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The Drum, Spring 1978
Volume 9, Number 2
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One of the art forms they took from us when
we came to this strange land was the drum..
Here in Amherst we got our DRUM back
after great struggle 9 years ago. We are learn-
ing how to remember the correct rhythms
and we've got it right now. Check us out and
let M5 know if you hear us for we are always
in danger of again losing our drum.
Front Cover: John Kendrick
Back Cover: Frank Thornton
DRUM would like to extend its deepest apologies to Fritz Walker for not giving him credit for the fine cover
painting on the South African Issue of DRUM Vol. 8 No. 1-2, and also to Edward Cohen for his photography on
page 43 of that same issue.
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It is as a rebirth
We now enter the world
Relying upori our own survival skills
We take with us
The Love of our family
But no longer shall we depend on them
And we shall continue to grow
To learn, to change
To live for ourselves
We must be
What we can be
And do
What we can do
For we have formed
Our own goals and expectations
It is as a rebirth
Mary E. Custard
Welcome to the Land of the DRUM: A land which is plentiful, jammed with
unique thought, and totally for real. Within this issue you shall find the good
works of brothers and sisters who are interested in sharing with you the very
finest in literary thought and artful images.
This issue of DRUM represents the collective efforts of individuals who have
come together in a 3 credit course to explore the possibilities of developing a
magazine which can best be described as an "informational art form."
The 20 young adults comprising the DRUM staff have worked hard and with
specialization and cooperation have proven again that undergraduate students
can move together to produce works of great quality and lasting value.
Some of the thoughts within these pages echo the spirit of our dear sister Jill
Dickenson who is recuperating from an "accident" which is yet to be fully ex-
plained. The staff and I felt inspired to be certain that this magazine reflects
what Jill detested; mediocrity. She, as well as we, believe that DRUM shall
always be an affront to mediocrity.
Therefore, I invite you to sit back and share with me the good works of a
group of talented students who have made mo extremely appreciative of the
beauty of our next generation. They have once again convinced me that Lhey
too will struggle for answers and solutions to problems which beset all op-
pressed people. This "informational art form" depicts an artistic
strategy — our hope is that you develop yours and carry the spirit on.
ur Best, To You
Nelson Stevens
Associate Professor of Art
W.E.B. DuBois Department of
African American Studies
Co-ordinator of DRUM Magazine 1977-78
University of Massachusetts/Amherst
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EDITOR'S NOTE 3
AESTHETICS:
Larry Neal 10
CULTURE:
FESTAC '77 Nelson Stevens 71
DANCE:
Eno 26
DESIGN:
Femi Richards 12
DRUM:
a self-portrait 5
CCEBS 1978 Graduates 50
FICTION:
Sunni 6
MUSIC:
Oscar Peterson 15
Vea Williams 76
Tribute to Duke Ellington 77
Chano Pozo 81
Marion Brown 83
POETRY:
Sonia Sanchez 90
Prison Poems 55
POLITICS:
Carol Garter 8
Liz Young-Kenny Ghin 93
SCULPTURE:
Valerie Maynard 18
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by Carl Yates
During the Sixties, a second
Reconstruction was taking place,
that burned across this land, laying
claim to the streets that are ours.
From inside these revolutionary
paces, came the need for documen-
ting the historic occurrences of
that time, the ideas, the thoughts,
the heroes, the validation of
ourselves and our cultural
heritage.
In the latter part of those times,
an event related to what was hap-
pening nationwide, took place here
at the University of Massachusetts.
That event, the formation of Drum,
Black Literary Experience, a
magazine founded in 1969 by Robin
Chandler Smith.
Since its inception. Drum has
held a very high standard of quality
and stuck close to its purpose as
stated in Article 1 of its Constitu-
tion—
"To disseminate information of a
political, literary, social and
cultural nature to the black com-
munity at large; to provide a con-
structive sounding board and
platform for black students
through which they may express
their creative abilities and to
educate the white community as
to the intent and feelings of
black and minority peoples
everywhere."
Fiction, book, film and album
reviews, poetry, art and interviews
are some of the features of this
twice-a-year publication (which is
on demand by major colleges and
universities nationwide.] Exposes
as to the dehumanizing conditions
in state prisons (universities?), in-
formation leading to the increased
awareness of the struggles of black
people worldwide, as well as here
in the Pioneer Valley. Dedications
to the children, our heroes and
heroines (defined as our mothers
and fathers, Malcolm, Martin,
Angela] and countless others
who've fought to open doors for us
to be where we are, now. Inter-
views with Professors who are try-
ing to do the same, educate us, the
inheritors of the future, to our roles
in yesterday's and tomorrow's
history.
Drum is a revolutionary concept,
born of a revolutionary time, a con-
cept light years ahead of itself, and
still moving. Historically, the driun
has been a deliverer of messages, a
communicator of Spirit/Life force
rhythm. Presently Drimi magazine
maintains those ideals, continuing
to communicate and deliver word
and truths.
Drum 5
SUNNI
by Jenee Gaskin
Back on the street when I was a
real young girl there used to be this
brother named Sunni, what lived
in the apartment next door to Ida
Thomas. Nobody really knew
whose apartment it was, nobody
really cared, 'cept on week nights
when they kept up too much noise.
On those nights when folks had to
make it to work in the morning, and
us kids had to go to school, Ida said
them was the nights Sunni played
best. He'd start off on his horn real
slow and kinda quiet like, and
somebody would hum and sing.
Then one of Sunni's friends, the one
what played the conga drums,
would knock a beat. Ida said it
would get loud and fast and the
whole building would shake and
rumble. By that time I could hear
the music way down on Jersey
Street. Up on the hill Sunni would
blow and blow, and the congas
would beat and beat as if they
meant to wake the dead. Ida told
me them was good nights for her,
and I know what she mean. Simni
had a way with that horn, it would
be like he was talkin' to us. The
rhythms made me want to raise
myself up outa that bed and dance
and dance. Most times I did, but
real quiet, cause if Mama or Cissy
caught me I'd get beat.
Simimer times on the street was
the best times for me. Siunmer
nights and Sunni, and 'course all
his crazy friends. Me and Ida could
stay out as late as we wanted, I'd
always go up on the hill to Ida's
stoop, seems like that was where
all the fim was. Big fun! We'd play
hot beans and butter with Fred and
Tony, and when they got us too
hard with the belt we'd holler for
Sunni. Sunni would stand there not
sayin' a word. He was tall, real tall.
He had black, black, blue black
skin, what shined in the dark; and
black eyes what shined all the time
even when he was sad. Sunni
would look right through Fred and
Tony and move his head from side
to side so slowly slow. He looked
somethin' like a lion all that bushy
hair standin' way out. Sometimes
Sunni would cop a squat on the
stoop or lean up on the railings, and
stretch his long arms. That's when
he looked like a tree to me. He'd br-
ing his head up and down, then
point a finger and we'd all come
closer, like we was possessed. We
knew Sunni was fixin' to speak,
and I loved to hear him talk. He
spoke very soft and deep like a note
he played. He'd clear his throat
and think for what seemed like a
real long time, then he'd smile, and
maybe even laugh a little.
"Fred, Tony, these are your
sisters. You mustn't be rough with
them but you must be gentle. Do you
know what I mean?" Fred and
Tony would nod yes, but I knew
that they didn't know what he
meant, cause I didn't know what he
meant. I was never too sure what
Sunni was talkin' about, especially
when he called us sweet ju-ju fruit.
But I knew it was deep cause he
said it sweet, and 'cides Cissy said
Siumi was DEEP.
Simni would pull us closer with
his eyes and rap a long time to us
about Africa, what he said was the
Motherland. He'd tell us we was all
special, and that we came from
kings and queens. And when Sunni
told us our skins was beautiful,
he'd look right at me. Ida would get
mad with me cause her skin was
not as Black as mine, and she knew
Sunni liked BLACK skin.
Those were good times on the
street, Ida, Sunni, and all the folks.
Talk of the cosmos, spirits, revela-
tions and whatnot. Most of the stuff
I didn't know nothin' about. I just
knew that when Cissy said Sunni
was a beautiful brother, he was
just that. She and her friends used
to call Sunni the 'Prophet'. I knew
'bout prophets from Sunday school,
and when they said he was a star, I
really did understand even if I
didn't know how to say I did. Sunni
was warm, even in winter. When I
came up on him in the street, he
gave off heat. But in the street
things change, nothin' stays the
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same. After a while Fred and Tony
didn't want to play hot beans
anymore, they wanted to play feel-
up behind the steps or in dark
alleys. Things changed for real.
First Cissy and her friends cut their
hair real short, or bushed it out like
Sunni's. And though Ida and me
were gettin' older, the streets was
too dangerous for us to be out in on
late summer nights 'cause older
brothers started having rimibles
with the police.
There was a change in Sunni too.
I could hear his rhythms from the
hill, they were not the same. The
notes was hard and short like the
shots that killed little Rickey. His
music made me want to cry. I didn't
want to dance no more to Sunni's
music. Sunni, the Star, our Prophet
was changin'. There was a far
away look in his eyes — and fire.
Yeah, that's where I first saw the
fire, in his eyes.
Fire burned on the street from
sunset to dawn. Mama and them
wouldn't let me go out, so I watched
from the big window in the front
room. Everybody was outside.
Young boys was rimnin' and car-
ryin' loot from the stores they
busted in. Old men sat on the stoop
and old ladies hung out of the win-
dows watchful of the happenings.
Grown-folks was cussin' and
fightin', babies was cryin' and
mothers was screamin' to they kids
to get out of harms way. The street
was full. Storefront windows was
broke into and left open to anybody
what passed by. Watkins the stink-
mouth wino what lived upstairs
took a brick to the window of
Charlie's Liquors. A piece of glass
caught him in the eye and blood
poured down his face. He hollered
and hollered, but folks was too
busy gettin' into Charlie's to pay
him no mind. His cryin' made me
hurt. The alarm from Charlie's
rang in my ears and Watkins fell in-
to the street screaming. I started to
cry and Mama yelled to Cissy to get
me from the window. Cissy came
for me, but I cried more and more.
Seems there was a time when
nothin' on the street would make
me cry, but that was changed.
Mama got mad with Cissy for let-
ting me be in the window so long.
She held me in her arms real tight
and told me to hush. My tears final-
ly stopped, but my insides felt real
bad. Mama said maybe I was com-
ing down with somethin' and put
me to bed. I didn't sleep much
though I kept thinkin' about
Watkins and how one time he gave
me a quarter for some candy.
Days before the fire me and Ida
raced home from school. We loved
to rim in the street, seems like we
was movin' with everybody else
when we ran. And we ran fast.
Zoom! We could fly, and I'm not
afraid of flyin', cause you can see
everything. Like one time I looked
up to this building on Blossom
Street, and saw this lady jump from
the top floor. We kept runnin'
though — didn't stop. Funny how we
was in another world when we was
flyin'.
We heard lots of things when we
was flyin', like music, plenty of
music. Gaby's Dew Dale Record
Shop always had plenty of the hits
blowin'. And the Zebra Lounge was
jumpin' any time of the day or
night. Sometimes me and Ida
played like we was in the movies —
cause the music pushed our flight,
and I became Wonder Woman,
leaping and jumping over all
earthly things. I COULD FLY!!!
There were voices in the street,
and we heard words in our flight
like:
Nigger you better move! BITCH! !
Hit that ball Willie! Ah Shit!
Hey sweet Mama!!!
There were smells in the street.
Ribs, bar-b-q chicken, liqour, pee
and gasoline. Sometmes the smells
from the garbage made my stomach
hurt, but I paid it no mind. It was
only that one time that I stepped in
dog mess that I got sick.
Cissy met us at the corner like
she always do and fussed with us.
She said we was goin' to get our
poor bodies killed one day from a
speedin' car, cause we didn't
watch before we took off across the
street. Cissy was always preachin'
to us about one thing or another.
Like the time I put on some ankle
socks in the dead of winter. When
she saw me at the corner she
fussed and fussed. She said we
don't be about these Nordic
temperatures, and I had better
never go out with my legs un-
covered again. She fussed so much
I started cryin' and made her pro-
mise not to tell Mama. Even though
Cissy got mad with me I liked her.
She smiled alot and took me places,
and she never laughed at me when
Mama gave me a whippin'.
We walked to Ida's house. There
wasn't much happening. Cissy
went next door to talk to Rocky, so
Ida and me decided to play hang-
out. Ida Uved on the 10th floor, so I
wasn't scared like when we played
with Tony what lived on the 19th
floor. We'd all take turns to see
who could hang out the window the
farthest. I didn't like it much cause
Ida always could hang farther than
me.
Though most folks was back to
dancin' in the streets, the memory
of the fire stayed with us. I could
hear voices in the night — Mama,
Cissy, Jimmie, and his daddy, what
live next door. They all whispered
in the night, and Simni's horn
wailed a blues loud and pitiful,
cryin' — it's not over — not
over — not over.
Late, long after Mama had put
me to bed, Jimmie' s daddy, what
name is Brown came to the house. I
could hear Brown's big feet slap
the floor as he walked into the kit-
chen. Brown was a mighty man. He
was tall and strong. He said he got
big from wrestling. Brown had
smooth yellow skin and a gold tooth
right up front, what winked at me
when he smiled. He be away most
times cause he works on a ship; so
Cissy and Mama tell him all the
happenings he missed when he
comes home. The echo of Sunni's
horn almost made me forget to
listen after Mama and them, but
the harder I tried to stay awake the
farther I drifted into sleep.
I dreamed. I dreamed I was in a
forest. The trees was brown and
tall, and they leaves was black and
woolly like Sunni's hair. There was
a road in the forest, and I walked
on it taking my steps real slow. I
walked a long time until the trees
were behind me. Then I heard the
notes from Sunni's horn. I turned
around and the trees was Sunni.
There was about fifty Sunni's
following me playing they horns.
They took big steps and the notes
came at me like hail stones. I got
scared and ran, but they came
faster — the notes, the trees, was
quick and sharp. I ran on the road
and within a blink I was runnin' on
the street. I flew, this time for real.
Continued on page 24
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AS VIEWED BY
CAROL CARTER
Interview with Dr. Carol Carter,
Associate Director of the Commit-
tee of the Collegiate Education of
Black Students, University of Mas-
sachusetts/Amherst, Massachu-
setts
by Sherwin W. Moyston
Background:
Carter was born in Elyria, Ohio,
but was reared in Canton, Ohio.
She was educated in the Canton
Public Schools and went to
undergraduate school at Central
State College in Wilberforce, Ohio.
She taught for four years in Canton
and two years in Gary, Indiana.
While in Indiana, she earned her
Masters from Indiana State Univer-
sity, and in 1968, she enrolled at
the University of Massachusetts/
Amherst and received her Doc-
torate in 1971. Her educational
training has been in the areas of
teacher education, evaluation, and
supervision.
Q. Would you please define "sex-
ism" as you perceive it?
A. Sexism is discrimination based
on sex. It is usually practiced by
men against women. Take a look at
history and you can see who gets
the notoriety, or for that matter,
note the way the word is spelled.
History, not HERstory!
Q. What is the difference between
sexism and racism?
A. Racism is used to define, op-
press, and exploit people of color
(non-white people) of the world.
Sexism, like racism, implies a kind
of superiority of one group over/
another group. If one believes in
the tenets of racism and sexism,
then one behaves according to
what is expected of that group.
Some aspects of sexism I accept
because I believe in sexual role
clarification as an integral part of
the natural order of things. How-
ever, I do not believe that sex
should be used as the determinant
which restricts abilities, oppor-
tunities, and capabilities for
anyone. Neither do I believe or ac-
cept that there is any causal rela-
tionship between one's sex and
one's mental capabilities. Like
wise, I neither believe or accept
that there is any causal relation-
ship between the color of one's skin
and one's mental abilities. If some
equity is provided to individuals, I
believe that educational, cultural,
economic, and political differences
contribute far more to the develop-
ment of one's potential than any
other factor, not race or sex.
Q. When did you first become
aware of the effects of sexism?
A. I think that I became aware of
sexism as a young girl. I am the
eldest of five children and part of
my responsibility was to take care
of my siblings in my mother's
absence. I had to do certain things
my brothers did not have to do, and
when I questioned my mother, she
would tell me I had to do those
things because I was a girl and the
oldest. It did not make sense to me
then, or now. As time progressed, I
resented it but the practice was a
part of my family and I had to do
what was expected then.
Q. Is sexism an oppressor?
A. Yes, it is. Sexism is oppressive to
both males and females. Sexual
distinctions are made between
males and females from the time
we are children through adulthood.
Someone establishes what the rules
are and others are supposed to
abide by them. In abiding by them,
if one chooses to break from the
traditional mode, it is very difficult
for the individual. "Big boys don't
cry"; "Come on, be a big man";
"What are JittJe girJs made of?"
Photograph by Edward Cohen
"Sugar and spice and everything
nice". "What are little boys made
of?" "Snips, snaiJs and puppy dog
taiJs". All those kinds of sayings
suggest inherent strengths and
weaknesses for each group.
Q. If sexism is an oppressor, then
how does that affect Black people
in our struggle?
A. Well, sexism is another kind of
ploy that has been used to destroy
whatever unity that exists among
black people. Our history is one
based on economic exploitation.
We men and women were brought
here as indentured servants and
slaves to work according to the
needs of others. If we tried to work
together, one of the luiique ways to
neutralize us was to pit us against
each other with various tactics. I
think the oppression to us as a
"People" is the issue. While I as a
female am oppressed, I am also op-
pressed because I am Black. I think
it is an oppressive situation for my
brothers, too. Because they are
male, they suffer from another kind
of oppression, and it is exacer-
bated by race. For Black people,
the two are inextricably bound
together, and we are mutually af-
fected. Our resources are too
limited to argue whether or not a
man or a woman initiates the ef-
fort. We have to continually keep
our eyes on the bigger issue, which
is the effects of capitalistic oppres-
sion on our people.
Q. What steps do you think can be
taken to stop sexism with children
and families in this society?
A. I think that if we want to start to
combat sexism, we have to begin to
teach our children that there are
sexual differences, but emphasize
that in some areas individuals are
going to have more strengths, and
more weaknesses, more abilities
and limitations; but emphasize
strongly that those distinctions
have nothing to do with the fact
that one is male or female. The
most important issue is that the op-
portunity be afforded for one to ac-
tualize her/his potential.
Q. What help is it to have role
models?
A. Role models are vital. When I
was an umdergraduate student, the
first black woman history teacher I
had was Wilhelmena Simpson
Robinson. She turned me on to
history in a way that I had never
been exposed to and I immediately
changed my major to work with
her. She encouraged me to think, to
question and to analyze. She ap-
parently saw some potential in me
and assisted to develop it. I will
never forget her. I never got that
kind of encouragement from my
male teachers. I think that role
modeling is terribly important. One
has to see some real examples of
others actively engaged in various
situations in order to believe it can
be done.
Q. How did sexism affect you in
your career?
