texas, Arizona, California, New Mexico, Colorado, all that, all that, all that, all that, all that you gotta give up, autonomy and reparations. to the Chicanos, and the Native Americans, who souls you ripped out with their land, give Self-Determination, Regional autonomy, that’s what my we is askin, and they gon do the same. when they demand it, like us again, in they own exploited name.

Yeh the education that’s right two hundred…years. We want a central stash, a central bank, with democratically elected trustees, and a board elected by us all, to map out, from the referendum we set up, what we want to spend it on. To build that Malcolm sense Self-Determination as Self-Reliance and Self Respect and Self Defense, the will of what the good Dr. Du Bois beat on — true self consciousness. Simply the psychology of Freedom.

Then we can talk about bein american. then we can listen without the undercurrent of desire to first set your [bleep] on fire. We will only talk of voluntary unity, of autonomy, as vective arms of self-determination. If there is democracy in you that is where it will be shown. this is the only way we is americans. this is the only truth that can be told. otherwise there is no future between us but war. and we is rather lovers and singers and dancers and poets and drummers and actors and runners and elegant heartbeats of the suns flame….but we is also to the end of our silence and sitdown. we is at the end of being under your ignorant smell your intentional hell. either give us our lives or plan to forfeit your own.

AMY GOODMAN: Amiri Baraka, performing his poem “Why is We Americans?” on the HBO series Def Poetry Jam. Amiri Baraka died Thursday. He was 79 years old. In a moment, we’ll be joined by four guests, by fellow poet Sonia Sanchez; Felipe Luciano, the former chair of the Young Lords; as well as Newark community organizer Larry Hamm; and historian Komozi Woodard, author of A Nation Within a Nation: Amiri Baraka and Black Power Politics. Stay with us.

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AMIRI BARAKA: Wailers are we We are Wailers. Don’t get scared. Nothing happening but out and way out. Nothing happening but the positive.

(Unless you the negative.)

Wailers. We wailers. Yeh, Wailers. We wail, we wail. We could dig Melville on his ship confronting the huge white mad beast speeding death cross the sea to we. But we whalers. We can kill whales. We could get on top of a whale and wail. Wailers. Undersea defense hot folk Blues babies humming when we arrive.

Boogie ladies strumming our black violet souls.

Rag daddies come from the land of never say die. Reggae workers bringing the funk to the people of I. We wailers all right.

Hail to you Bob, man! We will ask your question all our lives.

Could You Be Loved? I and I understand.

We see the world. Eyes and eyes say Yes to transformation. Wailers. Aye, Wailers. Subterranean night color Magis, working inside the soul of the world Wailers.

AMY GOODMAN: Amiri Baraka, reading his poem “Wailers” with David Murray on saxophone, the poem dedicated to Bob Marley and Larry Neal. This is Democracy Now!, democracynow.org, The War and Peace Report. I’m Amy Goodman, with Juan González.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: We’re spending the hour remembering the life and legacy of the poet, playwright and political organizer Amiri Baraka. He died on Thursday in Newark, New Jersey, at the age of 79. Baraka was a leading force in the Black Arts Movement of the 1960s and 1970s.

To talk more about Amiri Baraka’s legacy, we’re joined by four guests. In Philadelphia, there’s Sonia Sanchez. She joins us. She’s a renowned writer, poet and playwright, activist and one of the foremost leaders of the black studies movement. She’s the author of over a dozen books, including Morning Haiku, Shake Loose My Skin and Homegirls and Handgrenades. Sanchez is a poet laureate of Philadelphia and a longtime friend and colleague of Amiri Baraka.

And here in New York, we’re joined by three people: Felipe Luciano, my longtime comrade, poet, activist, journalist and writer. He knew Amiri Baraka for 43 years, a former chairman of the Young Lords and was an original group of the poetry and musical group The Last Poets.

Komozi Woodard is a professor of history at Sarah Lawrence College. He’s the author of A Nation Within a Nation: Amiri Baraka and Black Power Politics.

And Larry Hamm is with us, chairman of the People’s Organization for Progress. He was named Adhimu by Amiri Baraka.

