Before I was a mother, I was a mini-revolutionary. I say was, because I currently feel as if my politics are lost in a world of Elmo and potty-training… That is another story for another post, but after the loss of such a great writer in early January, I have been trying to form the most appropriate words to honor a man who’s work encouraged my own in the theatre and a man who later encouraged me personally, Amiri Baraka.
|April 21, 2008 – Amiri Baraka – Cherry Lane Theatre
I feel fortunate to have had a few meetings with Amiri Baraka over the last few years in the city. They were not at necessarily political events, nor did I experience a “militant” disposition. I found Mr. Baraka a very kind and gentle soul. He was encouraging and funny.
The first time we met was April 21, 2008 following a Master Class he gave at Cherry Lane Theatre, where his Obie-Award winning Dutchman
premiered in 1964.
There was so much he said that evening about theatre and working at the time that he had experienced. I wrote down so much of what he said that night. I guess his comment about Broadway Theatre being mundane was from a revolutionary mindset, but Broadway isn’t for everyone…
I learned a lot from him that evening, many things I had read in books, but hearing these words from the man himself was a completely different experience. He spoke about being able to grade your own work, and having to be a little arrogant to be an artist. The theatre is an exciting place and he knew that one could not write about boring topics and use boring language.
He spoke about working with music in one’s work, and being intrigued by words coming out of people’s mouths as a playwright, which is different than what happens with his poetry. He also spoke of leaving the village [downtown, NYC] after Malcolm X died.
He referred to the race issue in Dutchman as more of a class conflict
I sat next to an older woman and we chatted a bit before he began. I mentioned to her that I began writing because of Mr. Baraka. She knew Mr. Baraka and when he finished and there was the opportunity to shake his hand and say hello, I went up.
I had no idea what I was going to say. Plus, I stutter, so who knew what was going to come out! Luckily, my new friend that evening, Vinie Burrows, made the introduction.
|April 21, 2008 – Amiri Baraka – Playwrights Master Class at Cherry Lane Theatre
The next thing I knew, the 3 of us are at dinner in the area. I don’t even remember if I ate. How could I have ?! Dinner with people that literally paved the way for what I was doing in the city. Hard for some to believe, I know: but I did a lot of listening and not much talking that evening.
Mr. Baraka had given me his card that evening and I promptly emailed a Thank You.
I was more serious about my daily journal in those days. Some of my notes from that evening were:
[…] I am on the train [home], it is 10:55pm – Amiri Baraka took me to dinner. There are few people I’d be geeked to meet or who would turn me to tears… there was a moment when I almost started crying…it is so true about the serenity in my life.
“Advertisements” – he called my small plays. […]
Over the months and years that followed, I felt fortunate to be on his email list and receive a few encouraging exchanges about getting my work out there. I was even told that he commented about me and my reading series once, which to a young playwright in this city, where many can feel swallowed whole, means a lot.
The news of his death was sudden to me as it may have been to others having not known he was in the hospital. Some might say that we are to accept death as natural once a certain age is reached, but that doesn’t change how one feels when it happens. No one is prepared for death and I feel we have lost a great writer and thinker who was still very active in his own Newark, NJ community.
Mr. Baraka and I were a bit out of touch after I married and began a new life as a wife and mother, but I was thrilled when he met my husband at his Jazz Series this past fall. He was there to support his friend, Charles Tolliver. I emailed Mr. Baraka in October and received his usual thoughtful yet short reply, congratulating me on our daughter, and that was it… our last correspondence.
I am not blind to the controversy caused by much of Mr. Baraka’s work,
but that is not necessarily the man I met. I had directed his work, both staging poems and a production of Dutchman
with the Black Theatre Group I founded at Indiana University, Black Curtain, (on a predominantly white campus, no less)
The Black Theatre movement was because of this man and as a Black Playwright, it is important to know his work and to know the work that spans beyond theatre, as he was a Beat Poet prior to his work as a playwright. A favorite college English Professor of mine, Dr. Margo Crawford, really turned me on to the Black Arts Movement and I will be forever grateful. Dutchman
was one of my first introductions to LeRoi Jones
as a playwright while an undergraduate theatre student at Indiana University.
I was able to meet and spend time with one of the people that gave me the inspiration to continue in the theatre as a playwright.
Death does not change one’s past. It further solidifies one’s legacy
, and Baraka’s past is a colorful
one to say the least. I was under the weather the weekend, of his wake and Funeral. I was very disappointed I could not attend, but I honor him here and will never forget how he touched my life.
No matter what anyone has to say, Amiri Baraka was a brilliant writer and a unique voice for his generation and the ones that followed. He will truly be missed.
Happy Black History Month 2014