A. I am fully cognizant of the
restraints of sexism. There are men
who continually challenge
whatever I say in professional
meetings or who do not believe that
I am knowledgeable or capable of
doing some things. Sexism can be a
problem, but what I do to combat it
is to keep going and doing what I
have to do. The residual effects of
sexism have made me far more
determined than ever to do
whatever is necessary to ac-
complish my established goals.
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Poet, essayist and playwright
Larry Neal is the author of Black
Fire, Hoo doo Hollerin' Bebop
Ghosts, and Black Boogaloo. Neal
has established throughout his
writings the notion of a Black
Aesthetic, just as there exist
cultural notions among other ethnic
and racial groups of the world. An
expression of his notion appeared
to be appropriate for inclusion in
this issue of Drirni, which is
devoted to exploring the Black
cultural concepts. Interviewer
DiRocco became acquainted with
Neal during an internship at D.C.
Arts, a program sponsored by the
D.C. Commission on Arts and
Humanities, of which Neal is direc-
tor. He was the first non-career ad-
ministrator to be appointed to the
post, in 1976.
Let me give you an example. I
was talking to Max Roach. Max
was down here last week. We did a
show with A.B. Spellman. I was on
the show; Max did a monster inter-
view. He told this one story. He said
he knew very early the difference
between the things that he needed,
and the things that would be re-
quired for conservatory training.
So he went to the conservatory. At
first he enrolled in a course on his
instrument, percussion. This is
after he had been playing with
Byrd and all them. He's taking this
course to get this thing growing,
theory courses. He took a course in
percussion and he said, "I realized
from the way this guy was telling
me to hold my sticks that I wouldn't
be able to play the music that I had
been playing. I wouldn't be able to
A VIEW BY
LARRY NEAL
written by Lisa DiRocco
LD. In many of your past essays you
were trying to develop the idea of a
Black Aesthetic. Could you clarify
that concept?
LN. What I was simply saying is
that there is a Black Aesthetic; we
were trying to bring awareness of
that from a theoretical point of
view, so that scholars would study
that phenomenon and how it works
in Afro-American art. Or how it
works in American art. American
art utilizes aspects of Black
Aesthetic forms — by that I mean
blues, black rhythmic patterns — all
those things most associated with
African peoples in this country.
The ways of creating out of a
cultural ethos or matrix.
When we were talking about the
Black Aesthetic, and we still talk
about it, we are talking about a
vocabulary — the ingredients that
constitute a way of proceeding
creatively. A perception of things,
like a way of playing the blues. I
mean, there is a way to play the
blues.
play it if I held my sticks that way."
So we said, "What did you do?"
And he said, "I transferred to com-
position."
It's a craft procedure — the
ideological concept behind the
Black Aesthetic is for the Black
scholars to be aware of that
phenomenon as an existing
phenomenon in American art and
in Afro-American art. To not pre-
tend that all art is the same. Afro-
American music does soimd dif-
ferent from hillbilly music; the
Afro-American component in
Western music is different from
other kinds of components in
Western music.
The kind of thing that Dvorak
was hearing in Afro-American
spirituals created certain sounds
in the Dvorak symphony. Gershwin
was hearing a certain kind of thing
in "Rhapsody in Blue". Gershwin,
for example, was after a certain
kind of thing when he had black
people sing "Porgy and Bess". He
was looking for a certain kind of in-
gredient associated with Black peo-
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pie, a certain modality, so to speak.
That's what we're trying to get at.
On the ideological plane is the
assertion that there are various
ways of perceiving the dynamics of
art, and that these must be
acknowledged. The Black Aesthetic
position forces all people that ap-
proach art to approach it with the
respect that there is a history, a set
of procedures within that form that
should not be taken for granted.
Other people have called this
Black Aesthetic other things. Ralph
Ellison refers to the Blues Feeling.
Albert Murray talks about an Afro-
American Blues Idiom Aesthetic.
Ishmael Reed talks about
Hoodooism. All of these are grids,
or forms of definitions, if you will,
to describe this phenomenon of dif-
ference and activity, and the
nature of that difference and ac-
tivity.
That does not mean that the
"Black Aesthetic" exists in distinc-
tion of relationships to other pro-
cedures. Getting back to the Max
Roach conversation, he was saying
that in the music that he wanted to
play, that particular craft pro-
cedure didn't work; which would
mean, therefore, if you were going
to teach someone to play Max's
music, to play that way, then ob-
viously there's a methodology.
What we're trying to do is get the
academic world, the critics, the
scholars, and the artists
themselves to recognize these
elements — consciously recognize
them — rather than say they are xm-
conscious. So we proceed to
develop books, scholarship about
our music. We should be clear on
the methodology, the aesthetic
methodology involved in the crea-
tion of, say. Black dance. Black
song. Black speech. So, what are
the references — if you're trying to
get at your cultural identity, the
Black Aesthetic mode forces you to
look at Black culture in terms of the
specific uses of these items for art.
For example, the folktale, the
spiritual, music, sermons, or
whatever patterns one can think of:
aesthetic patterns become objects
to be used and be aware of. So that
if you're studying writing,
studying drama, studying choreo-
graphy— you're working with these
forms. You get a sense of the
utilization of the existing aesthetic
patterns and you recognize them,
bring them out of the dark and
bring them forward.
If you want to get at how Afro-
Americans move, to choreograph a
piece, it means isolating that ele-
ment in Afro-American culture.
You can't say, well, they move like
everyone else, because it's not
true; observation tells you that they
don't. That difference — what does
it tell a choreographer, for exam-
ple; what does that language tell a
choreographer or a musician.
Since our culture, as Albert Mur-
ray pointed out, has become a
"dance de-oriented culture"; that's
also an awareness of a certain kind
of aesthetic thrust. I call it black,
but it could be Afro-American, it
could be what Murray calls the
"Blues Idiom Aesthetic"; I'm not
going to quibble over that. The
question is, we're talking about a
phenomenon, a construct, a
cultural construct.
LD. Looking at your earlier
poems — I'm thinking of a volume
called Hoodoo HoUerin' Bebop
Ghosts — many of the poems deal
with ghosts, mysteries, voodoo
gods, other worlds — what is the
relation of ghosts to the Black
Aesthetic?
LN. What you're talking about is
folk forms. I'm a writer who is very
influenced by folk lore. I was a stu-
dent of folk lore for a long time
when I was an undergraduate, and
then in graduate school. I'm a stu-
dent of folk lore the same way
James Joyce is a student of folk lore,
or Faulkner is a student of folk lore,
or many other writers that we
know have been. I remember grow-
ing up and hearing ghost stories.
Ghost stories are fun. I'm trying to
deal with the world of the dead.
The African world view is that the
dead are not dead. The aead are
really all aroimd. So, those poems
are trying to be informed by those
ghosts. The ancestors are ever pre-
sent, because that's one of the
functions of ghosts.
I'm not saying that's the Black
Aesthetic — that's my aesthetic. I'm
not saying that it stands for the
total thing, but it helps get at the
question of voice. I think I'm going
to do a novel when I finish this play
I'm working on now. What I'm
thinking about now, before I even
get to that novel is the way narra-
tive passages can be haimting. Do
you know what I'm talking about? I
want to write passages that haunt.
LD. What is the relation of Shine
and the blues god to the Black
Aesthetic?
LN. I'm working on a book of poems
right now, called Shine, that is
about Afro- American folk figures.
You can read about the legend of
Shine in Bruce Campbell's book on
Afro- American folk lore. Shine was
the only black man on the Titanic.
There is a little rhyme that goes
with that, and a whole set of urban
narratives, called toasts. What I'm
doing in that suite-it's going to be a
slender book — is working with all
that imagery: with shining, glow,
the Sim, Sim people, niggers shine-
all the permutations of Shine. He is
also being reincarnated at various
times.
I've been working with reincar-
nation a lot, and in that series there
will be a lot of reincarnation
moments, cyclical moments. The
poem, as I've always thought of it
for myself, begins in the heart of
the sim; and then it goes through
time, and various reincarnations of
this figure called Shine.
The blues god is an attempt to
isolate the blues element as an
ancestral force, as the major
ancestral force of the Afro-
American. What I always say
about the blues god is that it was
the god that survived the middle
passage. It's like an Orisha figure.
Because even though the blues may
be about so-called hard times, peo-
ple generally feel better after hear-
ing them or seeing them. They tend
to be ritually liberating in that
sense. And they represent a par-
ticular kind of poetry, but they also
represent a particular kind of
rhythmic impulse like you get in
Coimt Basic or Coltrane.
If you go through Afro-American
music, one of the things that make
it Afro-American is the blues feel-
ing. Once you take that out, you got
something else. And if a cat can't
play the blues you know he can't
play. . . all musicians know that.
What they're saying is that there's
some particular kind of power
endemic to the blues.
Albert Murray has done a very
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fascinating book on the blues; he
goes into a great deal of detail on
the function of the blues. A book
called Stomping the Blues. It came
out last year-a fantastic book. It's a
very good philosophical basis for
discussing the blues. The other
book where he connects the blues
with hterary themes is The Hero
and the Blues. Murray has a lot of
work on this. Ralph Ellison's essays
in Shadow and Act constitute a ma-
jor set of material. And of course
LeRoi Jones' Blues People. These
groups are all trying to get at the
assemblable element of the blues in
Afro-American life. The poetic and
literary and artistic forms. So,
that's my metaphor — the blues god-
— it's not nobody elses metaphor.
It's mine.
LD. Getting back to your job as
director of the D.C. Commission,
how long have you been working
there?
LN. About a year and a half.
LD. What are your goals and
primary concerns there?
LN. My first concern is to get the ci-
ty goverrmient to increase its com-
mitment to the arts in both
legislative areas, and budget ap-
propriations— that's the major
goal. From that point we go into ex-
panding the program and the agen-
cy— to expand its capability and its
services.
A long range goal is to help the
city develop an arts industry, so
that areas that need to be re-
searched, for instance, the film in-
dustry: there should definitely be
development in this town of a film
industry. Also, some feasibility
work has to be done on the
possibility of a recording center.
Since Washington, D.C. is 75%
black, it could probably support a
small recording industry to utilize
the talent that they're training in
the various schools. The talent is
here. We could create a new
economic area for the creative ar-
tist, for musicians and for techni-
cians. Those are two large goals
that I have.
The other is, we want to open up
our humanities component because
the commission hadn't been utiliz-
ing its humanities thrust. We have
a major application in now to the
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Photograph by Edward Cohen
DESIGN WITH D
BIOGRAPHICAL REMARKS
Dr. Femi V. Richards is an
Associate Professor of Afro-
American Studies at the University
of Massachusetts in Amherst. A
native of Sierra Leone, Dr.
Richards received his Ph.D. in 1970
from Northwestern University. He
has taught at Lagos University,
Ahmadu Bello University as well as
Northwestern and travelled exten-
sively throughout Europe, North
America and Africa.
Dr. Richards specializes in
teaching contemporary textile and
fabric design here at UMass and of-
fers us some insight as to the
nature of his art:
Drum: What is the role of fabric
design in a traditional African soci-
ety?
Femi: Some designs in traditional
African societies are used to
manifest or enshrine belief
systems, and cultural values. The
designs contain non-pictorial
motifs that can be deciphered by
those sensitive to their messages.
The kente cloth of the Ashanti in
Ghana and the mud cloth of the
Bamana of Mali are good examples
in which designs are used as a
means of non-verbal communica-
tion.
Drum: How long have you been
working with textiles as an art?
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Femi: I have been working with tex-
tiles since 1963 when I was an
undergraduate student at Ahmadu
Bello University in Zaria, Nigeria. I
have always enjoyed the creative
experiences associated with textile
designing and printing. Textile
designing and printing are an ap-
plied art form. The printed fabric is
a lively and mobile form of art that
gives the user a feeling of impor-
tance and self confidence or it pro-
vides protection against the incle-
ment weather.
Drum: Colors and inspiration play
a major part in the life of an artist,
what inspires you to design and
why do you choose certain colors?
Femi: The inner need which exists
in most designers is to create
something new and exciting. I draw
inspiration from nature for design-
ing what are basically my percep-
tual designs even though the final
form is non-pictorial. My concep-
tual designs manifest an inner feel-
ing and force that impels me to
design continuously. The designs
produced are an externalization of
my imagery, feelings of joy, and
disenchantments. My colors reveal
my mood from day to day. They are
exuberant, bright and charismatic.
tualization of the design to be
printed. The design is then put in
repeat divisors of 36" or 48" and
then transferred onto frosted
acetate using a photo opaque ink to
create a positive or negative film.
The second stage involves the
preparation of a light sensitive 8XX
lOXX silk screen by coating the
fabric of the screen with a solution
of potassium bichromate and
gelatin.
Third, expose the light sensitive
screen and positive or negative film
on a 5 way light box.
Fourth, the exposed screen is
washed out to reveal the printing
areas.
Finally, the design on the screen is
printed on a desized fabric using a
fiber reactive dye. The printed
fabric is then heat cured for 3 to 5
minutes.
Drum: What monetary compensa-
tion can an artist expect from the
commercial fabric houses?
Femi: Most large scale commercial
fabric houses buy scores of designs
from freelance designers every
year, and than transfer them on to
furnishing or dress fabrics for con-
sumers. The prices paid for a
f^.FEMI RICHARDS
I like secondary colors — shades of
yellow and red.
Drum: What are your theories of
design related to fabrics?
Femi: My contemporary designs
depict some of my perceptions of
space within a pictorial field. I try
to make every space within the
field functional and interesting
without creating a feeling of horror
vQcui. To create interesting shapes
or forms within the pictorial field
so that little or no negative space is
left in the field.
Drum: What exactly is the process
of designing on fabric.
Femi: The first stage, is the concep-
marketable design varies from
$250 to about $2,000 depending on
the reputation of the designer. In
lieu of an outright fee a designer
may accept royalties from the com-
mercial houses, calculated on a
percentage of the wholesale price
of the printed fabric. This may
range from 2% to 10% per yard
price and if a million yards of the
fabric are sold the royalties could
be quite considerable. Designs for
furnishing (drapes, carpet, wall
paper, etc.) seem to command a
higher fee than designs for fashion
(dresses scarfs, etc.) because fur-
nishing fabrics are kept and used
Continued on page 14
Larry Neal—from page 12
National Endowment for the
Humanities for a project I want to
do this year — a big project about
Washington using the himianities
called, "Visions of D.C." To
reiterate — we're talking about
budget appropriation and
legislative commitment. There are,
for example, areas for legislation
on artists rights, and just a variety
of activities needed to get the arts
going in Washington, D.C.
LD. What are some of the projects
that the commission is assisting
right now?
LN. We are assisting organizations
like Chamber music groups, 20th
Century Consort, Radio Station
Pacifica, WPFW, Capitol Ballet,
New Playwright's Theatre, Miya
Gallery. We also have a large
CETA program; this is the first time
the city has had a CETA arts pro-
gram.
We also want to make sure that
any funds coming in from the Labor
Department that can go to the arts
be earmarked for that. That's a ma-
jor struggle because they just now
are getting used to the fact that
arts people are workers. That's not
an easy concept to get over to any
society, but particularly not in
Washington.
LD. Is there any kind of tension be-
tween your art and your adminis-
trative functions, and how has this
new administrative function chang-
ed your writing?
LN. This job helps me, as a matter
of fact. The ability to write, the
ability to plan, the ability to
develop proposals — to just com-
mimicate in general — those skills
are very useful, particularly in an
arts program where you are
always writing programs. What I
try not to do is write in
burekucratese. I try to write really
good letters, as careful as I can. I'm
always concerned with style, no
matter what I'm doing. I know my
letters are definitely different in
tone from a lot of the stuff that
comes out of many bureaucrats. So,
that's something always to be
aware of — the importance of keep-
ing the language fresh and im-
aginative.
The only problem I have maybe is
I have to discipline myself more to
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the time I'm supposed to be writing
for myself. For instance, I'm a night
writer. I have a studio apart from
home and apart from the office,
naturally. And I go there to work.
So there's a definite place where I
go to do the creative work that has
to be done for me. I know that I'm
averaging at least six hours of
writing a day. There are times
when there is a clash, times where
I'm working on something, and I
know I have to go to work in the
morning, and I really want to sleep
late and get back on it again.
LD. Can you recommend some
books, articles or periodicals on
culture that would be necessary for
someone to imderstand American
culture a little better?
LN. Albert Murray's Album of the
Americas should be read. All of his
books are important. Ralph
Ellison's Shadow and Act. LeRoi
Jones' Blues People. Black Culture
and Black Consciousness is a book
that just came out — I've forgotten
the writer — it's a very important
and formidable book. It's in the
spirit of folk culture, all the stuff
we're talking about. There's a book
coming up soon by Stanley Crouch
on black music that should be very
important. That will be published
by Viking.
I think key novels are, of course
Invisible Man; Albert Murray's
books; Toni Morrison's work; Black
Fire done in 1968 by me and LeRoi
Jones is very important. That book
indicates the major shift in the
orientation of yoimg black people;
in many ways it really annoimces
the emergence of another kind of
generation of black writers. Of
course, I'm pushing my own book,
but it is important, I think. Janhein-
zi Jahn's Muntu is a book people
might want to take a look at again.
Ishmael Reed's novels are impor-
tant— almost every one of them
utilizes a great store of world infor-
mation. He has a great knowledge
of black folk culture, particularly
hoo doo and all that kind of stuff. I
think Andre Malraux's Voices of
Silence or Museum Without Walls
are essential. Kenneth Burke's
work — particularly Counterstate-
ment. I think that's an important
critical work, then maybe Function
of the Literary Form. Off the top of
my head, I guess that's about it.
Femi Richards — from page 13
much longer-S to 10 years-by con-
sumers than dress fabrics which
may be changed every six or nine
months. The high graduate
unemployment among artists today
is forcing very good artists to seek
work and training as freelance tex-
tile designers.
Drum: What is the business aspect
of textile designing?
Femi: It is plausible to assiune that
there are great potentials in the
business end of textile designing.
Everybody wears clothes or uses
some designed products for fur-
nishing or dress. The best and least
problematic way to get started and
hopefuUy prosper in the textile
business is for a designer to print
and market his/her own designs
and printed fabric. That is to
Photograph by Ana Andreu
design, print, style and sell the end
product to retail stores or in the
designer's store. Most successful
designers we read about today
started out this way. By printing
their own designs they can main-
tain complete control over their col-
or schemes, motifs, and exact
reproduction. In contrast, commer-
cial houses may alter the designs to
suit their clientele and or the
idiosyncracies of the company's
designers.
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Oscar Peterson was 14 when he
won his first award as an ac-
complished pianist. Nine years
later he was a featured pianist
with Jazz at the Philharmonic in
New York's Carnegie Hall. Now, at
52, Peterson is considered the
greatest pianist in jazz history.