I want to start with Sonia Sanchez. Your reaction to the word—the news of Amiri Baraka’s death.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Good morning to you, my dear brother, and the rest of the brothers and Sister Amy. How are you doing this morning?

KOMOZI WOODARD: Very well, Sonia.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Yeah, it is good hearing all of you. My dear Brother Juan, like everyone else, we were more than shocked, because we always could never imagine ourselves on this earth without dear Brother Amiri and his family. Every time you started out during the day, you would say hello to him and his family in Newark. You would say hello to all those brothers and sisters who were part of what I call that magnificent generation of the ’60s, these men and women who proceeded to change the world. They came out, and they decided very much to change the world.

And so, when I heard from Sister Amina in Newark, when she called and told us he had made transition, you know, your first response is verte y no verte, you know, to have seen you and to see you no more. But then, after you say that and after you move and go outside and walk 12 blocks, you come back and realize, simply, that he lives. He lives. He will always live. He will always live in the hearts of all of us, in the hearts of young people and young poets and people who have some kind of moral grounding, because this man moved in such a large way to effect change in this place called America and in the world.

AMY GOODMAN: Komozi Woodard, you wrote a biography of Amiri Baraka. You’re a professor of history at Sarah Lawrence College. The title of your book, A Nation Within a Nation: Amiri Baraka and Black Power Politics. Give us a thumbnail sketch of Amiri’s life.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Well, he was born in Newark, New Jersey, during the Great Depression in 1934, LeRoi Jones, kind of named after his father. And he went to Howard University, where he met Toni Morrison, Andy Young and people like that, that generation. He dropped out of—you know, people think he graduated from Howard, but he dropped out in his last semester of his senior year, and he joined—in disgrace, he joined the Air Force. And he got kicked out of the Air Force.

And then he became—he joined the Beat Poets down in Greenwich Village, where he began to—it’s kind of phenomenal. He became an editor of the Beat poetry. He just took it upon himself that—took that agency that he could take all the great poets and begin to collect that new American poetry.

He went to Cuba in 1960 at the invitation of Fidel Castro and with a delegation of black writers. He met Robert Williams there, who was a famous NAACP activist for self-defense. When he got back, he hooked up with Malcolm X. There’s a famous meeting late January 1965 between Malcolm X, Abdulrahman Babu and Amiri Baraka that lasted all night, where they discussed the international strategy for black liberation. Malcolm X is killed a few weeks later.

Baraka leaves Greenwich Village and goes to Harlem to found the Black Arts Repertory Theatre/School 1965. Jazz musicians held a concert to raise the money for that new school and theater. Baraka had already written Blues People, which is an important work for him, because I think he found his poetic voice by studying the blues. And the rest is history. You know, he formed many Black Power organizations.

At his 75th birthday celebration, he and Sonia celebrated their 75th birthday a few years ago, and there were perhaps a thousand artists and actors there. And it occurred to me in the middle of that celebration that all of those people were his former students. So I think his—like his mentor, Sterling Brown, was asked, “What is your greatest work?” Brown said, “My students.” And I think Baraka would say the same thing.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: And, Felipe, you were one of those students, and you met him in that period of the Black Arts Movement. You, yourself, were a member of The Last Poets. Talk about first meeting Amiri and his influence on your life.

FELIPE LUCIANO: 1967, we had started a group called The Last Poets, and it was Gylan Kain, Abiodun Oyewole and David Nelson. And they introduced me—it was the first black and Puerto Rican aggregation. It had not happened before. And I met him with an enormous amount of trepidation. He started the Black Arts Movement, as our esteemed professor said, and we followed in that tradition four years later. And immediately he embraced me.

Amiri was the only intellectual, black intellectual, intellectual that I’ve met, who was able to bring together militancy with intellect; militancy, aggressive action, with scholarship. He was an incredibly learned man. He could quote Tennyson, Yeats, Wordsworth, Walt Whitman. He knew Ginsberg, introduced me to Allen Ginsberg. I feel—so I was in awe.

