Amiri Baraka: Poet on Fire (1934-2014)
![Left to right: Amina Baraka, Iyaluua Ferguson, Suzanne Ross, Larry Holmes, Amiri Baraka and Herman Ferguson demand freedom for Mumia Abu-Jamal, Harlem, 2008.WW photo: Anne Pruden](https://www.workers.org/wp-content/uploads/2014/01/mumia_baraka_0130-300x227.jpg)
Left to right: Amina Baraka, Iyaluua Ferguson, Suzanne Ross, Larry Holmes, Amiri Baraka and Herman Ferguson demand freedom for Mumia Abu-Jamal, Harlem, 2008.
WW photo: Anne Pruden
Jan. 10 — The name Amiri Baraka has been known to me since my teens, when I was a member of the Black Panther Party.
His name was often linked with that of Dr. Maulana Karenga (credited with founding Kwanzaa) of the Los Angeles-based US Organization, which began as competition with the L.A. Black Panthers for influence in Black L.A., and evolved into a deadly feud between enemies, aided and abetted by the maliciousness of the F.B.I.
But Baraka posed an intriguing figure, for he radiated both love and rage, funneled through his poems, which pulsated with revolutionary fire.
He was born in 1934 in Newark, N.J., as Everett LeRoy Jones, and became a rising star of the Beat Era in the East Village of New York.
When he joined the U.S. Air Force, he found a revelation in books, while traveling in Chicago. He saw a bookstore with a green door (called the Green Door) and within he had an epiphany. In his 1984 autobiography, [“The Autobiography of LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka”] he wrote: “Something dawned on me, like a big light bulb over my noggin. The comic strip idea lit up my mind at that moment as I stared at the books. I suddenly understood that I didn’t know a hell of a lot about anything. What it was that seemed to me then was that learning was important. I’d never thought that before.” (pp. 343-344)
That moment spurred him on to seriously read, study and enlarge his understanding, not for a grade, but for the simple “joy” of learning. He gorged himself on books on all kinds of subjects — poetry, history, statistics and beyond.
In July 1960, he would hit another “turning point.” He went to Cuba. In his 1966 essay, “Cuba Libre,” he recounts his reaction to harsh criticism of the U.S. Empire, saying, “I’m a poet … what can I do? I write, that’s all. I’m not even interested in politics.”
A Mexican poet, Jaime Shelley, responded acidly, “You want to cultivate your soul? In the ugliness you live in, you want to cultivate your soul? Well, we’ve got millions of starving people to feed, and that moves me enough to make poems out of.”
That trip radicalized him and his poetry, and spurred him on to Black cultural nationalism, revolutionary nationalism, Marxism and the building of Black community organizations.
The impacts of learning and Cuba kept him seeking the correct synthesis of revolutionary politics to transform society.
Although lesser known, he was a music critic of considerable insight. His love of jazz was deep; even spiritual. But he also loved RnB (rhythm & blues), gospel and blues, as cultural expressions of various stages of Black life. He also dug rap, it being at bottom, poetry; but he condemned the corporate control over its production and distribution.
Of rap, he wrote: “That’s why Rap delighted me so and still does (even though now it’s been widely co-opted by Uncle Bubba and the Mind Bandits) because I could see that some of what came out of us had taken root. An open popular mass-based poetry. It arrived, that’s why the corporations moved so swiftly to “cover” and co-opt. Why the disappeared Grand Master Flash and Afrika Bambaata, accused Prof. Griff of the Big A-S and brought in fresh rap like Two Live Crew. Gangsta rap was also brought in to exchange political agitation with ignorant braggadocio and thuggish imbecility, justifying the state n——r-you annihilation program.” [p.502]
Amiri Baraka and his wife, Amina, were good friends of MOVE’s Pam Africa, and spent time together when she was in Newark.
But Baraka put his best self in his poems, which revealed his wit and his anger. In his 1979 poem “In the Tradition,” he has a line that said it all: “n——r music’s about all you got, and you find it much too hot.”
Amiri Baraka was 79.