Words of Protest, Words of Freedom: Can't Find What You Can't (Won't) Read? Live Among the Dead!

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This week offered Mr. Bib a walk down Memory Lane, if perhaps other people's memories, and the opportunity to recall Claire Spark's observation that a long memory is indeed the most radical idea in American history. Or maybe even a short one. Encouraged by a comment from a reader suggesting that the thinkers I celebrated last Sunday (Paolo Freire, Richard Hofstadter, Susan Jacoby) were "hackneyed as of the 90s," I can imagine then what he or she perhaps thinks of books by Howard Zinn. Here's a classic photograph of Howard being especially hackneyed in protest of the US war against the people of Southeast Asia. Still a pretty dangerous image, even today, forty years later, of a professor at an elite university being arrested. Oh well, one person's hackneyed is another's enduring, profound, searing, brave, provocative, heartfelt or urgent, you choose.



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Sometimes it makes you wonder what people think is important or even real. Or, if you are me, you wonder about it pretty much all the time. It's a curse. Or a blessing. Or an opportunity. The first presidential debate, for instance. It made me think of American History, the subject and, the poem of that name, below. There, on my screen were a rich white son of privilege, a baron of the damned financial class, advocating states' rights and, yes, an African-American former poor people's activist and law professor from limited means arguing for federal responsibility and authority. You sometimes can't make this stuff up. And as it happened, I'd just read two books about why this past isn't dead, and, as Faulkner offered, why it isn't even past. One is a biography of the late activist, teacher and people's historian Howard Zinn by Martin Duberman and the other a beautiful anthology of Civil Rights Era-poetry edited by poet Jeffrey Lamar Coleman, who teaches at St. Mary's College of Maryland. 

First, that poem, written in 1970 by Michael S. Harper.  Here it is in, in full.

American History

Those four black girls blown up
in that Alabama church
remind me of five hundred 
middle passage blacks,
in a net, under water
in Charleston harbor
so redcoats wouldn't find them.
Can't find what you can't see
can you?

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This poem was new to me, and my embarrassment at not already knowing it quickly transformed into looking for more. I love the casual-seeming "remind me" and then the totally sardonic and harsh question at the end. The "four black girls blown up" are of course the victims of the Sixteenth Street Baptist Church Bombing in Birmingham on September 15, 1963. (Spike Lee made a great, great film about this by the way, called 4 Little Girls.)  And there are plenty of other terrific poems in chapter five of Coleman's anthology from Duke University Press on this particular episode, including by Langston Hughes, who'd been writing against lynching and racism for a lifetime alreadyand Audre  Lorde.  The collection is organized thematically around fourteen critical moments or events, starting with the murder of Emmet Till, and covers two decades.  Words of Protest, Words of Freedom: Poetry of the American Civil Rights Movement and Era offers not only an echo of these familiar episodes and their meaning, but a shout to the consciousness, especially if you, like me, didn't know all you thought you knew about the struggles, deaths, victories and defeats which some are so eager to dismiss, forget, diminish when they are not (states' rights!) trampling over the bodies. The contributors include the predictable and famous, from Auden and Ferlinghetti and Hughes to Gwendolyn Brooks and June Jordan, but also Galway Kinnell and Denise Levertov, writers perhaps not immediately associated with this struggle. Best of all, it features work by lesser-known poets or just plain 
regular people who summoned the energy and strength to respond in art to what was happening:  the sniper shooting of Medgar Evers, the assassinations of Kennedy, Kennedy and King, the search for Schwerner, Chaney and Goodman, and more - the awful more of a righteous struggle where a small minority of American citizens attacked the brutal status quo which the majority was fine with, resigned to, or supported, I suppose.

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Hearing these voices as I read the collection reminded me of the last big project of the late author of A People's History of the United States  - still probably the biggest selling history text in, well, history - a cool theatrical performance and book/CD called "Voices of a People's History" wherein Howard's friends and admirers - actors, musicians, elected officials, activists and others - read those voices in yet another revisionist retelling of the story which it is still a struggle to make heard.

Duberman, author of more than a dozen books including the go-to biography of Paul Robeson and his own groundbreaking memoir Cures: A Gay Man's Odyssey, knew Zinn, was arrested with him, was an academic peer and is himself a variety of people's historian and history maker. He has avoided writing a hagiography here, honestly assessing Zinn the writer, scholar, teacher and activist. Zinn takes some lumps, perhaps justified, for oversimplification and some sloppiness, but of course he was doing something pretty much nobody had succeeded in doing before.  I thought about Orwell's line about Gandhi: "Saints should always be judged guilty until they are proved innocent, but the tests that have to be applied to them are not, of course, the same in all cases." Harsh, but helpful.  Still, this is the slightly sickening part of learning more than you or anybody needs to know about anybody else, saint or sinner, but also helps us appreciate what it takes to conduct the business of biography.  What do we need, want, to know?  Maybe the biographer doesn't even know. Instructive here is that those "tests" applied to Howard Zinn need, I would argue, to be indeed written just for him. 

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Mitchell_Young
Mitchell_Young

Oh, and Obama was hardly from 'limited means'. His white grandmother was an extremely successful, even pioneering, woman banker in Hawaii. She made enough to send the young love child to the second most exclusive private high school in the state (the first was, at the time, reserved only for people of native Hawaiian blood). Obama's half-assed stint as a 'community organizer' and 'law professor' (eight years, not one article published) was funded by patronage from the radical chic set up wealth WASPs and Jews in Chicago. 

 

Romney, OTOH, had a real job, reorganizing companies to better meet market realities, in the process helping both investors and workers. 

Mitchell_Young
Mitchell_Young

Yup. More living in the past. Emmet Till, little girls blown up --- 50 years ago. Heard it all, and heard it, and heard it, and heard it, before. 

 

Let's hear about some more current cases. Let's hear about Lili Burk, kidnapped and murdered by a 10 time loser black felon. Her strange acquiescence in her fate, touring ATMS on a bright afternoon in Los Angeles, no doubt the result of inculcation of Zinn type history. Wouldn't want to stereotype, wouldn't want to think the black criminal that threatened her would actually do her physical harm. After all, the disproportionate tendency to engage in violence is only a myth perpetrated by ignorant rednecks, right? [Trick question, it isn't, as the national crime victimization study shows, year after year]

 

Every year there are hundreds of Lili Burks. Look up Jan Pawel Pietrzak, Eve Carson, Kelli O'Laughlin. But they don't fit The Narrative. 

 

 

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