He always told me it’s important to read and write, write and read. And he said, “What is the use?” This is the first thing he told me: “What is the use of being ethereal and being escapist and romantic? Take the words and make them into bullets. Take the words and make them do something.” In fact, it was his poetry, his motivation, that led me from The Last Poets into the Young Lords.

AMY GOODMAN: Speaking of poetry, I’d like, before we go to Adhimu, as we’re sort of chronologically—the people who met him through their lives, all of you—most have known him for over 40 years. Adhimu, your name is Adhimu because of Amiri. But, Komozi Woodard, would you set up this poem for us, Amiri Baraka reading the poem “It’s Nation Time”? This is 1970. It’s right before, Adhimu, you met him, at the founding conference of the Congress of African People. Now, a warning: the N-word is repeated numerous times during this reading. Give us context.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Well, we were in a political campaign in 1970 to elect the first black mayor of Newark, and the workload was heavy. One person late at night said, “What time is it?” as if they wanted to go home and quit the detail. And an old man named Baba Mshauri said, “It’s nation time.” Baraka heard the story, and as he did with many of his poems, that story turned into this epic poem.

AMY GOODMAN: “It’s Nation Time,” Amiri Baraka.

AMIRI BARAKA: come out niggers niggers niggers niggers come out help us stop the devil help us build a new world niggers come out, brothers are we with you and your sons your daughters are ours and we are the same, all the blackness from one black allah when the world is clear you’ll be with us come out niggers come out come out niggers come out

It’s nation time eye ime It’s nation ti eye ime It’s nation ti eye ime It’s nation ti eye ime chant with bells and drum it’s nation time

It’s nation time, get up santa claus get up roy wilkins, get up diana ross, get up jimmy brown it’s nation time, build it get up muffet dragger get up rastus for real to be rasta farari ras jua get up nigger get up nigger come over here nigger take a bow nigger

It’s Nation Time!

AMY GOODMAN: That was Amiri Baraka reading his poem “It’s Nation Time” in 1970 in Atlanta. In fact, that was the year, Larry Hamm, that you first met Amiri Baraka. Where?

LARRY HAMM: Yes. Amiri Baraka came and spoke at my school, Arts High School, in 1970.

AMY GOODMAN: That was where?

LARRY HAMM: That was in Newark, New Jersey. That was our first encounter. But our actual first meeting was in August of 1971. I had been appointed to the Newark Board of Education at age of 17.

AMY GOODMAN: You were the youngest person ever.

LARRY HAMM: Youngest school board member in the country. I wasn’t even old enough to vote yet. But I was appointed by Mayor Gibson, whose election as the first African-American mayor of Newark was in part made possible by Amiri Baraka. So our meeting, our first meeting, was in August of 1971.

And then, you mentioned my name, Adhimu Chunga. He gave me that name. I requested an African name after being a delegate to the National Black Political Convention in Gary, Indiana, in March of 1972. I came out of the ghetto, off of 12th Street, off of Ridgewood Avenue, and going to the National Black Political Convention in Gary was an epiphany for me. It was my revolutionary transformation. And then, after that, I asked Baraka for an African name, and he gave me the name Adhimu Chunga in 1972, in March of 1972.

Amiri Baraka, I believe, was a great American revolutionary. And whatever desire I have in me for revolutionary social transformation comes from him.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: You mentioned meeting him in Newark, and I want to talk about Newark, to turn to another clip of Amiri Baraka. He appeared on Democracy Now! in 2007 on the 40th anniversary of the Newark rebellion, and I asked him to talk about why the uprising began.

AMIRI BARAKA: You have to start with slavery, because those abuses have never been eradicated. You know, people are not living in slums because they voted to. You know, their children are not in jail because they wanted them to. You know, these are the results of a people who have been oppressed and suffer national oppression, you know. And so, in a city like Newark, which is the third oldest city in the United States, by the way, where all these kind of abuses sort of converge, you know, and the racism on top of that—I mean, one absurd example is, one time I was directing a play, and the police rushed into the loft and the man actually took the script out of my hand, you know, as if it was some kind of a volatile weapon, you know.

