INTERVIEW + PHOTO ESSAY + VIDEO: Awol Erizku

Interview:

A Day With

Awol Erizku 

By on February 21, 2012

 

One of our favorite New York City artist and photographers, Awol Erizku recently sat down with Blowhiphop TV to talk about his come up and passion in his artistry. Young and independent, Awol is one of the most underrated in the concrete jungle. Little do people know he is responsible for shooting A$AP Rocky & A$AP Ferg‘s first music video “Get High” as well as shooting a video for The Suzan. Amongst his amazing photo work and art installations, his creative direction is just as awesome. He has two art shows coming up this year that you will read about on here, you don’t want to miss them so make sure you look out for those. This interview below takes you on a day with Awol as he shows you his process of creating and also some of his hobbies. Enjoy the few words with Awol.

 

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BLACK CONTEMPORARY ART

HISTORICAL PIECES
WITH A TWIST OF POP 

artphotocollector:

“Pop-culture has a lot of influence on my work. I like to re-contextualize art historical pieces with a twist of pop.” Awol Erizku 

The young, Bronx-raised photographer Awol Erizku’s work is gaining considerable attention.  A 2010 graduate of Cooper Union, he has managed, early in his career, the elusive feat of a solo show that opens tomorrow night atHasted Kraeutler here in New York. 

At a time when I see many young artists struggling to keep it going, someone like Awol Erizku demonstrates what is still possible.  Of course, going to a prestigious school and having a mentor like David LaChapelle wouldn’t hurt anyone’s career, but Awol Erizku didn’t grow up advantaged. His portrait work reflects his community while inserting this community—through photography—into a greater art historic context, one where African American (and other people of color) are never well represented.

These photographs merit attention.  They are beautiful and they captivate. In this short video Erizku’s passion and commitment to producing great work (and paying respect to his roots) look to be the real deal.  I look forward to seeing the portraits first-hand and to pondering what’s next for this young artist. —Lane Nevares

5:27 pm  •  14 June 2012

 

HISTORY: Thirty-nine lashes “well laid” on her bare back... - Wanda Sykes Genealogy

THIRTY-NINE LASHES
- WANDA SYKES

Thirty-nine lashes “well laid” on her bare back and an extension of her indentured servitude was Elizabeth Banks’s punishment for “fornication & Bastardy with a negroe slave,” according to a stark June 20, 1683, court document from York County, Va. Through the alchemy of celebrity and genealogy, that record and others led to the recent discovery that Banks, a free white woman despite her servitude, was the paternal ninth great-grandmother of Wanda Sykes, the ribald comedian and actress.

More than an intriguing boldface-name connection, it is a rare find even in a genealogy-crazed era in which Internet sites like ancestry.com, with more than 14 million users, and the popular NBC program “Who Do You Think You Are?” play on that fascination. Because slavery meant that their [B]lack ancestors were considered property and not people, most African-Americans are able to trace their roots in this country only back to the first quarter of the 19th century.

“This is an extraordinary case and the only such case that I know of in which it is possible to trace a [B]lack family rooted in freedom from the late 17th century to the present,” said the historian Ira Berlin, a professor at the University of Maryland known for his work on slavery and African-American history.

Mary Banks, the biracial child born to Elizabeth Banks around 1683, inherited her mother’s free status, although she too was indentured. Mary appeared to have four children. There are many other unanswered questions, but the family grew, often as free people of color married or paired off with other free people of color.

Ms. Sykes’s family history was professionally researched for a segment of “Finding Your Roots With Henry Louis Gates Jr.,” a new series that has its debut Sunday on PBS…

Ironically, this article gets some important facts wrong about the slave trade itself; I have far too many issues with Henry Louis Gates Jr.’s understanding and portrayal of Latin America and the Caribbean to list here. But the discussion of genealogy and free persons of color in the American South made this fascinating reading for me.

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Family Tree's startling Roots
By 

 

Wanda Sykes / photo by Joseph Sinnott/WNET


Thirty-nine lashes “well laid” on her bare back and an extension of her indentured servitude was Elizabeth Banks’s punishment for “fornication & Bastardy with a negroe slave,” according to a stark June 20, 1683, court document from York County, Va. Through the alchemy of celebrity and genealogy, that record and others led to the recent discovery that Banks, a free white woman despite her servitude, was the paternal ninth great-grandmother of Wanda Sykes, the ribald comedian and actress.

More than an intriguing boldface-name connection, it is a rare find even in a genealogy-crazed era in which Internet sites like ancestry.com, with more than 14 million users, and the popular NBC program “Who Do You Think You Are?” play on that fascination. Because slavery meant that their black ancestors were considered property and not people, most African-Americans are able to trace their roots in this country only back to the first quarter of the 19th century.

“This is an extraordinary case and the only such case that I know of in which it is possible to trace a black family rooted in freedom from the late 17th century to the present,” said the historian Ira Berlin, a professor at the University of Maryland known for his work on slavery and African-American history.

Mary Banks, the biracial child born to Elizabeth Banks around 1683, inherited her mother’s free status, although she too was indentured. Mary appeared to have four children. There are many other unanswered questions, but the family grew, often as free people of color married or paired off with other free people of color.

Ms. Sykes’s family history was professionally researched for a segment of “Finding Your Roots With Henry Louis Gates Jr.,” a new series that has its debut Sunday on PBS.

“The bottom line is that Wanda Sykes has the longest continuously documented family tree of any African-American we have ever researched, ” said Mr. Gates, the director of the W. E. B. Du Bois Institute for African and African American Research at Harvard. He was referring to the dozens of genealogies his researchers have unearthed for his television roots franchise, which began in 2006 with the PBS series “African-American Lives” and includes three other genealogy-inspired shows. Mr. Gates said he also checked Ms. Sykes’s family tree with historians, including Mr. Berlin.

Among the subjects whose pasts are summoned this season on “Finding Your Roots” are Barbara Walters (who learns her original family surname), Harry Connick Jr., Samuel L. Jackson, Margaret Cho, Kevin Bacon, Representative John Lewis of Georgia, Branford Marsalis, Robert Downey Jr. and Dr. Sanjay Gupta. The episode with Ms. Sykes is set for May.

Wanda Sykes with Henry Louis Gates Jr. / photo by Joseph Sinnott/WNET

 

“I was so disappointed he didn’t get me any casino money out of this,” Ms. Sykes said in an interview. She added, referring to Mr. Gates by his nickname: “Come on Skip, tell me I’m a relative of Pocahontas. I would have retired.”

Ms. Sykes, 48, is known for her salty stand-up act as well as comedic roles in film (“Monster in Law”) and on television (“The New Adventures of Old Christine,” “Curb Your Enthusiasm”). But after learning about those largely unknown relatives, she said, “It was very emotional,” adding that she thought about the hardships they endured. She was also crushed to discover that two of them owned slaves themselves. “It’s no princess story, not at all,” she said.

