writer/publisher/American Creed
The Writer/The
Publisher/The American Creed
"These are critical days when, more than ever, men
seem to become captives of their personal ambition for wealth, social position
and influence, and when their adventures in power politics and in finance
politics, both at home and in the international field, also make them
captives."
Pat Jackson, c. 1940, quoted by Murray Kempton in Part of Our Time: Some Ruins and Monuments
of the Thirties (New York: Simon
and Schuster, 1955).
In 2019, everywhere, the writer is free, and everywhere, the writer is in chains. So too is the publisher, although the
self-publisher may be an exception; the final objective of the publisher is
profit. Both the writer and the
publisher genuflect, in different degrees, before the American Creed --- a
principle abstracted from the American/Racial
Contract. Everywhere in what we
misapprehend as reality, we discover implacable chaos. Thus, time and culture
do make captives of us all.
In the field and function of publishing, the tyranny of
the numerical majority flourishes, much to the disadvantage of the writer who
happens to belong to a numerical minority of one sort or another. The
reader/consumer is captive to angels and demons of desire. The only escape is a refusal to purchase and read publications,
and the reader/consumer will have none of that.
The necessity of art and communication precludes that option. But publishers should be aware that many
reader/consumers are indeed cognizant of manipulative designs, the ethics of the
New Jim Crow in the United States of America. Reader/consumers are not
hopelessly dumb regarding the metaphor of incarceration that is more a web than
a metaphor.
It is noteworthy that allusion to combinations of Wright, Ellison, and Baldwin constitute a
web. Clever spiders, American publishers spin webs inside of webs inside of
webs. Many writers are trapped by the
idols of the market and the tribes, and many African American writers ---many
not all -- are trapped to affirm and
confirm that exquisite suffering is indisputably "normal." The spiders are less than anxious to have the
entrapped find the "hidden normal," which might be narratives of
African American women and men who use racial wisdom, kick the odds, and become
relatively successful professionals The
spiders mythologize that the "hidden normal" is a fluke or a
post-truth. Thus does the web choke
intelligence.
Roxane Gay obtains
a degree of fame for celebrating the joy of being female and fat and, one dares assume, medically-challenged. She is not obligated to push back against Wright, Ellison and Baldwin, but
astute critics note the friction between her writing and that of Sapphire in PUSH (1996). Publishers know sisterhood of the
imagination is powerful. On the other hand, Kiese Laymon does push
back, despite having delivered what the prurient American Creed hungers for ---a feast of the
excruciating pain of being American, black, male, fat, and targeted --in Heavy (2018). Having read Black Boy, Laymon " wondered if black children born in
Mississippi after Wright would have laughed, or smiled more at his sentences if
he imagined Mississippi as home" (138). He
wondered how Baldwin's The Fire
Next Time might "read differently had the entire book, and not just
the first section, been written to, and for, Baldwin's nephew" (144)…
if "Baldwin would have written to
his niece" (144).
There is more pulling than pushing in Toni Morrison's
anointing Ta-Nehisi Coates as the writer who "filled the intellectual void
that plagued [her] after James Baldwin died" and in Coates' appropriation
of the title of a superb poem by Richard Wright, Between the World and Me (2015). And the publisher/spider must be pleased with surprise that many reader/consumers have
warmly embraced and become intellectually empowered by Maurice Carlos Ruffin's satiric
first novel We Cast A Shadow (2019), a book that, among other things, retrofits fragments of Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man. The web endures and
prevails and pre-veils, of course, but it fails to obliterate eternal truths
that germinate in the souls of African Americans.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr. February 13, 2019
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