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Color Me Thandie

 Born in London to a Zimbabwean Shona princess and British father Thandie Newton has made a name for herself appearing in over 30 films and TV roles since her feature film debut in 1991.    

Since then she has intrigued moviegoers and the public with her formable talent and air of mystery in such films as The Pursuit of Happyness,Beloved, Crash and W. 

In her latest portrayal of the promiscuous,sadly troubled Tangie in Tyler Perry’s film versionof For Colored Girls, she goes to extremes as she has never done before. 

Recently Ebony had an opportunity to talk to Thandie about her character Tangie, how difficult it was to portray her and why she considers herself a character actress and not a movie star.

 

EBONY: Your body of work so far is pretty eclectic. You’ve played all sorts of roles in everything from mega budget Hollywood blockbuster films to low budget independentmovies shot on digital video. Is that a conscious choice?  

NEWTON: It is conscious. I guess there is a degree of choice in there. But it’s also the fact that the glory of not being “in a box” means that many different kinds of directors consider me for roles. But it’s funny. It can work the opposite way as well. Sometimes people can’t use their imagination with what I can do unless they’ve seen me do it, because I’m not an obvious anything. People tend not to have very strong imaginations. This isn’t a time where actors are viewed as transformers that can do anything. It’s very very rare. People like Cate Blanchett, Daniel Day Lewis, Meryl Strep, Johnny Depp are chameleons. It’s tricky to be viewed as that if you’ve, like, got “good looks” because there are people who want me to be a “movie star” —to be a leading lady. But I know I’m a character actress. And character actresses, you know, do all kinds of things, big movies, small movies, theater… It’s just unusual for a “mooooooovie” star to do all those kind of different things.

 

Which brings up the point that your character, Tangie is pretty extreme and very troubled. You pretty much bare yourself emotionally and somewhat physically as well. How difficult was it for you to get into hermindset? 

Oh it was hard. It was hard because there was nothing that I could relate to. I really mean that. I’m a sympathetic person, a compassionate person, but I found it hard to be compassionate towards Tangie because she’s so unconscious and I feel like: “C’mon!” Everyone has a choice to treat people well or not.

As soon as you start treating people badly and not see that that’s a symptom of your s___t, you’re not a good person. Treating someone badly should be a wake up call. Hurting someone’s feelings, making someone uncomfortable should be a wakeup call.

But the truth is when you’re traumatized, that sensitivity is gone. And I did find it hard to be compassionate. I found it hard to be sympathetic towards her until I got deeper into it. Because I had so little time to prepare for this role it wasn’t until I was actually playing the role did I start to find my sympathy. Usually that happens way before I start shooting. So I find myself on the first couple of days playing this person and feeling really uncomfortable in my body because it was hard for me to be her. But that actually ended being a character trait, thank God! 

The discomfort I felt in being her was actually the discomfort she felt on an unconscious level. And I think the key for Tangie is her lack of education. That’s what’s creating this disconnect that she doesn’t even want to explore and the denial that she allows.

 

So what you’re saying instead of the more old fashioned “give me my lines, where’s my mark, saymy lines and move on to the next scene”approach to acting your way is similar to the "method” approach in which you “become” in way the character you’re playing? 

Oh yeah it’s very much so. I’m not formally trained,Stanislavski, Brecht, how-am-I-going-to-do-it?  It’s my own brand of discovering who the character is  and how I tackle it has charged over the years, too. I tackle it on an intellectual level like, I’ve just said to you, I couldn’t find compassion for her because I couldn’t trying to rationalize how someone would continue to treat people badly.

 
And treat herself badly as well.
She doesn’t think she’s treating herself badly becauseit feels good, it all feels so good, But that “feeling good” thing is obviously not good for you. There’s that disconnect. But there’s also the physical. And what’s helped with that is my dancing background definitely. I always, in every character that I’ve played, tried to adopt a different physical persona because the way a person moves his hugely relevant. You know, in Oliver Stone’s film W. about Bush where I played Condoleezza Rice it was fascinating for me to watch her move, the way she stood, the way she walked with an expression of who she was and what she was dealing with and her insecurities, the pretense of who she is and so on. That really informed me, that was a masterclass in how much the physical persona can do. So with Tangie I swing my weight around in a way that I would never do, I was freer with my body. So yeah, it was complete physical transformation which evolved as I was doing it.

 
Speaking of being “freer” do you believe that non-American actresses such as yourself, are more open to doing riskier roles, say sexually, than American actresses who have too many hang ups or am I stereotyping? 

I don’t know. I would be similarly careful; as long as the material needed it I would do whatever was required. And I would use whatever is at my disposal which means obviously, including my body and so on, because I am very confident that, when I make my transformation into another character, it’s not me.

So yeah, I am liberated in that respect in a complete transformation. But another reason why I think I’ve found it sort of freeing, being a non-American, is that I’m much more objective about material. I don’t carry any baggage with me. For example when I started out and I was playing slaves like in Beloved or Jefferson in Paris I didn’t play the roles with a defiance because from what I’ve read the reality is that if you’re in a subservient position, there’s an acceptance, that goes with it, sometimes, because that’s all you know.

So I think when playing a role like that it’s more uncomfortable to watch because there’s a luxury to be defiant in a way. It suggests a chance for liberation.

When in fact that’s who you are, that’s what you were born into and that’s what you’ve been taught to do, there’s an acceptance with it and that’s not a nice fact. And that’s something to feel horrified by. But I know that I would not have been able to have that kind of objectivity had I been an American. I wouldn’t have wanted to do that because it’s part of my history.