So that day we had been picketing, because they had beaten up a black cab driver, a guy named John Smith. … And so, people gathered at that precinct, and then that was very explosive that night. That was the night before. That was, say, the 11th. So the next day, we were picketing that precinct, because that’s where it happened. And that was the day, by the time the sun started going down is when it broke out.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: We saw a clip of Mayor Addonizio, but could you talk a little bit about the political climate, the mayor’s regime, as well as Anthony Imperiale was running around then in those days? What was the climate that the majority population, the black community, in Newark was feeling then?

AMIRI BARAKA: Well, see, first of all, when you say Addonizio, who was indicted and, you know—what was it? He was giving 1 percent of the city’s budget to the Mob.

AMY GOODMAN: He was the mayor.

AMIRI BARAKA: He was the mayor, Addonizio, “No Neck” Addonizio. And his Spina, OK, was the—it was interesting that Spina, who was the police chief, when they beat me up, they didn’t take me to prison or to the—they took me to Spina’s office, you know, and threw me on the floor. And he says, you know, just like I’m right out of the movies, “They got you,” you know. And I said, “But I ain’t dead.”

AMY GOODMAN: He was head of police?

AMIRI BARAKA: Yeah, yeah. He was the police chief, you know.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: And they brought you to his office.

AMIRI BARAKA: To his office, not to jail. But since I had given my given name, Everett L. Jones, laborer, you know, then they could deny, until my wife got hold of Ginsberg, Allen Ginsberg—

AMY GOODMAN: The poet.

AMIRI BARAKA: —and he had gotten a hold of Jean-Paul Sartre. And Sartre called the police station.

AMY GOODMAN: From France?

AMIRI BARAKA: Yeah, called the police station. Sartre and Ginsberg and those people started, you know—and then, the only reason I got my life saved is the people in the apartment building where they were beating me started throwing things out of the window at them. Otherwise, I would be gone, you know. But it was a very, very—the racism that existed there—

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: Because by then you were already a very well-known poet and published author.

AMIRI BARAKA: Yeah, and harassing them, you know, in that town. See, the town is too small for you to be doing something. And they actually had policemen stop a poetry reading. I mean, that’s how wild it was getting. They would ride up and down the street and make remarks at my wife and the other ladies in that block, calling them all kinds of slurs. I mean, this was a daily, a nightly thing. And so, it became like, you know, back and forth, back and forth, you know. And finally, it just erupted.

We were trying to do things—we were putting out literature suggesting that we could have a mayor, we could have a city council. You know, that’s—Stokely had come out with “Black Power,” and I would staple that—not staple, what do you call it?—spray-paint “Black Power” on all these buildings in the city, you know. So they knew who it was.

And once I got arrested, they ran in my house to destroy all the leaflets and stuff that we were—but my wife was smart enough to get that stuff out of there and move it to somebody else’s house down the street. But they destroyed our mimeograph machines and stuff like that. They destroyed my car, you know. I mean, it was, you know, a search-and-destroy mission, because they knew who it was, you know, in that little context.

But the whole city, you know, as Harper’s magazine said, the worst city in the United States was Newark, 18,000-people density in one square-mile. You know, talking about the project. So it was a city that was always on the verge, you know.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: That was Amiri Baraka in an interview in 2007. Felipe, even in those days in Newark, there was a significant Puerto Rican, Latino community and budding unity and cooperation between the two communities. Could you talk about that relationship and Amiri’s stance as, at that time, a black nationalist, reaching out to create a broader front of people who were suffering discrimination and oppression?

FELIPE LUCIANO: His evolution amazed me. He went from Beat poetry to cultural nationalism to revolutionary nationalism to socialism and then to communism. He calls me one day, and he says, “Why don’t you come over?” I had been working with him at the Committee for Unified NewArk, where we were trying to get Ken Gibson elected.

AMY GOODMAN: The mayor of Newark.

