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A contemporary to Richard Wright’s Black Boy, I reread Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God. I was unaware of the discourse that compared the two until reading the forward of TEWWG written by Edwidge Danticat. In it, she discuses some of the criticism between the two works mainly considering the broader social focus of Black Boy, which deals with racism and poverty, versus the perceived individual focus of love and relationship dynamics in Their Eyes Were Watching God. Some found Zora’s focus on relationships during a civil rights dominant period to be frivolous. Reading the two books nearly back to back, I am not in that camp. It’s unfair to compare these works just because the authors are both black nor to punish one for writing on a fictional woman’s love life (that is still influenced by the concepts of social status, poverty and racism) over a more politically perceived theme. Both are needed in the same landscape. When maneuvering through the oppressive constructs of racism in various forms, Black people are still humans who deal with feelings and their own ways of governing each other. I remember reading an interview with the former President of Brazil, Dilma Rousseff, who described how, in her own detainment, prisoners developed their own ecosystem within that of the prison; and it’s something that I saw in Their Eyes Were Watching God. We see the normalization and even celebration of domestic violence, the importance of status and positive optics within the black community, and the search for fulfillment of a woman who was taught that being a kept woman was a higher value than love. These are observations of the rules Black people at the time had set for themselves under the umbrella of racial oppression. It confuses me as to why it wouldn’t be taken seriously, but I’m glad that Zora’s work eventually earned its recognition even if the greater part of its success was posthumously attained (give the people their flowers BEFORE they die!!).

The first time I read Their Eyes Were Watching God, I was a college student at Howard University. It wasn’t an assigned reading, I did so for pleasure. And I can’t remember what drew me to Zora Neale Hurston’s novel, but I do remember the copy I towed originally belonged to a family member. Other than that it might as well have appeared magically in my hands. A common occurrence.

On a warm day in Spring semester, I took my literary companion to a park bench to read. There, I was approached by a homeless man with curiosity. He just wanted to know about the book I was reading. I shared what I had read so far and, in turn, he shared how, due to his homelessness, he didn’t get many opportunities to socialize with people. He spoke of how he developed a dangerous addiction to a synthetic drug nicknamed “Scooby Doo” which had eventually lead him to killing someone. The man did his time, but when he got out, he no longer had family waiting for him. He spoke of his remorse and trying to get his life back together on his own. My memory of the book had more to do with this encounter than with the actual book itself. Years later here I am, a nomad with more experience in life, with little to rely on and no home to go back to. I thought of this man, hoping he was able to turn things around and inspiring me to pick up the same book that brought us together.

I was a completely different person reading this the second time around. It all seemed new and closer. I now knew what it all really meant, to be kept, to want, to search, to love, to be hurt and still love, to end and start over….And to have folks all up on your business, gossiping for gossip sake (I say only half jesting).

Janie was a romantic who found herself in what seemed like a business arrangement in her first marriage. In a scene of the book, she even goes crying back to her grandmother asking when the love will come only to be met with the practicality. He had land and didn’t beat her. But that wasn’t enough for her. Chasing feelings, she runs off with a smooth talking man with an eye for business and a hunger for status, but the butterflies didn’t last and she ends up in a loveless and abusive marriage. After his death, she runs off with a younger man who makes her feel brand new, only to be met with more hardship and abuse, but at least there was love.

I remember reading an article about the Western view of relationships, and how basing them off of love is why relationships struggle. I agree, that love alone isn’t a strong enough foundation, but I’ll be darned if it’s not a major ingredient. The real question is at what cost? Are the highs of love worth abuse? Janie’s Mr. Right ended up being Teacake, the younger gentleman, who upon moving in together, steals her money to run off gambling (he does return the money) and still ends up hitting her (with the applause of his peers). It’s beautiful to watch a couple grind together and stay united in their struggle, but we are also confronted with things that are obviously not ok. However, that’s the difficult reality of it all. The idea that we don’t always get to pick the challenges within “struggle love” and we often accept more than what’s good for us.