Generations of Sykeses have remained in Virginia. Elizabeth Banks (born around 1665) probably arrived from Scotland. Ms. Sykes herself was born in Portsmouth, Va., and grew up in the Washington area, the child of Harry Ellsworth Sykes, an Army colonel, and the former Marion Louise Peoples, who worked at a bank. Ms. Sykes has fraternal twins with her wife, Alex Sykes, and said she eventually plans to share the new family tree with them. “I’m just grateful I do have a history, “Ms. Sykes said. “It’s bittersweet. I was not able to trace the other three grandparents, and that’s huge.

“It shows that we’re still paying for the history of this country, basically. It’s just incredible to go back and see that you did not matter.”

Africans arrived in the New World in Jamestown in 1619. But because most African-Americans were listed only as property on official documents, their descendants lack the marriage records, wills, property and other information to find them. Free blacks, who left a paper trail, can be traced more easily. The first year that all African-Americans were listed by name in the federal census is 1870.

The initial evidence of Ms. Sykes’s free ancestors involved the 1853 marriage recorded for her third great-grandparents, with the words “free Negroes” right after their names. Those papers — entries from the Register of Free Negroes — also helped lead researchers all the way back to Elizabeth Banks.

Johni Cerny, who is the chief genealogist for Mr. Gates’s television programs, noted that many African-Americans with white ancestry could trace their heritage beyond the 1600s to European ancestors. She said 85 percent of African-Americans have some European ancestry.

“The unique thing about Wanda is that she descends from 10 generations of free Virginia mulattos, which is more rare than descendants of mixed-race African-Americans who descend from English royalty,” Ms. Cerny wrote in an e-mail message.

More than 1,000 mixed-race children were born to white women in colonial Virginia and Maryland, but their existence has been erased from oral and written history, said Paul Heinegg, a respected lay genealogist and historian. Mr. Heinegg’s Web site,freeafricanamericans.com, features books and documents like tax lists that provide information about those families.

Records from 1683 detail punishment for one of Ms. Sykes's ancestors. / from Register of Free Negroes
 

The tale of Elizabeth Banks and the nameless black man with whom she had at least one child (records indicate the possibility of a second half-black daughter, Anne, whose father is unknown) pushes us to imagine the lives of the first Africans in the New World beyond popular images of plantation life, Mr. Berlin said. In the Virginia colony of the mid- and early-1600s it was not unusual for blacks and white indentured servants to come together in the shared misery of bondage, he said, before the development of a distinct slave society and hardened racial attitudes. It also highlights a black family that defied the odds and thrived.

“What kind of world does Elizabeth live in that not only does she have this relationship with a black guy but she builds upon this to ensure her children are free and they continue to be free?” Mr. Berlin said. All the way to Wanda Sykes.

>via: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/03/20/arts/television/wanda-sykes-finds-ancestors...

 

VIDEO: Lamont Dozier > SoulTracks

Lamont Dozier

 

Lamont Dozier

 

Web Sites:
Official Web Site

 

Biography

Official Biography (courtesy of Lamont Dozier)

Lamont Dozier rose to fame as one third of the legendary songwriting team of Holland-Dozier- Holland. As one of BMI's most honored songwriters, he has over fifty-four #1 hits for such chart topping artists as the Supremes, the Four Tops, Marvin Gaye and many others. As part of H-D-H, he penned classics including "Baby I Need Your Loving" (9 million performances), "Baby Love" (4 million performances), "How Sweet It Is (to Be Loved by You)" (7 million), "I Hear a Symphony" (4 million), "It's the Same Old Song" (4 million), "Reach Out I'll Be There" (5 million), "This Old Heart of Mine (Is Weak for You)" (5 million), "Where Did Our Love Go" (5 million), "You Can't Hurry Love" (8 million) and "You Keep Me Hangin' On" (5 million).  The remarkable success has been honored with induction into both the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and the Songwriter's Hall of Fame.  In addition, Dozier has been one of the most active and vocal proponents of copyright protection for the creative community, testifying before Congress and speaking with legislators on these issues during his numerous visits to Washington, D.C.

His passion for music began in Detroit, where Dozier grew up listening to his father's record collection of pop/jazz singers, sang in the Baptist gospel choir and absorbed the classical music his aunt played on the family piano. He signed to Berry Gordy's hometown Motown label, the Sound of Young America, in 1962 as a triple threat, artist, producer and songwriter. It was there he hooked up with Brian Holland and later on, his brother Eddie, setting the standard of '60s R&B and soul, fulfilling Lamont's dream of creating music that could cross over to pop radio.  It dominated the era and laid the foundation for successors, and in 1968 they left the nest to set up their own Invictus and Hot Wax labels.

In 1972, Lamont opted to pursue a solo career that has proven to be equally fruitful.  When his first single, "Why Can't We Be Lovers," became a regional hit, ABC Dunhill swooped him up and released his first solo album, "Out Here On My Own," scoring success with the singles, "Trying to Hold on to My Woman" and "Fish Ain't Bitin'," and earning him a nod as Best New Male Pop Vocalist from Billboard. Many of the songs from his '70s solo albums have been sampled by innumerable artists from rappers Notorious B.I.G. and Tupac Shakur, soul icons Mary J. Blige, Nas and Usher, to alternative rockers Linkin Park.

After enjoying  stints on Warner Bros., where he had a hit with "Going Back To My Roots," and Columbia Records, Dozier spread his wings and went to Europe where he worked with Simply Red, Boy George and Eric Clapton, to name a few. He collaborated with Phil Collins on the soundtrack for Buster, which earned them a Grammy, Golden Globe Award, Brit Award, Britain's distinguished Ivor Novello honor and an Oscar nomination.

In 1991, back in the USA, Dozier and wife Barbara started their own company and in 2002 released his solo album, "Lamont Dozier...An American Original," for which he received a Grammy nomination for Best Traditional R&B Vocal Album. 

 

Lamont continues to work with such chart-topping acts as Kanye West, Eurythmics' Dave Stewart, members of the Black Eyed Peas, Joss Stone and, most recently, Solange Knowles.

And now, thirty years after going their separate ways, Lamont and the Hollands have reunited, for the first and only time, to write the score for the Broadway production of "The First Wives Club." The project adds theater to Lamont's  long  list of conquests.  He is independently in negotiations with producers on original Broadway productions which he has created.

When not in the studio or on the road for his various gigs and philanthropic projects, he is very active in his service as a Trustee of NARAS, the recording academy responsible for the Grammys. He is Chairman of their Advocacy Committee, an appointed position, and he speaks on songwriter panels for Grammy Camp and Career Day in School, wishing to give back some of the knowledge he has accumulated through his long and influential career. He is passionate about helping young aspiring talent to understand the business he knows so well.

