Saturday, February 23, 2008

William "Frantz" Shakespeare: an analysis of Shakespeare and the black figure (with James Schultz)


















In the old age black was not counted fair,
Or if it were it bore not beauty’s name;
But now is black beauty’s successive heir,
And beauty slandered with a bastard shame,
For since each hand hath put on nature’s power,
Fairing the foul with art’s false borrowed face,
Sweet beauty hath no name, no holy bower,
But is profaned, if not lives in disgrace.
Therefore my mistress’ eyes are raven black,
Her eyes so suited, and they mourners seem
At such who, not born fair, no beauty lack,
Slandering creation with a false esteem:
Yet so they mourn, becoming of their woe,
That every tongue says beauty should look so.
-Sonnet 127 by William Shakespeare

There have been more than a few folks that think Shakespeare was a brother. They point to his pre-occupation with the condition of Blacks in 17th Century Europe and the fact that he carried on a passionate love-affair with a Black courteson in the neighborhood near the globe theater. Whether this is true or not, it does not change the fact that as a writer and social scientist, Shakespeare's treatment of blacks and their condition is a theme that he circles back to in his plays. His sensitivity in dealing with the subject of his black characters and the challenges of their race, as a factor in the complexity of their lives is one of the most enduring positive characterizations of blacks in the history of theater.

“Until now people have assumed that the Elizabethans did not know people of color,” says Shakespeare and English Renaissance scholar Imtiaz Habib, a fellow who penned a book titled, " Shakespeare and Race", that takes a look at the social, political and cultural impact of Shakespeare's treatment of racial issues (as exemplified in his plays). Habib states, “We now have documented proof of the residences of black people, which must be reckoned into the colors of Shakespeare’s world, in a very literal sense. Shakespeare knew people of color. He walked through their neighborhoods every day.”

Habib’s research is valuable for the way in which his thorough examination of race and colonialism played out in Elizabethan society. As in the Black experience of the time, the first Blacks who were brought to new worlds (Porugal, England, Spain) as well as the new world (Brazil, the Indies, Cuba and America) these involuntary exiles were the forerunners of much larger numbers to come, yet, in the early years, the collision of race and culture had yet to take on the air of racism, oppression and exploitation (per se as systemetized and politically expedited) and more or less were an exoticism and fetish of style and inquiry.

Mr. Habib's book documents the fact that as blacks were gradually absorbed into society, they were given Christian names, acquired skills, and dispersed into roles as, usually, laborers, menial workers, servants, maids and, for the aristocracy, entertainers. This cultural integration as well as intrusion lead to a pre-duboisian "double-consciousness" as the firm identiy of Blackness was shaken through transport and assimilation, and yet, there was no yearning or disconnection to the extent that a separate or second consciousness had experience or necessity to form. A visible minority in Shakespeare’s London, blacks attempted to carve out lives for themselves in what must have seemed an often bizarre majority culture in which they found themselves ensconced.

However superficial a role race might play likely didn’t occur to Shakespeare. With a keen eye for human behavior and attentive to detail, Shakespeare must have spent time pondering the differences between cultures as he passed or interacted with blacks in regular sojourns to see friends, visit pubs and attend rehearsals or performances at the theaters showing his plays. Yet, it was his intense sexual relationship with the un-named black woman that scholar Habib believes was an experience that so affected Shakespeare that he went on to incorporate aspects of it in such plays as “Titus Andronicus,” “Othello,” “The Tempest,” “Antony and Cleopatra,” “Henry VIII,” “Pericles,” peripherally in “The Merchant of Venice” and “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” and explicitly and extensively in his sonnets.

Shakespeare’s black characters struggle between the twin dangers of cultural catalepsy and historical petrifaction; that is, between colonial subjugation and assimilation and anti-/post-colonial resistance. His tormented black characters are, of necessity, at once object and subject, feminized and patriarchal, demonized female and demonic male, victim and oppressor. This split position, Habib asserts, defines an unstable line between the sexualization of race and the racialization of sexuality in the dominant early modern English colonial discourse that both “writes” Shakespeare and is written by him.

Nevertheless, the black subject manages to mitigate that domination. Blacks resist and, paradoxically, whites come to depend on aspects of that resistance. “In exercising power, the colonizer ironically loses power,” Habib says. “He arrives; his technology is superior. He cannot be stopped. But he can be undermined over time.

By employing race in his plays, Shakespeare may ultimately have performed a great service. On one level, the fates of his black characters affirm cultural imperialism and the unfortunate pattern of one culture dominating and subsuming the other, yet, Shakespeare’s very depiction of cultural intersection offers hope that apparently intractable difficulties may eventually be resolved and by his placement of blacks so prominently within his plays, Shakespeare put persons of color into European culture, there to remain as a constant in racial discourse.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

"Perilous to us all are the devices of an art deeper than we possess ourselves."


We are in the age of the wizard...

not the age of the shaman...

there was once an alliance, a bond, until the wizard deceived the shaman, toppled him, seized the reigns of power and cast the shamans people into abject slavery.