Born Oscar Emmanuel Peterson
in Montreal, Quebec, Canada, he
began his musical career as a
trumpet player. A bout with tuber-
culosis forced him to direct his
talent toward the piano, an instru-
ment with which he had some
familiarity — three siblings were
aspiring pianists. His mastery of
those 88 keys has been rewarded
many times as he has been
presented with a Grammy, at least
ten of the Playboy "Musicians'
Musicians" Awards and Downbeat
magazine's Best Piano Player
award, annually in 1950-55 and
1959-67.
Peterson gained prominence in
the United States under the
management of Norman Granz,
who initiated Peterson's appear-
ance with the Philharmonic group
in 1949. Since then, he has made
nimierous recordings with jazz
greats like Billie Holiday, Lester
Young, EUa Fitzgerald (also man-
aged by Granz), and Louis Arm-
strong, to name a few. Some of his
own compositions are Canadian
Suite, Hallelujah Time, and Hymn
to Freedom. In addition to recor-
ding, Peterson began concert tour-
ing, and continues to do so in this
coimtry and Europe almost annual-
ly. His audiences respond royally.
"Oh — I don't know what to say. It is
overwhelming. The piano is like an
extension of his own physical be-
ing. I'm amazed at the speed of his
creativity," remarked a close
friend and admirer. Peterson, a
staimch believer in the art of im-
provisation, does not rehearse
prior to his performances.
Not satisfied with only express-
ing his own creativity, Peterson has
helped expose other jazz talents. In
1974 he had a television series in
Canada entitled Oscar Peterson
Presents. The show, which
spotlighted leading jazzmen and
singers, was awarded a plaque at
the 17th International Film and TV
Festival in New York. The Ad-
vanced School of Contemporary
Music, founded by Peterson in
1960, demonstrates yet another
aspect of his encouragement and
responsiveness to young jazz musi-
cians. Peterson's latest project, a
book on contemporary jazz piano,
will be released soon and promises
to be an instructive and exciting
experience for up-and-coming jazz
talents.
Recently, Peterson gave a solo
performance at the University of
Massachusetts. He talked vdth me
fo^ DRUM following that recital.
— In your marvelous master class
today a student made the state-
ment that jazz and rock are fusing.
You felt that they would never
fuse, the same as jazz and classical
have never fused. Considering
everything that has happened, like
Ellington mixing his jazz with the
music in the classical vein, what is
your definition of jazz as opposed
to jazz rock? jazz classical?
Jazz is a music that is based on con-
cepts that have been set out by peo-
ple like Ellington, Fats Waller,
Count Basie, Dizzy Gillespie, Lester
Young. And it is basically instant
composition. It is improvisation.
Jazz has to retain its rhythmic con-
tent, its harmonic movement. That
has been set forth before us. To
fuse it with anything else would be
to change it from being jazz into
something else. You can relate to
something else in your jazz playing,
but I see no reason to try and fuse
it. It is a separate, independent en-
tity in its own.
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— Along that same vein, then, what
are your thoughts on the use of
electronic instruments like the syn-
thesizer in jazz?
Well, I think they represent a very
important stage of musical develop-
ment in this era. I v^rant to be very
candid in saying that I am not one
that disapproves of them. I happen
to play them for my own benefit
and gratification at home. BUT it
takes a specific knowledge of those
instrimients to play them. It is not
as easily done as many people
Photograph by Ana Andreu
think. I do not think that they have
been delved into; they have not
been here long enough. They have
not been exploited the way they
should have been exploited. For in-
stance, we do not have one really
well-known synthesizer player. In
other words, if I say trumpet, you
might say Eldridge. You might say
Dizzy Gillespie. You might say
Miles Davis. Saxophone, you would
say Cannonball or whoever. I say
synthesizer, and you have to stop
and think — simply because the in-
struments have not got that kind of
seniority, chronologically speaking,
for someone to take one of them
and say 'this is my instrument, this
is what I am going to do.' And I
know there are several instrimients
with which that could be done. But,
it is youth. It is a matter of youth in
the music.
— So you do not plan to go any fur-
ther with that yourself?
I've got my hands full with this [the
piano and concerts]. I am hoping to
do an album, an electronic albima,
but it is not something for which I
want to negate this. It is just
something that I want to do. Over
the years many listeners have
queried why I nevfer played any of
the electronic instruments on
records. I recently did. Both Count
Basie and I play electric
piano — Fenderwoods piano. If the
album goes the way I want it to, it
will encompass some of the elec-
tronic instrimients. I am not against
them. I do not think they are the
complete answer jazz- wise. I think
that when used properly, they are
additives.
— Grovting up black in Canada:
how did that affect or influence
your life? your music? your accep-
tance in the United States?
Well, going point by point of what
you ask: growdng up black in
Canada I would imagine is no dif-
ferent from growing up black in
Boston . . . Indianapolis. You are
basically part of a minority race,
numerically. I will not get into
rights and vestiges. It is not man-
datory that we go through it. I'm
just saying that environmentally,
that is the niche — the category —
that you fall into. I do not think it is
that much different because of the
proximity of the two countries. The
popular music in Canada is the
same as the popular music here.
Jazz is basically the same as jazz
here, in and obviously of the jazz
realm.
What were some of the dif-
ferences? None, other than, I guess
years ago if I were down in the
deep, deep South when they had
the really violent racial problems,
it would have been different. But
we did not have them to that extent
in Canada. We may have them in
the future, but we have not had
them up to now.
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In so far as my arrival in the
United States: did it have any bear-
ing? I think it had a certain amount
of a curiosity factor, I'll put it that
way. I think it would have to,
because I was not that well-known
to all Americans. So naturally,
when someone says 'Here is a jazz
player, he is from Canada' it is like
saying 'Here is a trumpet player,
he is from Yugoslavia.' It could be
the same thing. I don't think it made
that much difference other than the
curiosity. You still have to do
something once you are announced,
no matter where you are from.
— What about your family? What
influence did they have on you,
specifically in terms of you playing
jazz as opposed to classical music?
They had a great influence on me
because they concurred with my
desire to change over from
classical music to jazz.
— And what first sparked that
desire in you? Why jazz?
The possibility of invention, of long
period invention. Improvisation.
And, of course, the stimulus of the
rhythmic patterns, harmonic pro-
gressions. Most importantly, my
older brother — who no longer
lives — was, at that time, a pianist
in a jazz group. So, I was intrigued
with the things he was doing.
— Were there any other in-
fluences?
Nat Cole, Teddy Wilson, and Art
Tatum. Nat had the ability to make
a group swing, and swing hard.
Teddy had the neatest piano. Art
Tatum, well, he could do it all.
— I assume you are referring to the
communication element you spoke
of earlier today?
Communication is a big part of the
secret of playing together. If you do
not communicate, you are not play-
ing together.
— Have you been playing recently
with a trio?
I keep my hand in it. I do some ap-
pearances. I just did a thing in Los
Angeles with Ray Brown and Louie
Bellson. It is a part of my musical
life that I do not want to lose
altogether.
— You, Ray Brown, and a third
musician formed a different kind
of trio when you founded your
School of Jazz. What happened to
that School?
Nothing really. We had to curtail it
because it took so much time to
open up each semester, and ob-
viously, we had to be there to close
it. The school just took too much
time out of the schedule. At that
time, whether my career was get-
ting bigger — I guess that was main-
ly it — the commitments were a lot
heavier than I could handle. We
tried it, and we did it for about five
or six years, but it just got to where
we could not handle it. I cotild not
do that and this [perform].
— Was there very much difficulty
in retaining other musicians to
help with the school?
No, we did not have that problem.
We had a problem with one thing
that made it a little cumber-
some— the premises. We rented the
premises, and basically they were
not used while the school was not
in session. It is quite a responsibili-
ty holding a building of the size and
nature necessary to rim a school of
that type. The school only ran, at
the most, four months a semester.
So, it was vacant eight months of
the year, practically speaking. It
was quite an overhead expense to
worry about, plus we found out
that even the four months was not
enough time. I just could not give up
any more time.
— I know that you are also an ad-
vocate of formal training for musi-
cians.
We had formal training at the
school also. I found it was more ex-
pedient to have — rather than
waste my time giving a student that
needed that particular type of
training along with jazz training
(and when I say wasting, I think
that this is what I do best) — I
brought in a classical player to
handle those problems in classical
playing.
— So, you have mastered classical
and jazz. You have been an instruc-
tor, a composer, a Grammy award
winner. You are probably the
world's greatest jazz pianist.
Where do you plan to go with your
music from here?
Well, to be very honest with you, I
cannot really say where it is going
to go. I do not know myself. That is
a part of growing — you just hope
you continue.
I am going to be doing quite a bit
more writing. I think it is time now.
As one of the players that has been
on the scene, I owe it to the music
itself, to the form, to leave some
kind of equitable musical direction.
This is one thing that jazz needs.
(We need more soloists too.] We
have never had the written — the
vast amount of written background
and research material for players.
And I think that if more players do
this, it will make it a lot easier for
aspiring young players.
— You are still considering the
book on music, then?
On piano? The book is just about
ready. In fact, it has changed from
a book to a book with cassettes, and
now we are talking about video-
cassette teaching — possibly
subscriptions to a video-series.
— Thank you for talking with me.
My pleasure. I'm sorry it was so
short.
Special thanks to Dana DeBarros, David Let-
ters and Hi-Fidelity Magazine.
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Photographs by Ana Andreu
Valerie Maynard is a black
sculptress living in New York City.
Recently she spoke with DRUM
about her work, her life and her
opinions.
— As a woman has it been difficult
for you to succeed as an artist?
It has been difficult making an ar-
tist of myself, because I am really
doing what everyone else is doing
— like any woman anywhere. But I
am putting in many more hours, 20
hours instead of 10 hours, or
whatever, just to survive. Difficult
in the sense that I do not know
whether it is art, whether it is
black art, or women's art. It is
creating my earlier experiences,
but it is difficult because I always
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saw what no one else saw. I real-
ized I had to learn some way to ar-
ticulate my visual impressions. It is
like making a language that hope-
fully, someone will imderstand.
There are those things in your
mind, and somehow you have to say
something about them. You know
that it is happening to someone else
too, so out of the whole, you try to
pick out a little bit, try to say
something about that bit. You might
get an impression from the im-
mediate community, but then it
starts travelling everywhere. You
find the whole human family,
whether in language, age, or
whatever. Art transcends all of
this, and someone will say, "Okay,
yes, I understand." The sacrifice is
the primary difficulty because I am
working for that small com-
pany— that which goes on in my
head — and no one can see it unless
I do it.
— Looking at the works you have
displayed here, I would say that
most of them have very expressive
faces. Some are executed in stone,
some in wood, and some in bronze.
What other media do you use?
I do some painting, printing,
will look at it and see exactly what
is there. At that point, I will stage
what I have seen by blocking out
the image. Now, when I go back to
finish it, that is a different matter.
For me, the initial thing has hap-
pened. When I carve on wood, I am
not working on a piece with which I
am then finished. I may not touch it
for six months or a year. I may
begin again in five months or one
and a half years. I do not time it
unless I am doing a show or
something. If I am printing or pain-
ting I have thousands of pieces of
paper with little drawings and
notes about pieces I have done. I
may look at them, and I may not.
— In other words, you are open to
your feelings?
Yes, but it is difficult to achieve
that initial feeling because I am go-
ing to find all kinds of things as I go
along. When I finish a piece I am
seeing it for the first time, just as
you are seeing it for the first time. I
do not carve when I already know
what is going to happen.
— So it grows with you?
Yes, the piece and I work togeth(
— Was your experience and educa-
tion an evolution of interests?
Well, I have been showing my work
since I was about 27. I began ex-
hibiting in libraries and commimity
centers. Then, my pieces were
displayed in a couple of galleries
and museimis, and then my work
began travelling across the coulu-
try. I was invited to teach at
Howard in 1975, and I taught at
Jersey State for one term. The
students worked well, but it was
really difficult for me to start at the
beginning again, so I decided not to
teach for a couple of years.
Basically that is what I have done,
and now I am working on some
commissioned pieces.
— You began your work in the mid
fifties. I have here an article that
says that during "the fifties there
[was] an increase in the number of
women artists who [had] achieved
public careers." Women with
careers are a primary concern
right now.
But, do you know of any woman ar-
tists who succeeded? I do not know
of any.
ler. — Exactly, and that is what makes
VALERIE MAYNARD
plasters, ceramics — just about
anything I can put my hands on. I
am curious about everything. Any
material at all, and eventually I
will work with it all.
— Do you find working with wood
more challenging?
No, it is all challenging. Each thing
presents its own challenge. Wood
is perhaps more physical, but as
you see, I love wood. Several
lifetimes would not be enough to
carve it.
— How do you begin work on a
piece of wood?
First of all, the wood is here in my
studio. I try to become one with it; I
have no particular plans for it. It
just sits there. It is a telephone
table most of the time, but one day I
— What is your educational
background? Have you had any art
training?
I went to Public School 136, then I
went to City Park, and then I went
to a Fine Arts School. In 1955, I
believe I was particxilarly sensitive
and vulnerable; I was offered the
chance to go to other schools after
high school, but because I felt I was
going to be isolated from my com-
mimity, I decided not to go to col-
lege. I just began working with my
art. It was a personal thing. I
taught and did other things — arts
and crafts, made furniture, worked
with public school centers. Last
year, though, I enrolled in a course
on monumental sculpture at Elaine
Journet. With all of that, I find that
I am fairly well disciplined.
you so interesting. You came out of
high school, you did not go to col-
lege, or receive any formal train-
ing— and here you are living and
working as you do.
At that time, I felt that all I could do
was teach. They would say "Okay,
you are a black woman. You can
teach or be a secretary." There
were few things for me to do, and
even though I did not know what it
was that I wanted to do specifical-
ly, I knew that serving your com-
mvuiity was a regular part of life.
But I did not feel that was all.
— Since we have mentioned women
artists, do you feel that your work
relates to that of women artists?
Automatically it does.
— According to Lawrence Alloway,
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"a feminist is a woman who is will-
ing to work with other women
ultimately to reduce inequality, or
to insure some reform." Do you
consider yourself a feminist?
For a few minutes everyday, it oc-
curs to me that I have to deal with
that label. I think I am, but, like
everything else, it is only momen-
tary. Life has not been luxurious
enough for me to be anywhere
longer than it takes for me to ac-
complish something. During the six-
ties I was dealing in a political way.
Somewhere in this country I hap-
pened to be aware of what was go-
ing on, when suddenly, I was stan-
ding in front of twenty guns about
to be blown from this earth.
Another time I was in New York
fighting the judicial system;
another time I was doing none of
that — just sitting in a park playing
with some children. Another time I
was the superintendent of a
building; another time I was work-
ing at a factory on 17th Street;
another time I was teaching at
Howard. Another time I was in
Maine gazing upon a lake and pain-
ting a landscape; another time,
whatever. All of it is integral. The
worst thing about this society is
that they want to label everyone,
and as such that label will be worn
from the first moment. Everyone
will do her research to see what
was said about a person, but what
is really sad is that while we are
able, while we are living and doing
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everything contemporary, nothing
will happen until we are dead. To
try to stop life is preposterous. One
thing we depend upon is changes.
As far as defending women or them
getting together, what is done in
this lifetime as a woman will be
cimiulative.
— In reference to changes,
Alloway also says that "the
women's movement in art can be
considered avant-garde because
its members are united by a desire
to change existing social forms of
the art world." You said that you
think of yourself as a feminist in
the sense that you do not feel total-
ly integrated into one group or
movement, but let us say —
And certainly not under the banner
of changing the art world. I am not
an idiot. I happen to be into art, not
because I had nothing else to do,
nor to support myself, nor to
change anyone's ideas^nothing
like that. I was finding my voice.
— But is that not similar to bringing
social change?
No, not really. Women have been
creating artworks since the world
began, just as man has. Why would
I spend my time trying to change
that? My energy would not be
directed toward change for that
reason.
— So what concerns you are ex-
pressions and the language?
For everyone to express her
language because if everyone ex-
presses her language or sings her
songs or uses her voice, the result
will be harmony.
— Which means that the Feminist
Movement is a total waste of
energy?
I think that it is valid for some
people — those who believe that
that is what is stopping them.
Hopefully, with energy and com-
munication, they will perceive that
and outgrow the situation.
— You have mentioned language,
what can you say about contem-
porary artwork, in which techni-
que plays an important role?
I find that now people are very in-
volved with the technical vehicle.
They are so busy dealing with that,
they have forgotten matters of life.
I can do everything totally,
beautifully, technically, and have
nothing to say — which is what we
find proliferating all over the coxai-
try — nothing himian, nothing that
reflects life itself. Nothing. We
have to know the language of every-
day life so we have to be people,
and artists who are social and com-
mimative. That is what it is all
about.
— How do you present your art-
work in galleries, schools, or
universities? Who invites you and
how do you feel as a third world
woman? Are there any problems in
dealing with your hosts?
When people say "Now, how did
you get to show with us?", I have no
idea. I do not know. It is the type of
situation where no one knows who
is going or coming. No one knows
what is there. It is very difficult. It
will always be as a woman and as
an artist, especially to get into any
of the major museimis, to be taken
seriously or criticized. Our entire
society has been brought up with a
certain way of seeing black women
as maids, as prostitutes, or what-
ever. I forgive them. People have in-
vited me many places not knowing
who I was or what I looked like. I sit
there and enjoy, and remain aware
of all that is going on, all the while
they are looking for Valerie
Maynard. Then, I will get up and
say "I am Valerie Maynard," and
watch the people as they just about
pass out. They do not believe I am
who I say I am. Other people have
come to exhibits and said "there is
only one name here. Where are the
different artists? You did not put
the labels on."
Then galleries will say that they
will sell my work for me and take
forty or fifty percent. How can they
value a sculptor's work? It takes
me a year and a half to do a piece. I
have to carry my work with me.
Already I have spent 150% of my
time and money — in addition to the
space necessary to work on the
piece itself. When somebody comes
along and says "I want 50%," 50%
of what? Of my grandfather's
sweat, my father's and my mother's
sweat? On the other hand, the
museums want to buy my work. But
what you must realize is that when
that piece is bought, it is put on the
floor for a year, and then buried for
the next hundred years. As long as
the piece is not here for me to
control — so that you may see it — it
means that I can be bought out of
existence. There is not a patron
willing to donate so many
thousands of dollars to keep that
piece of work on the floor. So, for
the next 300 years I have never ex-
isted. What this means is that I
cannot afford to take the money
that is sometimes offered to me. A
multiplicity of things happen; the
black artists, and so many other
third world artists, have to deal
with many problems.
— What thoughts do you think the
gallery and museum directors have
in their heads when they make
these statements? Is it because it is
the work of a woman? a black
woman?
It is the result of the way one has
been educated, of the way one has
been shown. It is only recently that
kids are seeing black people in art
books. Unless you looked at Na-
tional Geographic, you would not
see billboards with black people.
There was no such thing. No reflec-
tion of you or me anywhere. Like a
blitz, a desert. Everything you saw
was what surrounded you — your
family and such. If they had a
strong image, then you had a strong
image.
