D.L. Crockett-Smith: Cowboy Amok

Smith-DLCDavid Lionel Smith, who writes poetry as D.L. Crockett-Smith, is John W. Chandler Professor of English at Williams College, where he has also served as Dean of Faculty and as Chair of African-American Studies.  He has also taught at The University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Duke, and New College of Florida and served as a consultant to such organizations as the Smithsonian Institution, the Folger Shakespeare Library, the Southern Humanities Media Fund, the Massachusetts Foundation for the Humanities, and The Mark Twain House in Hartford.  He has published many essays on such subjects as Mark Twain, Southern Literature, Nature Writing, and the Black Arts Movement and translates the works of Spanish and Latin American poets, specializing in Federico Garcia-Lorca and Pablo Neruda.  In 2008-2009 he translated five volumes of poems by García-Lorca.  Among his other books are the five-volume Encyclopedia of African-American Culture and History he edited with Jack Salzman and Cornel West, and his poetry collections Civil Rites and Cowboy Amok, the latter built on his uses of imagery from the mythic American West, which also stands for the entire Western World.

In my book Black Writing from Chicago, I included a precursor to Cowboy Amok, his poem “Cowboy Eating His Children.”  Here he begins with a reference to Goya’s “Saturn Devouring His Son,” a painting of a “mad god with blood / on his lips and raw flesh /
stuck beneath his fingernails.”  This Saturn symbolizes the fanatic West chanting lines eerily similar to what we hear today: “this bomb is a PEACE bomb,” “these dead children were TERRORISTS.” He sings a war song pitting “East against West, North against South,” but as he croons “we see the pieces of your children / dangling from your mouth.”  This poem first appeared in Open Places and again in NOMMO: A Literary Legacy of Black Chicago (1967-1987), the wonderful 20th anniversary anthology of the Organization of Black American Culture (OBAC).  Smith was active in Chicago’s OBAC Workshops from 1976 to 1980, the year he received his Ph.D. in English from the University of Chicago.

Smith-DLC-CivilRitesHis thoughts on the nature of race are particularly compelling, especially in his essay “What Is Black Culture?” from Wahneema Lubiano’s important 1997 book The House That Race Built, featuring essays by Smith and others, including Toni Morrison, Cornell West, and Angela Y. Davis.  Smith’s goal is “to theorize how we might endeavor within a culture bound by race to subvert the subordinating strictures race was designed to perpetuate,” and he begins by probing America’s connection of black culture with anger and violence, a connection in which the Black Arts Movement itself was ironically complicit.  He quotes a line, for example, from Amiri Baraka’s play The Dutchman and the Slave, where a leading character says, “…if Bessie Smith could have killed some white person, she wouldn’t have needed that music.  She could have talked very straight and plain about the world.”  Smith dismantles this connection by probing the nature of “culture” itself.  For him culture is such a fluid, inextricably mixed hybrid of many “cultures.”  This means, for example, that “black violence” is inevitably related to, and springs from, violence in other “cultures.”  He quotes Cornell West, who says “…the behavior so commonly described as ‘black pathology’ is rather the tragic response of a people bereft of resources in confronting the workings of U.S. capitalist society…a jungle ruled by cutthroat market morality.”  Elsewhere, regarding culture, he asks, “…is black culture obligatory for black people, and does blackness preclude them from mastering non-black cultural modes?”  If country star Travis Tritt sings soul, is that “black culture”?  Is it not “just” black culture because John Coltrane plays a saxophone, an instrument invented by a French man?  “Black Culture,” like all “culture,” he concludes is “…a complex set of processes and interactions.”  Most important, he says that although, “Race is a commonsense notion.  It falls apart under rational scrutiny.”  Race is, finally, a cultural construct, “…a set of social prescriptions invented by slaveholders and their descendants to exploit and constrain persons classified as black.”

“What Is Black Culture?” begins with a quote from Ralph Ellison: “Could this compulsion to put down invisibility in black and white be thus an urge to make music of invisibility?”  From the crooning of war songs, to Bessie Smith’s blues, to a country star singing soul.  What is it that’s “invisible”?  That violence, for one, is not the possession of just one “culture.”  To think so is one of the ways we perpetuate and justify racism, one of the ways we continue to think “race” is just commonsense.