 The book was a whirlwind as strong as the storm that swept up Janie’s home in Florida. Although I stand by my defense of its important subject matter, I do understand why some people would comment on the fact the Janie’s story was only about her relationship to men. I see that. I think I personally enjoyed the book because of the particular message I needed (after wading through the toxicity). It was a sign to pay whatever peanut gallery no mind, stand by your decisions and start again if need be. We’ve been through some ish and it’ll be ok.

 

 

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Spoiler Alert:

Black Boy is an autobiography written by Richard Wright. With added fictional elements, he narrates his impoverished life in Jim Crow South as well as the different kind of struggle he endures when relocating up North.

 To be honest, I didn’t expect to enjoy the novel as much as I did. I was originally attracted by the artwork on the cover, unaware of the author or any of his previous work, and so I had started it without any expectations. But Wright went through some STUFF: abuse, extreme poverty, racism, death of a loved one as well as confrontations with religion, political ideology, and peer acceptance. I found it remarkable that he was able to tackle what really is a series of trauma so poetically and how self referential it was. Within the story, he talks about his journey teaching himself how to read and write as a path to freedom all while the reader is holding one of the fruits of his labor. Regardless of whatever parts were embellished, reading how much he overcame to make the very book I was reading was one of the things that drew me in so completely.

Fair warning, there is a lot of talk about racism in Black Boy. It was such a huge part of his reality, so of course it would be one of the main themes. But what I find unique about his experience was his admittance of not being able to follow the conventions of the time. He wasn’t good at racism, he couldn’t play the game as successfully as his peers and was often punished for it by white people and ostracized by his own. I’ve heard of the “uppity Negro”. It is a label that has survived in a form to this day. I’ve also, of course, heard about the defiant activist. Those are the main figures we learn in school. But what fascinated me was that Richard Wright in his days as a youth seemed to be neither. He was just someone who couldn’t do it and that’s the first time, I’ve heard racism experienced in that way.

The book is broken into two parts, part one of his time in the South and part two when he moved up North with the anticipation of a better life only to be met with more racism and strife disguised in a city boy outfit. It’s laughable in a somewhat dark sense because as I was reading this, I was making my own long train journey from the South to the North (although with obviously better conditions). But his story does remind me of my modern experience growing up in Virginia and moving to New York for school. I grew up in an area where the romanticized Confederate presence can still be found. I would have run-ins here and there that were stained with racism, however, they were often more covert. Dealing with cops following me home with their lights on, people crossing the street when they saw me, mother’s shielding their children from me, being denied services because they didn’t believe I lived in the neighborhood, and the multiple instances of groups chanting nigger were not things I expected to confront in the Yankee North. But I did and the feeling of false advertisement made it sting even worse. It’s interesting how the same sentiment can be expressed 60 years apart.

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Another pervasive theme of the novel was hunger. The book was actually originally titled American Hunger, but was changed in its final compilation. American Hunger could be considered a double entendre, given that literal hunger pangs are a background character to many scenes written in the novel, so is the figurative hunger for knowledge and for a decent life. The majority of his youth contended with the clashing of the two. Having to grind while chronically hungry is a story that echoes across generations. As someone who deals with periods of food insecurity while chasing the impossible, learning of his eventual success as a writer and playwright felt like a collective win even if it doesn’t change one’s own odds.

I’ve come to learn that “success” is calculated from variable parts hard work, skill, and luck, and one doesn’t necessarily compensate for the others. However, if there was ever such thing as deserving, it would look like Wright’s come up. His childhood was robbed by survival and he was mostly surrounded by adults who didn’t know how or couldn’t nurture him as he was. His neglect by adults can be exemplified by his alcoholism before even entering school age. As a result, he started hustling young. Though his go getter attitude is admirable, even astonishing, I couldn’t help, but to feel that’s not how life is supposed to be despite the realities of what it was/is for him and many. It makes me think of the harms of hustle culture and how focusing on the hustle inevitably leads to the stunting of some other facet in life. His luck was that he made it out, it opened up a whole new world of culture and travel, but his old workmates weren’t standing with him. Realistically, most were either still hustling or dead.