FELIPE LUCIANO: The mayor, the first black mayor of Newark. And I was working with him assiduously. We were working with him, working within the Puerto Rican community, the black community. And when I—when we started the Lords, Juan, he said, “Why don’t”—we sat together one night. He said, “Why don’t we start a mutual defense pact?” I said, “Amiri, are you serious?” He said, “Why not?” I said, “It’s difficult enough dealing with black folk within Newark,” because Newark was up south, as we called it. It was like Baltimore. He said, “Let’s try to put together a black and Puerto Rican pact.” And believe it or not, it was the first mutual defense pact between African Americans and Puerto Ricans. His evolution, his foresight was astounding.

He loved Latino culture. To see him and Amina dance mambo, I mean, was a trip. He embraced Pedro Pietri. He embraced Miguel Piñero. He embraced Victor Hernández Cruz. He embraced every Puerto—we, as Nuyorican poets, the post-colonial, modern—the new urban Négritude movement was in fact started by Amiri Baraka and the Black Arts Movement in 1964.

LARRY HAMM: And it’s also important—

AMY GOODMAN: Larry Hamm.

LARRY HAMM: —to add, along those lines, that Mayor Gibson was elected because Amiri Baraka—

KOMOZI WOODARD: That’s right.

LARRY HAMM: —and the Committee for a Unified NewArk organized the Black and Puerto Rican Convention, and that took place at what is today University High School, then was Clinton Place Junior High School. That alliance—Gibson was not elected just by the black vote in Newark.

FELIPE LUCIANO: No, he wasn’t. The swing vote was Puerto Rican.

LARRY HAMM: That’s right. It was an alliance—

FELIPE LUCIANO: Along with Ramon Rivera, who helped him.

LARRY HAMM: That’s right, an alliance between African Americans and Puerto Ricans. And this continued. It wasn’t just—you mention Ramon Rivera, who continued to be an activist in Newark during those days. He and Amiri had a very close relationship.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Yes, they did.

AMY GOODMAN: Komozi Woodard, Maya Angelou called Amiri Baraka the greatest living poet. Talk about that and his relationship with her, with Toni Morrison. And we’re going to go to break and then come back to Sonia Sanchez.

KOMOZI WOODARD: Well, Baraka was a poet. And Maya Angelou and Abbey Lincoln called a demonstration to protest the death of Lumumba at the United Nations. And Baraka had gotten arrested, like many other people. The police were beating people up. And so, he got arrested. And in jail, he realized that Askia Muhammad Touré and the other people he was demonstrating with were poets. So his politics and his poetry kind of ran together. But they were just experimenting with poetry. And he had a—I think Blues People was him finding his poetic voice. If you listen to his poetry before Blues People and after Blues People, you kind of hear that blues ethos and jazz aesthetic that, in much of it, he got from Langston Hughes.

AMY GOODMAN: We have this great picture of Maya Angelou and Amiri Baraka dancing. We’re going to go to break, and then we’re going to come back to this discussion. We’re talking about the life and legacy of Amiri Baraka. He died yesterday, on Thursday, at the age of 79, a founder of the Black Arts Movement, a poet, an activist, an organizer, being hailed in this country and around the world. This is Democracy Now! We’ll be back in a minute.

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AMIRI BARAKA: Beautiful black women, fail, they act. Stop them, raining.
They are so beautiful, we want them with us. Stop them, raining.
Beautiful, stop raining, they fail. We fail them and their lips
stick out perpetually, at our weakness. Raining. Stop them. Black
queens. Ruby Dee weeps at the window, raining, being lost in her
life, being what we all will be, sentimental bitter frustrated
deprived of her fullest light. Beautiful black women, it is
still raining in this terrible land. We need you. We flex our
muscles, turn to stare at our tormentor, we need you. Raining.
We need you, reigning, black queen.

AMY GOODMAN: “Beautiful Black Women” by Amiri Baraka. This is Democracy Now!, democracynow.org, The War and Peace Report, as we remember Amiri Baraka. He died in Newark surrounded by family yesterday, on Thursday. He was 79 years old, the poet, the activist, the organizer. I’m Amy Goodman, with Juan González.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: In December of 1987, Amiri Baraka delivered a eulogy at James Baldwin’s funeral. Let’s listen to a clip.