The wizards and their spells, and their potions and their alchemy now hold full sway over earth.

chemistry, biology, physics, metallurgy, reproductive science, pharmacology, law, philosophy, agriculture... these are the perfected arts of the white man's wizardry.

through the use of their craft, they have been able to steal every inch of the earth, devise potions to change our very thought, create new creatures, plants, metals, fly to other planets and manipulate dna, the most hallowed possession of life itself.

but more importantly to humanity, they have been able to throw off the entire worlds non-white populace and doom it to dwell eternally in a state somewhere between purgatory and hell.

every craft they have mastered, has been bent upon their own tasks... they themselves control access to their schools of wizardry. one must study, believe in, and demonstrate a lust and reverence and specificity in purpose -an oath of allegiance to their craft- to gain admittance to their higher educational system.

meanwhile, the slaves, the serfs, the lowest class are doomed to dwell eternally in the muck and mire and effluvience that no longer is useful to their purpose.

"perilous to us all are the device of an art deeper than we possess ourselves."

Is it not true that the cutting edge of their science the very definition of that which we do not understand? does that lack of understanding not define the further direction of their quest? and yet, when we (people of color) choose to follow their road and path, and learn to wield and manipulate their tools and crafts to the detriment of ourselves and our fellow man, can we truly blame them? Or should we not rightfully blame ourselves? do we not have a responsibility to understand and delve into our craft, our humanity, which we have a birthright to, to understand ourselves and to possess our very selves to stem the tide of the wizards trickery and spell?

the wizard must be slain, his schools destroyed, his science burned and cast into an abyss never to arise again.

the unfulfilled promise of their art is that it will bring us peace, understanding and restore balance, and yet with every spell, we are brought one step closer to our doom. if a little bit is bad, then more must be better?

it has been said, in every tale of lore, that one day, the evil one will be toppled and the people made free again.

the promise will be fulfilled, must be fulfilled, if for no other reason, than all things being possible, the day of reckoning is but an eventuality. a promise that must be, and will be fulfilled.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Excerpt from, 1954's "The Negro People in American History" by W.Z. Foster


Upon assuming the office of President after the murder of Abraham Lincoln, Andrew Johnson immediately launched his drive for Southern Reconstruction. On May 29, 1865, only six weeks after Lincoln's assassination, he took the first step with his Amnesty Proclamation. Under this agreement, all persons who had participated directly or indirectly in the rebellion, save certain groups, would have all their rights and properties (except the ownership of slaves) restored to them upon taking a loyalty pledge...

A major fact stood out clearly in Johnson's scheme - Negroes were not to be extended the right to vote. The whole plan was aimed at restoring the ex-slaveholders to political power at once. This was what Johnson intended and also what happened in fact. As early as July 15, 1865 Engels wrote of this situation to Marx: "If things go on like this, in six months all the old villains of secession will be sitting in Congress in Washington"...

While thus "reconstructing" themselves, eight Southern states worked out Black Codes (and the rest developed similar procedures) to establish planter domination and exploitation of the newly-freed slaves. While not identical, they all ran along similar lines. Civil liberties were severely restricted. The ex-slaves, of course, had no votes and could not serve on juries. They were prohibited marriage with whites. They were denied the commonly-practiced right of bearing arms. Their right to own land was restricted. They could not act as preachers without licence. They were prohibited from introducing unasked among whites. Any white man could arrest a Negro. Elaborate work regulations were prescribed. Negro workers were known as "servants" and employers as "masters." working hours on the farm were from sunup to sunset. Infraction of labor discipline brought fines. Negroes who left before the expiration of their labor contracts could be arrested and returnd with all costs charged against them. The masters could whip workers under 19 age of age, and older workers by judicial order. Mississippi even rejected a resolution prohibiting slavery...

In all when Congress met on December 5th, 1865, from the Confederacy sat Alexander Stephens, vice-president of the Confederacy, four Confederate generals, five confederate colonels, six confederate cabinet officers and 58 confederate congressmen...

-W. Z. Foster
Once the war was over and slavery outlawed by the 13th amendment, amendments 14, 15 and 24 were necessitated by continuing violations of the rights of african american to exercise their citizenship.

1865 - 13th amendment
outlawing slavery

1868 - 14th amendment
everyone born in the u.s. is a citizen and is accorded all rights of citizenship
1 vote per man (no longer 3/5th rule)

1870 - 15th amendment
once again, all citizens are citizens regardless of former servitude (ex-slaves)

1964 - 24th amendment
no poll tax shall be required to vote

The Reality Pill


we are in a world gone crazy with drugs.

like a 60's futuristic spoof, there's a pill for everything.

it's interesting how much these movies, like soylent greet, thx 1138, 1984 and the like have really hit it on the head. the culprit used to be uppers and downers. celebrities, entertainers and people in the public eye would take these pills to modulate their mood. to get up for a show, or come down after a show. to deal with the stress and strain of a glorious existence. in times gone past scotch, wine and opium did the trick. let's face it, like is stressful. but is it really more different now? well, yes. we have become masters of reality. but in the mastering of reality, have we gotten a bit too smart for ourselves? has our understanding of the human condition, the human mind and the intricate minutia of day to day modern life and our own trickery and lust lulled us down a dark corridor of inescapable drug/pill and pharmaceutical dependence?