 One interesting turn towards the end of the book was his introduction to Communism. He ended up befriending some young communists and joining them as a member and one of their writers. The time of reading Black Boy coincided with me being invited to a Communist meeting myself. Communism is often depicted as a scary threat to freedom, we’re taught to view “comrades” as irrational, dangerous authoritarians, but my experience was rather pleasant. Regretfully, I don’t remember the name of the exact text that was discussed in the meeting, as my own copy ended up getting ruined in the rain during my travels, but it was a pamphlet guide on the ideals of communism as well as comments on some of the faults of man. In its brevity, it talked about universal subjects like group dynamics and the openings for dysfunction, the need for discipline, and spreading of the doctrine. When discussing with my friend, there was a comfortability and air of mutual respect when sharing the things I did/didn’t agree with. During the larger meeting, there were no qualms when I expressed my attendance was more so an openness than a full endorsement. Although the experience of Wright did not finish as smoothly, what I found in common outside of the ideology itself was the ferocity of youth and the audacity to suggest different.

Interestingly, in the afterward of the novel, which summarized his adult years, Wright continued a tumultuous relationship with the Communist Party and had believed that his involvement with the party put him under the suspicion of the US government. He talks about spies and being followed, and if you read my thoughts about the biography of Malcom X, you’d know the merit of allowing these type of conspiracies the benefit of plausibility. But touchingly, his epilogue highlighted the divergence from his former life. He went on to be exposed to a whole new world, an international stage. When returning decades later to meet his father, who had abandoned the family when Wright was a child, he found him in the same spot, a worn farmer.

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The Autobiography of Malcolm X https://unphased.space/autobiography-of-malcolm-x/ https://unphased.space/autobiography-of-malcolm-x/#respond Mon, 25 Mar 2024 00:57:39 +0000 https://unphased.space/?p=893 The Autobiography of Malcolm X Read More »

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Sometimes we have to go digging ourselves in order to gain our own understanding instead of relying on parroted perception. We may find consensus, or we may stumble upon a different perspective. A while back I read The Autobiography of Malcolm X and wanted to discuss my thoughts. The autobiography was released in 1965, retelling events in his life from his early years in the 1920s to his untimely death in 1965. And in reading it, all I could think about was how ain’t ish changed. Y’all ain’t ish changed; at least, not in some pretty interesting ways.

One example of how ain’t ish changed is the ways in which individuals, groups and organizations seen as a threat to the status quo are brought down and how members themselves willingly and unwillingly play a part. These methods tend to involve devised internal division, discrediting, intimidation, and assassination. In The autobiography of Malcolm X, Malcolm himself takes us through all these methods with an eerie level of self awareness starting with his time in Nation of Islam (NOI). When building NOI programs and hosting events, Malcolm acknowledges how some of the attendees could be infiltrators sent to spy. Not an outlandish idea. They had quickly gotten the attention of the local authorities and media in New York through bold acts against unjust policing, an equally bold stance on Black liberation, and their growing number of supporters; and with that attention, a target was placed on them.

Later on, Malcolm X talks about how he was essentially ostracized from the Nation of Islam through rumors attacking his character which seemingly circulated from people’s jealousy and paranoia. His perceived favoritism from the Honorable Elijah Mohammed and the media as well as misperceptions of his wealth were used to fuel dissent among members. And it is probable that this dissent was stirred or fueled by government plants and provocateurs. It’s actually heartbreaking seeing it play out line by line in the book, reading the praises he spoke of his teacher and chosen family, the caution he took with his position, and the pride in fulfilling duties for the Nation especially when one knows how it turns outs. He explains the ways in which he tried to back off from the spotlight in service to his devotion to the organization and the greater mission as well as his frustration and sadness when none of it mattered in the end. He was excommunicated.

After his departure from NOI, Malcolm X eventually started his own organization, the Organization of Afro-American Unity (OAAU). During this time,he and his family were being followed, receiving death threats,and less conspicuous acts of intimidation which he originally assumed was from his former organization. But as time went on, he also suspected that this, too, could be the work of outside influence, more specifically government involvement. Malcolm grew increasingly uneasy, a change even noted by author Alex Haley who is responsible for interviewing X over the course of years and compiling his autobiography. This highlights the pervasive and sinister effects of psychological warfare. It is designed to throw you off, affect your sleep, your sense of safety your sense of reality, your decision-making, and trust in your allies, but what’s even scarier is without the number of witnesses and evidence, the traits he displayed could have easily been written off today as schizophrenia, psychosis, or some other psychological disorder. Schizophrenia is characterized by ideas of grandeur, paranoia, and aggression things that can be evoked if one was in fact being targeted and can be used to discredit one’s account of the very real things that were happening to them.