You know of course that there are going to be women upset with you playing a loose promiscuous woman in For Colored Girls, bringing out all these fears of black women being stereotyped. Halle Berry is still getting grief over Monster’s Ball. 

I get it, but that complaint is a symptom of their pain and their need to protect themselves.That personal reaction is telling something about themselves which is valuable, absolutely valuable.

 
So the criticism, if it comes, won’t bother you?
It wouldn’t bother me because I’m playing a role, I don’t make any apology for playing that role because I think the way Tangie behaves is a very real symptom of her kind of trauma. Someone who has been sexually abused and for her sex becomes a very confused part of her identity. So it made perfect sense to me. So if you’re going to criticize it, it’s got be criticizing it because it’s not faithful to how a person would actually behave. I think what you’re talking about is people not going to like it. Something that’s not going to make them comfortable.

Absolutely! And nor should it make them feel comfortable. Because let’s hope that if you know a person who behaves like this you’ll say: “What are you doing to yourself?” And that you’ll help them, you’ll help them. And that is valuable.

 

 

 

 

INFO: In Ghanaian Village, American Woman Reigns As King : NPR

In Ghanaian Village, American Woman Reigns As King

November 11, 2010

[4 min 28 sec]


King Peggy, who is wearing traditional red funeral fabric, is being fanned by attendants.
Eric Don-Arthur for NPR

King Peggy, who is wearing traditional red funeral fabric, is being fanned by attendants. She is the first woman ruler of Otuam, Ghana.

 

November 11, 2010

It was two years ago, at 4 a.m. at her apartment in Maryland, that Peggielene Bartels got the news from West Africa. A relative called from Ghana to say that her uncle, the king of the fishing village of Otuam, had died.

The news didn't end there. She was also informed that she had been anointed his successor: King Peggy.

"He said, 'No, no, no, no, Nana, don't hang up,'" Bartels recalls. "'We chose so many names, male and everybody, and somebody suggested that we choose your name, also. And when we poured libation and did the rituals, as soon as we mentioned your name, it started vaporing and we were surprised. So we did it three times. So that's when we got to know that you are the king.'"

Nana Amuah-Afenyi VI is Bartels' new title, but she is better known as King Peggy. This straight-talking, 57-year-old is the first woman in her fishing community of 7,000 people in Ghana's Central Region to be anointed a king, or "nana."

 

She is now a king, so she has a lot to handle.

 

She now juggles two lives — from the palace in Otuam and from a modest condo outside Washington, D.C. Since the 1970s, Bartels, a naturalized U.S. citizen, has been a secretary at Ghana's Embassy in Washington where she still spends most of her time, running royal affairs back home in Otuam over the phone and on trips to Ghana.

"So, when they told me, I was a little bit reluctant to accept it, because it comes with responsibilities. And here is a secretary in the United States, I have my own obligations, bills and stuff and becoming a king, you have to be really rich," she says.

"And then, as if someone was talking to me, a voice said, 'Accept it, it is your destiny and you will be helped to help your people.'"

With help from her friends and scraping together her own savings, King Peggy says she is determined to help her people in Ghana to progress.

 

During the traditional funeral ceremonies for her late uncle, "King Peggy" is required to get up and dance.
Eric Don-Arthur for NPR

During the traditional funeral ceremonies for her late uncle, "King Peggy" is required to get up and dance. In her other life, American Peggielene Bartels is a secretary at the Ghanaian embassy in Washington, D.C.

 

On a sweltering day in Ghana, Peggy is overseeing her uncle's funeral. A slight breeze is blowing in from the Atlantic Ocean and the freshly painted blue and white royal residence gleams. In the sandy courtyard, drums are beating while a man in a trance performs a frenzied dance before a sea of red and black — mourners dressed for a royal burial.

The former king died in 2008, but his body was kept in a mortuary until King Peggy could save up enough money to give him a proper send-off. She's dressed like a king — albeit with a touch of lipstick — wrapped toga-style in regal red traditional fabric and seated upon a royal stool.

Dignitaries attending the funeral include another royal, Nana Boakye Asafo Adjei, the Sanahane, or ruler, of Asamankese Traditional Area in eastern Ghana.

He said he had nothing but respect for King Peggy.

"I've been really surprised by what she has done because I thought being a woman, she can't," he said. "But she has competed with the men, so I give her congratulations. She is now a king, so she has a lot to handle."

 

Those of us who didn't go to school, particularly the women, we'd like to learn.

 

Bartels says most people are willing to work with a woman as their traditional ruler.

"The women are so happy for me, they are really on my side," she says. "But it's only a few elderly men — because they are used to bossing females around. And I don't give them the chance. They are the people resisting me."

She adds that during meetings, if they feel she is coming on too strong, they say: "'Listen you're a woman, so you listen to us.' Then I also say, 'I'm in the States, I'm a woman and, in the rituals with the ancestors, you chose me in the name of God, so shut up and sit down.' And they will sit."

Back in the U.S., King Peggy is on the lecture circuit, talking about Ghana, its traditions and her fishing community. While she's in Otuam, she presides over fisherfolk and has confronted many hurdles, including, she says, tackling graft and dishonesty within the royal circle.