I grew up in New York-Harlem-
and I got around quite a bit. My
mother was the type of person who
would send me anywhere, so I rode
the trains and buses at a very
yoimg age. I had no fears about go-
ing anywhere. If I was the only
black person, it did not occur to me
to notice that fact. I was occupied
with what I had come to see.
— In what galleries have you ex-
hibited?
All kinds. Not many here in New
York, but by choice. I have been ex-
hibiting in the streets since I was
19, and people have offered to buy
things from me. Before I even knew
who I was, I had intuitively said no
to these offers. This may, at the end
of my life, have been an error, but
it is the way I have operated.
I have some graphic work show-
ing in South American musemns. It
is an exhibit presenting the work of
several black graphic artists. And I
have some work in a three woman
show travelling in Sweden. I
thought the Swedish exhibit would
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be good — my intuition said 'okay, I
can do this.' I basically live and do
my work by intuition. I cannot look
at my work like it is a great
business adventure. I do not know
if I am going to live past tomorrow,
so I cannot say 'I am going to do
this or that in the future.' Now is
the time to do it.
— And if something happens to
you? What will happen to your
works of art?
I would like my work to go to Black
institutions, a place where young
blacks — all kinds of people — will
see it. Not aU of my works need go
to one place, in case something
happens to that institution. I do not
want any of it to be in a place
where it may be buried, or taken
for a personal collection. I do not
pay much attention to my prints
and paintings. People can buy
them — except for the ones about
which I feel very strongly.
— Did African art have any in-
fluence on your work?
All I saw was us, my own people.
People would often say that my
work looked African. My work
represents the way my impressions
came through me. As for the im-
ages, an African artist and I may
have similar ones. We are exactly
the same — the way it has always
been — in the way we sit, the way
we carry ourselves, the way we
talk. Afro-Americans use another
language, but the tone and man-
nerisms are exactly the same.
I went to Africa for the first time
last year for the Festac Festival
'n, where black people from all
over the world — artists, musicians,
dancers — gathered together. There
I received the opportunity to see
and feel the tremendous palette of
our people, and how we reflect
upon each other.
Afro-Americans have been here
over 300 years. That realm of time
is like a grain of salt in comparison
to how long we have been on this
earth. It is nothing. How I see did
not come from the outside, but from
within. I do my art the way I feel it.
In terms of visual things, when I
was younger my mother would take
me down to the Village, to
Chinatown, and I always asked,
'Where are the pictures of us?'
There were few blacks. Bearden
Lewis, Morris and Jacob Lawrence,
and other people were working in
New York City at that time, but I
did not know it. I belonged to the
YMCA and other community
organizations, but I just never went
to their art centers. I never knew
they were there until I was older —
and that was pure coincidence.
Chinese and African art were
the first two types of art to instruct
me spiritually. Whatever it was
that hit me when I saw those im-
ages was a matter of the spirit, and
I immediately felt it and luiderstood
it. I always knew there were people
like me. It was just a matter of find-
ing them.
by Margarita Vargas
22 Brum
Valerie Maynard
Continued from page 7
I winged across roof tops and
became a note. I was music, singing
and shouting— REVOLUTION-
REVOLUTION— REVOLU-
TION!!!!!!!!
Mama was fixLn' Brown a plate. I
could hear her clangin' the dishes
in the cupboard as she was
reachin' for the good dishes. She
always serves Brown on the good
dishes when he first comes home.
She says after a mans been away
workin' he ought to be treated to
somethin' special, especially cause
some of our men don't take care of
business the way Brown do. I knew
Brown was smilin'. He loved to eat
Mama's cooktn'. He always smiled
'round Mama anyway, cause he
said she was a beautiful lady.
Mama fried him some chicken and
made him greens and fresh bread.
Brown was makin' all kinds of
sounds while he was eatin'.
"Umm, Ummm, Ummmm! Baby
this is soo good!! Umm, Ummm-
mmm!!!!" Between his "Umms" he
told Mama about his trip and
wanted to know about the trouble
in the neighborhood. I could hear
Mama sigh real heavy as she sat
down at the table across from
Brown. She paused for a minute,
then picked up the salt shaker and
twirled it aroimd a bit. That's how
Mama do before she gets to talkin'
about somethin' serious.
"Yeah, Brown, there's been lots
of trouble 'round here since you
been gone. You know them old
broken down tenements up on the
hill — well Jessie Burden and his
gang set them on fire, it caused
such a commotion everybody took
to the streets. Seems like Jessie's
family was livin' in a real bad
building, there was no hot water,
the toilets wasn't workin', no heat,
chipped plaster, broken down
stairs — the works. It was a real rat
trap. Well anyway, poor Mrs.
Burden and all her kids was the on-
ly ones left in the buUding. Condi-
tions got so bad that anybody who
could do it left. Poor thing — she
tried so hard, but she just couldn't
seem to find a place big enough for
her and all her kids. Anyway, the
landlord raised her rent, and set to
collecting it too. He lifted not one
finger to fix the place up. She
couldn't pay no more rent — she
could hardly pay what it was
SUNNI
before. And you know Mrs. Burden,
she's a proud woman — she wasn't
collecting no welfare or nothing.
Well honey, times got so bad that
she wasn't makin' her rent
payments at all. No sooner had two
or three months gone by that white
boy sent somebody from the court
up here and had her served with an
eviction notice. Her babies, and all
her belongings was settin' right out
on the street. The yoimg folks
'round here got so mad — I mean
you can't blame them. Jessie and
the boys he stay with set fire to that
building and every building like it.
The hill was blazing! Lord, Brown,
from that moment on people have
been goin' crazy. Anything that
wasn't owned by Blacks was
destroyed. Not a white boy has
been up this way since, 'cept the
police of course. I've been told that
it's not over. Theses children are
talking about revolution. Can you
imagine, REVOLUTION! I'm so
afraid one of these kids is gong to
be killed. It scares me to let Cissy
out, but I'm really upset when I
have to let Naomi go. Brown, she's
so young to see all of this."
"Now Maxine, the world is turn-
ing, and things are changin'. We
have our part to do and the kids
have theirs. You gorma have to
understand what they be tellin'
us."
Revolution, I hardly knew what
the word meant. I asked Cissy and
she said we was fighting The Man.
But I didn't know what man she
was talkin' about. Ida said it had
somethin' to do with white people.
The only white people I knew was
my teachers in school and the old
jew man what came collecting
money for furniture.
White folks didn't phase me. My
teachers never bothered with me
and I never bothered with them.
We never read anything good in
class, so I read my own books what
Cissy got from the library. The old
jew man smeUed funny, so I never
went around him when he came to
our building, 'cides he never came
to our house. My mind was mixed
up. Cissy told me revolution was go-
ing to free all poor people like us. I
didn't know we was poor, so I
started cryin'. I didn't want to be
poor, cause then maybe somebody
would put us out on the street like
they did to Mrs. Burden.
Brown was gonna be home for a
couple of months, and since Mama
was so worried about us Brown
promised to meet us by the projects
everyday after school. Brown stood
tall like a big bear, always looking
in the direction we was comin'
from. He kept one hand in his waist
pocket, while the other hand held a
toothpick in his mouth. Occasional-
ly he let it tease one of his back
teeth or pick at his gold tooth. As
soon as he'd see us comto' he'd
start to smUe, and me and Cissy
smiled back, always walkin' faster
to get to him. Brown gave off heat,
he be warm just like Sunni be
warm. Sometimes they put me to
mind of each other. Cissy said it
was because they was both
guerillas, and guerillas don't take
no shit! But I was scared of
gorillas, so I thought it was just
because of what I said — they both
be real warm. Everyday Brown had
a treat for us. Sometimes he'd pull
four or five Mary Janes from his
pocket, or he'd let us stop at Phil's
Candy Store, where we could pick
out anything we wanted. When
Brown walked us home I felt real
good. He got a way what always
made me feel like jumpin' up in his
pocket and hangin' out with all his
dimes and quarters and Mary
Janes. That was one thing 'bout
Brown, he never kept no pennies,
just big change.
On Monday afternoon me and
Cissy got up to the projects and
Brown wasn't there. Cissy said
maybe Brown forgot 'cause it was
Monday, the first day of the week
and all; but I knew BroAvn didn't
forget. He don't forget nothin', and
'cides Brown never breaks a pro-
mise, and he promised Mama he'd
meet us. My heart started beatin'
kinda fast, and I thought that we
Continued on page 43
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Carl Yates
Photograph by Jack Luron
WHAT IS AN ENO?
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What is an Eno? Eno is an
Afrikan word originating from nor-
thern Nigeria. Roughly translated,
it means the "gift of God." I would
not be so audacious as to grant
myself a name that is an attribute
of God because, in all honesty, I
don't feel that I am worthy of, such
titles.
The name, "Eno," was granted to
me in 1970 in Portland, Oregon by
Dr. Okon Essiet, Ministry of Educa-
tion, Calabak, Nigeria. Dr. Essiet
was teaching at Mt. Hood Com-
munity College and had formed an
Afrikan-based cultural group call
the "Oyoyos." Many days and
nights I spent with the Essiet family
breaking bread, exchanging
histories, and sharing cultural
traits. And, there was plenty of
dancing! The Essiets and I would
dance at the beginning, middle, and
end of each visit. This was a form
of communication; a sharing of
hope, love and trust. We were all
secure within our individual iden-
tities and our cultural ties. Dr.
Essiet told me that I danced "like a
Hausa (an indigenous people of
Northern Nigeria)," and termed my
style "asabo" again, roughly mean-
ing, "controller of natural
sources." I danced with the Oyoyos
until the Essiets returned to
Nigeria three years later.
As Donald Washington, I had
been a principal dancer in two
other community-based groups:
"Ibanduwo," and "We Black and
Tans," between the years 1967 and
1970 in Portland. Both companies
were based at the former Albina
Arts Center, once a thriving hotbed
for Black talent and creators. "We
Black and Tans" evolved into
"Ibanduwo" and both groups
fought for years attempting to keep
the building from being foreclosed
for non-payment of utilities.
Benefits for the Black community in
Portland, Eugene, Oregon, or even
the Oregon State Penitentiary
became our trademark. We sup-
ported ourselves by doing every
other thing. We were not bitter
about our sacrifices because it was
this "dues" that brought our collec-
tive art and beings together. We
made masks, graphics, taught art,
dance, music, and crafts free of
charge to children and adults at
Albina Art Center. Just as politics
and culture are not separated in
LU
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the traditional Afrikan sense,
neither is it in the Pan-Afrikan
sense. The Black and Tans, and
Ibanduwo had many exchanges
with the "Black Educational
Center," Portland's only ac-
credited school for the "positive
education" for Black children.
Though the Black and Tans and
Ibanduwo have physically disband-
ed and members relocated to dif-
ferent parts of the globe, there is
still constant communications. All
of us, though staunch individuals,
still retain inseparable communal
and ancestral links. Our bond has
been forged in the fire of our wills
and the purgatory of our ex-
istences.
I remember dancing from the
time I first learned to walk, but
since I don't recall how old I was at
the time, I usually say that I've
been dancing since 1960 when I
first learned an Afrikan-American
social dance called "the Watusi." I
was always the last one on the
block to learn a dance, but once I
learned something, I would never
forget it. I practiced constantly and
one of my favorite methods of
retention was to learn a dance
"backwards" or in reverse order. I
do remember before I was officially
enrolled in kindergarten, I would
watch my mother and father from
my bedroom as they danced the
"St. Louis Bop," a dance evolving
out of the original "Lindy Hop," or
"Jitterbug." My mom and dad were
somewhat amused by my interest in
dance, and later showed me how to
"bop," designating a broom as my
temporary "partner." I continued
to catalog movements, steps,
dances, and history, into a personal
vocabulary of Pan-Afrikan dance. I
have studied under such great
teachers as Mrs. Jacqueline
Schumacher of the Portland Ballet
School, Ahmand Sahir, a great ex-
ponent of Afrikan dance, Raymond
Sawyer, formerly working vdth the
Alvin Ailey Dance Theatre, and
Nontsizi Cayou, a teacher of
Afrikan and Jazz dance at San
Francisco State College.
I have not limited myself to one
particular style of dance. I incor-
porate all styles. A true artist can-
not be limited by forms alone. Con-
tent and context determine forms
and neither of these three can be
viewed and evaluated separately
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from the other two. This philoso-
phy, while congruent to traditional
or ancient Afrikan philosophies, is
antithetical to Western or Euro-
pean derived philosophies. This
philosophy is also true in Pan-
Afrikan dance forms where matter
and manner combine to produce
certain contextual phenomena.
To describe what constitutes
Pan-Afrikan dance, a brief over-
view of Afrikan dance must be
presented. Afrikan dances are not
considered to be "art" in the Euro-
pean sense of the word. It can
generally be said that everyone in
Afrika dances, except of course,
those few individuals who identify
with Western aesthetics and at-
tempt to sever their historical and
cultural ties with the land. It is not
uncommon to see elderly Afrikan
men and women dancing the same
way one might expect to see
children and young adults dancing.
There are dances done for every
occasion, and each dance and oc-
casion has its OAAm particular driun
rhythm and musical pattern. The
dance is not done for the sake of
the particular individual or occa-
sion, but for the entire Afrikan peo-
ple.
The individual doesn't exist in a
vacuum, but as an integral part of
the Afrikan social system where
democracy was first implemented
on Earth. The Afrikan artist is a
"fimctional" artist. Art has to have
a purpose, a justification, and a
meaning. Afrikan art cannot exist
for its own sake, but for the sake of
the communal body from which it
spawns. When dance, which was
first done to communicate with
heavenly spirits, becomes a
showpiece, it loses the power to
bring people together and instead,
it separates people into the privi-
leged and the not-so-privileged.
Though Afrikan dance has not been
static, it has generally remained
true to its historical context.
There are two types of Afrikan
dance: recreational and ritual. Re-
creational dance is informal, allow-
ing for free improvisations and
closely following current trends in
music, fashions, and standards of
acceptable behavior. Ritual
dances, however, are relatively un-
changing. As stated by Lee Warren
in her book, The Dance of Africa,
ritual dances are "the bones and
blood of Afrikan culture with deep
psychological and religious roots."
Afrikan dance has, for centuries,
expressed a fimctional unity of art
and life, a total synthesis of mind,
body and spirit.
Under the yoke of colonization
and slavery, Afrikan dance began
to change. Many slaves brought in-
to the West Indies were priests and
religious leaders, and a number of
surviving rituals have been shown
to be similar to those performed in
Afrika. According to historian John
Hope Franklin, there was a great
interchange of slaves between the
West Indies and mainland Afrika
which had an adverse effect on
Afrikan dance.
The North American settlers
stripped the Afrikans of their
culture by prohibiting the playing
of the drum and any gathering of
large groups until 1812. The slave
hunters purposely sought out, tor-
tured, and killed the principal car-
riers of Afrikan history, religion,
art, science and medicine. The
principal carriers of African
culture were the witch doctors, the
musicians, the dancers, and the
priests. The immediate and extend-
ed families were slaughtered as
well because the slave owners
knew that Afrika was basically a
non-literate (not illiterate) system
of education, i.e., oral tradition.
Continued on page 69
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An Inmates Work— Anonymous
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FOR DOLLAR BRAND
Piano keys paint this scene:
Woven gold cloth
torn by voracious winds
and flapping over a rust desert.
And piano keys paint this scene:
A black bar of cloud
hangs iron heavy
over a bone-dry sand belly.
That is us,
storm sight
cloud obscured.
But Dollar Brand stands,
a South African man,
in touch with all his land
and space, intones us to feel
the immeasurable mercy
of Allah: O play Abdullah Ibrahim,
Compose a
prelude-
humanity
against
all odds.
Frieda Jones
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Photograph by Ed^ ' '
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BUTTERFLY WINGS
Love flies with the colored wings of the Butterfly.
I borrow a pair and take flight.
Her wings are often whimsical,
Ephemeral,
Flying here, there.
Away.
I've bypassed these.
Mine is the Butterfly, landing
When he has discovered that special flower
holding his nectarous existence.
May you be that flower,
And I
your Butterfly,
where on my colored wings
in a benign symbiosis of love.
We'll fly above
the mundane and earthly ills.
Prospering, Caring, Loving.
Last nite
I tossed through
significant dreams
that pointed towards
my former pain with you.
It still lives
inside my soul,
rotting away my insides
and asking why? how?
and getting no answers.
I sit here
wondering why
this rift between us. . . ?
who broke the spell
we cast upon each other?
Geneva Mae White
Photographs by Edward Coheri
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Spirits in the Street I
To My Friend
12, April 1976
1:40 am
My Friend
Your face drowned
in
silent tears-
it is not your time to smile.
Your terrestrial high
has
de
scend
ed
fifty leagues beneath
seas of blue.
Slowly
pain
envelops
your body's desires/
quiet wanting to speak/
be with/ of someone.
My friend-
THE CREATOR HAS A MASTER PLAN;
We
need not know what it is,
We
need only to come unto self and
believe.
Through belief,
positivity will flow
as
the con
tin
u
ous
thoughts
through the
crevices
of your troubled mind.
My friend
carefully float
above the sea
float
that
the
essence
of
blue
will not
evade you. . .
that one day
the light of blue
will
shine
unto you.
As-Salaam-Alaikum
Zenola Harper
Decisions
an aura beckons us
as we tread from here
to a distant place.
we follow bent fingers
in patterns that wind
distortingly ;
look for solid ground
and stable stars
to proclaim our journey
definite.
one finds a comfortable
place to rest
and dormantly remains.
another is reminded
of a hiatus in the past
and returns to
familiarity.
and we follow bent fingers
that tell us to try
to catch up to ourselves.
Jacqueline L. Jones
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/ Remember Yesterday;
Yesterday I ran on youthful legs
through a field of golden wheat, and
each one of those beautiful plants
held hands and formed a golden
carpet especially for me. When
I decided I no longer wanted to
run, my friend the wind breathed
her light summer breezes, carrying me
wherever I pleased to go.
Yesterday invisible hands visited me on several
occasions bringing cake and ice cream, and even
a brand new dress. I never worried about those
hands because I knew they'd always return.
Today I walk through a cement jungle on maturing legs,
and each pebble makes its way through the holes
in the bottoms of my shoes. When I get tired of
walking, the wind blows her hot heavy breath on me
sending me in the direction she pleases.
Sometimes I land at the unemployment office,
sometimes to a new house-cleaning job.
Today invisible hands brought my gas, light, phone bill,
and even a can of leftover pork and beans. I worry
about those hands now, because I know they'll
always return.
As a warm, wet tear rolls down an aging face,
landing into a can of leftover pork and beans,
I remember yesterday.
Sartreina Cooper
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Tribute to Fela and Afro-Beat
Carl Yates
Hp Ritual II
John A. Kendrick
Chicago Winter Remembered
Nipping winds of January come
bluing raw lips of winter
From the lake, now solid Michigan
ice cracking breaths send away
the cold: "We have walked four winter days
deep in snow carrying a pair
of shoes and a box of tampons. "
Preparing for our future;
fixing our footsteps firmly. Sometimes
we inch on along slowly
ignoring the lake, now solid
Michigan, sending winter
upon us. We pause between buildings
to hide; too tired to retreat
to a better place. Icicles melt
under my skirt-thick-opaque-
rich-against the dark brown of my legs.