Instead, they tried to discredit him in another way, by painting him as a symbol of hate, anger, and ironically racism. In labeling him a villain, it effectively limited the reach of his message due to an almost instinctual defensiveness that causes one to eschew an entire argument based on the perceived character of the speaker. Malcolm X may have used the term “White Devil” a lot, but one of his greatest strengths rested in his ability to articulate cause and effect. That being the cause of the Black man’s strife and how it can lead to anger, hatred, and other ends whether deemed “justifiable” or not. Another strength was his ability to change his view based on new information. After his first trip to Mecca, Malcolm X took on a noticeably less extreme view on interracial relations after experiencing what equality could look like across nations, races, and languages for perhaps the first time in his life. It caused him to reevaluate what he meant by “White Devil”. He concluded that “White Devil” had little to do with skin color, but mentality. It describes those who uphold White supremacy and deny the Black man’s humanity. And he understood in a global context that anyone’s humanity can be denied. In one of my favorite quotes by Malcolm X, he eloquently states “I am for truth, no matter who tells it. I am for justice no matter who it’s for or against. I am a human being first and foremost, and as such I am for whoever and whatever benefits humanity as a whole.”

It’s this Malcolm that often gets buried by media of all colors. The persona they gave him was something he couldn’t shake. Not in his lifetime nor after. He pretty accurately predicts how he would be remembered posthumously in saying “You watch. I will be labeled, at best, as an irresponsible black man” when referring to his leadership. And so it became. To this day, Malcolm is often compared to Martin Luther King as two major civil rights figures symbolizing violence versus peace, respectively. However, I find that to be a gross oversimplification. El Hajj Malik El-Shabazz was a master teacher and life-long student. His tongue lashed like a double edged sword, but behind the sharpness of his words were history lessons, philosophical observations, a demand for recognition of the Black man’s humanity and for more Black people to demand it of themselves. He preached self defense (not violence), economic power, political power, and self sufficiency to combat a biased system. He was a debater. He was confident enough in his stance that he welcomed challenges to his ideas. It only helped develop and strengthen his position. With wisdom came his ability to wield his anger and frustration with precision. He was a coalition builder. X sought to organize with whomever genuinely shared his vision of equality regardless of race, ethnicity, nationality, or religion. In a speech, Malcolm once said “Islam is my religion, but I believe my religion is my personal business. It governs my personal life and my personal morals. And religious philosophy is personal between me and the God in whom I believe. Just as the religious philosophies of others is between them and the God in whom they believe.”

He was more than a militant. And it reminds me of how we treat many public figures, even people in our personal lives, today. Sometimes, we tend to have difficulty looking past public personas, our personal perceptions, or even memes to fully appreciate human complexities. Furthermore, in attempts of accountability, the public tends to not be too forgiving or open to the fact that people change and expand. This has been a problem during the internet age where every moment is memorialized, but seeing it happen decades before the dawn of the world wide web makes it really hit home that ain’t ish changes.

Malcolm X was not the first nor last person to be subjected to this style of takedown. Leaked and declassified files from the FBI led initiative COINTELPRO (1956-1971) describe in detail how these tactics were used to systemically destabilize civil rights groups and other, often peaceful, social movements including OAAU, Nation of Islam, the American Indian Movement, the Puerto Rican Nationalist Party, and Black Panther Party. The documents detail infiltration, wire taps, covert operations and more. And to think it ended during this era would be naive optimism. Prominent figures including activists, celebrities, and politicians are believed to have been surveilled well into the 21st century with national intelligence agencies being caught several times. Surveillance is a powerful tool that has historically been used maliciously at will, giving great cause for concern especially when victims don’t always get justice. Political prisoners such as Mumia Abu Jamal are still in jail and it leaves room for plausible theories around some coincidentally timed public takedowns. The scary thing is, these are only accounts of some of the more prominent figures. Due to the effectiveness of these methods in neutralizing dangerous minds and the repeated examples of the governments willingness to use them on movements of social change even peaceful ones (MLK), one can only speculate the number of people impacted that don’t make the headlines; the ones locked up, unnecessarily drugged, and/or bullied into dysfunction.