One of his most prestigious accolades to date is the Thornton Legacy Award which was presented to Lamont by the Flora L. Thornton School of Music at USC in December 2007. The Lamont Dozier scholarship has been established in his honor in perpetuity to provide education for one student per year. He is also the first ever Artist in Residence in the Popular Music program at USC and is on faculty for the 2008-2009 year. Typical of everything Lamont does, the announcement of his appointment said, "You are setting the standard and blazing new trails."   

Lamont, however, considers his children his greatest legacy. At 29, following in his father's footsteps,  Beau is a sought-after songwriter/producer  in his own right. He has written for Avant as well as JoJo, to name a few, and has composed music for film and television. Son Paris, 24, has temporarily set aside his recording career to pursue his entrepreneurial endeavor in the Internet world, while 20 year old daughter Desiree is a junior at USC in the Annenberg School of Communications.

 

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PUB: Burnside Review

2012 Burnside Review

Poetry Chapbook Competition

Judge: Emily Kendal Frey

We are sponsoring our eighth annual poetry chapbook competition. Winner will receive ten copies and a two hundred dollar cash prize. Competition runs March 15th to June 30th. Winner will be announced approximately September 1st, with publication date set for winter. The same dedication and care will go into the production of the chapbook as with our journal—quality original cover art, linen paper, excellent layout. We will make the publication process as cooperative as possible.

Guidelines

Contest runs March 15th-June 30th.

—18 to 24 pages of poetry. Individual poems may be previously published. The writer’s name should appear nowhere on the manuscript.
—2 cover sheets, one with the title of the manuscript, your name, telephone number, and address. The second cover sheet should list only the title of the manuscript.
—A page acknowledging previously published work.

IF BY POST: Include a self addressed stamped envelope and a check or money order for $15- made out to Burnside Review. Entry must be postmarked by June 30th to: Burnside Review Fiction Contest, P.O. Box 1782, Portland OR 97207.
IF BY ELECTRONIC SUBMISSION: E-mail all of above a single Word file to contests@burnsidereview.org. Send $16- by Paypal to sid@burnsidereview.org. Fee and entry must be submitted within 24 hours of each other. Receipt of entry will be send after both arrive. (This method will save money and trees.)

The initial readers of the manuscripts will be Burnside Review staff members. They will choose between five and ten manuscripts as finalists to be passed on to the judge for selection of the winning collection.

We ask that former students or colleagues of the Burnside Review Chapbook Contest’s judge—as well as any writer whose relationship with the judge constitutes an unfair conflict of interest—refrain from entering the contest. The Burnside Review staff reserves the right to disqualify entries deemed conflicts of interest and will return those entry fees.

At no time will the judge have the names of the finalists.

Winner will receive 10 copies of the chapbook printed by Burnside Review Press and a cash prize of $200-.

All questions happily answered by e-mail : sid@burnsidereview.org.

EMILY KENDAL FREY is the author of The Grief Performance (published by Cleveland State University Poetry Center in 2011) as well as several chapbooks and chapbook collaborations. She lives in Portland and teaches at PCC.

 

PUB: Home Anthology - Holy Cow Press

CALL FOR MANUSCRIPTS:

NEW ANTHOLOGY ON "HOME"

 

For a forthcoming anthology, Holy Cow! Press would like to consider poetry and personal essays on the idea of HOME-- where it's located in one's flife, how it may have changed over time. We are looking for a wide variety of perspectives and interpretations. Topics might include leaving home, myths of return, politics of home, displacement, and yearning for home. New work and previously published writings are welcome. Limit per submission: three poems or a personal essay up to 2,000 words in length. A reading fee of $10 per author is requested. Deadline: June 30th, 2012.

Please include a SASE (no electronic submissions, please) and send to: The Editors, HOME Anthology, Holy Cow! Press, Post Office Box 3170, Mount Royal Station, Duluth, Minnesota 55803.

Holy Cow! Press -- Celebrating 35 years of publishing, 1977-2012

 

PUB: Seeking Manuscripts About Cultures and Peoples from Around the World: Wisdom Tales Press > Writers Afrika

Seeking Manuscripts About

Cultures and Peoples

from Around the World:

Wisdom Tales Press


We are looking for stories that focus on themes from around the world. Wisdom Tales publishes both children’s and teen titles and was created for the purpose of sharing the wisdom, beauty, and values of traditional cultures and peoples from around the world with young readers and their families. The content, illustrations, and production quality of these books is intended to assure them a lasting value for children, parents, teachers, and librarians.

Wisdom Tales invites the submission of children’s and teen manuscripts that will represent our above stated goals and contribute to our aim of producing exceptional books that will spark the imagination, encourage the development of good character, and help facilitate cross-cultural understanding and awareness. Our books reflect our commitment to help others appreciate the beauty and sacred ways of diverse cultures and traditions.

If you are interested in submitting your work, and feel that your proposed manuscript matches our publishing philosophy, please follow the submission procedure outlined below and complete the online Manuscript Submission Form.

SUBMISSION GUILDELINES FOR AUTHORS OF CHILDREN’S AND TEEN BOOKS

All Submissions of manuscripts for children’s and teen books must be made on this webpage.

Please complete our online Manuscript Submission Form on this webpage and follow the
instructions carefully. If we are interested in your manuscript, we will contact you and ask for additional information. For authors of Teen books, please only submit one sample chapter of less than 4,000 words. If we are interested, we may ask you to mail us a hard copy of your manuscript.

We do not accept any phone inquiries regarding submissions.

We do not accept any submissions of fiction manuscripts for Teens; non-fiction only.

The above referenced online Manuscript Submission Form is for manuscripts only. For
illustrations and artwork, we only accept submissions by email and we will only open PDFs.

Please read our Wisdom Tales Submission Guidelines for Artists for specific details and instructions about how to email your artwork. Please do not submit any artwork using the online Manuscript Submission Form.

If you are an author who is also an illustrator and you would like to submit a proposed book with both your story AND your illustrations, please read our Wisdom Tales Submission Guidelines for Artists. You will need to email your artwork in PDFs as explained in the Submissions Guidelines.

Also submit your text using our online Manuscript Submission Form which is referenced above.

SUBMISSION PROCESS

Although we review every submission we receive through our online Submission Process, unfortunately, we are not always able to respond to you unless we decide to consider your manuscript for publication.

Due to the very large number of submissions we receive, we do not have the staff or resources to
respond to queries that we elect not to publish. We apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

We will acknowledge receipt of manuscripts that were submitted online using our Manuscript Submission Form by an automatically generated email. (We cannot respond about previously submitted manuscripts, as manuscripts are reviewed by our editorial department who are located in various places.) Please know that we review carefully each submitted manuscript and if we are interested in pursuing the project, you will hear from us within approximately four months.