"At first when I started, it was a tough challenge because they were just collecting our family fishing fees and they were misusing the funds. But I came on so strong," she says. "So I had a tough time straightening that out."


villagers from the Otuam fishing community carry the casket of their late ruler Nana Amuah-Afenyi.
Eric Don-Arthur for NPR

Dressed in customary black and red funeral clothing, villagers from the Otuam fishing community carry the casket of their late ruler Nana Amuah-Afenyi V, who died two years ago. He is succeeded by his niece, King Peggy, a secretary at the Ghanaian embassy in Washington, who says she had to save up to give her uncle a fitting send-off.

 

King Peggy insisted future proceeds go directly into an account in a rural bank they opened in her village. She rejuvenated her royal council to include people she trusted, and has turned her attention to improving the lives of her community.

The next project is to build a high school for students who have finished ninth grade, she says.

A villager, carrying a large basin upon her head, gives King Peggy high marks for her rule. Aba Nyame Bekyere, 51, a former fishmonger, says she's pleased with what she hears Bartels is doing for Otuam, especially for women and children.

"Those of us who didn't go to school, particularly the women, we'd like to learn," she says through a translator. "And we need a high school here, so that our kids don't have to go so far away to study."

King Peggy is getting help from donors in the U.S., including the Shiloh Baptist Church in Landover, Md. Pastor Be Louis Colleton and his congregation heard about Bartels, met her and committed to helping her fishing community.

Colleton and more than a dozen other Americans accompanied her from Maryland to Ghana this fall and traveled to palm tree-lined Otuam, along the shores of what used to be part of West Africa's Atlantic slave coast.

"We have covenant with Nana, the king — we as a church — to help her to better her community of people to bring fresh water," he says. "Now we're moving toward the possibility of establishing a school."

via npr.org

 

HAITI: Sudden Death by Cholera a Mystery in Battered Haiti

Sudden Death by Cholera

a Mystery to Haitians

Emily Troutman

Emily Troutman Contributor

AOL News

PORT-AU-PRINCE, Haiti (Nov. 11) -- Claudette Brianvil's husband, Jean-Anel Pierre, says his wife loved to cook. And go to church. These are such ordinary details that it becomes easy to forget how extraordinary her death was. And not just because she was the mother of four young children.

Claudette died of cholera, a disease that had been so rare in Haiti that even as its numbers escalate, ordinary people here still don't understand it. Her neighbors in Cite Soleil all know she died of cholera. But there are a lot of theories on how and why she got the disease. Some say it's evil; others say it is a plot by the government. It's moving so fast, they say, it's as if the cholera wants people to die.

The government of Haiti has so far confirmed more than 600 cholera-related deaths across the country in the past few weeks, and one death -- Claudette's -- in Port-au-Prince. The numbers, released by Haiti's Ministry of Public Health, are at least three days old, and new numbers, to be released Friday, will likely double.

The extensive flooding from Hurricane Tomas gave the waterborne bacteria new speed and direction. Haitians already familiar with malaria, tuberculosis and HIV/AIDS simply can't understand an illness that can kill someone in two hours.


Verlande Geffrard, Claudette's cousin, holding Claudette's 11 month old son, Anelka Pierre. In the photo, Claudette and her husband Jean-Anel Pierre, during happier times. Claudette was 42 when she died on Tuesday.
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Verlande Geffrard, Claudette Brianvil's cousin, holds Claudette's 11-month-old son, Anelka Pierre. In the photo, Claudette and her husband, Jean-Anel Pierre, are shown during happier times. Claudette died Tuesday from cholera.

Claudette, who was strong and healthy, lasted maybe 12 hours.

At 9 p.m. Monday, Anel talked to his wife on the phone while he was at work. She was fine. Claudette, 42, sold belts in the street. At 4 a.m. Tuesday, their 15-year-old daughter, Lovely, called him to say her mother was desperately ill. With her cousin, Janine Michelle, Claudette managed to walk the short block to the hospital.

"We showed up to the hospital at 4 a.m. There were six [other patients] there with us. By 6 a.m., there were 60," Janine says.

By Tuesday afternoon, Claudette was dead. And today a woman in mourning, Janine, is enraged. And afraid.

"We never used to have this thing in Haiti. We do everything. We wash our hands," she says. "I don't think it's a virus. I've never met a rich person who caught it. We want the government to say something about it, because I don't think it came like they say. It's in the air."

Many Believe It's a Conspiracy

Janine suggests that cholera is a powder and that someone is distributing it to kill the poor people. Claudette's other cousin, Verlande Geffrard, says the same thing. Dor Rubens, 29, a neighbor, says the U.S. government is in a conspiracy with the Haitian government to make sure Haiti never improves. Cholera is just the latest trick, he says.


Neighbors and friends gathered on Wednesday, November 10, 2010 at the Pierre family home in Cite Soleil, Haiti to mourn their friend, mother, cousin and neighbor, Claudette Brianvil. One neighbor said Claudette 'always washed her hands.' They are puzzled about how she contracted the deadly cholera.
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Neighbors and friends gathered Wednesday at the Pierre family home in Cite Soleil, Haiti, to mourn Brianvil. One neighbor said Claudette "always washed her hands." They are puzzled about how she contracted deadly cholera.

They have heard the news, which was first reported by The Associated Press and has now trickled down to the streets, that the strain of cholera found here was accidentally imported, most likely by United Nations soldiers from Nepal, where the genetic strain of the disease is similar.

Locals, though, don't have all the details. By turns, they say the U.N. brought it, the government brought it, the charities brought it, the U.S. government brought it, Europe brought it. They wonder why a thing like this would happen so close to elections.