let's look at the trend. increasingly individuals are being diagnosed with bi-polar disorder, depression, psychosis, anxiety and post-traumatic stress..... what that is, i understand completely, what it is, and how it's being used, i'm not really sure. diagnosis has now become a warren-report type preoccupation with it's own grassy knoll, lay experts, magic bullet theorist and conflicting opinions of attribution, conspiracy, gunners, and the like. children are being diagnosed as attention deficit, manic, anxious, depressed, psychotic by parents who are working and not present... my god. what kind of world do we live in where children are now robbed of their varying mental states and the attendant power to make sense of a world gone mad?

it's been said that insanity is a sane reponse to an insane world. but, the whole debate can rage on and on until the entire rain forest of sanity is whittled down to a toothpick, and individually, we will not be able to arrive at any form of truth outside of our own ability to discern it. (?). that is to say, we can not impose a "super" reality or "better" reality than the sober one we wake with when we are on nothing.

in the realm of what is "real" we have no choice but to somehow, divine it from within as we interpret that which is without. reality is the best pill, the best treatment, even in it's worst form. if we felt no stress, no pain, no depression, no euphoria, no anxiety, no neurosis, no paranoia, heard no voices, saw no sights, could not conceive of any form of twisted fantasy, then "we" would no longer be human. even if we felt "high" all the time it would not be "better" than the opportunity for sobriety. The only real high, is the high of being alive and feeling alive and experiencing life, in all it's beauty and wretchedness. reality is the gravy on the mashed potatoes of the mind.

no crutch, no dimunition, no sunglasses, balm, tincture or spell, should be allowed to interfere with this. none should be relied upon.

i guarantee you, if we felt high all the time and had to take a pill to feel the sobering effects of reality, then we would all be addicts. what a sad world we would live in, where we would have to get high, to essentially not be high. and isn't that what we are trying to do? isn't that what is happening where a pill is available for us to take strip a level of feedback off of our lives? if we had to get high to be sober, we would work for this high, we would sell our bodies for this high. we would do anything we had to, to get this wonderous drug. for this drug could provide infinite layers of nuance and complexity upon our state of mind and existence, and could offer us infinitely telescoping perspecives of stunning detail and pristine focus on all aspects of reality, past, present and future.

when we really look at it, (and thank god we don't have to, to BE able to look at it) the only real gift there is to be given is the gift of reality. reality, begat existence, existence begat matter, matter begat the universe, the universe begat planets, suns, rocks, energy. and that begat life. and life begat the opportunity to experience reality.

we should be trying to give reality to someone, to each other, to ourselves and to life. and we should be trying to live in it to the best of our ability together, indivdividually and for all time. our sole pre-occupation shoudl be trying to get in tune with it to abide by it...

as mental health professionals, doctors, theorist, educators, politicians, artists, parents, friends, family members, leaders, simple beings, we should be giving this opportunity to one another, creating opportunities for it to exist, be given birth to, to persist. we should be contemplating and meditating on it's "reality" and meaning. we should be praying to the god of "reality' and the reality of "god".....

....and if we are on drugs, or psychotropic medication, then we are blotting out the very sun of existence.

in the event that debilitating illness is present, or inhuman suffering is being experienced, then yes, let's alleviate that. let's break though that, let's heal that, give compassion and understanding to that, throw love upon it, caring into it, attention towards it, assistance out of it's dark recesses with humanity, warmth and tenderness..... but let us always strive to give the opportunity for individuals to experiece their birthright reality, to their fullest, and allow individuals to shine their light and personhood upon the world.

Saturday, February 2, 2008

the age of moral impossibility


I had a discussion with someone last night that was pretty upset over how stupid president bush is; how the deficit is higher, the war in iraq, the veto's, the interpretation of presidential power, etc. To be honest, I'm not too tickled over the situation either. In the last few days I've reviewed the 100% stolen election in Florida in 2000 and in Ohio in 2004. The mismanagement of Iraq. The lies perpetrated to force the nation into the Iraq war, and the deaf, dumb and blind senate and congress that stood by while all of the lies were perpetrated and did absolutely nothing.
But, the real problem isn't president bush, or anyone else. It's us. Joe Blow. Global warming? exploitation of developing nations, the raping and pillaging of our lands, seas, resources.... does it really make any difference who the president is, or who lives or dies when the systems and way of life that remains are rancid to the core, unsustainable and doing more harm? so what if 5,000,000 people die of starvation this year, if the upshot of our consuming of the world and destruction of the environment is that potentially 500,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 humans that could have been born, never get the chance because the earth has been destroyed, used up, poisoned, depleted and rendered useless for the pursuits that are meaningful to humans and all of gods creatures?
We've got much bigger fish to fry than georgie and opec.
and no one has the right to point a finger as long as they ride in a vehicle, switch a light, peel back some plastic on some food, or product, wear sweatshop clothes, use pharmaceuticals, eat a speck of animal products, use detergent......
the age of moral impossibility signals a call to everyone to do it "together" for we have reached a point where it is impossible to do it singly, or even alone.