CONTACT INFORMATION:

For submissions: via the manuscript submission form

Website: http://www.wisdomtalespress.com

 

 

POV: Four Fathers and One Big Brother: Coming of Age with Tupac in the Ashes of the Black Power Movement > emPower magazine

Four Fathers and

One Big Brother:

Coming of Age with Tupac

in the Ashes of

the Black Power Movement


Written by

Dr. Imari Obadele (center), co-founder of the Republic of New Afrika, is the stepfather of Dr. Ivory Toldson, the author of this essay. (Image: United Press International)

 

In 1971, two years before I was born, the police department of Jackson, MS conspired with the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) to raid a settlement legally occupied by the Republic of New Africa (RNA).  In the ensuing gun battle, a police officer was killed, a federal agent was wounded, and eleven RNA members were arrested and detained.  My stepfather, Dr. Imari Obadele, among seven to be convicted, served four years in the United States Penitentiary in Atlanta, GA before being exonerated.

About 25 years after the U.S. government released Brother Imari, both he and I found it ironic when I was matched to the United States Penitentiary for a yearlong predoctoral prison psychology internship.  On the brink of indefinitely extending the mortal paths of my two fathers, I was less than a year away from receiving the same degree as my biological father (a Ph.D. in counseling psychology), from my stepfather’s alma mater (Temple University), while conducting my dissertation research at a penal repository for my fathers’ less fortunate comrades of the 1970s and their bastard sons who became casualties of the “War on Drugs.”

The year was 2000.  I was one of three psychology interns for the 2000-2001 class; the other two were white females.  Of a psychology staff of 9, only two of us were black, and I was the only black male.  During our training, which we shared with all new correctional personnel, the assistant warden demanded, “Never forget, you are a correctional officer first…”  He explained the inherent dangers of working with “crooks,” regardless of the nature of our position.  My office was on the second floor of Cellblock D, next to an elder inmate minister who occupied a private cell.  I was the only intern on a cellblock without a supervising psychologist, so the staff and inmates treated me as if I was already a psychologist.

At 27-years-old, the large number of young black males who were incarcerated troubled me, particularly the ones who had children.  One day, I visited an inmate in the special housing unit at the request of one of my internship classmates, who suspected he requested counseling because he was attracted to her.  When I appeared, he smirked and conceded to his shenanigans, but proceeded to talk about his 9 children.  He was less than 30-years-old.

Days later, I met another inmate who was genuinely interested in self-reflection.  He was also less than 30-years-old, and had 11 children.  He told me he was concerned that his children were so close in age and proximity, and knew so little about him, that he feared one of his sons and daughters could become unwittingly intimate, unaware that they were siblings.  Interestingly, at the time he was writing a novel that dramatized the potential accidental incest.  Within 9 years of his 25-year sentence he hand-wrote 10 books that were popular among other inmates.

A star basketball player in high school, I later learned that, as a teenager, he had a friendly competition with a good friend of mine who received a Ph.D. in psychology two years before me.  My friend remembered him well, recollecting that they were on similar paths growing up in a very poor neighborhood with single mothers.  They were both being recruited to colleges, while flirting with the new opportunities to sell drugs, which had become ubiquitous in their community.  How one became a successful psychologist, and the other an inmate with a quarter century sentence, was merely happenstance.

As prison personnel, I was keenly aware of several high profile inmates.  One, Dr. Mutulu Shakur, was particularly intriguing for several reasons.  First, he was the stepfather of Tupac Shakur.  Second, after reading his presentencing investigative report (public record), I learned that he had a story that was strikingly similar to my stepfather’s.  He adopted the last name “Shakur” from an elder in Philadelphia, PA and married Afeni Shakur when Tupac was very young.  Dr. Shakur was a member of the RNA in the 1970s, obtained a doctorate in acupuncture therapy and operated the first black acupuncture clinic in New York.  In 1986, he was arrested for planning the Brinks armored truck bank robbery in New York and assisting in the escape of Assata Shakur, who is currently in exile in Cuba under political asylum.  Dr. Shakur maintains his innocence, and insists that he and Assata were targets of COINTELPRO[1] because of their political beliefs.

Dr. Shakur was a member of the RNA in the 1970s, obtained a doctorate in acupuncture therapy and operated the first black acupuncture clinic in New York. In 1986, he was arrested for planning the Brinks armored truck bank robbery in New York and assisting in the escape of Assata Shakur, who is currently in exile in Cuba under political asylum.

 

I first met Dr. Shakur when he entered my office on his own reconnaissance.  Although I fully expected our paths to cross, I was unsure of what he knew of me, or my family.  When he entered my office, he formally introduced himself and maintained a scrutinizing posture.  After about 5 minutes of awkward small talk I asked, “Do you know Imari Obadele?”

In a tone that was somewhat smug and haughty, he replied, “Yes, that’s my president.”

I immediately acknowledged, “That’s my stepfather.”

He then uttered words in another language before saying, “This is the best thing that’s happened to me since I’ve been incarcerated.”

Admittedly, after Dr. Shakur expressed his glee, my heart started to accelerate.  Although pleased that the tension was lifted, I did not fully grasp what he believed to be the circumstance or potential of me being there.  I had undergone a rigorous background investigation to acquire the position, which entailed agents visiting old teachers and other acquaintances to determine my propensity for deviance or subversive activity.  On the application, I explicitly remember responding “no” to the question, “Has any of your family members been incarcerated in the federal prison system?”  At the time, I conveniently rationalized that my stepfather was not technically related to me.  But sitting face to face with his former comrade, made the question seem far less trivial.

Fortunately, over the year I spent at the prison, it became clear that Dr. Shakur’s initial response to my disclosure was not connected to any base desire to exploit the relationship for his personal benefit.  Throughout the year, Dr. Shakur endeared himself to me, sharing his political perspectives, as well as his challenges remaining connected to his family and community while being incarcerated.

Inherently, I was an important legacy to Dr. Shakur’s political past, regardless of the extent to which I ascribed to his beliefs.  I was only two years younger than Tupac, the son he lost four years earlier.  My stepfather recalled bouncing Tupac on his knee more than a decade before he knew I existed.  Also the godson of Geronimo Pratt, Tupac was surrounded by staples of the Black power movement throughout his childhood.  A deeper examination of Tupac’s music reveals the strong connection he had to the Black power movement in general, and Dr. Shakur specifically.  Dr. Shakur once recorded a cameo for one of Tupac’s songs from the prison phone.  Much of Tupac’s earlier recordings were laced with esoteric allusions to the Black power movement, which I greatly appreciated as a teen.  However, west coast style “gangsta rap” and “thug life” became the public face of Tupac’s music in the year preceding his death.

Most hip hop enthusiasts appreciated the Shakespearian conflict of Tupac’s lyrics, as he vacillated between “conscious” and “gangsta” rap.  Also present in the subtext of Tupac’s music, was an unhinged resentment toward his father.  A phrase from Tupac’s hit single, “Dear Mama,” seemed to resonate with a generation of young Black males who felt estranged from their fathers:

Now ain’t nobody tell us it was fair
No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn’t there
He passed away and I didn’t cry, cause my anger
wouldn’t let me feel for a stranger
They say I’m wrong and I’m heartless, but all along
I was lookin’ for a father he was gone
I hung around with the thugs, and
even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother love.