Where -- exactly -- the cholera came from is just the first question in a series of things they don't know. International organizations like Doctors Without Borders and the World Health Organization are ramping up their treatment efforts here, but education and outreach to families like Claudette's, which have experienced a death, don't exist yet.

Claudette was breastfeeding her 11-month-old son. Will he get it? When she got sick, she was in bed. What are we supposed to do with it? She did all the cooking. Will the other kids get sick? She used this bathroom. Is it in the neighborhood's toilet now? We want a funeral. Will they give us back her body?

Christian Lindmeier, who is with the World Health Organization, says cholera is not contagious like a flu or a virus. Shaking hands or coughing can't transmit it. Cholera is transmitted only through the oral ingestion of fecal matter or vomit. That means people have to drink, wash their dishes, brush their teeth or clean their vegetables with water that has the bacteria in it.

Claudette's baby boy won't get the illness from his mom. Lindmeier says breastfeeding infants are among the safest part of the population, because their food system is less open. Nonetheless, he says, the disease is on the move in Haiti. "It will spread further. This is just the beginning," he says.

As neighbors and family gather around Claudette's house, the problem of sanitation seems insurmountable. Her children and family lie on a blanket in front of the house, crying silently and greeting guests. Their half-sister is inside, washing laundry in the room where Claudette took ill. Around their neighborhood, raw sewage covers the ground. Clogged, rotting canals are filled with trash and unspeakable waste.

At a neighboring Cholera Treatment Center, I find Anel waiting outside. He has been here since 6 a.m. Wednesday. His wife died more than 12 hours ago, but still no one has confirmed it. He heard the news that she died from a construction worker, who works at the treatment center and whose wife was a friend of Claudette's. Security won't let him in the clinic.

Anel's brows are stitched together in pain. He is constantly on the verge of breaking down, though he's clearly not the type to break down. He whispers that hospital officials are "playing some sort of game" with him.

Claudette's cousin Janine rails and shouts about the conspiracy of the government to kill the people, but Anel looks through her. He is somewhere far away.

After speaking with AOL News, Doctors Without Borders said Claudette's body is ready to be released. There was a bureaucratic gap, and although it is doing its best, a representative said the organization is still way behind in staff and capacity. This Cholera Treatment Center did not exist three days ago. They built it within hours. And even though it's new, and temporary, it feels scary.

Anel enters a large metal gate, then passes through two areas where he's told to lift his shoes to be sprayed with water and wash his hands. He passes three security guards. He enters a small, tent camp where orderlies walk around in head-to-toe white jumpsuits and wear face masks. In the midst of this weird, post-apocalyptic scene, a foreigner tells him that yes, his wife is dead and the body is ready to be taken home.

Anel speaks with a doctor and learns that Claudette had complications from the cholera. Her "heart melted," Anel says.


Workers for Medecins Sans Frontieres move the body of Claudette Brianvil into a hearse in a November 10, 2010 photo. She died at an MSF hospital, set up specifically to treat and isolate victims with acute cholera symptoms. (Emily Troutman for AOL News)
Emily Troutman for AOL News
Workers for Doctors Without Borders move Brianvil's body into a hearse Wednesday. She died at a hospital set up to treat and isolate patients with acute cholera symptoms.

He stands in the shade and waits for a hearse to arrive. Claudette's body was treated with chlorine. She is zippered into a white plastic bag. All Anel wanted was to see her one last time, but now he understands that he won't.

As the body is moved into the hearse, Anel doesn't receive any document or medical record, no advice on how to avoid the bacteria at home. No advice, either, for how to go back out into the sunlight, back to the house at Cite Soleil, where his four children are waiting for him.

He walks out into the street. It's a world where you can call your wife at 9 p.m. and she's dead the next day. Wash your hands, they say.

 

INFO: George W. Bush Allowed Texas Man to Be Put to Death Because of Someone Else's DNA | AlterNet

George W. Bush Allowed Texas Man to Be Put to Death Because of Someone Else's DNA

As if we needed another reason to believe the death penalty is a complete disaster, it has just been revealed that a Texas man was executed a decade ago based on DNA that was not his.

The Texas Observer and the Innocence Project teamed up recently to have a DNA test performed on a hair sample from the case of Claude Jones, who was put to death in December 2000 for murdering an East Texas liquor store owner. The hair was the only piece of physical evidence in the case, and the prosecution argued at the time that it belonged to Jones.

It turns out that the prosecution was wrong. According to Innocence Project co-founder and co-director Barry C. Scheck:

 

 

The DNA results prove that testimony about the hair sample on which this entire case rests was just wrong. This is yet another disturbing example of a miscarriage of justice in Texas capital murder prosecutions. Unreliable forensic science and a completely inadequate post-conviction review process cost Claude Jones his life.

 

 

Furthermore:

 

 

George Bush, who was awaiting a decision from the Florida Supreme Court on whether the presidential election recount would continue, denied Jones’ request for a 30 day stay of execution to do DNA test on the hair sample.

 

 

Claude Jones' son Duane was interviewed this week by the Houston Chronicle:

 

 

I was 98 percent sure of what he was telling me, but now I believe him 100 percent. He was railroaded. He did not shoot that man. I think not only am I owed an apology, but so is everybody in the whole state of Texas.

 

 

Former President Bush, is there anything you'd like to say?