It also reminds me of the most recent US civil rights movement, the Black Lives Matter movement (BLM) which started in 2013 following the killing of Trayvon Martin. Surveillance was used in protests following, although we do not know to what extent. In 2015, it was discovered that at least 10 FBI surveillance flights were conducted over the city of Baltimore alone from March 29 to April 3rd following the death of Freddie Gray. Flight footage was only publicized after the ACLU requested transparency under the Freedom of Information Act, however, the reason for the surveillance and what the footage was used for remains unclear.

The BLM movement died down some time after, but was revived following the highly publicized killings of several unarmed Black People by police in 2020 and 2021. Naturally, many of us took to the streets, but this too was reminiscent of some of the experiences described in the the book. In Malcolm X’s autobiography he calls the 1963 March on Washington the “farce on Washington”. The march required permission from the government through a permit, featured celebrity guest appearances, had live performances, and was televised. He felt the march was turned into a spectacle and, thus, rendered harmless, like a parade. When things begin to cater to the masses over the honest voice of the minority, the message can often be subdued. Even John Lewis had to edit his speech for the march after being accused of coming off too militant. And not to diminish the efforts of BLM, but once we had Congress kneeling with kente cloth sashes and the BLM slogan synonymous with bumper stickers, restaurant windows, and categories on streaming sites, I knew it was over. Meanwhile, according to Statista, not only have the number and disproportion of Black people killed by police not changed, but the overall number of people killed at the hands of police have increased. The BLM movement was also believed to be subject of infiltrators and provocateurs in order to discredit the movement by inciting looting and violence during protests with several reports claiming that plain clothes agents were often a part of crowds to instigate its escalation and was further discredited when information leaked of the founders using donation money for personal use.

So if ain’t ish changes, what does this mean for future social movements? These destructive tactics have been perfected over the course of who knows how long. The success of any future social movement that aims to shake the status quo depends on recognizing these patterns and responding (or not) in appropriate ways. And I think one of the reasons the Autobiography of Malcolm X is so important, and likely why he was seen as such a threat, it that he demonstrates his ability to recognize and navigate these patterns so well. His actions exemplify what it means to adhere to a set a values as to not discredit oneself or movement. Provocateurs are meant to provoke reaction and trigger you to turn on allies so recognizing what the desired reaction is and practicing self control is key. So is maintaining a calm nervous system. Paranoia, anxiety, lack of sleep can all affect decision making skills as well as reactivity and overall well-being. It means being willing to be apart of a coalition, understanding that allies do not need to mirror you. Inflated differences and manufactured beefs are often used to polarize groups with otherwise the same goal.

These were messages that he preached a lot, especially in his later speeches. And it wasn’t just talk. Malcolm X vocalizes multiple times in his autobiography his disdain of how organizations and camps of Civil Rights leaders are pressured to turn against each other when they often have the same goal. He made the conscious effort not to attack or diminish the Nation of Islam’s work because he knew that’s what “the man” and “the media” wanted. This also means recognizing the importance of putting ideology over class. Malcolm X was able to speak to everyone from the “street cats” he grew up with to the multiple degree holding professionals. He understood how the system effects everyone and class division unneedingly disjoins two things required for a successful movement: resources and numbers.

To achieve success means being comfortable with being uncomfortable. Being able to handle transparency, confrontation, difference of opinion and triggers without jeopardizing the greater mission. Malcolm X enjoyed debating. Not just for the sake of being right, but he understood the value it had in expanding his views. He would even speak of people who he debated against who he respected and felt had respect for him despite their opposite stances on issues. Offense wasn’t trauma, disagreement wasn’t shied from. It was iron to sharpen one’s mind and work towards coming to a greater solution. To be able to set aside ego, who gets credit, favoritism, and the like is to overcome many natural human tendencies, but it’s also not surprising that Malcolm X displayed many of these. And that’s what made him so dangerous. Anyway, y’all read the book.

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