[Tupac] seemed to love his stepfather with a whisper, and hate his biological father with a bullhorn.

As a teen, Tupac’s venom toward his father quietly stoked my own smoldering dissatisfaction with my father.  Unfortunately, the phrase also explained, and rationalized, the role that drug dealers played as surrogate fathers for a generation of fatherless Black males.  Through my interactions with Dr. Shakur, I wondered why the father, who Tupac never really knew, appeared more prominently in his music than the stepfather who he interacted with throughout his life.  He seemed to love his stepfather with a whisper, and hate his biological father with a bullhorn.

Dr. Shakur once revealed that the conversations he had with me brought him a level of solace that compared to a period in which he and Tupac spoke almost daily.  He shared the same experience with The New Yorker reporter Connie Bruck, who detailed it in the article, “The Takedown of Tupac (Bruck, 1997).”  Dr. Shakur revealed that he and Tupac had nearly daily telephone conversations at a time in which Tupac was trying to craft his public identity.  At the time, Dr. Shakur believed that Tupac had the potential to regenerate the Hip Hop generation into a force that harnessed the principles of Black liberation, to confront modern issues in the Black community.

In the midst of what Dr. Shakur believed to be a breakthrough in his quest to help Tupac rebrand his image and solidify his role to Black youth, he was transferred to a super-max penitentiary, where he was locked in a cell for 23 hours a day.  Connie Bruck reported that in a memorandum written in February 1994, “the warden of Lewisburg argued that Mutulu needed ‘the controls of Marion,’ in part because of his ‘outside contacts and influence over the younger black element (Bruck, 1997).’”  Dr. Shakur maintains that by the time he was released to the general population of the penitentiary, Tupac was firmly in the clutches of the criminal justice system, and ultimately under the control of Death Row Records; at the time, the nation’s most notorious “gangsta” rap label.

At the time of Tupac’s death in 1996, I had become disenchanted with his image, but nonetheless a fan of his music.  I remember trying to quell the venom of my younger cousin, Kendall, who vehemently blamed Biggie Smalls and Bad Boy Records for Tupac’s death.  I found it unfortunate that Tupac’s music could inspire Black-on-Black resentment among teens, however my discussions with Dr. Shakur help me to see the situation through a different lens.

Bearing the surname of a Black American clan, which includes active political prisoners and an exile in a country with an embargo, and the given name of a Peruvian communist guerilla group, Tupac was born to breed consternation to agents of the status quo.

 

In many ways, Tupac was a mortal enemy of the state.  He was a living vestige of a movement that the FBI spent millions to suppress in the 1960s and 1970s, and his persona was infectious.  Bearing the surname of a Black American clan, which includes active political prisoners and an exile in a country with an embargo, and the given name of a Peruvian communist guerilla group, Tupac was born to breed consternation to agents of the status quo.  Like the generation that preceded him, Tupac probably became a target when he became a symbol of armed civil resistance among disenfranchised Black Americans.  Many of his contemporaries believed that he became a government mark when he was acquitted of shooting two off duty police officers in self-defense.  Whatever the forces, corporate, government, street, or a combination of the three, Tupac quickly entered a world in which his vices and fears were relentlessly being used to manipulate his behavior—an overwhelming burden for someone in his early 20s.

After examining details and nuances, the east coast versus west coast feud, featuring Tupac and Biggie Smalls, seemed to have the trappings of the feud between Black Panthers from New York and California.  By the time COINTELPRO-BPP[2] officially dissolved in 1971, an estimated 7,500 Black Panther members were government informants.  In 1969, the FBI paid out an estimated $7.4 million to Black Panther informants (Churchill & Vander, 2002).  By 1970, the wave of informants within the Black Panthers ultimately led to a culture of paranoia within the organization, culminating with a public feud between Huey Newton and Eldridge Cleaver, and genuine animosity and violence between east and west coast Panthers.

As the FBI’s two primary targets, both Newton and Cleaver showed emotional scars from years of harassment, intimidation, and psychological trickery.  By 1971, the once flourishing Black Panthers was reduced to a small, predominately female led, group of Newton loyalists in California (Theohris, 2004).  The FBI’s annihilation of the Panthers affected the poor Black community in many ways.  The FBI’s reliance upon social degenerates within the Black community to infiltrate the Panthers, in effect, marginalized the leadership of principled Black men and increased the capacity of criminals and drug dealers in the Black community.

The explosion of Black men in the criminal justice system, the rise of crack and subsequent War on Drugs, and the marginalized presence of Black male leadership in the poor Black community are the natural degenerative effects of the federal government’s overthrow of Black liberation movements.  In many ways, the War on Drugs was the governments’ efforts to clean up the ashes from the Black Power movement.  The aggressive tactics used to catch drug dealers had striking similarities to COINTELPRO, especially the use of informants.  The instigation of government informants and other infiltration activities often exacerbated violence and instilled a manic paranoia of “snitchers” in the Black community.   The most violent and sinister members of the Black community were able to slither through the system, while exploiting the community’s disillusionment, as petty dealers peddling crack from the corner, were given 15 years to life.

By the time I became a prison psychology intern, the nonviolent drug offender population had eclipsed all of the violent offenders in the federal prison system, in number and length of sentence.  The inmates, with whom I worked, some former college students, entrepreneurial geniuses, artists, and a host of other talents, were keenly aware of the system they served.  Many could trace their demise to state sponsored efforts to build the capacity of the anti-communist Contras in Nicaragua through crack revenue from poor Black communities.  After the dust settled from the Iran-Contra scandal, the War on Drugs continued to function as the middle passage between poor Black neighborhoods and prison industries that thrived on cheap prison labor.  Inmates with better health and lower security risk typically worked for a prison industry called UNICOR for about 23 cents per hour.  From this, one can surmise that a system that gives longer prison sentences to less violent offenders can generate a healthy profit.  In 2008, UNICOR reported $854.3 million in sales, nearly twice their earnings of 1996.

As COINTELPRO and the nomenclature of the War on Drugs fades into infamy, I reflect on something an inmate told me.  As if he rehearsed his lines for days and had been building up the nerve to express his point, without reserving anything, he marched into my office, sat on the seat before me and said:

I see you walking in here every day, wearing a suit with your briefcase, looking like you’ve done something with yourself.  When I was growing up, I never saw anyone look like you in my neighborhood – a young Black man with a profession.  When I was growing up, all I saw was hustlers and dealers and drug fiends.  Maybe if I saw you back then, I wouldn’t be here today.  So, what I really came here to tell you is: Talk to the kids!

Enamored with the line, “Talk to the kids,” I repeat it often in public speeches.  However, I am not naive to the fact that the Black community needs much more.  As an optimist, I believe many problems will be corrected through the universal potential of Black empowerment and the undaunted spirit of a community responding to oppression.  Inexorably, every day I wonder how this will actually look.