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Django Unchained: Revenge Fantasies and Realities

Of course Django Unchained (2012) is your average Quentin Tarantino bloodfest, yet for me the main moment of the film suggests it could have been even bloodier.  In one of the film’s quiet, reflective seconds slave master Calvin Candie (Leonardo DiCaprio) drawls to Django (Jamie Foxx) something like this: “What I don’t understand is, there’s a whole bunch of you and just a few of us.  Now, why don’t you just rise up and wipe us out?”

DjangoIn fact, slaves did revolt often.  In the early 1930’s the number of revolts, highlighted by Nat Turner’s, naturally, was counted at around 30, but less than a decade later more rigorous scholarship, especially Herbert Aptheker’s 1943 American Negro Slave Revolts set the number at well over 300, starting with the South Carolina slave revolt of 1526 and ending just before the Civil War.  Aptheker, who counted 250, defined slave revolts as actions involving 10 or more slaves, with “freedom as the apparent aim [and] contemporary references labeling the event as an uprising, plot, insurrection, or the equivalent of these.”  Add in actions of less than 10, and consider the well-documented small sabbotages enacted daily, and you have acts of defiance numbering in the millions, obliterating all claims that the Negro slave was docile, content, or incapable of planning sustained efforts at freedom.

In this context we can see what might appear like a kind of docility in a different light.  In his great essay “Junior and John Doe,” James Alan McPherson writes:

“The very first articulation of language in their idiom, as expressed in their songs, had sufficient vitality to look beyond the trends of the moment and identify with an age that was yet to come.  The best of them looked back on their own degraded status from the perspective of a future time when their own process-of-self-making was complete.  Denied recognizable human souls by the society that enslaved them, they projected their full souls so far in the future that they became content to look back on their enslavers with laughter, and with pity.”

McPherson’s mention of music recalls Ralph Ellison’s assertion that the blues was a tool of survival, and it defines the depths of superiority Baldwin alludes to when, in his essay “Many Thousands Gone,” he writes that even our stereotype creations like Aunt Jemima and Uncle Tom,

“…had a life—their own, perhaps a better life than ours—and they would never tell us what it was….[W]e were driven most privately and painfully to conjecture what depths of contempt, what heights of indifference, what prodigies of resilience, what untamable superiority allowed them so vividly to endure, neither perishing nor rising up in a body to wipe us from the earth….”

In the same seminal essay, which I will comment on more at length in another article, Baldwin goes even deeper into the American psyche.  We want, he says, some black man to terrorize us, to take what we feel deep down inside is his rightful revenge.  Slave master Calvin Candie’s question about slaves rising up to wipe him out is actually a double fantasy, a two-for-one wish.  It both satisfies his desire to be punished for his sins, and confirms that blacks are indeed violent and monstrous.  The ultra violence of Django Unchained thus actually gives us comfort.  It wipes the slate clean. We oppressed you with monumental injustice, but now you’ve taken your revenge.  Now we’re even.  But that revenge wasn’t taken through spilling monumental amounts of blood.  Oppression was fought instead not only through appropriate militancy and everyday sabbotage, but also through exercising a superior humanity, and displaying superior talents that wove themselves so deeply into the American fabric that they virtually define what being American is in the arts, in spirituality, in the struggle for human rights, and so much more. White guilt only grew, in other words, and continues to make overcoming racism impossible. That guilt—and the white supremacy ethic it feeds—needs to be faced squarely, not entertained away through bloody revenge fantasies.

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Thaddeus and Slocum: Black-White, White-Black

ThadSlocumIn his great essay “Junior and John Doe,” James Alan McPherson says, “There used to be the basic, if unspoken, assumption that identity in America is almost always a matter of improvisation, a matter of process…and that, given the provisional nature of American reality at almost any time, ‘black’ could in reality be ‘white,’ and ‘white’ could in reality be ‘black.'”  I kept thinking of this as I watched Chicago’s Lookingglass Theater world premiere production of Thaddeus and Slocum: A Vaudeville Adventure, written by ensemble member Kevin Douglas.