Cassandra West
DANCE (YOUNG DIANA)
Self possessed while looking inside at something hip
I saw me moving
You can move for the right reasons
You can move for the wrong reasons and get hurt bad
You can move and soothe the pain
Move rock and raise a child
Move reel and cop an attitude
Somebody watching you move saw you cop that at-
titude
And became rich
Don't pretend to move
Really move and fake them out
Bill Hassan
The eve of the unbirth of my child
I sit,
I think,
I wonder what it would be like
To have this seed grow round inside of me-
Kick, tumble and turn.
Then to have it emerge
As an alive human being.
To hear its cries.
To see the first trace of a smile.
And to feel the tender soft skin.
To watch it learn and grow
And suddenly be old someday
To face a dreaded decision like my own.
The eve of the unbirth of my child
I cry.
Why
or
Just when it was
But remembering still
That it was a sweet kiss.
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After it was finally over-
She was glad.
She fought it to the end.
Crying and cursing him and yet
Loving him.
She knew if she could just
Do the right thing
Or whisper the right words,
He would fall to his knees
And realize what he had denied them both.
The months of frustration
Turned into years
And love became a gnawing obsession.
She was filled with need
Until one day she realized
It was not the need of him
But the need of love that drove her.
Slowly, she stopped the pleas,
The nagging and the tears,
And the painful gnawing also ceased.
After it was finally over
She was glad-
For then she was reborn.
Shelley Y. Johnson
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Sunni— from page 24
should wait, but Cissy said no so we
kept welkin'. Cissy was walkin'
real fast and I had to run to keep up
with her. She laughed at me and
said we got out early anyhow, and
we would probably meet Brown on
the way, but she still walked real
fast. We got up to Phil's Candy
Store and Ida was in there.
"Hey y'all, come on in and I'll get
you some jaw breakers!" I was go-
ing to go on in, but Cissy hollered
out, "Another time Ida we gotta be
getting home." I got mad with
Cissy, but she said that I ate too
much candy anyway. My mind
went back to Brown, cause I knew
if he was here he would let me get
some jaw breakers — and then I
started thinkin' about where he
could be.
We turned into our block and
there was a crowd of folks around
our stoop. I couldn't see much of
anything and went to run off into
the crowd, but Cissy grabed my
hand and pulled me up on Miss
Smith's steps. From there I could
see everything. Felicia Roberts was
screamin' and cryin' over her hus-
band Ray who was layin' in the
street bleeding. Some cop had his
hands on Brown, and Brown was
yellin' for him to take his hands off
of him.
"Get your fuckin' hands off me,
cocksucker!!"
"You better get in that car
monkey!!"
"Hell motherfuckin' NO!!!!!!!!
Brown jerked himself away.
Another cop came 'round behind
him with a coke bottle in his hand.
He lifted it over Brown's head.
"BROWN, BROWN!!!!" I scream-
ed, and Browns' blood came pour-
ing out of his head like water
gushes from the hydrants in sum-
mer. I pulled away from Cissy and
tried to get to Brown.
Brown was punchin' one cop in
the face and ended up pickin' up
another one and threw him onto his
car. Jimmie Burden and his brother
came 'round from behind me with
bottles and bricks. People were
hollering voices screamed from
everywhere. I couldn't tell one from
another. It all seemed like ONE
LOUD CRY. Somebody roared, "Oh
Shit!" and then I heard a shot. The
same sound I heard when little
Rickey died and Sunni's horn cried.
Help Us, Help Us!!! I screamed for
Mama, I screamed for Cissy. People
kept pushin' me away from the
house, but I could still see. Brown
was on the ground. I kept cryin' for
BROWN-BROWN-BROWN!!! I was
hoUerin' and jumpin' up and down.
It seems that something entered me
and wouldn't let me go. I was shak-
ing and trembling. My liuigs ached.
With every breath I took the pain
reached across my chest, yet I
screamed louder and louder. I pull-
ed on somebody's pants and just
hurled myself into the crowd,
tumbling like a trash can takin' by
the wind. Someone stepped on my
hand and the pain went right
through me, clearing my head, and
opening my nostrils. I couldn't even
cry. I felt these hands on me, firm
around my waist. I was being lifted.
Seems like I was going up and up
and up real high. I knew then I was
in Simni's hands.
Folks called it brutality, and I
knew what they meant. I saw that
bottle in those white hands, as it
opened Brown's head. I saw Ray's
life juices flow all over our street.
His blood is only a faint stain in the
sidewalk now; but sometimes when
I pass I can see the blood filling the
cracks in the pavement, just like it
did that Monday.
Ray died a few days later and the
street echoed with Felicia's wails
for weeks. I thought maybe Brown
was gonna die too. I couldn't keep
nothin' on my stomach, cause my
fears lived in my stomach and
wouldn't let anything else in. I
couldn't go to the hospital cause I
was too yoiuig, but Simni told me
that Brown was sittin' up and
smilin'. He said survival was
Brown's resistance. I must have
looked real strange cause all Sunni
said after that was "A change is
gonna come."
Summer time came and Brown
was in prison. Sunni moved away,
but came back some nights to play
his horn. Folks draped the street to
listen to Sunni talk. Mama let me sit
on the stoop with her and we had
jugs of Kool-Aid and bags of nuts to
miuich on. One night when Sunni
came around we all took turns
singin' and dancin' while he played
his horn. Cissy got up and read a
poem she wrote for Sunni.
Sunni's got a new thing goin'
See him there, cuttin' the fool;
He's really a mean dude.
Last night Sunni was
blowwoowooin' his horn
talkin 'bout thems that got
and thems that not
Sunni says we thems that got.
He jammed and grooved cooling the
smelting pavements and heating
the
minds of Black folk
hangin' out windows
sittin' on stoops
Sunni riffed through the streets
and bomiced in the alley,
he flew across the roof
then got down in the basement.
Yeah, Sunni got a thing goin' on
Rappin' to Black folk 'bout solid
things
Like REV-0-LU-TION! !!!!!!!!!
A New Love, A New Season
for 22 million ex-slaves.
Everybody clapped real loud for
Cissy, and Simni gave her a kiss on
the cheek. He played his horn long
and low. Mama smiled and I fell
asleep on Mama's lap, thinkin'
'bout Brown and how I wished he
was home.
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Drum 45
LAZARO
aqui estoy en la vanguardia de los presos,
atado y escapando,
orando y maldiciendo,
viviendo el resto de mi cuerpo
medio muerto.
"Lazaro, levantate y dispara. "
Es un grito que me personaliza.
Espera!
Hoy, soy el arquetipo, la pregunta;
manana, al hombre que hoy quisiera,
la respuesta.
LAZARUS
Here I am among the vanguard of prisoners,
rope-bound yet breaking loose,
praying yet cursing,
my trapped half-dead body only half alive.
"Lazarus, get up and shoot. "
That warscream makes me real, concrete.
Hold on!
Today Im only an archetypical question;
tomorrow III be the man Td like to be:
the answer itself.
TVYYOY TODOS
Hice crecer mis dedos tratando de alcanzarte
y converti los ojos en una hoguera abierta
para que hubiera luz:
te tuve entonces cerca.
Quise hacerte sentir todo mi nombre
y con una hacha rompi cientos de huesos
del escombo que era yo
cuando me hacia difisil.
En el fondo vi que eramos muchos
picando a dentelladas el silencio.
Y abriendo por los labios de la noche
un gran camino.
corrimos tu y yo, y todos nosotros,
asesinando yardas de terreno
sin prestarle atencion al flaco viento,
que al vemos de las manos de los ostros
colgar como un helecho,
detuvo su marcha;
y, encorvado,
lloro la ausencia de recuerdos.
YOU AND I AND EVERYONE
I made my fingers grow trying to reach you
and changed my eyes in burning charcoal pits
into light.
Then I got you close.
I wanted to make you feel all my name.
So with an ax I broke hundreds of bones
that were fragments of what
1 was when 1 used to make myself incomprehensible to you.
At rock bottom I saw that we were many
persons biting silence with our teeth
and opening through the lips of night
a huge passage.
We dl ran, you and I and everyone
assassinating distances
and ignoring
the skinny wind who
in seeing us hanging from each others' hands
like fem-leaues from a stem
stopped
and bending dawn
whined over the absence of memories.
IE PREGUNTO A UN HERMANO
Te pregunto, hermano,
hacia donde volcare mis ojos
manana cuando el sol traicione
la espalda de los monies.
Te pregunto hacia donde
porque han muerto los caminos
y no hay puertos en las orillas de los mares.
Te pregunto, hermano,
porque tengo que partir hacia algun lado,
solicitar un rumbo;
y se me ha hecho tarde.
"Hacia mi, companero,
hacia mi que te llevo a los ostros hermanos. "
TO A BROTHER
I'm asking you, brother,
where I can turn my eyes
tomorrow when the lit sun betrays
the mountains' backbone.
I'm asking you where
because all the roads are dead
and there are no jetties on the oceanfronts.
I'm asking you, brother,
because I've got to go someplace,
I have to find the route,
my time is running out.
"Come towards me, comrade,
I'll take you to the rest of the brothers. "
Poems by Miguel A. Rivera
46 Drum
Untitled Song of Love
(for charlene)
i am a reaper of nights
giving birth to its song, '
and i scream with mourning
turning in seasons.
i am a reaper of broken colors
that trap love in these eyes of meaning-
these eyes soft as dew,
faint as breath exhumed in bendings of the wind,
glistening silently
as whispers of rain are the sky s barren voices.
and in these seasons
death is carrion laced on static wings
spat upon the horizon.
once when earth was again naked
there was you as there was
eye,
and our dance was ripe with rhythm;
it was supple as water teasing the shore. . .
fanciful like haitian markets that sweep colors
into air.
and i/eye
i am a dreamer, this night,
my love splinters in smiles
and is naked
a prism raw upon an ebbing shore,
this feeling grows vain against its laughter,
tattered like memories of aging words,
but it writhes and seethes with smew,
and i am with love
in this bending night of dreams.
thomas waiter lones
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CCEBS Door: Honor to the Ancients
Margarita Vargas
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Spirits in the Street II
CCEBS 1978 GRADUATES
The committee for the Collegiate Education of Black Students (CCEBS) would like to congratulate the Class of
1978. This year's graduation exercises will mark the sixth time that CCEBS students will receive their diplomas
from this institution. It is our most fervent hope that this year's graduating students will be as successful in their
career and life pursuits as their predecessors have been. Many of you have been accepted into graduate and profes-
sional schools and some of you have decided to take positions in the business and corporate commimity. But, no mat-
ter what you have decided to do, you must realize that you are truly fortunate to have the opportmiities you now
have before you. It is imperative that you take advantage of them. It is of the utmost importance that you continue to
strive for intellectual and personal growth. It is also very necessary that you never forsake those who have helped
you to progress this far. Remember, you do have a responsibility to your family, friends, classmates, and the
academic advisers that have aided you during your imdergraduate years. Make them as proud as other former pro-
gram graduates have. We now have alumni who have earned doctorates in medicine, education, dentistry, and
psychology. We have alumni whose activities range from being on the staff of the Mayo Clinic to serving as ex-
ecutives of International Telegraph and Telephone. CCEBS alumni are now principals of schools, administering na-
tional education programs, and working in academic support programs at other colleges and imiversities. Many
others are making contributions to their conununities by working in public service agencies. I highlight these ac-
tivities so that you will realize that you have a lot of "hard-acts" to follow. But, I know you can do it. The CCEBS staff
and your families believe that you represent a new "elite." You symbolize the hope and desire for a brighter future,
which we all share.
So, go forward and never be afraid. Remember, there is no progress without struggle. As Arna Bontemps said
in his poem "Nocturne at Bethesda,"
"The golden days are gone. Why do we wait
So long upon the marble steps, blood
Falling from our open woimds? and why
Do our black faces search the empty sky?
Is there something we have forgotten?
Some precious thing we have lost.
Wandering in strange lands?"
Marjorie B. Barnes
Donald Byrd
Giselene Charles
Sook N. Choo
Stephen J. Cleary
Michael E. Coblyn
Mary E. Custard
Alexander L. Daughtery
Dendra L DeWitt
Keith B. Dixon
Juan R. Durruthy
Karl A. Erikson
Lawrence J. Erith Jr.
Judith Grillo
(Adele D. Hall)
Arifah N. Rasool
Ariel Hall
Charles W. Johnson Jr.
Lilia Kowalsky
Gregory C. Maynard
Jay H. Newsome
Carol R. Reliford
Joseph C. Rocheteau
Lizzie N. Shell
Johnnie C. Simmons
Bobby J. Stoval
Mitchell L. West
Consuelo Y. Williams
Good luck.
Dr. Michael Ll*Jackson
Executive Director
Committee for the Collegiate
Education of Black Students
Kelly J. Wright
LaVerne D. Mitchell
Lloyd W. Alford
Frank Anderson
Lisa M. Clarke
Aundre L. Clinton
Walter Howard ILL
Judy A. Jones
Hubert L. Kelly
Lenora Mobley
Elaine Nichols
Yvonne (Brown) Powell
Michael B. Pyatt
Samuel C. Rivers
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SPLICED
Like you,
those, who care,
live spliced
into the mountain,
going to the top,
always,
with everybody else,
equal step
for equal step.
With wild flowers
in your hair,
don't look back!
The plains are bare;
the hopeful,
like the sky,
are all around you.
I
Andrew Sa\ke\)
Darlene Y. Spencer
Vickie T. Taylor
Melvin S. Downes
Broderic O. Grant
Judy Yee
Albert M. Morrishow
Linda J. Stalker
Geraldine Blocker
Valinda T. Cannady
Cathy Crosby
Toni J. Johnson
Kim O'Quinn
Sharon Turpin
LOVE LAST FOREVER
It must be my fault
because you are gone
and I am left alone
I won't lie
I love you more than I realize
The love I feel for you
will never die
It will last as long
as creation
cause it is given to us by the Creator
I die each time our paths split
but new life is found
through an undying love
I am so sorry
I can't meet your desires^
for whatever you want you should have
My arms are open
You may come to me or another
Don't worry about me
cause I love you enough
to want you to be satisfied
Annie Carpenter
Drum 5/
ALONE
Whenever
I
Am Alone
My
Mind Wanders
To Visit Friends
And Family. Our Reunions
Are Always Nice; We Smile
And Laugh-Reminiscing of the Past
Until Again My Mind Wanders
Back Into The Present
And Once Again
I Am
Alone.
Harold Massea
Photograph by Debbie L
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"Bird and Bud and Minton's"
During the 1940's Minton's playhouse on 118th Street & 7th Avenue in Harlem,
was one of the places where Charlie Parker, Bud Powell and many other
master musicians developed the classic music known as Bebop.
Freida Jones
Drum 53
ROOTS
roots— the base of existence:
the foundation on which to build;
the backbone of our being: the heart.
to follow our lives backward in time:
to learn from past failures and accomplishments:
to trace the Tree back to the very beginning.
perhaps we'd all be surprised to find
our roots were all one and the same.
Barbara Jeffcoat
The literature which I am introducing are poems from brothers at Walpole State penitentiary. Society has exclud-
ed or tended to isolate these artistically inclined inmates. Drum has drawn special attention to these prisoners and
has given them the recognition in which they deserve. We the members of Drum have the knowledge and the ap-
preciation of the quality of your work. We are aware of the condensed language your poetry portrays. We hear and
see your instantaneous convictions.
Brothers, you have helped us to help you communicate and contribute your talents to the outside world.
We Made Music
we made music
to be in rhythm with life
to laugh
to smile
to hum a natural tune
to a natural song
to get a mellow feeling
from a soul searching
musical dream
of perpetual happiness
WE. . . MADE . . . MUSIC
WE MADE MUSIC
to give life
where life was gone
to give hope
where hope was gone^
to give a sing-a-long
with Aretha
for we fell
from a bridge
into trouble waters
Her Feelings
Say brother! Do you understand your
woman's feelings?
Do you know how she feels, when you her
man is gone, and she feels empty, or when
she feels blue?
That's right brother, no man knows
when trouble call and he isn't there,
no man knows
when his woman is trying, while he is
gone.
No man knows his woman's hurt and pain.
Why?
Because no man really cares enough to
give a damn.
Yes no man knows his woman's suffering
when she's in need of his love.
No man knows when his woman's heart aches
and her lips are silent.
Yes no man knows, that his woman really
tries, no man knows her tears, or how she
feels inside. No man knows, because no man
takes time to give a damn.
Richard Alston
Our vocalcords
harmonize
with divine togetherness
formulating
a beautiful scale
of sweet soulful sounds
which penetrates
the ears of man
and brings life
as a musical breath of air.
and rode the waves
with Our guitars
Our drums
Our dreams
and our natural voices
So, we made music
Omar Abdullah
(Clemis Franks)
Drum 55
56 Drum
FESTAC 1977, Lagos, Nigeria
FESTAC 1977, Lagos, Nigeria
Drum 57
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of connecting recognition' *"
or merely ^pcumentirig. '. :
some egoceritric salt shocx orroth^f
or merely informing us, ',
tellirig us compassionately,
now and then, of this' or that
massive- land reclamation
or'-alterHative structural reform
or merely, diverting us
with one travel entertainment
or another, here and there,
for an easy-passing hour or two,
but rather of making
, their vieud of ;the wjorld of stone ^ , , ,. .. _ ^ _
imaginatively, empathetically, ouj^fdwii' j:^;^-.! •^- '.?,'.*
by startling the whole undersea range
of the nerve-ends of our conscience
and leaving us slowly emerging
in a state of permanent change.
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Andrew Salkey
58 Drum
The Ethiopian
I do not belong here.
My soul is heavy.
Will they change me?
The secret song is always in her heart.
She remembers Home — where the sun shone
Fierce against her naked breasts. Home,
Where she would he a princess, not a slave.
Home, where the flame trees burned.
I do not belong.
Here, my soul is heavy.
They will change me.
The grating words are always in her head.
She was unique. Her hair flowed like the Nile,
Her skin was black as onyx. She became
the one the master craved. Nine times
She pushed his life from her womb, and she is tired.
I do not belong.
My soul is heavy.
Here, they have changed me.
The droning chant is always on her lips.
She mutters it. Her hands, like withered birds.
Flutter softly in her lap. Her hollow
Eyes gaze at a graying ash tree.
It stands, dying, in the dusty yard.
My soul is heavy.
Change me.