Notes

This essay was adapted from Toldson, Ivory A. (2011). Birthright: Anecdotes of Fatherhood, Race and Redemption. In: M. Connor & J. White (Eds.), Black Fathers: An Invisible Presence in America, Second Edition. New Jersey: Routledge Academic.

References

Bruck, C. (1997). The Takedown of Tupac. The New Yorker, 46.

Churchill, W., & Vander, J. (2002). The Cointelpro Papers: Documents from the FBI’s Secret Wars Against Dissent in the United States. Boston: South End Press.

Theohris, A. G. (2004). The FBI and American Democracy: A Brief Critical History. Lawrence, KS: University Press of Kansas.


[1] COINTELPRO is an acronym for Counter Intelligence Program; a Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) initiated program designed to investigate, disrupt, and neutralize domestic organizations deemed to be dissenting to the United States.

[2] “COINTELPRO- BPP began in 1967.  According to FBI files, the purpose was, to expose, disrupt, misdirect, discredit, or otherwise neutralize the activities of Black Nationalist, hate-type organizations and groupings, their leadership, spokesmen, membership, and supporters, and to counter their propensity for violence and civil disorder.

 

INFO + VIDEO: Afaa Michael Weaver - Oracle of East Baltimore > Urbanite Baltimore Magazine

He came to Simmons in 1998, after receiving tenure with distinction at Rutgers University. At Simmons he is a tenured full professor and holds the Alumnae Endowed Chair, the first chair to be established at the college and one that is reserved for working writers.

He is the author of 11 books of poetry, a collection of essays which he edited, several essays and articles in various academic and trade publications, and short fiction. As a free lance journalist he has written for the Baltimore Sunpapers, the Baltimore Afro-American, the Philadelphia Tribune, the Boston Globe, the Chicago Tribune, the Baltimore City Paper, and the Philadelphia Sun. He has been the editor of Obsidian III at North Carolina State University, and the editor and founder of 7th Son Press in Baltimore.
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Oracle of East Baltimore 

Poet Afaa Michael Weaver made his way out of a tough neighborhood, but still feels a sense of helplessness when he returns home.


  Afaa Michael Weaver credits poetry as that which helped him survive Baltimore / photo by J.M. Giordano

The question—naïve and whimsical, as though beauty really can save the world—floats around Afaa Michael Weaver and hard hometown facts at the corner of Lakewood Avenue and Oliver Street where he went to grade school.

What is the bridge that Weaver crossed to transform himself from a factory worker named Michael to a heralded poet, disciple of the Eastern arts—"I am bound by Taoist oaths"—and New England college professor named Afaa?

Honored as the black Walt Whitman of our age (he is lyrical, kind and gentle, even on bad days), Weaver grew up in "the Valley" in far northeast Baltimore where his kin owned a bar called the Apache Lounge.

The area was nice then, back in 1957 when Weaver was six and his steelworker father used union wages to buy 2824 Federal Street, around the block from his school, for $9,000.

Almost sixty years later—decades in which Weaver survived child abuse, three marriages, heart failure, profound depression, and a razor against his throat in a fight over a woman—the neighborhood is holding on but not so nice anymore. How did he survive Baltimore when so many of his family and peers—indeed the neighborhood itself in many respects—did not?

"Creativity," says Weaver, who graduated at sixteen from Baltimore Polytechnic Institute in 1968—the year he remembers a man running up Harford Road with a rowboat on his head, loot stolen from the old Sears at North Avenue and Harford Road during the King assassination riots.

"Knowing I could write poetry was the light inside of me ... what helped me make sense of myself and what was going on around me—the hardest thing for me in Baltimore was cultivating and defending my imagination.When I come back now, I see what I was up against."

A professor of English at Simmons College, Weaver was most recently back home for his sixtieth birthday in November and again a month later to read at the Pratt Library in Highlandtown.

"After I gave the [Christmas] reading, someone told me that young people in town are teaching city kids mindfulness and none of those kids have dropped out," says Weaver, first exposed to the thrill and discipline of martial arts by way of 1970s kung-fu movies. "It's all about the mind; you have to be able to have your own mind.

 

When Afaa (meaning "oracle" in Ibo, given to him by the Nigerian writer Tess Onwueme) was writing his way out of a South Baltimore soap factory thirty years ago, he wielded creativity against a manufacturing culture that allowed his parents to become homeowners.

"Maybe the price Baltimore paid for places like Bethlehem Steel was what factories do to people," he says. "They stamp you into this numb sameness, a dull conformity."

Baltimore's creative class seems to be growing (when your college degree is worthless, why not throw paint against the wall and call it macaroni?) in proportion to the loss of jobs prevalent when Weaver worked at Procter & Gamble and Bethlehem Steel.

Once there was work in Baltimore and to be an artist was the lot of eccentrics.

Now to be an artist or poet in Baltimore—a weirdo, a drifter, a dreamer—is common, but good jobs are scarce.

Is it too harsh to say there is not a poem in the world that might do for Baltimore what Beth Steel once did? No, says Weaver, it is not. 

"The American dream is a house, a decent car, and to be able to send your kids to a state university. My father was able to work overtime, and my mom pinched pennies. That gave us a fairly different life" than what was and is common around many old Baltimore neighborhoods.

Weaver holds an endowed chair as alumnae professor of English at Simmons College, editing and translating poetry and prose both into and from modern Mandarin. In 2004 and 2008, he organized international conferences of Chinese poets at Simmons, the first held outside China.

In a telling anecdote on the mindset of the average Baltimorean, he recalls family members refusing to believe that he could speak the language of Yao Ming. To which he replied: "How would you know that anything I said wasn't Chinese?"

Pushing into his seventh decade, Weaver is contemplating a memoir about the influence of Chinese culture in his life for an upcoming sabbatical. It would have long passages about the city he left at thirty-three, one of heartbreaking memories and geography he doesn't quite recognize anymore.

"I feel a sense of helplessness when I come back home and I'd like to write something to help people understand how to have faith—how to break free of the things that keep you trapped," he says. "The example of my life is what I want to give."

 

POV: Asia In My Life By Ngugi wa Thiong'o > Pambazuka

Asia In My Life

By Ngugi wa Thiong'o

2012-05-17, Issue 585

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The celebrated Kenyan writer reflects on how much India has been an important thread in his life and in the wider anti-colonial struggle in Africa, and calls for greater interaction between Africa, Asia and South America to escape the long shadow of the ‘Age of the European Empire’.

 

The links between Asia and Africa and South America have always been present but in our times they have been made invisible by the fact that Europe is still the central mediator of Afro-Asian-Latino discourse. We live under what Satya Mohanty in his interview in Frontline (April 2012), aptly calls the long intellectual shadow of the Age of European Empire.