By Lauren Kelley | Sourced from AlterNet

Posted at November 13, 2010, 7:37 am

 

PUB: ALA | Awards, Grants and Scholarships

W.Y. Boyd Literary Award for Excellence in Military Fiction



About the W.Y. Boyd Literary Award for Excellence in Military Fiction

 

This award honors the best fiction set in a period when the United States was at war. It recognizes the service of American veterans and military personnel and encourages the writing and publishing of outstanding war-related fiction. Donated by William Young Boyd II.

Administered by:
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Award and Frequency

An annual award consisting of $5,000 and a 24k gold-framed citation of achievement.
This award is given out on a Annual basis.

Eligibility

  • Novel must have been published during the year prior to the award.
  • Incidents of war can consitute the main plot of the story or merely provide the setting.
  • Young adult and adult novels only.

Application Instructions

Submit 7 copies of the book  and 7 copies of the application (rtf) to

ALA Awards Program
Governance Office
50 East Huron Street
Chicago, IL 60611

Contact Information

Cheryl Malden (Staff Liaison)
Program Officer, Governance
American Library Association
50 E Huron St
Chicago, IL 60611-2788
(312) 280-3247
cmalden@ala.org

 

Selection Criteria

  • Excellence of writing
  • Attention to detail
  • Accuracy
  • Ability to hold the reader's interest
via ala.org

 

PUB: Contest | Sonora Review

Contest

Poetry Contest:

A prize of $1,000 and publication in Sonora Review is given annually for a poem. Claudia Rankine will judge. Submit up to three poems totaling no more than 10 pages with a $15 entry fee, either by post or online through our website. Each submission includes a copy of the Winter issue and must be submitted online or postmarked by midnight December 1.

Last year’s recipient of the award, judged by Caroline Bergvall, was Peter Jay Shippy for his poem “White for diluting dreams”.

Submit online.

Submit by post:

Sonora Review, Poetry Contest,
Department of English, University of Arizona
Tucson, AZ 85721.

 

PUB: Classicism within Black Consciousness

Classicism within the Black Consciousness

Annual Meeting of the American Philological Association, Philadelphia, PA

 January 5 to 8, 2012

 

Call for Papers "Classicism within the Black Consciousness" for presentation at the 143rd Annual Meeting of the American Philological Association, Philadelphia, PA, January 5 to 8, 2012.
 
Much important work has been done on the recovery of long-forgotten black scholars of the classics in the United States between the end of the Civil War and the mid-twentieth century. These studies have established and even burnished the by now familiar paradigm of the African American mastering the classics to prove that he or she is a human being in the traditional sense of what a "human being" should be.
 
We are now entering the second phase of black classicism, one which describes appropriations and in some cases radical transformations of classical sources by poets, novelists, and visual artists as well as a reappraisal of what constitutes the classics themselves. Scholars are also exploring the use of the classics as tools of resistance by African American professors and their students when faced with the phasing out of classics courses at black colleges and universities: this was not only due to budgetary constraints but also to hostility on the part of both blacks and whites to the liberal arts, and a favoring of industrial education as more appropriate to the segregated lives African-Americans were forced to lead in the United States of the 19th and early 20th centuries.

In her excellent review essay in Classical Receptions Journal 1.1. (2009) [See below], Emily Greenwood provides a possible template for an exploration of where black classicism may be moving, that is, toward a classicism within the black consciousness, but a classicism, ultimately, that breaks down any distinction between "white" and "black".

She adduces the work of Romare Bearden, Rita Dove, Toni Morrison and others to describe the richness of the classical experience in the 21st century. It is a movement, she states, even beyond multiculturalism; it is a universalization of the classical experience We may, however, at the same time treat such "universalism" with skepticism, arguing that classics still remains too much an "old white boy" discipline. This, too, is a topic that invites further discussion.

Emily Greenwood    


Our panel seeks papers that speak to all areas of research into the current state and future prospects of black classicism, papers that do not merely catalogue the achievements of prominent black scholars, but also represent the wide spectrum of work being done today both within and inside academe to appropriate, incorporate and transform our understanding of the Greek and Latin classics. In speaking about this transformation, we must keep in mind both the "products" of black classicism and how classics have themselves transformed the black experience.
 
The proposed panel will be comprised of participants selected though anonymous refereeing as well as invited speakers and respondents. Those interested in participating should please submit, as an email attachment, by no later than December 15, 2010, an abstract of no more than one page in length to Judith P. Hallett, University of Maryland at College Park jeph@umd.edu" style="color: blue; text-decoration: underline;"> jeph@umd.edu. Please do not indicate your name on the abstract itself.
 
 
Michele Valerie Ronnick, Professor
Wayne State University
Department of Classical and Modern Languages, Literatures, and Cultures
487 Manoogian Hall / 906 West Warren Avenue / Detroit, Michigan 48202
http://www.langlab.wayne.edu/mvr

 

REVIEW: Book—No Easy Victories: African Liberation and American Activists over a Half Century » pa

Book Review: No Easy Victories: African Liberation and American Activists over a Half Century

No Easy Victory

No Easy Victories: African Liberation and American Activists over a Half Century, 1950-2000

Edited by William Minter, Gail Hovey, and Charles Cobb Jr.

Trenton: Africa World Press, 2008.


Solidarity Forever?

No Easy Victories is a remarkable and often insightful collection of essays and reflections, many of which have been penned by those who played leading roles in the dramatic story of how a conservative hegemon--the United States--was compelled to retreat somewhat in its support for colonialism and apartheid during the second half of the twentieth century. The numerous photographs alone make this book well worth the price and underscores how this book, inter alia, is a valuable document.

