NEW YORK: Amiri Baraka, the militant man of letters and tireless agitator whose blues-based, fist-shaking poems, plays and criticism made him a provocative and groundbreaking force in U.S. culture, has died. He was 79.His booking agent, Celeste Bateman, told the Associated Press that Baraka, who had been hospitalized since last month, died Thursday at Newark Beth Israel Medical Center.
Perhaps no writer of the 1960s and ’70s was more radical or polarizing than the former LeRoi Jones, and no one did more to extend the political debates of the civil rights era to the world of the arts. He inspired at least one generation of poets, playwrights and musicians, and his immersion in spoken word traditions and raw street language anticipated rap, hip-hop and slam poetry.
The FBI feared him to the point of flattery, identifying Baraka as “the person who will probably emerge as the leader of the Pan-African movement in the United States.”
One of the few blacks to join the Beat caravan of Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac, Baraka transformed to leader of the Black Arts Movement, an ally of the Black Power movement that rejected the liberal optimism of the early ’60s and intensified a divide over how and whether the black artist should take on social issues.
Scorning art for art’s sake and the pursuit of black-white unity, Baraka adhered to a philosophy that called for the teaching of black art and history and producing works calling for revolution.
“We want ‘poems that kill,’” Baraka wrote in his landmark “Black Art,” a manifesto published in 1965, the year he helped found the Black Arts Movement. “Assassin poems. Poems that shoot guns/Poems that wrestle cops into alleys/and take their weapons leaving them dead/with tongues pulled out and sent to Ireland.”
Baraka was as eclectic as he was prolific. His influences ranged from Ray Bradbury and Mao Zedong to Ginsberg and John Coltrane. He wrote poems, short stories, novels, essays, plays, musical and cultural criticism and jazz operas.
His 1963 book “Blues People” has been called the first major history of black music to be written by an African-American. “Up against the wall mother f**er!” – a line from his poem “Black People!” – became a counterculture slogan for everyone from student protesters to the rock band Jefferson Airplane.
A 2002 poem alleging that some Israelis had advance knowledge of the Sept. 11 attacks led to widespread outrage.
Some critics denounced him as buffoonish, homophobic, anti-Semitic and demagogic. For others he was a genius, a prophet, the Malcolm X of literature.
Eldridge Cleaver hailed him as the bard of the “funky facts.” Ishmael Reed credited the Black Arts Movement for encouraging artists of all backgrounds and enabling the rise of multiculturalism. Scholar Arnold Rampersad placed him alongside Frederick Douglass and Richard Wright in the pantheon of black cultural influences.
“From Amiri Baraka, I learned that all art is political,” Pulitzer Prize-winning dramatist August Wilson once said, “although I don’t write political plays.”
First published in the 1950s, Baraka crashed the literary party in 1964, at Greenwich Village’s Cherry Lane Theater, when “Dutchman” opened and made instant history at the height of the civil rights movement. Baraka’s play – a one-act showdown between a middle class black man, Clay, and a sexually daring white woman, Lula – ends in a brawl of murderous taunts and confessions.
“Charlie Parker. All the hip white boys scream for Bird,” Clay says. “And they sit there talking about the tortured genius of Charlie Parker. Bird would’ve not played a note of music if he just walked up to East 67th Street and killed the first 10 white people he saw. Not a note!”
Baraka was still called LeRoi Jones when he wrote “Dutchman.” The Cuban revolution, the 1965 assassination of Malcolm X and the Newark riots of 1967, when the poet was jailed and photographed looking dazed and bloodied, radicalized him.
Jones left his white wife (Hettie Cohen), cut off his white friends and moved from Greenwich Village to Harlem. He renamed himself Imamu Ameer Baraka, “spiritual leader blessed prince,” and dismissed the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. as a “brainwashed Negro.”
He helped organize the 1972 National Black Political Convention and founded the Congress of African People. He also founded community groups in Harlem and Newark, the hometown to which he eventually returned.
The Black Arts Movement was essentially over by the mid-1970s, and Baraka distanced himself from some of his harsher comments – about King, about gays and about whites. He kept making news.
In the early 1990s, as Spike Lee was filming a biography of Malcolm X, Baraka ridiculed the director as “a petit bourgeois Negro” unworthy of his subject.
Respected enough to have been named New Jersey’s poet laureate, in 2002 he shocked the world again with his Sept. 11 poem “Somebody Blew Up America.”
“Who knew the World Trade Center was gonna get bombed,” read a line from the poem.
“Who told 4,000 Israeli workers at the Twin Towers to stay home that day?”
Then-Gov. James E. McGreevey and others demanded his resignation. Baraka refused, denying that “Somebody Blew Up” was anti-Semitic (the poem also attacks Hitler and the Holocaust) and condemning the “dishonest, consciously distorted and insulting non-interpretation of my poem.”
Discovering he couldn’t be fired, the state eliminated the position altogether, in 2003.