In my case, I had always assumed that my intellectual and social formation was tied to England and Europe, with no meaningful connection to Asia and South America. There was a reason. I wrote in English. My literary heroes were English. Kenya being a British colony, I had learnt the geography and history of England as the central reference in my widening view of the world. Even our anti-colonial resistance assumed Europe as the point of contest; it was we, Africa, against them, Europe. I graduated from Makerere College in Uganda in 1964, with a degree in English; then went to the University of Leeds, England, for further studies, in English. Leeds was a meeting point of students from the Commonwealth: India, Pakistan, Australia, and the Caribbean. We saw each other through our experience of England. Our relationship to England, in admiration, resentment or both, was what established a shared space.

After I wrote my memoir of childhood, Dreams in a Time of War, published in 2006, I looked back and saw how much India had been an equally important thread in my life. I had not planned to bring out the Indian theme in my life: but there it was, staring at me right from the pages of my narrative. The thread starts from home, through school, college and after.

I did not grow up in a Christian home, but we celebrated Christmas, everybody did, it was a time of carnival, with children, in their very best, trooping from house to house to indulge their fancy in terms of food. We were vegetarians throughout the year, though not out of choice, and to many, Christmas day was the first time they would taste meat. For me Christmas meant the occasion for eating gĩtoero, a curried broth of potatoes, peas, beans, and occasionally a piece of lamb or chicken, but the centerpiece of the dishes was cabaci sometimes called mborota. Even today, Christmas and feasts in Kenya mean plentiful of cabaci, thambutha and mandathi, our version of the Indian chapati, paratha, samosa. The spices, curry, hot pepper and all, so very Indian, had become so central a part of Kenyan African cuisine that I could have sworn that these dishes were truly indigenous.

It was not just Christmas: daily hospitality in every Kenyan home means being treated to a mug of tea, literally a brew of tea leaves, tangawizi, and milk and sugar, made together, really a massala tea. Not to offer a passing guest or neighbor a cup of tea is the height of stinginess or poverty; and for the guest to decline the offer, the ultimate insult. So African it all seemed to me that when I saw Indians drinking tea or making curry, I thought it the result of African influence. Where the Indian impact on African food culture was all pervasive, there was hardly any equivalence from the English presence; baked white bread is the only contribution that readily comes to mind.

This is not surprising. Imported Indian skilled labor built the railway line from the Coast to the Great Lake, opening the interior for English settlement. Every railroad station, from Mombasa to Kisumu, initially depots for the building material, mushroomed into towns mainly because of the Indian traders who provided much needed services to the workers initially but in time, to the community around. If European settlers opened the land for large-scale farming for export, the Indian opened the towns and cities for retail and wholesale commerce.

Limuru where I come from had a thriving Indian shopping centre built on land curved from that of my maternal grandfather’s clan. The funeral pyres to burn the bodies of the Indian dead were held in a small forest that was also under my maternal grandfather’s care. Cremation is central to Hindu culture: it asks Agni, the fire god, to release the spirit from the Earthly body to be re-embodied in Heaven into a different form of being. The departed soul travelled from pretaloka to pitraloka unless there were impurities holding it back. My mother did not practice Hinduism, but to her dying day, she believed and swore that on some nights, she would see disembodied Indian spirits, like lit candles in the dark, wandering in the forest around the cremation place. She talked about it as a matter of regular material fact and she would become visibly upset when we doubted her.

It was not all harmony all the time. The Indian community kept to itself, there was hardly any social interaction between us, except across the counters at the shopping centre. Fights between African and Indian kids broke out, initiated by either side. The Indian dukawalla, an employer of Africans for domestic work and around the shops, was, more often than not, likely to hurl racially charged insults at his workers. Some of the insults entered African languages. One of the most insulting words in Gĩkũyũ was njangiri. A njangiri of a man meant one who was useless, rootless, like a stray dog. Njangiri came to Gĩkũyũ from Jangaal, the Sanskrit/Hindi word for wild: it would have been what the Indian employer was likely to call his domestic help. In the colonial times, in my area at least, I do not recall the tensions ever exploding into inter-communal violence,

The post-colonial scene presents a different picture. Time and again Indians and Indian owned stores have been targets of violence especially in times of crisis, mostly victims of looting. I am not sure if it’s the fact of their Indianness or the fact of their being a most visible part of the affluent middle class. In such a case the line between the racial and class resentment is thin. Different in that sense is the case of Idi Amin’s Uganda, where hundreds of Asians were expelled from a country that had been their home for almost a century. In both the colonial and post-colonial era, social segregation, forced in the case of the colonial era, or a consequence of habit and history, has exacerbated tensions.

The colonial school system segregated Asian, European and African from each other and it was not until Makerere College that I had social interaction with Indians. Makerere was an affiliate of the University of London in Kampala, Uganda, where, until the advent of Idi Amin, racial relations were benign. Before its college status, Makerere used to be a place of post-secondary schooling for African students from British East Africa, but as Independence approached, the college opened its doors to a sizeable Indian student presence. That is when we started learning about each other’s different ways of life on a more personal basis. We shared dorms, classes, and the struggles for student leadership in college politics and sports. Leadership emerged from any of the multi-ethnic and multi-racial mix. Doing things together is the best teacher of race relations: one can see and appreciate the real human person behind the racial and ethnic stereotypes.

The lead role of an African woman in my drama, The Black Hermit, the first major play ever in English by an East African black native, was an Indian. No make up, just a headscarf and a kanga shawl on her long dress but Suzie Wooman played the African mother to perfection, her act generating a standing ovation lasting into minutes. I dedicated my first novel, Weep Not Child, to my Indian classmate, Jasbir Kalsi, probably as homage to our friendly but fierce intellectual rivalry in our English studies. Ghulsa Nensi led a multi-ethnic team that made the costumes for the play while Bahadur Tejani led the team that raised money for the production.

It was not simply at the personal realm. Commerce, arts, crafts, medical and legal professions in Kenya have the marks of the Indian genius all over them. Politics too, and it should never be forgotten that Mahatma Gandhi started and honed his political and organizing skills in South Africa where he spent 21 years of his life from 1893, leaving for India in 1914. The South African scholar, Masilela Ntongela, places Gandhi squarely as one of the founding intellectuals of what Masilela calls the New African Movement. The honorific Mahatma, the great soul, was first applied to him in South Africa for by the time he left for India, he had already developed his Satyagraha and Ahimsa ready for use in his anti-colonial struggles that eventually led to Indian independence in 1947, an event that had a big impact on anti-colonial struggles in Africa. What India achieved could be realized in Africa! Gandhi kept in touch with politics in Africa, Kenya in particular, and wrote a letter of protest when the British imprisoned one of the early Kenyan nationalists, Harry Thuku, in the 1920s. Gandhi created the tradition of South African Asians at the front line of struggle in South Africa. Ahmed Kathrada was one of the ten defendants in the famous Rivonia trial that would lead him to Robben Island where he spent 18 years alongside Mandela and others. What Gandhi started Mandela completed. When I met Mandela in Johannesburg soon after his release and becoming President of the ANC party, I came out from the hour-long one on one conversation, struck by the charisma of his simplicity, reminiscent of what people say about Gandhi.