Camilla Parham
Drum 59
60 Drum
Mviral Program 1977: Paintings on Doors
Margarita Vargas
7b/i's, the beast
in you"
big bad funky beast
getting down
singing, dancing
doing the double bump
kissing, laughing, loving, praying
playing the part of Jesus Christ
on Sunday
focusing on the immaculate concep-
tion
of Nuclear Warheads
you are
the humanitarian of death
Ihlis, that diabolical beast
in living technicolor
instilling his very being
into the minds of the people
choking them to death
into a subconscience reality
a dream land
making monsters out of them
that encroach upon society
stealing their Welfare Checks
and their underwear
Dracula, Frankenstein
the Pope of Rome
Jack the Ripper, ripping off America
and sucking the blood out of
its vital organs
Getting high & high & high
& high & high
and falling off into a nod
into oblivion
not knowing if you're coming
or going or gone
big bad funky beast
trying to blow Gabriel's horn
but not knowing the tune
blowing his nose instead
trying to become a magician
ab-bra-cadabra
open sesame
pin the tail on the donkey
stick the pin in the doll
and puff
this society is turned
into a bag of fags,
with high heel shoes
and pocketbooks
preying on the educated
the ignorant
and the silent majority
that haven't got enough sense
to stop playing
Casper, the friendly ghost
or Silent Man
or Silent Mind
because everybody's dropping a dime
being a rat
watch me pull a rabbit
out of my hat
big bad funky beast
I know you
Here is wisdom.
Let him that have understanding
count the number of the beast;
for it is the number of a man.
Awake
Awake Black brothers from this sleep
you sleep.
Can't you hear your black women
crying?
I have heard their cries.
I have seen your women, awaiting for
relief
for a job
for you their men to awaken from the
dead.
Yes, I have heard their cries because
it's late.
Because they can't feed their babies.
Yes they are awaiting for you their
men to awake, because they're tired of
maybe's and later on's.
Isn't it time you awaken and stop per-
mitting whitey to destroy what little
pride you have to defend. Prove
yourself to be black men and lend her
your hand.
Richard Alston
Omar Abdullah
(Clemis X. Franks)
Drum 61
62 Drum
Andrew WoolfolK
These are just a few of the songs
that exemplify Earth, Wind and Fire
as the leading group of today. All 'N
All We love you
Al McKay
Drum 63
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"/ have returned to BUILD a Pyramid"
Carl Yates
Drum 65
Feelings
It's difficult to choose a world
when you're scared to take a step,
but it's even harder to make a choice,
without ever having a regret:
living with regret is not hard,
but when your feelings do come through,
who can tell you how to act,
or just what it is you'll do —
The feelings that I have for you,
are feelings hard to show,
the expression that is on my face,
may not be the one you know,
I'm touched by your concern for me,
but never by your hand,
allow me to enter your mind one day,
maybe then you'll understand
Let's not do it through the phone this time,
or photographs or ink,
yes, why not try it through our mind,
just tell me what you think;
it's not that hard to visualize,
the obstacles you have gone through;
perhaps it hasn't dawned on you,
I may have faced them too.
Barbara Jeffcoat
66 Drum
You're Perfect My Love
You must have come from
a distant point on Rigel,
for I could never have
imagined anyone as divine as you —
a complexion as clear
and as gold as honey;
eyes like deep black coal,
with a single flame
burning within their midst;
an angelic face,
one that would make even Eros feel inferior.
You make my days, my nights, and my life,
You are perfection my love,
and our love is indeed perfect.
a body like none I've ever seen,
as stern and firm and strong as a tree;
a mind as complex as a computer
yet you make everything seem so simple;
and your soul my love, is like a church,
always open and full of faith.
You make my days, my nights, and my life.
You are perfection my love,
and our love is indeed perfect.
Barbara Jeffcoat
Photograph by Edward Cohen
Drum 67
We were trying to
find the functionai
art. In this quest I
ran into a door and
then many more—
but not a maze,
rather an ordered
function based on
its reality. For me
the spirituality of
the image/doors of
Totems. Totems
fashioned with a
memory of Middle
Passage Portholes,
structured lil<e Afro-
American Turf
Boards and Shields
to protect in the
Wilderness of North
America. 1 deal in
substructures since
understanding Mid-
dle Kingdom Egyp-
tian painting and ex-
amining the order of
the doors of the Oba
of Benin.
There are other
l<inds of bridges
than those which
span water and con-
nect land. There are
bridges which span
time and space to
connect souls. And
so doors have
become my bridges.
Nelson Stevens
68 Drum
Step Back in Real Joy, Turf-Board Series
Nelson Stevens
What is an Eno?— from page 28
word of mouth communication, and
the famous "talking drums." All
ties with Afrika were supposedly
severed. But, Afrikanism did sur-
vive, and can be seen in the voice of
the drum and the dancing in the
churches of the South.
The characteristics of Afrikan
dance also remain the same: 1]
bent knees, with the body close to
the earth; 2) the use of the whole
foot and immediate transfer of
weight; 3] the isolation of body
parts in movement; 4) the
rhythmically complex and syn-
copated movement; 5) the carrying
of as many as two or three rhythms
in the body at once (poly-rhythm); 6)
the music and dance as a single ex-
pression; 7] the individualism of
style within a group style; and 8)
the fimctionalism (becoming the art
of "real life".) Fimctionalism can-
not be understated, for Afrikans
have always known that the dance
is not just to have, but also to be.
Lee Warren also says that "a sense
of community is more basic in
African culture than it is in our
own. Each member of a society
understands his role as one unit
that is part of a whole. This com-
mitment to a mutually shared loyal-
ty, this awareness of who one is,
can be envied by Americans
bedevilled with an identity crisis.
The torment of isolation is uncom-
mon in traditional African com-
munities." With the exception of
the wizard or priest who does
dance alone, Afrikans do not usual-
ly dance for someone, but rather,
with them.
Of the two settings, the church
and the social gathering, the
church has remained much more
traditional in terms of Afrikan
dance (though not called dance
because it was considered to be
sinful) — free almost entirely from
other influences.
"The European influences on the
dance expression of the slaves
came primarily through specific
steps from European folk sources.
When the traditional African
characteristics of rhythmic com-
plexity and syncopation were com-
bined with some of the movements
of the European folk dances, the
first development was tap dance in
the mid 1800's. More precisely, tap
dance was the earliest tangible
development we are aware of. I am
sure that hundreds of other
developments occured which were
never popularized or seen by
whites and therefore were not in-
stitutionalized in any way. The
point about the institutionalization
of dance is an important one. The
beginnings of jazz dances for many
people equalled its appearance on
stage. For these people, the dance
did not exist until it had gained the
sanction of a socially accepted
white institution," — as stated by
Nontsizi Cayou, in her book,
"Modern Jazz Dance."
It is Ms. Cayou's last statement
that I think bears the crux of pro-
blems that arise in the presentation
of traditional Pan-Afrikan dance or
the true dances done among
themselves by Afrikans. The fact
that Afrikans, in the United States
especially, do not/have not/will not
build institutions to preserve their
own cultural movements and
dances is because of the lack of
financial resources. The capitalism
that still enslaves our brothers and
sisters in Mozambique and Azania
and pits our own against our own in
the various forms of neo-
colonialism, only offers further suf-
frage to Black people the world
over. Our mothers have told us that
we don't put a fire out with another
fire, but with water. In the face of
vicious hatred, we must exhibit
supreme love. . . for ourselves. In
the face of fear, we must show a
warrior-like courageousness. In the
face of disunity, we must hold
ourselves steady with faith, prayer,
and patience. At the center of these
stand our art forms, our image-
makers. They can sway us one way
or another. Our art forms can rock
us passively to sleep, or they can
rock us actively into overt action.
We image-makers have an impor-
tant role. Do we carry our role as
our ancient ancestors did, bravely,
and if necessry, against all odds for
the sake of the commimity? Or, will
we lay down our arms and submit
to the ravishing neon lights and
American corporate individual-
ism? This is my question to you. For
I, am "Eno."
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Staff Collage
Margarita Vargas
70 Drum
FESTAC 1977
Reflections by
Nelson Stevens
Documented by
Lisa DiRocco
The Second World Black and
African Festival of Arts and
Culture, or FESTAC 77, took place
in Lagos, Nigeria from January I3
to February 12, 1977; 15,000 ar-
tists from 57 lands assembled to
share their variegated creations
and ideas and to realize and take
pride in our common heritage.
For the official opening of
FESTAC 77 in the National
Stadium, 60,000 spectators
assembled to witness over two
hours of colorful regalia, music,
dancing and songs as the con-
tingents from each country parad-
ed around the huge track, carrying
their nation's flag and its banner,
and wearing national costumes.
They stopped before the receiv-
ing stand holding Lt. General
Olusegun Obasanjo, Nigeria's head
of state and Festac's official host,
plus other dignitaries representing
foreign lands; the groups paused
while acrobats or dancers enter-
tained the officials and the au-
dience.
The procession was led by an
Ethiopian sword carrier and ended
with Nigerian dancers balancing
flaming urns on their heads. In be-
tween were Brazilian women
costumed for Mardi Gras, Gui-
neans walking on 14 foot stilts,
Aborigines from Australia, belly
dancers and acrobats from Egypt.
After each nation introduced itself
to the audience in its own way, the
diverse peoples walked arornid the
track together. A lone rimner,
dressed as Shango, the Yoruba god
of thimder and lightning, carried a
flame to the roof of the stadium to
light a huge torch, and 1,000
pigeons were freed into the air.
The American artists repre-
sented 24 states; among them were
Nelson Stevens of the University of
Massachusetts Art and WEB
DuBois Departments and Bernard
Bell of the UMass English Depart-
ment. The participants caught a
glimpse of the constellation of
black artists scattered around the
globe, and returned to the U.S. re-
juvenated with international
horizons.
*****
I had known about \he planning
0/ YESIAC for many years and
although I had no doubt it would
tafte place, the question was
always "when." The only thing I
was sure 0/ was that whenever it
would take place, I wanted to be
there; not only because it would be
the largest world festival of the
arts, but for other reasons which
are more profound. It is well known
to most African Americans that the
vast majority of us came from
GUINEA COAST. And Nigeria, the
host of FESTAC '77 is central to this
location. So in a sense it is a rever-
sal of the process — going past the
auction block and the middle
passage and returning home after
four hundred years.
Another reason for my great an-
ticipation has to do with the culture
of YOEUBA-LAND. The Yoruba
heritage of transported blacks has
survived the middle passage
journey and makes itself felt from
Brazil and Haiti as well as New
York City. I think of the Yoruba
GOD of Thunder SHANGO every
time I look from my NEW ENGLAND
window to witness "the Devil
beating his wife". It was also this
area of the world that produced the
art forms which have revolutioniz-
ed the twentieth century concepts
of art and aesthetics. All these
things were going through my head
at the ].F. Kennedy airport in
January 1977 where Jeff Donaldson
had started to explain some of the
experiences that we could an-
ticipate as participants in FESTAC
77.
A sister in the group asked about
Nigerian food and water in
reference to health. Jeff replied,
"We have been eating bad food for
so long that when we get some good
food some of us will probably get
sick."
Not many of us got sick and most,
if not all, satisfied our personal and
collective goals. The only drawback
I can imagine is that about two hun-
dred of us who attended FESTAC
on the first flight to LAGOS missed
seeing Alex Haley's Roots. I do not
think it a drawback in any sense,
for personally, for three weeks I
felt like the whole tree with deep
strong and healthy roots.
Our contingency of 200 Afro
Americans were delivered outside
the stadium to participate in the
procession. We stood amid lines of
costumed participants being view-
ed by great crowds of Nigerians,
assembled to watch the festivities.
We arranged ourselves along side
the people from Zaire, men and
women dressed entirely in green
garb, sporting the silkscreened por-
trait of their country's president.
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Each representative group, with
the exception of the U.S. wore such
unifying and identifying costumes. I
became very conscious of this, but
recognized our group as having our
own unique dress too. The 'uni-
forms' we wore varied according to
life styJes of the Afro Americans
present. We hod peopie in bare
feet, sandaJs, people with Frye
boots and platform shoes. We hod
very great extremes in terms of the
drqss our contingency represented
as national costume. The United
States did not supply us with uni-
forms for the venture as most of the
other governments did. Most gov-
ernments represented also sent Na-
tional Troupes to woJk into the
stadium, very much like the Olym-
pics. We were given an American
flag as weJJ as an identifying ban-
ner. Our collective decision though,
was not to carry the flag. Rather
than walk in with the stars and
stripes, we chose to carry only the
banner. Our next decision was
what we were going to do while in-
side, parading around the stadium
traclc. We decided to sing "Lift
Every Voice. . ."and began prac-
ticing. But the anthem became very
weak in the second stanza, and we
decided to leave it alone. Our final
agreement was to sing "Amen".
When we entered the stadium it
seemed as though I had never seen
so many bJack people before in my
life. A sea of sixty thousand black
faces. As we entered singing
"Amen" the gathering seemed to
unify and the song was picked up
by each area we passed. They
threw positive gestures at us, say-
ing some very nice things that f can-
not recaU now. I do remember
thinking that as we represented the
most diverse group in terms of
dress, we also had the most varied
racial breakup of any group. We
had people in our contingency who
could pass for white, as well as for
any of the African countries that
attended. And I distinctly
remember friends of mine, trying to
find themselves among one of the
tribes on the African continent, the
people that most resembled them.
The experience of that five
minute processional spanned a
lifetime. Gathered in the presence
of more black people then we had
been with before, 1 felt my feet
never touched the ground for the
entire four hundred meters.
Our reception at the festival was
extremely warm and we were
saluted very highly. Upon returning
to the United States I heard and
read reports identifying us as the
vagabonds. The ones without
uniforms, f don't think this was felt
by any of us while marching. We
were representing ourselves as
ourselves and the rest of the Afro-
Americans who could not go.
The feeling I think most of us
came away with, was that of par-
ticipating in a collective baptismal
on a world stage. Baptised in a sea
of faces and feelings. We were
treated as that part of an extended
family who had been away for a
long time and had finally come
home. This feeling was made real
by the Nigerians and the other peo-
ple represented during our entire
stay.
*****
For the next four weeks, artists
travelled around the city to the
various exhibits to meet other ar-
tists and view their work. There
were traditional and contemporary
displays in all mediums: from
folkloric theatre to a staging of of
Eugene Perkins satiric drama,
"The Image Makers", about
Hollywood's black exploitation
films. From Burundi came 7-foot
Tutsi dancers, and girls from the
Ivory Coast did fertility dances,
while a modern dance troupe from
Brazil conveyed their statements in
body movement. Artists met and
discussed their work and its rela-
tionship to their culture; new
understandings ensued.
*****
After checking out the art ex-
hibits of all the nations represented
in the National Theatre, I kept com-
ing back to the works of Malanga-
tana Ngwenya. Everywhere I went
afterward I told people that I
wanted to meet the monster artist
from Mozambique named Malango-
tana, because I really dug his con-
cept of man as a natural force, and
his ability to deal with Western
techniques within an African sen-
sibility.
We were introduced in the Na-
tional Theater by an Oriental man
from Mozambique who said
Malangatana was looking just as
hard for me. Malangatana and I got
along well and we spent the next
three days together. By day we at-
tended art exhibits where he would
explain the Africanness of form,
the political implications of symbols
and icons in each picture, while I
did the same from my background;
at night we would do drawings for
each other talking of the
similarities and differences in line
and rhythms to better understand
each other's strokes. Despite being
an artist of international reputation
and minister of culture for Mozam-
bique, he is one of the warmest peo-
ple and one of the best teachers I
have ever had the privilege of
knowing. At the end of this learning
encounter, we gave each other
several drawings. I am sure on both
exchanges, that I got the best of the
deal. Thank you, Malangatana
*****
The theme of technology versus
tradition was a common concern
among scholars, too. For two
weeks, a Colloquivun of 700 intellec-
tuals participated in an inter-
change of ideas on the general
theme of "Black Civilization and
Education." Academics pursued
such topics as a means to improve
research in Africa and greater
freedom of expression. They
discussed the problem of allowing
scholars more academic freedom in
a continent where most of the
universities are government fimd-
ed. Many presented papers ex-
pressing fear that by bringing in
Western technology, Africa may
also bring in undesirable Western
values such as racism and the dif-
fusion of African traditional
values.
The First World Black and
African Festival of Arts and
Culture took place in 1966 in
Dakar, Senegal. Plans were made
at that time for the second festival
to be held in Lagos in 1970 but
because of Nigeria's civil war from
1967-1970, the festival had to be
postponed. Other emergencies
caused further delay. When a
Continued on page 74
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Malangatana
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FESTAC— from page 72
definite date was finally settled,
Lagos rushed to prepare itself for
its future guests.
At a cost of $60 million, a new
National Theatre was constructed.
There, scholars would present
their papers and exchange
thoughts; dramas would be staged;
other visual artists would exhibit
paintings, sculptures and films;
musicians and dancers would
display their art.
The National Theatre resembles
an ark — it was designed by the
Nigerians AAdth the concept of
Noah's Ark in mind — the idea that
people would come two by two from
around the world. The streets were
cleaned and lamposts decorated
with banners and flags of the
Festival's emblem; a government
order was issued forbidding
automobiles on the city streets
every other day, to reduce traffic
jams. The population in Lagos is 2
million.
Six miles outside Lagos, FESTAC
Village was constructed, an $80
million housing project for the par-
ticipants and others who travelled
to Lagos to view the festival. Con-
struction of FESTAC Village was
not complete when the artists ar-
rived; they stayed there, anyway,
and construction continued. Other
complications which plagued the
Nigerians for the festival included
an dispute with Britain over rights
to the Royal Ivory Mask of Benin,
emblem for FESTAC 17.
The 16th century ivory mask was
worn by Benin kings during
religious ceremonies luitil 1897,
when it was seized by the British
during an invasion; it currently sits
in the British museimi in London.
Symbolically, the British refused to
send the mask back to Africa for
the festival — they feared it was too
fragile. Finally, rights were
secured so the Nigerians could
register a replica of the mask and
trademark it as the official emblem
of the Festival.
*****
My most memorable day got o//
to a slow start. \\. was about ten
days a/ter we got there. We were
standing around waiting /or the
buses, wY^ich were Jote — \\ wasn't
unusual io have Xo waif a Jong time,
and I got tired o/ doing ihat. Ed
Spriggs told me he was going to the
International Secretariat
Building — which was where ihe
structural unit /or Xhe entire
FESTAC was located, so I went with
him.
When we got there I passed out
cards of work that I was doing. This
drew a crowd for two reasons. One
was the art work, the other was
because there is a paper shortage
and I was passing out paper. That's
a phenomenon that I /ound was
strange there.
Two of the people that I met
while passing out cards introduced
themselves to me. One was named
Gbenga, the other Ayo. I knew they
were both Yoruba hy their names
and they told me that they worked
for Fela, who is a very popular
musician in Nigeria. "Fela Ransone
Kuti." "Nol Fela Anikulapo-Kuti."
I had heard of Fela, so I took out
a Malcolm X card, and wrote
"Brother Fela, from one artist to
another — I would like to see more
of Nigeria. Signed, Nelson." And
added my flat number in the
FESTAC village.
That was about noon. When I got
hack to my flat at midnight, I was
putting the key in the door.
