Against the Current, No. 132, January/
Devastating Crisis Unfolds
— Bob Brenner, for the ATC Editors
Behind the Dirty Cleansing of New Orleans
— Chloe Tribich
Update on Pakistan: After the "Emergency"
— Farooq Tariq
World Cup 2010: Showcase South Africa
— Sam Ross
Dubai Labor Fighting Back Vs. Indentured Globalization
— Vicky Francis
Peace Beyond Annapolis
— Hasan Newash and David Finkel
HAMAS Under the Spotlight
— Hisham H. Ahmed
- The First Legal Russian Strike in a Decade
Appreciating Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.
— D.C. Faye
- Black Struggle Then and Now
Obama and "I Have a Dream" in 2008
— Malik Miah
Remembrance: Ousmane Sembène, Father of African Film
— Kim D. Hunter interviews Louise M. Jefferson
Review: Riding the Bus to Freedom
— Dianne Feeley
Remembrance: Sekou Sundiata and the Dream State
— Kim D. Hunter
The Making of Jericho Road
— an interview with Michael Honey
Puerto Rico, The Oldest U.S. Colony
— César F. Rosado Marzán
Myths of Cultural Dysfunction
— Samuel Farber
Recovering Forgotten Voices
— Keith Gilyard
The Death of Retirement?
— Nomi Prins
Our History Recovered
— Patrick M. Quinn
Hillary: Hope or Hype?
— Barri Boone
A Reply on Overcoming Zionism
— Joel Kovel
Kim D. Hunter
SEKOU SUNDIATA’s MULTIMEDIA performance “51st Dream State” opens in darkness with singers performing the song, The House that I live in, That’s America to Me. The lyrics paint a Norman Rockwell portrait of overly wholesome people going about their overly wholesome task, little old ladies and kindly clerks who make up the America of someone’s dream. As the song ends, white letters on a black background slowly appear on a screen high above the stage, the word “empire.”
Sekou would then launch, not into a screed but an inquiry on the meaning of empire and why and how the United States is one. It is the sort of examination with which a thoughtful person on the right might disagree but could still engage. The work is full of such moments.
Sekou Sundiata was a master of “non-rhetorical” political confrontation, letting the situation, the facts, the true stories of regular people, speak for themselves. Sekou was also poet, performer, scholar and visionary who survived heroin, a kidney transplant and more.
When I met him with a bunch of other poets for lunch, poet and publisher Naomi Long Madgett announced that she had something in common with him besides being an African-American writer and scholar. Both she and Sekou had broken their necks in auto accidents, lived to tell their respective tales and managed full physical recoveries. In his case, he was driving to his first post-transplant gig when his car flipped on a snowy road.
So it wasn’t surprising that Sekou had the serenity and honesty of someone who had been confronted by his mortality, whose corporeal frailty and limitations had been made all too clear. And, like most good writers, he used his ordeals to power his art.
In 2005, he began touring “Blessing the Boats” (title taken from poet Lucille Clifton), his solo multimedia performance about his kidney failure and transplant. He was on tour with “51st Dream,” his response to 9-11, when he passed away of heart failure in the summer.
His vision was expansive. The “51st Dream State” employed dancers, musicians, interviews, found and original film footage and audio. He managed to weave all those elements into a seamless meditation on what it means to be a citizen (whether we like or admit it) with vested interest in the civil structure of an empire that has been struck a serious if not crippling blow.
Somewhat in the same sense, on his recording “longstoryshort” he cautioned against romanticized overuse of the word “revolution” because revolutions are bloody and unsettling. He wasn’t talking against revolutions, having been a former Black Panther and revolutionary himself, just against the trivialization of the word.
I was fortunate enough to talk and work with him and several other poets and scholars in southeast Michigan in “This Poem has Checkpoints: A Concert of Poets.” The conversations we had in preparing for the Concert of Poets are among my most treasured memories.
Sekou’s work and insights, always deep and layered, were the foundation for the performance. From there, ten poets each contributed two poems that directly or broadly dealt with post September 11th America.
Along with Sekou, University of Michigan Professor Julie Ellison worked (and continues to do so) to actively engage the public in “Citizenship Potlucks.” For these potlucks, people bring food and ideas to share, the latter being sparked by group reading/singing/reciting of an iconic text (Mending Wall by Robert Frost, or James Weldon Johnson’s Lift Every Voice).
Sekou was trying to get beyond the used-up rhetoric of political judo and unearth the assumptions and commonalities beneath our defensiveness, to bring out the voices of people who don’t write for Against the Current or any other publication, but who have no less a stake in the survival of the species. May we continue his work with the same creativity and generosity he demonstrated throughout his life.
Donations may be made in the name of Sekou Sundiata to the New York Organ Donor Network or to the National Kidney Foundation.
from ATC 132 (January/February 2008)
This is an ode to America. But what if we stop and look at what America is doing nowadays all over the world… is that right?
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