It is because of this book that I came to discover that a man I have known as a friend--Robert Van Lierop, the attorney and filmmaker who produced the wonderful documentary, A Luta Continua (1971)--had a grandfather who had participated in the so-called Boer War over one century ago in South Africa, while his father, who was a merchant seaman, visited there. The Van Lierops, who are of Surinamese descent, are worthy of a book all their own, yet for the time being his contribution to this worthy volume must suffice.

In her finely crafted essay in the book, Lisa Brock reminds us of the legacy bequeathed to us by the Council on African Affairs, which, beginning in the 1930s until its unfortunate and untimely demise in the 1950s hounded out of existence by the bloodhounds of the Red Scare, held high the banner of anticolonialism in Africa. Their leader, Paul Robeson, once shared a London flat with Kenya's Jomo Kenyatta, while their intellectual inspiration, W. E. B. Du Bois, was invited to settle in Ghana by his pupil, Kwame Nkrumah.

It is because of this book that I was made to recall the enormous contributions that figures like Harry Belafonte and Peter and Cora Weiss have made to the cause of progressive humanity for decades. Belafonte, who is still active at a time when lesser mortals have chosen comfortable retirement, helped to make Martin Luther King Jr. the icon he is today and, likewise, contributed heavily to the success of Hugh Masekela and Miriam Makeba. The Weisses helped to bring attention to nations like Mozambique and Guinea-Bissau--and not least their leaders Eduoardo Mondlane and Amilcar Cabral--at a time when, sadly, many of their compatriots could find neither on a map. Peter Weiss, in addition to being a major philanthropist for African causes, also has been a pioneering lawyer, creatively applying international human rights standards in notoriously parochial U.S. courts. Cora Weiss, in addition to her humanitarian efforts, has been a stalwart of the movement against nuclear weapons.

It is because of this book that I was reacquainted with old friends like Gay McDougall, who still bestrides the planet like a Colossus and who was standing alongside Nelson Mandela when he cast his first vote. This book also reminds us of the gargantuan contributions of Randall Robinson, who built TransAfrica into a major force in Washington, D.C., and continues to write best-selling books that force us to engage with issues that some would prefer to forget, such as reparations for the ravages of slavery and colonialism.

This book also reminded me of figures I had forgotten--sadly enough--such as the late Congressman Charles Diggs, who was a legislative lion in opposition to apartheid, and Goler Butcher, who before her tragic death, was one of the most skilled international lawyers in the United States. And, this book also made me recollect the pivotal role played by Julius Nyerere, who at immense cost to his nation and his own security, opened wide the doors of Tanzania not only to opponents of colonialism in Africa but also to opponents of white supremacy in the United States, a group that included a host of Black Panthers who continue to reside in southeast Africa. The priceless memories of the African American activist Sylvia Hill, recalling in this book the Pan-African Congress that took place in Dar es Salaam in 1974, will provide an important building block for the fortunate historian who chooses to write about this important ideological turning point in the history of Pan-Africanism.

This book compels us to recall connections that still need to be contemplated, for example, that between Namibians and the Lutheran Church, and the critical role played by the union of stevedores, headquartered in San Francisco, whose reluctance to move cargo headed for the land of apartheid was a turning point in U.S. labor's engagement with Africa. This book also has considerable information on the all-important 'divestment' movement that swept U.S. campuses from the 1960s through the 1990s. This decentralized movement involved students protesting the fact that colleges routinely included in their endowments investments in corporations that had holdings in apartheid South Africa. Forcing them to 'divest' was a mighty blow on behalf of liberation and was also a model of how to galvanize a national movement in a vast and conservative nation that stretches three thousand miles from the Atlantic to the Pacific--then two thousand miles more to encompass Hawaii and hundreds of miles more to ensnare Alaska.

Still, as U.S. imperialism continues to play an outsized role in Africa, magnetically pushing states away from public sector remedies to deep-seated problems for fear of angering Washington which has converted privatization and the mythical 'market' into a latter-day god, it remains important to provide a critical examination, even of those who so heroically have opposed Washington's policies. Thus, members of this list should be alert to the fact that the title notwithstanding, this book focuses heavily and disproportionately on the anti-apartheid struggle in South Africa. Zimbabwe receives short shrift, for example. This may be part of an inadvertent process of creating a historic narrative of this topic and this period with Mandela on one side of the Atlantic, coupled majestically with George Houser--a Euro-American founder and leader of the American Committee on Africa (ACOA)--on the other side. A problem with this story is that it does not frontally engage the sharp ideological and political combat that determined the final outcome.

During the time of the liberation struggle in Zimbabwe, for example, the party of Robert Mugabe, now the Zimbabwe African National Union-Patriotic Front (ZANU-PF), received substantial support not only from a critical mass of U.S.-based Black Nationalists, but also from many of the Euro-American left who were heartened by its closeness to China; concomitantly, many of these same forces were not particularly fond of Joshua Nkomo's the Zimbabwe African People's Union (ZAPU), because of the perception that it was overly close to the former Soviet Union. I recall vividly a planning meeting in early 1980 to plan a fundraising concert for Zimbabwe just before the first democratic elections. There was sharp contestation with a considerable number of people demanding that all the proceeds go to ZANU (the eventual decision was a 50-50 split between this party and ZAPU). Inevitably, the perception that ZANU was close to China and represented 'true' Black Nationalism proved decisive in the minds of some. Similarly, before these elections, 'activists' of a different sort--Euro-American mercenaries--flocked to the then Rhodesia in the hundreds (perhaps the thousands) to combat African liberation. As private sector mercenary firms, such as 'Blackwater,' capture headlines because of their depredations in Iraq, it would have been informative if this volume had noted their historical predecessors.