AMIRI BARAKA: And it is he, this Jimmy of whom I will continue to speak. It is this Jimmy, this glorious, elegant griot of our oppressed African-American nation who I am eulogizing. So let the butchering copy editors of our captivity stay for an eternal moment their dead eraser fingers from our celebration.

There will be, and should be, reams and reams of analysis, even praise, for our friend but also even larger measures of non-analysis and certainly condemnation for James Baldwin, the Negro writer. Alas we have not yet the power to render completely sterile or make impossible the errors and lies which will merely be America being itself rather than its unconvincing promise.

But the wide gap, the world spanning abyss, between the James Baldwin of yellow journalism and English departments (and here we thought this was America), and the Jimmy Baldwin of our real lives is stunning! When he told us Nobody Knows My (he meant Our) Name, he was trying to get you ready for it even then!

For one thing, no matter the piles of deathly prose citing influences, relationships, metaphor and criticisms that will attempt to tell us about our older brother, most will miss the mark simply because for the most part they will be retelling old lies or making up new ones, or shaping yet another black life to fit the great white stomach which yet rules and tries to digest the world!

AMY GOODMAN: That was Amiri Baraka in December 1987 remembering the great essayist, novelist, playwright, poet, social critic, James Baldwin. And this was played on Gil Noble’s show, Like It Is, talking about the greats that we have lost over time. Today, we are remembering Amiri Baraka, because he died yesterday at 79 years old. And our guests are Adhimu Chunga, Larry Hamm—he’s the chair of the People’s Organization for Progress. Komozi Woodard is a professor of history at Sarah Lawrence College and wrote a book, a biography, about Amiri Baraka called A Nation Within a Nation: Amiri Baraka and Black Power Politics. We’re also joined by Felipe Luciano, who was in some ways politically raised by Amiri Baraka, a poet, activist, journalist, writer, co-founder of the Young Lords. And in Philadelphia, out of sight, but not out of mind, is Sonia Sanchez. We’re all in New York City; she’s in the studio alone, but not alone, in Philadelphia, Sonia, the great poet, renowned writer, playwright and activist, a dear friend and colleague of Amiri Baraka.

As you listen to his poetry, talk more about your relationship with him and his effect on your work and the work of so many in this country and around the world. What most influenced him?

SONIA SANCHEZ: Well, I’m glad you played that speech that he gave, the eulogy for Brother Jimmy, because in that eulogy, Baraka called Baldwin God’s black revolutionary mouth. And, you know, our dear Brother Baraka was indeed also God’s black revolutionary mouth, if we understand that. He also said in that eulogy that Jimmy Baldwin was not only a writer, an international literary figure, but he was also man, spirit, voice, and black and terrible in—as that first ancestor. And all of that is our dear brother.

You know, Sister Toni Morrison, you mentioned her and Sister Maya, said, “We die. That may be the meaning of life. But we do language. That may be the measure of our lives.” And the measure of our dear brother’s life was the language that he did, you know? You know, how he took that language, how he crossed the cities and countries, and how he helped us document our bones, how he stood tall as lightning, heard the trumpeters’ tears of death called segregation and racism and colonialism and greed, how he—his tongue caught fire at all of those things, and he moved us all away from the graveyards here in this place called America. His poems exploded from clouds, I say, and intestines. And he embroidered his tongue with pyramids.

Can you hear me?

AMY GOODMAN: We hear you perfectly. You write a haiku every morning just to wake yourself up.

SONIA SANCHEZ: And I wrote one for him. I wrote one for him.

AMY GOODMAN: Can you share it with us?

SONIA SANCHEZ: The one that I wrote for him, my dear sister, is: Your words carry the spirit of creation, I say. I say, your words carry the spirit of creation. Isn’t that so, my dear sister and my dear brothers? I mean, his words carried the spirit of creation. You know, he sewed himselves into the sleeves of history and change, and he turned around and said, “Come on, hey, come on, keep up with me. I’ve got some words. I’m saying some words. You’ve got to learn from these words. You’ve got to come out here and do this thing called language, do this thing called freedom, do this thing called change.” And we listened, and we smiled, and we did this thing called change with that dear brother and with all the brothers sitting in the studio also, too.

