Grow Up and Honor Those Who Couldn’t

The Faithful Colt by William Michael Harnett, 1890In the wake of the Sandy Hook Elementary shootings, I, like so many Americans, have been following as many conversations as I could about violence and gun control, the trauma of a community and the tragedy of young lives lost. Calls to reinstate the ban on assault weapons seem imminently rational. At a deeper level, so do calls to face up to our violent past and present.

Today, the U.S. buys and sells more weaponry globally than the rest of the world combined, and the NRA is as involved in stopping any reasonable gun control world-wide as it is in any reasonable control at home. Our past, too, is more deeply saturated with the mythology of guns than any other culture I can think of—so much so that at first even I instinctually responded very favorably, as did millions of Americans, to the NRA’s calls to arm every school. Actual thinking came second, or third, or fourth down the line.

As Chicago Tribune critic Christopher Knight reported the day after Christmas, the Wadsworth Atheneum Museum of Arts, the nation’s first public art museum, and Colt Manufacturing Co., America’s most famous handgun maker—it produced the first multi-shot pistol—were both founded in Hartford, Connecticut. Ironically, that’s just 50 miles from Newtown. Several exhibits, and two remarkable paintings—Harnett’s “The Faithful Colt” (see the picture above) and Brownell’s “The Charter Oak,”—tell a tale, says Knight, “…of how guns have been woven deep into the national ethos…one that unites liberty with guns.”

That brings me to one of the things that has kept resonating with me as I follow the conversations and read about such profound links, as between the Wadsworth museum and Colt Manufacturing. Both were founded in Hartford in the 1840’s, just 170 years ago. That may seem like a long time, but it isn’t if measured against the life of several of the earth’s great civilizations. Some years ago at a literary conference where issues of America’s love of guns somehow came up, someone from one of those civilizations said to me, “You have to remember, Richard, how very young the U.S. is. One day it will grow up.”

In 2000 at Dover Castle in England I took a picture of a plaque which read, “This wall built c. 1181.” I thought then how much different that was from the time I was walking in San Francisco in 1972 and saw a sign on a building under construction reading: “A San Francisco landmark since 1976.” And 1181 is even young compared to other walls I’ve seen in England, or India, or other places.

We need more time to grow up. I think that’s true. But Sandy Hook makes the prospect of one, or two, or three more centuries of this kind of violence feel absolutely intolerable. So I think instead that it’s also true that in life things come along to make you grow up fast. If the killings at Sandy Hook and the NRA’s response aren’t some of those things, I don’t know what is. So many children didn’t get to grow up. One of the best tributes our culture could pay them is to grow up more itself, and do that more quickly.

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Black Writers List

Cover for Black Writing from ChicagoThis list of Black Writers written about on this site provides much faster access to the posts than clicking on Black Writers in the Categories column to the right.  It also gives a much better overview of available material.  It lists writers in alpha order.

Clicking the Categories column to the right gives you the opening of each post and a “Continue reading” link.  It shows them three at a time in newest-to-oldest order.

I included most of these writers in my books Black Writing from Chicago and, with David Starkey, Smokestacks and Skyscrapers.  The links below take you to introductions based on those included in these books.  Most are much expanded, some up to 5 or 10 times the size of the originals.  Also, go to “Black Writers Picture Themselves,” a 2-part series featuring self-portraits done by 10 of the writers below.

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Read the Foreword, the Introduction, and the Afterword to Black Writing from Chicago.  The Afterword adds many important names to the ones listed above.

 Go to a list of Chicago Writers, most from Smokestacks and Skyscrapers.

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Fenton Johnson: Request Denied

Fenton JohnsonThe only child of a prosperous Chicago family, Fenton Johnson (1888-1958) spent most of his time pursuing the arts, and later in editing and journalism.  But between 1914 and 1916 he produced three volumes of poetry A Little Dreaming, Visions of the Dusk, and Songs of the Soil, which, together with the posthumous 42 WPA Poems, provide an extraordinary look at the evolution of black American poetry. As such, he deserves to be considered not only one of the most important black American poets, but also one of the earliest stars—along with Harriet Monroe, Hamlin Garland, and Benjamin Franklin Taylor—of Chicago literature.

Fenton Johnson wrote—as many black poets were expected to do—dialect poems like “Questions” (Part Three):

“Whaih’s de sunlight, Mammy Lou?”
“Why Ah thought you allus knew
Dat yo’ hea’t’s de wahm sunlight
An’ you’ love’s de moon o’ night.”

As many black poets were also supposed to do, he wrote formal, antique verse like “A Fragment”:

One sunset when the skies were deepest red,
As if they blushed for all the human sins,
I saw her gather daffodils, and sighed,
For she was sweeter far than those poor flowers…

But though he started tackling more substantial subjects under the inevitable influence of Paul Laurence Dunbar, he then proceeded to “succumb,” as Arna Bontemps put it, “to a more rugged influence.”  Dropping all dialect poems and formal poetry in general, he turned to free verse (perhaps under the influence of Whitman—only decidedly without Whitman’s optimism) and began expressing a profound fatalism and despair that stunned America, which had wanted—as it still does—to think of blacks as “happy.”  In his poem “The Daily Grind,” for example, Johnson conceives of man as caught between Nature and the System.  The first may intend “something fine,” but the human construct—the System—blighted by racism—intends grinding slavery.  All man can do is watch the eternal struggle of the two.  “If Nature forgets you, / If the System forgets you,” / “God has blest you,” Johnson concludes.

In introductory comments on Johnson in his ground-breaking anthology The Book of American Negro Poetry, James Weldon Johnson says that Fenton Johnson’s startling effect on American poetry, “…was in some degree due to the fact that…[his poetry expressed] an idea so foreign to any philosophy of life the Negro in America had ever preached or practiced.  Fenton Johnson is the only Negro poet who has ever sounded this precise note.”  His most famous poems in this manner are “Tired” (one of four Johnson  poems I included in my Black Writing from Chicago), “The Banjo Player,” and “The Scarlet Woman”—all included in James Weldon Johnson’s enormously influential collection. “The Scarlet Woman” ends with the famous line, “Gin is better than all the water in Lethe.” And “Tired” begins, “I am tired of work; I am tired of building up somebody else’s civilization.” It addresses M’Lissy Jane, saying, “Throw the children into the river; civilization has given us too many. It is better to die than it is to grow up and find out that you are colored.”

But even earlier, in poems like “Prelude,” the first poem in Visions of the Dusk, Fenton Johnson already showed a restlessness with traditional verse and issues a veiled critique of what’s expected of black poets.

And yet some say to me, “O Man of Dusk,
Give us they songs in broken Afric tongue,—
The music of the peasant in the South—
The native strain alone is poetry.
Be thou as Burns or Dunbar was,
Be thou as Lowell in his adobe home;
The humble peasant is the truest bard.”

It was a request from the world of white poetry that Fenton Johnson was finally to deny in spectacular fashion.

 

 I included “Tired,” “Prelude,” “Questions,” and “A Fragment” in my book Black Writing from Chicago: In the World, Not Of It?

♦ Go to a list of Black Writers and Chicago Writers on this site, and the Teaching Diversity main page.

 This article is the basis of remarks I made at Chicago’s Poetry Foundation upon Fenton Johnson’s induction into the Chicago Literary Hall of Fame, September 2017.  Read those remarks HERE, and learn more about the Chicago Literary Hall of Fame.

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