The birth of Trade Union Movement in Kenya was largely the work of Gamal Pinto and Makhan Singh. Imprisoned by the Kenya colonial authorities repeatedly, Makhan Singh would never give up the task of bringing Indian and African workers together. He was the first prominent political leader to stand in a court of law and tell the British colonial state that Africans were ready to govern themselves, a heresy that earned him imprisonment and internal exile. Kapenguria is usually associated with the trial and imprisonment of Jomo Kenyatta but Makhan Singh preceded him. There have been some Indian political martyrs, the first being the Indian workers executed for treason, by the authorities in the very early days of colonial occupation. Gamal Pinto, a hero of the anti-colonial resistance, would be a prominent victim of the post-colonial negative turn in Kenyan politics. Though under a fictional name, Gamal Pinto, has been immortalized in Peter Nazareth’s novel, In a Brown Mantle one of the best literary articulations of the political drama of the transformation of African politics from the colonial to the neo-colonial.

The recent explosion of Chinese interest in African might obscure the fact that there has always been a small but significant migrant Chinese presence, in South Africa mostly, but also in Zimbabwe. Fay Chung whose grandparents migrated to Rhodesia in the 1920s became an active participant in the anti-colonial struggle, at one time running for her life into exile in Tanzania, was a big player in the founding of Zimbabwe. She founded Zimfep which invited Kamĩrĩthũ theater to Zimbabwe, a visit was scuttled by the Moi regime by simply banning the theater group and forcing one of its leaders, the late Ngũgĩ wa Mĩriĩ, to flee to Zimbabwe, and under Zimfep, launched the Zimbabwe community theatre movement1 ensuring that the continuity and expansion of the Kamĩrĩthũ spirit.

Mao Tse Tung never visited Africa but his thought has been part of the intellectual debate in the post-colonial era. His class analysis of Chinese society was seen as providing a more relevant model for analyzing African post-colonial social realities than the European Marxist model, and Kwame Nkrumah’s book, Class Struggle in Africa, has the Mao’s marks all over it. The notion of the Comprador bourgeoisie dependent and serving foreign capital and hence contrastable from the national bourgeoisie with its primary reliance on national capital has become an analytic model in political theory and development studies.

The intellectual history of the continent would be the poorer without the journal, Transition, now based in Harvard, but founded by Rajat Neogy way back in 1962. Neogy, a brilliant and creative editor, was Ugandan born and educated: he believed in the multi-cultural and multifaceted character of ideas, and he wanted to provide a space where different ides could meet, clash, and mutually illuminate. Transition became the intellectual forum of the New East Africa, and indeed Africa, the first publisher of some of the leading intellectuals in the continent, including Wole Soyinka, Ali Mazrui and Peter Nazareth. Transition published my short story, The Return, a turning point in my literary life. The story that captured what would later become so central a part of my aesthetic explorations in my novels, principally A Grain of Wheat et al, was the sole basis of my inclusion in the 1962 conference of African writers of English expression.

Peter Nazareth and Bahadur Tejani, early contributors to Transition would later set the tradition of Afro-Indian writing with their novels, a tradition taken to new heights by Moyez G Vassanji. More than even black African writers, these three have been among those who have explored extensively and intensively the often problematic African-Indian relations. My own work, Wizard of the Crow, published in 2006, in which I tried to bring in Eastern philosophies into imaginative discourse with African realities was following in the footprints already made by these writers on the sands of the cultural scene in Africa.

It may be argued that in the specific cases of East and South Africa where there has always been a sizeable Asian immigrant presence, Afro-Asian dialogue was inevitable. But, in general, Africa and Asia, have met through the political entities like the Bandung conference; the non-alignment movement; the Afro-Asian Peoples Solidarity Organization; and at the intellectual practice, the long years of the Afro-Asian writers movement which staged conferences in various capitals of Asia and Africa.

I have always felt the need for Africa, Asia and South America to learn from each other. This South-to-South intellectual and literary exchange was at the centre of the Nairobi Literature debate in the early 1960s, and is the centrepiece of my recent theoretical explorations, in Globalectics: Theory and the Politics of Knowing. The debate brought about a literature syllabus that centred the study of Indian/Asian, Caribbean, African-American and South American writers alongside those of the European tradition. The result was not to the liking of the neo-colonial regime in Kenya who accused me and my colleagues of replacing Shakespeare with Marxist revolutionaries from Asia, the Caribbean, Afro-America and Latin America, among them being Lu Xun, Kim Chi Ha, VS Naipaul, George Lamming, Kamau Brathwaite, CLR James, Alejo Carpentier, Richard Wright, and Ralph Ellison. Shakespeare was of course safe but we had committed the crime of placing him among other writers and changing the name of the department from English to Literature, which we thought the more appropriate designation of the study of literature without borders.

As the editor of the Gĩkũyũ language journal Mutiiri, I have published the Gĩkũyũ translations of some of the poetry of Ariel Dorfman and Otto Rene Castillo. Professor Gĩtahi who did the translations directly from Spanish into Gĩkũyũ did his doctoral work on the Latin American literature. Gĩtahi was a product of the literature syllabus of the reorganised literature department of Nairobi University. His translation has facilitated direct Spanish-Gĩkũyũ language conversation.

I would like to publish numerous translations from the languages of Asia and South America and you can call this a challenge to African, South American and Asian translators. More important I would like to see similar efforts at enabling conversations between African, Asian and South American languages. This also calls for new category of literary scholars who have studied a combination of languages from Asia, Africa and South America.

It is time to make the invisible visible in order to create a more interesting - and ultimately more creative and meaningful - free flow of ideas in the world. Satya Mohanty is quite right when he points out that: ‘One of the many advantages of the present moment is that the long intellectual shadow of the Age of European Empire seems to be receding a bit, and we have remarkable opportunities to work across cultures to learn from one another.’

Mohanty’s call for cultural interaction and interchange across borders - beyond the Eurocentric campus and our current notions of Comparative Literature - echoes in a forceful way and fresh manner the vision assumed and contained in the call for the abolition of the English Department made in Nairobi in 1969, the first steps in what would later become post-colonial theories and studies. Mohanty’s call for cross-regional comparative literary studies is a necessary and timely intervention on the path towards a genuine world literature.
This essay by the eminent writer Ngugi wa Thiong’o was inspired by the interview with Satya P. Mohanty, ‘Literature to Combat Chauvinism’, published in Frontline in April2. It was written for the new ‘Global South Cultural Dialogue Project’ that has been initiated by writers and scholars from the global South, in particular Mukoma Wa Ngugi (Kenya, USA) and Prafulla Kar (India).

 

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1. It’s the subject of a book by L. Dale Byam, Community in Motion: Theatre for Development in Africa.

2. ‘Literature to combat cultural chauvinism’, Frontline, Volume 29, Issue 06, 2012