As we now know, Mugabe and Co. emerged triumphant in these 1980 elections, as did China in its struggle with the Soviet Union, which has disappeared. Zimbabwe's present political stance has attracted numerous foes in the North Atlantic with Mugabe's presence almost wrecking a summit between the African Union and the European Union (EU) in Lisbon in December 2007. One of the reasons that the EU chose not to pull out of this gathering despite Mugabe's presence is because of the fear that this boycott would only serve to deepen Beijing's already ramified ties with the beleaguered continent of Africa. I think that one of the many reasons that South Africa has not heeded the cries of many calling for a crackdown on the Mugabe regime is because of a justifiable apprehension of crossing swords with the leading regional ally, Zimbabwe, of the planet's rising power: China. Clearly, China and one of its closest African allies, Mugabe's Zimbabwe, will be major factors, respectively, globally and in Southern Africa, for some time to come, and it would have been useful to have received in this book needed historical background and context on these pressing matters.

The same holds true for Angola. The authors do make reference to the mid-1970s crisis in the run-up to independence from Portugal when some in the United States opposed the ultimately triumphant faction, the MPLA, which continues to lead the government in Luanda. Again, some U.S.-based Black Nationalists and others influenced by Beijing opposed the MPLA (Movimento Popular de Libertacao de Angola) because of its perceived closeness to Moscow. This contretemps helped to split the then vibrant African Liberation Support Committee, which had mobilized thousands, particularly in New York City and Washington, D.C.

Yet, the most lengthy and comprehensive essay in this estimable collection chastises the 'Angolan government' since it 'made little or no effort to reach out to U.S. civil society or even to Africa activists' (p. 47). Likewise, it is asserted that 'the Angolan government never established a working relationship with its potential supporters in the United States' (p. 35). First of all, Luanda may have had justifiable suspicion of 'U.S. civil society,' since a considerable portion of this amorphous entity backed Angola's mortal domestic opponents on grounds that, in retrospect, seem either shady or specious. A little digging would have revealed that Holden Roberto, one of the key leaders of these vigorous anticommunist forces in Angola and responsible for the slayings of countless MPLA cadre, had enjoyed a long history with 'U.S. civil society,' including some who are otherwise treated heroically in these pages.

Moreover, I should mention that a casual browser in the collections of the New York Public Library will find a pamphlet I edited in solidarity with the MPLA during these tumultuous times--entitled 'The Facts on Angola'--which was intended to bolster this party in its struggle against U.S. imperialism, apartheid, Roberto (and Jonas Savimbi), and, of course, Maoist China. I had no problem gaining access to the MPLA representative at the United Nations at that juncture, Elisio de Figueiredo, who emerged as his nation's first ambassador to the United States.

Of course, I did this political work in conjunction with the awkwardly named National Anti-Imperialist Movement in Solidarity with African Liberation, which was similarly perceived as being overly close to the Communist Party in the United States. This organization, which maintained a special relationship to those viewed as allied to Moscow--which, as it turns out, were most of the leading forces in Southern Africa--goes unmentioned in these pages. Similarly, I recall a well-attended meeting in Harlem in the 1980s to hear an address by South African Communist Party leader, Moses Mabhida. Likewise, I recall hosting South African Communist leader Chris Hani during a visit to Los Angeles in the early 1990s. (In retrospect, it seems that the event in which I hosted Hani was spied on illicitly by a so-called 'rogue' San Francisco police officer working in tandem with right-wing forces; this was the subject of major litigation that I trust South African investigators will note if ever Hani's assassination is accorded a proper investigation.) There is no mention of the epochal 1981 solidarity conference at Manhattan's Riverside Church, perhaps because U.S. Communists were perceived as playing a leading role, though, in fact, there was a broad constellation of forces at work led by the exceedingly competent Trinidadian-American lawyer, Lennox Hinds, who went on to play a leading role in Mandela's post-1990 rhapsodically received visit to the United States.

Neither Mabhida nor Hani are mentioned in these pages (nor is Hinds), which is fair enough--the book states clearly that it is not meant to be comprehensive--but it fudges the issue by sniping at previous histories for not being comprehensive. The editors assert early on, 'when we began working on this project, we were motivated in large part by our dissatisfaction with existing accounts of the period' (p. x). However, for those seeking to understand contemporary reality--which is part of the purpose of reading history like this in the first place--one can close this book unprepared to comprehend how, for example, Communist-influenced forces played a pivotal role in December 2007 in dislodging a sitting president, Thabo Mbeki, as leader of the African National Congress. Or, for that matter, one is unprepared to comprehend how Mbeki and his challenger, Jacob Zuma, are both former Communists trained in the former Soviet Union with the latter's Russian reportedly being quite fluent. Charlene Mitchell, an African American Communist, is highlighted, but African solidarity was not her primary portfolio (though it would have been useful if, in the pages devoted to her, she had been asked about a journey she made to Congo-Brazzaville during the height of the Cold War when this nation was going through a Marxist phase of leadership; indeed, attention to so-called Francophone Africa is scant in these pages). The contemporary Russian scholar, Vladimir Shubin, has written at length about Moscow's considerable support for African liberation (for instance in his ANC: a view from Moscow (Bellville, South Africa: Mayibuye, 1999), and, again, as Moscow revives once more under the leadership of Vladmir Putin and seems destined to continue playing a major role in global affairs, it would have been helpful to readers to provide the relevant historical background for Soviet initiatives in Africa.