Napoleon, "the Weaver," Hender-
son, my roommate, had not come in
yet, and I realized there was
someone crouched at the foot of the
door. At first I was startled; then
the man got up and explained that
he had been sent to bring me to
Fela. So I went in and quickly got a
bunch of things — camera, silk-
screen, some prints and different
things that I thought I might need
and extended an invitation to
Ademoia Olugede/ola. He declined.
Then we went down and he
/lagged down a passing car. He just
stood right in the middle of the road
and made the car stop. He told the
driver the two of us wanted to go to
Mushin. He and the driver had a lit-
tle argument, hut the driver decid-
ed to take us when Fela's name was
mentioned.
On the way there the man who
was sent to get me explained that
he had been waiting 10 hours and
had /alien asleep. I was not to tell
Fela about his sleeping.
When we got to Fela's commune,
the Kuti Republic, I noticed that it
was surrounded by a high barbed
wire fence. There were crowds
everywhere — outside of the com-
mune and inside, too. We pushed
our way through to the gate and
were cleared; we went inside. I was
escorted to a large waiting room
where I was served pineapple,
coconut, palm wine and cola nuts.
They kept bringing me gifts and dif-
ferent things to drink and eat — just
good Nigerian hospitality and infor-
mation about Fela.
Fela came in and I presented him
with my gift, a silk screen print I
had done; I told him that I wanted
to catch his concert that night at
the African Shrine. The African
Shrine is a nightclub that Fela owns
and per/orms in. It's always filled
to capacity because of its populari-
ty. Fela then invited me to a recor-
ding session of his music, which
would take place after the concert.
Fela began talking to me about
his religion and his music. He and
his people are Yoruba. They are not
Christian and they are not Islamic.
They believe Islam and Christianity
are both corrupt subversives from
outside Africa. For them, the only
indigenous African religions were
those that had been there through
the ancestors, like Yoruba. Fela
wanted to draw on that traditional
experience as a basis for his
politics and music.
We talked a long time about the
United States and FESTAC. Fela
wanted to know a great deal about
both. He was very politically aware
of what was happening in the
United States to his Brothers and
Sisters. He remembers that those
who were educated abroad —
either in the United States or
Europe or even Russia — had come
back in Western suits, and with
Western mentalities. "Western
Suits and Western Minds.'"
In the sixties, he saw on televi-
sion, brothers in the streets of the
U.S. very proud of their African
heritage and African traditions,
trying to revitalize and revive them.
He said it gave him a great sense of
'correctness' in terms of his own
movement. It allowed him see on a
larger scale what was happening,
and to reject some of the Western
influences.
We left the Kuti Republic for the
74 Drum,
African Shrine which was just two
bJocks away. We waJked, and all
along the wolJtways on either side
of the procession of people follow-
ing Fela, there were spectators.
They were standing, clapping and
hollering, Tela for president/';
'FeJa's my man!'; and 'Fela's a had
niggaV He's a very powerful man.
He possesses the charismatic
strength of Muhammed Ali, James
Brown, Stevie Wonder, and O.J.
Simpson aJJ forming one Yoruba
deity. His performance at the
African Shrine that night was pack-
ed with people dancing and
Jaughing in total freedom.
Fela's music is caJJed Afro-Beat.
They did a number caJJed 'Africa is
Upside Down,' which was about
how the rich get richer and the
poor poorer. Nigeria is the sixth
largest oil exporter in the world,
and Fela is very concerned with the
poor getting a share of some of
Nigeria's new weaJth. After the
concert we went to the recording
session with his 16 piece band,
eight women singers, and road
managers, Ayo and Gbenga.
Despite his heavy scheduJe, FeJa
and I became very good friends
over the next weelc and he wanted
Gbenga to show me and some other
peopJe around. Gbenga wouJd come
to FESTAC ViUage and get a bus; it
seemed as though he couJd get one
much easier through his channels
than we could through ours. So they
secured several buses for us to see
oJd slave quarters, Benin beaches
and Yoruba ceremonies while the
East coast of the U.S. was engulfed
in the coldest winter in memory.
They also took us to a Shango
Priest where I was given my name,
after telling my life's story. The
priest did not speak directly to me
but had an interpreter. Frank
Smith, Adger Cowans, David
Stevens, Vincent Smith and I went
on that trip and I believe we were
all given names.
I was given the name Oya Deli. At
first I didn't understand, because
Oya's a woman's name. I said,
'Why do you give me Shango's
wife's name?' He was delighted
that I knew. Then he told me Deli
meant at home. So my name means
the goddess Oya would be at home
with me.
When I got back to the United
States, I read in the papers that the
Nigerian government had ran-
sacked the commune. There were
rumors that at least one person
was dead. I was very worried about
a lot of people. Since that time I've
gotten calls to alleviate me from
those worries. But the Nigerian
government was very rough on
Fela's people after we left. I felt
very safe when I was with Fela, and
his friends; I did not realize that
while we were there we were pro-
tecting him.
*****
At the closing ceremony, all the
nations assembled one last time,
and danced a final dance together.
The feelings of solidarity reached
their height when Commander O.P.
Fingese, the festival president,
declared, "We are no longer the
third world. We are the first
world."
"For the first time," said musi-
cian Bayo Martins, "it dawned on
me that all black people have one
thing in common, a culture and a
heritage. I believe in the spirit of
FESTAC, the need for black people
to get together and rekindle their
consciousness and confidence."
An excerpt from the Nigerian
Daily Times reveals the task under-
taken by past participants in
FESTAC, and the goal of FESTAC
81:
"There is a black nation, a black
world. It is a world whose citizens
are spread all aroimd the globe, a
world whose peoples share not only
a tradition of customs, but also of
ethical values. And it is these
values that demand that we exert
ourselves, not only in the reahn of
art, but also in the realm of politics.
The black world must continue to
see its civilization and its freedom
as threatened so long as a single
black man or woman remains op-
pressed anywhere in the world.
This is the inescapable challenge
which this gathering has placed
before us."
Drum 75
by Kelly Wright and
Diane Mitchell
The Amherst area has been sub-
ject to a distinct rise in the
awareness and appreciation of
Black Classical Music. In the past
years, the residents of this area
have had the opportunity to host
such giants as Max Roach, Marion
Brown, and Archie Shepp. More
recently, there has been a greater
exposure of the vocal aspect of
music. In expanding on this sub-
ject. Drum held an interview with a
dynamic jazz vocalist, Ms. Vea
Williams.
Vea is originally from Pittsburgh,
Pennsylvania where she began per-
forming with a group known as
"Sisterhood." She describes this
experience as being most reward-
ing. For it was with these sisters
that she developed the techniques
necessary for being a lead singer.
Vea reminisces fondly of the
closeness and progressiveness of
this group.
In 1973, Vea travelled to Atlanta,
Georgia where she lived for three
years before moving to the Amherst
area.
INTRODUCING:
VEA WILLIAMS
She is now employed with the
W.E.B. DuBois Department of
African-American Studies at the
University of Massachusetts, and
has recently been performing in
this area with the group
"Welcome." Together, they create
an atmosphere of harmony and
love which Vea feels is the overall
message to share with her au-
dience.
Her inspiration stems from
dynamic women and artists such as
Sarah Vaughan, Nina Simone,
Dinah Washington and Betty
Carter. Like these artists, Vea feels
committed to the music she sings.
Photograph by Ana Andreu
Many artists of Black Classical
Music have been pressured to alter
their style of music to obtain sup-
port by a commercial industry. A
nimiber of artists have made this
change, while many more will not.
Vea believes she can carry her
message to her audience without
turning to the commercial industry.
Members of Drum feel grovdng
artists such as Vea Williams can be
recognized in their field with the
consistent support of listeners.
We feel it is essential that we
support our brothers and sisters in
their endeavors of unity, on this
campus and throughout the world.
16 Brum
The Idea of Duke
". . .As though I were some very, very
special child, my mother would say, "Ed-
ward, you are blessed. You don't have
anything to worry about. Edward, you are
Here we find ourselves dealing with a vast
field of colors, colors that stand out of a
long tunnel of memory. Somewhere from
very deep inside dwells the urge to
manipulate these colors in space. It always
seems quite natural to know that Duke once
studied painting, and considered making
that his primary craft, and not music. Who
knows? But it is certain that Duke's mother
was right, Ellington was "blessed" and any
art form he encountered would have been
enriched by his blessed vision. Mercer El-
lington has noted the relationship of his
father's music to painting; the way Duke
had of establishing and maintaining an ever
evolving sense of tonecolor and textures.
The complex palette of sound springs from
every musical source imaginable; but are yet
linked implicitly to the elegance and elo-
quence of the blues.
But Duke's idea though texturally com-
plex is undergirded by his firm sense of the
role of the individual in the overall ensemble
of color making and design. Duke's idea
here stands for me as the model of the ideal
society, the ideal social system. Duke El-
lington was both aristocratic and
democratic as an orchestra leader. On the
one side of the sensibility we have the ability
to make aesthetic judgements not only
about music, but about people also. In this
manner Ellington constructs for us a new
kind of aristocracy, first a Duke must lead.
But he must also listen as he leads if he is to
be able to secure his kingdom. So that when
one considers the idea of Duke we encounter
a unique artistic relationship between Duke
and the exemplary members of his or-
chestra, the sense of a collective will to
create ones own personality within the en-
semble (the nation), but also to create for
the sheer purpose of adding to the beauty of
the ever emerging musical idea. This is what
I mean by the democratic idea symbolized
by Duke's orchestral history and concep-
tion.
So for me Ellington's artistic method and
intelligence constitutes the basis for a
"governmental form". This form is both na-
tional and international in scope. Yet like
Ellington's music it maintains a specific
ethos, a specific cultural reference and firm-
ness of identity amidst the confusion of the
world. This intelligence is both meditative
and active. It is both sensual and at other
times austere. But it is never afraid to see
what it sees. (Max Roach's anecdote about
the recording session with Mingus and El-
lington comes to mind: Duke said that
Max's drum solo should picture a lovely
flower in a quiet rain forest that is suddenly
attacked by a snake.) So now we find
ourselves talking about an intelligence that
is also poetic as well as visual. An aspect of
the idea of Duke which is the attempt to
keep his music encyclopedic. Duke's music
is never really parochial in any real sense of
the word. Perhaps that is because the entire
body of his work indicates a merger between
the science of music, emotional density and
the rhythmic wisdom of the blues.
As an out-chorus one wonders whether
Duke's musical idea can be consciously ex-
tended to the realms of government and
society? Is the orchestral idea no less worthy
of being a paradigm of government than the
human body? Consider the minute connec-
tion between Ellington and the brilliant col-
leagues that surrounded him, the interming-
ling and blending of diverse voices to create
the shape of Duke's idea. And like Ellington
we have been blessed, blessed to have heard
him and to have helped create him.
Larry Neal 4/23/78
^Music is My Mistress by Duke Ellington
Drum 77
In Praise of the Coonville Brigade
The arrival of Africans in the Western
World changed more than a few things in
America. The Africans' ability to synthesize
their own diverse cultures and to
transform— or personalize— the values of
whites and Indians, resulted in a new facet
of human experience. An American cultural
militia was formed, a militia that fought
many campaigns against the European con-
ventions that could not speak to the realities
experienced by African-Americans of that
era. The changes affected by those African-
Americans in American music, humor, and
dance is a significant part of this country's
culture, just as the Jews and Germans have
affected European thought over the last two
hundred years.
I choose to call the African- Americans in-
volved in those changes the Coonville
Brigade partially because the name is
huniorous, and partially because I envision
an assemblage of musicians and dancers
marching in constant rag tag, elegant and
arrogant review, extending from sawers of
plantation fiddles to manipulators of the
many buttons on saxophones, from "pattin
juba" to Diane Mclntyre. They are the war-
riors who have won more international
respect and sparked more international
emulation than any other single group of
American performing artists.
African-Americans have been at the in-
tersections of American development since
their arrival: changing the way people
season and cook their foods, how they
walk, talk, listen to, sing and play music.
And simultaneously, African-Americans
have been influenced by the improvisational
nature of America. It is a country that
evolved through invention and adaptation.
It is the musical arena that the Coonville
Brigade has made its most obvious impact,
not only in the development of the Spiritual,
but in maintaining fresh ideas and percep-
tions of popular music and art. It is very dif-
ficult to imagine popular song, from
Stephen Foster to the present, without
thinking of those African-Americans who
ignited that first spark. (Though it is just as
important to know that there were black
composers in the 19th century who were
quite popular during the rage of the "Ethio-
pian Airs.") In high art there is the music
known — some might say misnomered — as
jazz, which has been responsible for innova-
tions in form, harmony, melody, and in-
strumental technique. The innovations of
black musicians have allowed us, in the 20th
century, to hear trumpets, saxophones,
basses, trombones, drums, flutes, even syn-
thesizers, very differently than they were in-
tended to be heard. In fact, the saxophone
has replaced the strings (violin and cello) as
an instrument of intricacy and sensitivity; it
does for American music what those other
instruments did for European concert music.
Statements like those above are often
dismissed as self-defensive, ignorant ran-
tings, or chauvinistic by the cultural politics
encountered in most academic institutions.
Many others know very little about the
sources of the styles to which they have
become so accustomed. They might think,
for example, that there were indeed drum
majors in Europe who knew how to strut
while twirling and catching their batons.
They would, as Martin Williams pointed
out, be surprised to find that the true
originators served in the Coonville Brigade.
When we think of the many, many con-
tributions that have come from members of
the Brigade, we can better understand the
heroic possibilities of human life. We can
better understand Duke Ellington's dictum:
"The good thing about a problem is that it
allows you an opportunity to invent
something better than you were given." And
all the medals of honor are all those com-
plimentary extensions of those innovations.
Stanley Crouch
78 Drum
SAID IT WOULDN'T TAKE FOREVER
WITH DEEPEST HUMILITY SOME IMPRESSIONS OF THE
MAESTRO EDWARD KENNEDY ELLINGTON
PRESSED AGAINST THE CRESCENT I VAMPED
BREATHED THE SONGS OF MY PEOPLE
AND BUILT A PRAYER
TOOK WHAT FAMILY GAVE ME I TOUGHED
SWEETEN ALL THE SORROWS OF OUR SADNESS
AND MADE THEM A SYMPHONY
I AM THAT NOTE YOU SAW IN TEARS *
THAT KEY YOU LOST
THAT MYSTERY YOU ARE LOOKING FOR ^.^^
BE SHAMED NOT OF THE UNKNOWN
FOR SATURDAY NIGHTS AND SUNDAY MORNINGS
NEVER LIE
HELD COURT WITH THE HOUND DOG'S BAY
HAD HIGH TEA WITH THE TRAIN'S WHISTLE
WITH GOD'S PERMISSION
WAS CHOSEN TO BE THE AMBASSADOR OF STYLE
IN ORDER TO BRING OUT IN OURSELVES
THE MOST SACRED
NEATH THE SHADOW OF THE ANGEL'S WING
I HONED THE CRITIC'S PEN
OBLIGED THE GRIOTS AND RAZOR SKATED
I AM THAT STEP YOU MUST NOT MISS
I AM THAT HUE WE ARE
WELCOME TO THE COURT OF
THE DUKE OF ELLINGTON
BILL HASSON
© 1978
Courtesy Duke Ellington Center, New York City
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NOTES ON CHANO POZO
by Jorge Medina
Those of us that are into contem-
porary Afro-American music,
whether we call it jazz, fimk, disco.
Salsa, or Brazillian, have realized
that the last few years has brought
an intensive exchange of ideas and
styles between Afro-American and
Latin-American Musicians. Two
good examples are Gil Scott-Heron
and Eddie Palmieri. The reasons
for this are many, but it is essential
for us to realize that no matter
what the modern influences and
processes are, one thing is certain:
our music — Salsa, Afro-American,
Carribbean, or whatever — is
similar today because of a common
heritage, our common roots.
North and West Africa have
greatly influenced not only New
World, or American music, but
have also helped to mold the music
of people from throughout the
world. Eastern people, like the
Arab and Islamic people, may also
make the same claim. Prior to the
discovery of the Americas,
southern Spain was a center of
Islamic culture from the seventh to
the sixteenth century. As such,
there was a diffusion of Islamic
music and thought to the rest of the
world.
A more recent period, the 1930's
to the present, offers us several
musical talents that helped
stimulate the type of exchange
about which we are talking.
Machito and Mario Bauza, Afro-
Cuban greats, and Duke Ellington
and Charlie Parker of the Afro-
American culture, are among those
talents. Many others deserve
credit, including Stan Kenton, but
one figure in particular stands
out — the great Afro-Cuban percus-
sionist Chano Pozo.
Born in Cuba in 1915, Chano
Pozo was a third generation Latin-
American. His roots, therefore,
were firmly planted in the Mother
continent — Africa. Like most of us,
he was a victim of oppression, hav-
ing to face harsh conditions of
poverty and racism throughout his
life. The experience of going to
prison was not absent from
Chano's life, and he later became a
counselor for other inmates —
never having forgotten from
whence he came. Despite the
pressures (or perhaps due to them),
Chano became an expert inter-
preter and creator of Cuban music.
Pozo, whose real name was Lu-
ciano Pozo y Gonzales, played pro-
fessionally in Cuba for some time.
Like most artists, he held many dif-
ferent jobs — jobs that had nothing
to do with music. Nevertheless, he
maintained an impeccable and
highly creative style of Afro-Cuban
drumming, which many feel has
never been equalled. Before com-
ing to the United States, Poco, being
a member of a local Comparsa^,
participated in an Afro-Cuban
religious cult. This cult, called
Abakua, was a group whose beliefs
and practices were not much dif-
ferent from those held by the peo-
ple in West Africa.
New York, the center of Latin
and Afro-American music then and
now, was Pozo's first home here in
the States. Having been persuaded
to come to this country by Miguelito
Valdez, the famous Afro-Cuban
musician, singer, and composer,
Pozo arrived during a time when
Latin music was receiving a signifi-
cant amoxmt of attention. Musi-
cians like Machito, Mario Bauza,
and Vicente Sigler were enjoying
great popularity as they played
their Cuban and Puerto Rican
rhythms to thousands. Afro-
American music was also enjoying
much celebration. The big band era
had begun with the musical genius
of several Afro-American masters.
But the music was not the only
thing people were relishing; dances
like the "Swing," the "Conga," and
the "Mumbo," were all very
popular.
Chano Pozo met Dizzy Gillespie, a
jazz trumpeter and band leader,
sometime in the forties. Pozo "sat-
in" with Gillespie's orchestra and
was hired to work with the group
shortly thereafter. Afro-American
music, or Bop, began receiving
Latin influence via Chano Pozo.
Unlike Bauza, whose influence was
felt through musical arrangement,
Chano was one of the few who in-
fluenced the music as a partici-
pant. Like many Latin American
driunmers, he possessed rhythms
that were new and revolutionary to
many Afro-American musicians,
and drummers in particular. It took
a while for the Latin-Afro-
American blend to jell, but it was
not long before Bop rhythms in-
creased in complexity and
richness.