The play tells the story of two vaudevillians, one black (Thaddeus), one white (Slocum), who lived as brothers, schooled in the biz by Slocum’s Dad, an Irish-American.  They’re not making it to the big houses for the obvious 1908 racist reasons, until Slocum has an idea. He’s been trying out an old minstrel staple, performing in blackface, and proposes that they appear together, both in blackface.  Thaddeus hesitates, of course, though Slocum points out that one of the country’s biggest starts, Bert Williams, is a black man who performs in blackface.  Thaddeus reluctantly agrees.

They go to one of Chicago’s biggest vaudeville houses and watch as one of the main stars, Isabelle, performs a lush, romantic song of the period.  Everyone’s enchanted by this beautiful white woman, especially our two protagonists who’ve just agreed to hide a black identity under blackface.  If they’re caught, they’re through.  Then a series of slips between characters reveals that Isabelle has been hiding her own secret. BertWilliamsShe’s passing. Though she certainly appears white, she would certainly be considered black if anyone knew her mixed parentage.  For decades all it took was 1/32nd “black blood” to be classified as fully black, but for all these years the really dangerous person was the “octoroon,” someone 1/8th black, a combination which often assured white looks, but contained enough black that children might come out looking black.

It’s an identity game—white in reality being black, black in reality being white, blackness hiding its reality under…blackness.  Isabelle and Thaddeus, especially, have their careers—maybe even their literal lives—at stake and eventually fall in love.  For me the play’s central scene is where the two sneak at night into the big Chicago theater where Thaddeus and Slocum originally saw Isabelle, and on whose stage they’ll finally appear the next night.  Thaddeus and Isabelle start to dance, and I thought, We’ve been doing this black/white dance of intimacy, denial, and deception for such a long, long time.

I was at the play to be on a panel leading the audience in a discussion afterwards.  I said that in the introduction to my book Black Writing from Chicago  I had written that all Americans were at least 1/3rd black no matter what they were.  America’s culture, its dedication to human rights, its religious tone—all these and more have been overwhelmingly influenced by blackness.  This mixture of black and white virtually defines what the United States is.  We are inextricably mixed by blood as well but work hard to forget this.  One audience member caught this tension well when she said what most struck her about the play was how close black and white were in private, but how hard they had to deny this in public.  U.S. demographics probably indicate an inexorable movement towards increasing diversity, but given our most recent string of racial explosions—the police killings of young black men in Baton Rouge, St. Paul, and other places, and the retaliatory killings of police—I asked the audience whether they thought we were at a tipping point where, on the one hand, racism was going to be lessening or, on the other hand, increasing.  Does the rhetoric and ideology of fear and xenophobia running wild in the 2016 Presidential campaign indicate a turn away from diversity or “just” the last gasp of an old order founded on white supremacy?  Most agreed we were at a tipping point, but couldn’t quite figure out what where we were leaning.  For the “turn-away-from” side, Congressman Steve King’s remarks at the 2016 RNC are particularly symbolic, while I’ve found Chris Rock’s thought about the “last gasp” both quirky and persuasive.

Chris Rock in whiteface.

Chris Rock in whiteface.

As for Thaddeus and Slocum itself, it being a premiere there’s still work to do on the script, of course.  Others have commented on its rushed, slightly unsatisfying ending, for example, and one critic’s comparison of it to Hamilton reminds us that sometimes it’s just unfortunate timing to first appear in the same year an international, supernova sensation does.  I myself did feel distracted at times by scenes and vaudeville acts which seemed to go too long, but I came away admiring how well Thaddeus and Slocum helps us feel how harmful hiding or denying the inextricable mixing of black and white is.  I have written many times that Americans would rather talk about anything—anything—but race and hope the talking space our after-play discussion provided could become more the norm.  Talk after racially charged explosions of violence often leads to damaging discussions.  Art can provide spaces both intense enough and safe enough to begin facing how entwined black and white are and how denying this, as Steve King so spectacularly did, has only nourished and continues to nourish racism.

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