AMY GOODMAN: Amiri Baraka was almost killed by the police in 1967. Komozi Woodard, can you talk about what happened? And then, the—what is known by some who call the Newark riots, others who talk about them as the Newark rebellion, which is certainly how Amiri described it, but what happened to him?

KOMOZI WOODARD: Well, he was nearly beaten to death by the police. They pulled him out of his van, and several other people, and began—I guess they knew who he was. So they surrounded him and beat him. One black cop stood on the side and assumed that they were going to beat him to death. And apparently the people from the community saw what was going on and began to throw litter and bottles at the police, and they had to take him to the jail. And then they lost him, as he said, and Sartre helped them find him. So, it took Paris to find him.

But Baraka is interesting. One of the people who saved his life was this wino named Rabbit. So, one day Rabbit walked into our headquarters, and I said, “What is this wino coming into the thing there?” And he said, “Where’s LeRoi?” And I said, “This must—this is crazy. What are you talking about?” “Where’s LeRoi?”

AMY GOODMAN: What do you mean? What headquarters?

KOMOZI WOODARD: We had the Committee for a Unified Newark at the time, in Newark, I’m sorry.

FELIPE LUCIANO: CFUN, we called it.

KOMOZI WOODARD: And Baraka comes down in his suit and talked to the wino for about five minutes and gave him $5. So I said, “What’s going on here?” And everyone said, “That’s the guy who saved his life. He was the one that testified at the trial and said that he was beaten by the police and what happened.” So, he knew—Baraka had a thousand different faces, and he knew all kinds of people. And that was one of his lessons to us, I think, was to treat everyone equally and the same.

LARRY HAMM: I just want to add that—

AMY GOODMAN: Adhimu.

LARRY HAMM: Amiri Baraka was the first one that I heard call the Newark riots a rebellion and place those riots in the context of the black freedom struggle, that it was not simply a riot, a momentary occurrence that could easily be put down by a handful of police. Newark had a police force at that time of close to 1,500. They couldn’t stop it. They brought in 700 state troopers. They couldn’t stop it. They brought in, what, 3,000 National Guard. Fifteen hundred people were wounded, 27 or more people were killed. And it was Baraka who helped me to understand that this was part of black people’s struggle for liberation, that it was more than simply a riot, that it was part of a continuum of collective struggle in this country.

JUAN GONZÁLEZ: Well, the interesting thing, it seems to me, about him is that he was constantly pushing the edges of what—of political thought, in the African-American as well as the mainstream community. I remember back in 1984, as a reporter covering the Democratic National Convention, and by that time, of course, Amiri had moved much more in a radical direction and much more to socialism and Marxism. And there was Amiri in the hotel room in San Francisco essentially holding court, as one after another establishment black political figure came up to meet with him. Obviously he was not a part of the Democratic Party, but they felt a need to discuss and talk with him about what they were doing within the convention. But could you talk about, as he turned more from national—from revolutionary nationalism into Marxism, how he was—

LARRY HAMM: Yes.

NERMEEN SHAIKH: —how other leaders in the black community responded to him?

LARRY HAMM: Well, first of all, it’s important for people to understand that Baraka did not make this change suddenly. First and foremost, Baraka pointed young people like me to Africa and to African leaders, revolutionary leaders like Kwame Nkrumah, like Amílcar Cabral in Guinea-Bissau, like Samora Machel in Mozambique, like Mwalimu Julius Nyerere in Tanzania. You cannot read these people and not eventually move to the left, because many of them either call themselves socialists, Marxists or Marxist-Leninists. So, Baraka and the members of the Committee for a Unified Newark, members of the Congress of African People, were studying these people. So, for me, from an intellectual point of view, it’s almost inevitable that they would move in that direction. And early on, I can remember, you know, Baraka followed a brand of black nationalism called Kawaida. But I can remember when the poster came out that condensed Kawaida down to the three cutting edges: black nationalism, pan-Africanism and revolutionary socialism. And that was as early as 1972, I believe.