Latin-jazz or Afro-Cuban jazz
was being created. Chano com-
posed songs along these veins,
songs like Tin-Tin-Deo and Guachi-
Guaro, which was later recorded
by Cal Tjader and retitled Soul
Sauce. Other familiar tunes of the
era were Afro-Blue and Night in
Tunisia, as recorded by Charlie
Parker. Many of the tunes recorded
then can be heard at the jazz
festivals of today.
As too often happens with our
leaders, be they musical forerun-
ners, political activists, or spiritual
comforts, Chano Pozo died a yovmg
man. Having worked with Dizzy
Gillespie for a year, Pozo met his
death in a Harlem night-club.
Curiously enough, his death oc-
curred on the eve of the feast day
of his patron god. Change. ^
Much more can be said. We have
not really covered all of the give-
and-take that our musicians have
experienced between each other.
We are witnessing yet another
peak in the coming together of
Afro-American, Latin-American,
Salsa, and other African and New
World music. This coming together
on the stage, in the studio, concert
hall and on the dance floor reflects
our coming together as ONE
people. When we listen to our new
types of music, whether it be for
relaxing, boogying, or hustling, let
us remember folks like the legen-
dary Chano Pozo.
FOOTNOTES
^ These were community based non-
professional groups that practiced Afro-
Cuban Dance and Music. Their main activity
was preparation for competition in the An-
nual Comparsa festivals. Los Dandy was one
of the more popular of these groups.
^ Chango is one of the many gods or
"Orichas" of the Yoruba and other West
African religions. He is among other things,
god of the drums and father of all African
Drummers.
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for piano
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Was inspired by the poetry of Jean Toomer, Harlem Renaissance Poet. It is a structured im-
provisation for piano. There are two parts, both are connected by a motif in the bass. Part I, is
based on the following lines from the poem Evening Song:
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Part II,
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The interpretation of the music is left to the Performer. What I have written serves only as
reference for improvisation, and identification of the composition as specific melodically,
rhythmically, and with regards to form. Because improvisation is the goal of the music, the Per-
former is at liberty to choose tempo, dynamics, and length of performance. This is intended to
give the Performer space in which to make the music live by combining what I have written (the
composition), with how the Performer feels (his interpretation, and improvisations) about the
music.
I would like to thank the National Endowment For The Arts for helping to make the composi-
tion and publication of this music possible through assistance given to me in the form of a
Grant.
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by Janet Rausa
Sonia Sanchez is one of the most
talented, imaginative, and gifted
writers of this era. She is an
essayist, a playwright, a novelist,
as well as a poet. Her works have
been published in many periodicals
and anthologies throughout the
country. Of her many publications,
the books, We the BaddDD People,
It's a New Day, The Adventures of
Fathead, Smallhead, and
Squarehead, and A Blue Book For a
Blue Black Magical Woman; the
short story. After Saturday Night
Comes Sunday; and the plays,
Sister Sonji, and The Bronx is Next,
are more well known.
Ms. Sanchez is a graduate of
Hunter College and received her
doctorate degree in Himianities
from Wilberforce University in
1972. Since she graduated, Ms.
Sanchez has been instrumental in
setting up Black Studies programs
across the coimtry. She helped
establish the Black Studies pro-
gram at San Francisco State Col-
lege where the first Black Studies
courses were made available in
this country. She has taught
classes in Black English, the Black
Woman, and many other courses at
Rutgers University, University of
Pittsburgh, City College in New
York, the University of Penn-
sylvania, Amherst College, and is
presently teaching at Temple
University.
Like many other writers, when
asked how and when she started
writing, Ms. Sanchez said she had
been writing since she was a child.
Because she stuttered when she
was young, she started to write in
order to communicate effectively
with other people. She knew that
people wouldn't necessarily wait
for her to say what she wanted to
say; therefore, she started to write
down messages that she thought
were important to get across to
people. She grew accustomed to
writing down her thoughts and feel-
ings, and much of her ability to con-
vey those feelings through poetry
has stemmed from those early
years.
As far as her greatest source of
information is concerned, there are
many. One of Ms. Sanchez's main
reasons for writing is to "tell peo-
ple what is happening to them,"
and what "has happened to them."
She said that she has been inspired
by those people who have gone
before her and have tried to
achieve similar goals in their
writing. Ms. Sanchez also said that
she has been inspired by such poets
as Margret Walker and Gwendolyn
90 Drum
Brooks whose goals have been to
tell the truth about life and make
people aware of themselves and
their condition, and to show the
beauty of the Black face. She has
read many works by these and
other poets and has tried to cap-
ture their tradition of writing.
Another major source of inspira-
tion in her writing is children. Ac-
cording to Ms. Sanchez, "children
are so receptive to poetry and
truth." They are uninhibited and
free from the social pressures
which are placed upon them in the
Photograph by Debbie Lee
adult world. They have no fears
and reservations about life and
death, therefore they can believe
and accept the true feelings and
emotions that are present in much
of today's poetry. Many of her
children's stories and poems are
written for her own children, as
well as for other children that she
has met and grown close to.
When asked if there was any
relationship between the Nation of
Islam and her poetry, Ms. Sanchez
stated that every Black person
writing today has had a relation-
ship to the Nation of Islam. In the
50' s, Elijah Muhammad told his
people that they were Black and
they didn't respond to him. Blacks
didn't want to be told that they
were Black because at that time.
Black was considered dirty and not
nice. Their feeling of self worth
was lessened by being called Black.
It wasn't until the arrival of
Malcolm to the Nation of Islam that
their feeling of self worth came full
circle. Malcolm stood up and told
the Black people that they were
Black, and people started to listen
to him. He was a young, vibrant
speaker, and the people in the Na-
tion started to say, 'maybe we are
Black.' Malcolm made Blacks
understand their history and the
things that had happened to them
in this country. This was very im-
portant for the progress and
growth of the Black people as a
whole. "At this level," Ms. Sanchez
states, "every writer that says, 'I'm
a Black writer,' has had that rela-
tionship with Malcolm and the Na-
tion of Islam." He/she had been in-
spired to tell the Black people that
they are Black and show them what
it means to be Black in this coimtry.
Ms. Sanchez has foimd a variety
of poetic techniques useful in her
writing. She had read a lot of poets
and gotten many techniques from
the way those poets write. Like
most other poets, Ms. Sanchez uses
such techniques as imagery and
alliteration to create a certain feel-
ing or mood in her poetry. She has
written almost every form of poetry
imaginable; from the sonnet down
to the ballad and the haiku form.
Such things as Black english. Black
dialect, unusual punctuation,
slashes, and small letters are often
used to stimulate a certain feeling
or reaction from the poetry. She
also makes use of musical notations
and rhythm. In many of her poems,
there are notations to clap hands,
sing, or chant certain words or
phrases. Ms. Sanchez stated that
she uses every "element she
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knows; colors, water, sun, and the
sea." Everything she sees and feels
when writing, she incorporates into
her poetry.
Ms. Sanchez was once quoted as
saying she writes song poems.
When asked to comment on what
she meant by that, she stated that
she heard music when she wrote
many of her poems. For many years
she heard the music and was temp-
ted to sing her poems, but she never
dared to. At a reading not too long
ago, Ms. Sanchez took the chance
and sung part of a poem. It worked.
A new life and feeling was given to
her poetry. From that point on, the
singing, chanting, clapping, stutter-
ing, and tapping were considered
an important part of her poetry.
Special notations for music and
sound effects were essential to ful-
ly luiderstand and feel her poetry.
Rhythm is especially important
in her children's stories. Ms. San-
chez stated that there is a lot of
rhythm and movement behind her
children's "stuff." "You can hear
clapping in the background and it's
like a song." The rhythm creates a
feeling of lightheartedness and
playfulness which coincides with
the whole idea of children and
childhood.
When asked about the possibility
of writing an autobiography, Ms.
Sanchez's main comment was, "I'm
too young to write one." She feels
that not enough has happened to
her at this point in her life to write
an autobiography now. Ms. San-
chez stated that the best time to
write an autobiography is when
"you've reached that point in your
lifetime when you tie up all that has
happened to you and you can let
people know how you've found
yourself in the world." She stated
that she needed more time to find
herself.
As for the possible structure and
writing of an autobiography when
the time comes, Ms. Sanchez said
that she would probably wait to a
point in her life when she could see
exactly what her life has meant.
Then, with the help of a diary that
she has kept for years, she would
start from her early childhood and
explain how she got to that point in
her lifetime.
Some people feel that the mean-
ing of a poem changes when it is
read aloud by the author as op-
posed to being read silently by the
reader. When asked how she felt
about that, Ms. Sanchez said she
didn't agree. The 'feeling' gotten
from the poem may change because
of the different emphasis put on dif-
ferent words by the author, but the
meaning of the poem remains the
same. Ms. Sanchez feels that there
is a private relationship between
the reader and the poet during a
reading that creates the meaning
and feeling of a poem. She feels
that it is important for a reader to
Hsten to a poet's reading and then
go back and read the poem
him/herself remembering the way it
was read by the poet. By doing so,
the reader gets his own feeling
from the poem as well as the
writer's, and combined, the reader
gets a 'total' feeling. Ms. Sanchez
feels that there can be a variety of
feelings gotten from just one piece
of poetry. There is no one 'way' to
imderstand a poem or one 'feeling'
gotten from a poem, that is more
important than any other. It is the
combined emotion which creates
the meaning of a poem.
According to Ms. Sanchez,
"Poetry is universal." It is
something that people all over the
world can read and enjoy. No mat-
ter what shape, form, or language
poetry is found in, it leaves the
reader with a certain feeling and
emotion that is known the world
round. Although every individual
who reads poetry gets a very in-
dividualistic feeling from it
based on their own past ex-
periences, there is an overall warm
and gentle feeling that remains in
the hearts and souls of everyone.
Poems written by Sonia Sanchez
are no different. The deep feeling
of warmth and love remains
whenever one listens to her read
her poems aloud, or reads them in
their own silence.
THE CASE OF LIZ YOUNG
AND KENNY CHIN
by Debbie Lee
Elizabeth Yoimg and Kenneth R.
Chin, who is currently an En-
vironmental Health major at the
University of Massachusetts in
Amherst, were taken into custody
by the Secret Service on October 4,
1975. The news headlines flashed
that the Secret Service had aborted
a suspected assassination plot
against Emperor Hirohito of Japan.
At that time. Emperor Hirohito was
making a historical first visit to the
United States.
After making international news
with this arrest of the Chinese-
American couple, the Secret Ser-
vice quietly handed them over to
the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco
and Firearms for prosecution. The
Secret Service had found no
evidence to support and charge
them with any kind of violation.
The Government first placed Liz
on trial alone. The charges were
for conspiracy and transport of a
firearm illegally into New York
from California (this firearm was
the alleged potential danger to the
Emperor.) Liz was acquitted of the
conspiracy charge. There was a
himg jury on the second charge
because the jurors could not come
to an agreement on the illogical in-
terpretation of the residence
clause of the Federal Gun Control
Act of 1968 given them by the
Judge.
The government then decided to
place Liz and Kenny on trial
together, for literally the same
charges that were placed on Liz
during the first trial. This time, the
jury was prompted to interpret the
term residence (from the residence
clause of the Federal Gtui Control
Act of 1968], as equated to domicile
by the Chief Judge Mishler. This
automatically rules out one of the
exceptions to the Gun Control Act:
a person may transport a firearm
across state lines if he has dual
residency. With the Chief Judge
Mishler' s new interpretation, this
clause no longer held in that court
since a person may only have one
domicile. At this second trial, the
jury fouind Liz guilty of illegal
transport of a firearm. They found
Kenny guilty of both conspiracy
and the illegal transport of the
same firearm.
Both Liz and Kenny (licensed
hunters] claim not guilty of
violating the Federal Gun Control
Act. Liz had bought the rifle with
legal identifications while in
residence in California. Liz was
moving from one state of residence
to another when she brought the
gim along with the rest of her
belongings to New York from
California. The Gun Control Act
makes the exception of transport-
ing one's personal firearm when
moving from one state to another.
According to an interview with
Liz, "The whole thing was what
they called selective investigation
and prosecution. The fact that I
have bought a rifle, I guess, gave
them the excuse for the original ar-
rest. Actually, the Federal Gun
Control Act has rarely been enforc-
ed. This law was basically enacted
to regulate commercial trade of
firearms across state lines. In fact,
about three months ago, there was
a feature article in New York
Magazine called 'Nice People Who
Owned Guns.' There was a picture
of this woman who was saying that
she went to Arizona and bought a
gun which she brought back to New
York with her. She didn't know that
there were any laws. Yet, nobody
arrested her. They pursued this
law vigorously as their justification
for their original action against
us."
It seems that at the time of
Emperor Hirohito's visit to the U.S.,
the Secret Service was under
tremendous pressure because of
the attempts on President Ford's
life by Lynette Fronune and Sara
Jane Moore. Once the Secret Ser-
vice had arrested Liz and Kenny to
so called prevent an assassination
plot on Hirohito's life, they could
not free them even though there
were no evidence to support the
charges. More headlines would be
made to question the Secret Ser-
vice's ability to do their job.
The question still remains as to
why the Secret Service picked Liz
and Kenny as their Scapegoats. Liz
offers some possible explanations,
"Both Kenny and I were very active
in the Chinatown community,
especially me, having been the first
woman director of a youth program
in Chinatown. Both Kenny and I
have been actively working in the
health field. We helped to organize
the first Chinatown health fair in
1971. . . , We were very vocal, that
made us good targets. People who
stand out are easy targets, this
doesn't mean people shouldn't
stand out and they shouldn't try to
change things."
"The only thing I can think of, is
they [Secret Service) are trying to
moke an example of us, I think that
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by arresting us, they were trying to
subdue and discourage the kind of
community activities and organiz-
ing that was happening in the
Asian-American communities,
something which is very new. So by
arresting two of the most active
local organizers and workers in
Chinatown, I think the Secret Ser-
vice thought that they may he able
to discourage other people from
getting involved."
From being involved in this case,
Liz has learned that, "We are stiJJ
minorities in the eyes of the legal
systems and judges. We were col-
ored people. It was a hard reality
we faced, but I have learned from
it. This was a lesson I can share, in
terms of the legal system, you have
to have a big name or lots of money,
or you ore of the white middle
class. Otherwise, you don't have a
chance unless you fight for it,
unless you moke sure and are
prepared to deal with what will
happen to you."
What happened to Liz and Kenny
is not unique in terms of the Asian-
American Community of the United
States. Other cases such as the ar-
rest of the Tarn brothers of Boston
a couple of years ago can be cited
where the law picked to arrest the
non-whites involved in an incident,
rather than the white-Americans.
Historically, Asian-Americans,
though an integral part of
American society, have been used
as scapegoats in times of mass
hysteria. Such outrageous acts are
exemplified by the mass round up
of Japanese-American citizens
along the West Coast during World
War II. They chose to encamp the
Japanese-Americans who were
never involved in any subversive
activities rather than the German-
or Italian-Americans who were
known to be involved in activities
against the Allied forces.
This case involving Liz and Ken-
ny showed not only the racist at-
titudes still rampant in the legal
system, but also its sexist attitudes.
"A s(;xi.s( ulf/liiilc was used to
reinforce the prosecution's
arguments. Also, if was a strategy
used by the judge to discredit my
lawyer who happens to be a
woman. In the first trial, the Judge's
attitude was not as hostile even
though he did say things like.
'You're just like my wife, you don't
listen'. But in the second trial, he
was obviously hostile towards her
by constantly doing things to moke
her look bod and incompetent. The
attitude was. what is a woman do-
ing in a court of law. and of course,
it reflected upon me as a defendant.
At one point, he made a snide
remark, 'What's a nice lady plumb-
er who happens to be a hunter do-
ing with a smoke bomb in her
blouse.' (Actually a hunting flare
for lost hunters.)"
"The whole sexism was on the
basic assumption that women don't
buy guns, women don't hunt. The
judge kept saying that it didn't mat-
ter if 1 was a hunter, he left it up to
the jury's own assumptions that
women don't buy guns because
women don't use guns."
Photograph by Edward Cohen
"This gets into my right to have
property, because the gun in ques-
tion was in my name. J had pul--
chased it and I had moved it when I
came back to New York. Yet, the
judge was able to tell the jury that
they could infer joint possession by
the fact that Kenny and I lived
together. Even though the gun was
in my name, the assumption was
that I must have 'done it' (bought it]
for Kenny because women just
don't act on their own behalf, so
Kenny had to be the mastermind
since women don't buy guns on
their own. . . "
"Another thing was the
residence issue. The fact is that I
am a very mobile person, having
lived in many places. The judge took
away my defense by refusing to
allow my father to testify in my
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behalf about how I went back to
California to stay this time. Once
this defense was disallowed in the
second trial the jury thought I was
just taking a pleasure trip to
California as opposed to what it
really was. They thought that I was
still hooked up to Kenny."
It was through the use of such
sexist attitude that the government
got away with holding a second
trial in which both Liz and Kenny
were convicted with violating the
Federal Gun Control Act.
Although both Liz and Kenny
were given three years probation
instead of imprisonment or a fine,
their names are forever smeared
as convicted felons in the eyes of
society. Both have gained public
support everywhere. But the
Supreme Court has refused to
review their case, even though the
solicitor general had declared that
there was no evidence to support
Kenny's conviction.
After almost two and a half
years of hard work trying to clear
their names Liz and Kenny are still
far from seeing such a miracle, in
face of the court's unwillingness to
review their case. "So far." Liz
puts it, "Our Jives are in Jimbo, we
haven't been able to plan anything
Jong range. . . "
"I am just beginning to Jearn how
devastating the effect on my health
has been from the case, the tension
and the pressure. I have developed
an irregular heartbeat. I have just
compJeted a whoJe series of car-
diac tests. . . I feel strongly that it
has been the trial. . . "1 have to
slow down, because if I don't take
care of it. . . , it may have a
deleterious effect on my health."
So now, both Liz and Kenny will
be slowing down their efforts to
clear their names, however they
will continue to fight, for their
rights and other Asian-Americans,
rights as citizens of this country.
For more information about the
case, please contact:
Young/Chin Legal Aid Committee
c/o Asian-American Resource
Center
199 Lafayette St.
New York, N.Y. 10012
Photograph by Debbie Lee
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STAFF
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Business Manager Carl Yates
Correspondence Kim Hill
Editor Cheryl L Crowell
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Staff Kelly Wright
Tony Crayton
Janet Rausa
Debbie Lee
Laverne D. Mitchell
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Dana DeBarros
Carmelo Medina
Cleora Francis
Nadine Kee
Karen Yuen
Antar Shakir
, Matthew McDonald
Sharleen Dickinson
Advisor Nelson Stevens
Professor of Art
W.E.B. Dubois Department
of African-American Studies
Special thanks to our dear Professor; Nelson, without you
it wouldn't have been the same.
Love,
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EV. MARTIN LUTHER
KING. Jr.
1929 — 1968
Tree at last, free at.last.
thank god almighty
i'm free at- last"
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