Yet, the activist who receives the fullest treatment in these pages, George Houser, acknowledges his anticommunism, and to the credit of this volume, it is pointed out that his organization--the ACOA--was propelled into existence not least as an outgrowth of the fierce governmental assault on the Council on African Affairs, led by the prodigious leftists, Paul Robeson and W. B. E. Du Bois. Unfortunately, the reader does not receive much assistance in comprehending how it was that socialist-oriented organizations in Africa came to receive considerable support in the citadel of anticommunism, the United States. Part of the answer rests in the fact that African Americans--who were not as captivated by conservatism--were the bulwark of the movement in solidarity with Africa.

Again, unfortunately, this volume underestimates the support that the anticolonial resistance in Kenya received during the most frigid period of the Cold War, the 1950s. We are told that with rare exception there 'was virtually no analysis or criticism of the war' in East Africa (p. 19). This is simply not true. The Kenyan labor leader, Tom Mboya, first visited the United States in 1956 at a time when the Suez crisis marked the beginning of the end of British colonial rule, as Moscow was threatening to rain rockets down on London. Subsequently, Mboya appeared on U.S. national television--perhaps the first African to do so--and was on the cover of the major newsweeklies, rubbed shoulders with both John F. Kennedy (from whom he was able to obtain considerable sums for an airlift of students to matriculate at U.S. universities, one of whom was his Luo comrade, Barack Obama Sr.) and Richard M. Nixon, and received maximum financial support from the U.S. labor movement. Mboya also spoke eloquently and at length about Africans' outrage at the maltreatment of African Americans--a factor that separates him conspicuously from the bulk of his Southern African counterparts who, too often, were notoriously silent on this bedrock issue. This synergistic relationship between Africans and African Americans redounded to the benefit of both, a fact that too should have received more attention in these pages.

It is evident that another factor which spurred the existence of the ACOA was the apocalyptic reaction to 'Mau Mau' in the North Atlantic community. There was a real fear that it might signify a final reckoning when the myriads of sins committed over the centuries by white supremacy and colonialism, including the slave trade and land expropriation, were finally meeting the retribution they so richly deserved. As things turned out, thousands of Africans were slain--and a few dozen Europeans (as they were termed accurately then)--but that reality should not be allowed to obscure the real hysteria that put colonialism and white supremacy decisively on the back foot.

One cannot separate the popularity of the Swahili language in black America--including the manufactured holiday that is Kwanzaa--from the resonance struck by Kenya beginning in the 1950s. Likewise, the confluence of the Suez crisis with 'Mau Mau' led to more attention to the chief victim of the joint British-French-Israeli aggression: Egypt. This, in turn, gave a boost to the Nation of Islam in the United States, an indigenous nationalist-oriented religious formation that was born decades earlier but only began to gain traction when the organized left (Robeson, Du Bois, and others) were in retreat. Similarly, the U.S.-born philosophy known as 'Afro-centrism' could easily be termed 'Egypt-centrism,' which is a direct manifestation of this growing fascination with Cairo. 'Mau Mau' was studied extensively by Medgar Evers, a leading African American martyr of the movement for whom a college in New York City is named; he named one of his children after Kenyatta, Kenya's leader, and along with his brother, contemplated the founding of a 'Mau Mau' in Mississippi, the heart of darkness where he was born. Malcolm X, who was catapulted to prominence as a result of his association with the Nation of Islam, had called for a 'Mau Mau' in Harlem.

How African militancy inspired the same militancy in Black America is largely an untold story in these pages. In part, it stems from the orientation, which emphasizes the ACOA, students, and religious elements, and does not give sufficient attention to, for example, Black Nationalists and Marxists of various stripes. Thus, when Patrice Lumumba was slain, a group of African Americans invaded the inner sanctum of the United Nations in protest. The gripping film, The Battle of Algiers (1965), is still a staple in Black America and inspired the Black Panther Party, which established an outpost in Algeria and continues to have members exiled in Tanzania.

It would have been worthwhile, as well, if this book had pointed out one of the major problems with the solidarity organizations based in Washington, D.C. (as opposed to New York City): their often problematic relationship to the political establishment. At times, activists joked that instead of these organizations lobbying on our behalf in Washington, D.C., they lobbied us on behalf of Washington, D.C.--that is, as if to say, 'Congress will not simply accept your demands, please accept half a loaf.' Most of the time, they would be ignored and would be sent back to Congress with renewed instructions, but at times, this 'reverse lobbying' prevailed.

Another weakness of this trans-Atlantic movement was that when movements came to power, instead of tending to and nurturing solidarity movements that boosted them, they instead abandoned them, discarding them as if they were soiled paper napkins, thereby weakening these newly founded governments' attempt to influence Washington. This was a strategic blunder of monumental proportion to the extent that it merits an intensive study grounded in multiple archives.

Nevertheless, the words with which I opened this review should be emphasized--this is a highly valuable volume--and any reservations expressed here are far outweighed by this fact. It belongs in every library in Africa--and, most of all, in South Africa. Still, in its very strength it exposes an entire realm of research that has yet to be completed.