KOMOZI WOODARD: He was way ahead. He was way ahead.

LARRY HAMM: That’s right. So he was way ahead. Or maybe he was really in his time. Maybe we were behind, and he was on point, and we were trying to catch up to him.

FELIPE LUCIANO: There it is. In 1960, after Fidel moves into Havana, it was Amiri Baraka who, with a group of 350 or more black intellectuals, starts a Fair Play for Cuba Committee—who would have done that?—and decried the blockade. He was the first one who said, “Let’s bring together these communities.” The man was into Sékou Touré. He was into Kwame Nkrumah. I hadn’t read Sékou Touré’s poetry. I had never read it. This guy brought an African socialist to our shows and had us meet him. So, for a black Puerto Rican to sit and understand that a black intellectual was sitting down and discussing global socialism was, for me, mind-boggling. So, he introduced—he said, “It’s not enough to write the stuff. It’s not enough to sit there and be an armchair liberal.” That’s why he loved Ginsberg so much, because Ginsberg was about doing stuff.

AMY GOODMAN: Allen Ginsberg, the poet.

FELIPE LUCIANO: Allen Ginsberg, forgive me. He said—and Ginsberg told me, “This is the guy.” After Whitman, after Robert Frost, after Ginsberg, there is Amiri Baraka.

AMY GOODMAN: I want to turn to a clip of Amiri Baraka. This is June 2004, the first National Hip-Hop Political Convention that took place in Newark, New Jersey.

AMIRI BARAKA: Just like Malcolm X told me the month before he died, and just like Martin Luther King told me the week before he died, in my house, said, “What we must have, Brother Baraka, is a united front.” We must build that united front, no matter whether you’re the Panthers, the cultural nationalists, whether you believe in rap or whether you believe in hip-hop, whether you’re a Muslim or a Christian, or a vegetarian, or you don’t even know what you is. You understand what I’m saying? We have got to put that together first to do what? To beat Bush. That’s the key link. But the overall theme has to be to fight for a people’s democracy.

AMY GOODMAN: That was Amiri Baraka speaking June 2004. Sonia Sanchez, I want you to pick this up from here. It might surprise people to know, for all his radical politics, he was out there getting people to vote.

SONIA SANCHEZ: Oh, yes. Isn’t that wonderful? And his son is running for mayor. And Brother Baraka would call people and say, “Hey, come, come. Come help me. Help us with this campaign.” We did a fundraiser for him here in Philadelphia, for Brother Ras.

But talking about socialism and talking about communism, the left, I mean, one of the things that Brother Baraka told me is that how he really became very much involved with that was through Amina. Sister Amina began to question where they were with their politics. She began a very involved study in terms of communism.

AMY GOODMAN: His wife.

SONIA SANCHEZ: And he said—yeah, Brother Baraka’s wife, Sister Amina, you know. And we began to understand that it was not just his movement by himself, but it was that move with the two of them, that movement with the two of them to begin to move towards the left. You know, Fanon said, simply, “What is needed is to hold oneself, like a sliver, to the heart of the world, to interrupt if necessary the rhythm of the world, to upset, if necessary, the chain of command, but … to stand up to the world.” This brother, this brother, you know, stood up to the world. This brother stood up to the world, you know, because he said, “I am doing battle for the creation of a human world.” We must never forget that, that he was doing battle for a human world, as Fanon said.

AMY GOODMAN: On that note—

SONIA SANCHEZ: Yes.

AMY GOODMAN: On that note, we have to wrap up the show, but we won’t wrap up the conversation. We’ll continue it, and we’ll put it online at democraynow.org. Sonia Sanchez, renowned writer, poet, playwright and activist, thank you for joining us. Larry Hamm, chairman of the People’s Organization for Progress; Komozi Woodard, the author of A Nation Within a Nation: Amiri Baraka and Black Power Politics; Larry Hamm, chair of the People’s Organization for Progress; and Felipe Luciano, poet, activist, journalist, writer, co-founder of the Young Lords.