“The Black Artist and America – Love, Freedom, and James Baldwin”
by Ayanna Harrison
It is difficult to be a free, Black artist in 2016. That is not to say that Black artists of the present face greater or fewer challenges than those of the past, but the act of surrendering ones art for public- and often White- consumption takes on new meaning in an age characterized by continuous and immediate critique. If on any given Saturday night, a singer was to walk onstage as Nina Simone did in 1976 at the Montreaux Music Festival, take a deep and dramatic bow, and stand silently at attention to the crowd for an entire minute, she would do so with thousands of phone cameras flashing. Those images would immediately transfer to a number of social media platforms and within seconds, millions of people might have conjured a response to the single, simple act. This act of resistance, cutting at the cage which traps every Black artist, would face immediate backlash by millions for fear of what occurs once the Black artist breaks free.
Audiences very rarely want Black performers to prove their humanity. Many fully commit themselves to denying the uncomfortable truth that once a Black performer stops performing, despite her talent or wealth, her Blackness remains- not only the rhythm or soulful tone, but also thoughts and feelings of joy and pain born out of a history pregnant with injustice. White fear placed hurdles when Billie Holiday first attempted to perform Strange Fruit and brought Lauryn Hills career crashing down when, after producing her debut album, which won a Grammy for Album of the Year in 1999, she released a live acoustic follow-up perforated by a tearful collapse and didactic pauses between songs. Black artists exist, for the most part, as slaves to a culture. Audiences drain them of creativity and, more precisely, of love then throw those artists away, rung dry of any life force. To be a truly great artist is to give ones whole self to creativity. So, as audiences absorb art in its many media and do little to repay the artist as a human being, they effectively work to kill that figure by willful neglect.
James Baldwin once asserted that America and the World will be free when Black love subsumes White hatred. The kind of love that Baldwin described is not a love full of displays of affection and adoration. Instead, it exposes its object to difficult truths and forces that object to apply truth to itself and to its surroundings. Throughout history, Black artists who dared love White people through their work by speaking truth risked and suffered literal and/or artistic death. That history is literally present and visible in contemporary artists like Kanye West and Solange Knowles who persist in loving with truth, and while they experience astounding popularity among White audiences, it comes with a cost.
I love James Baldwin for all of his thoughts and writing. But his assertion, that it is only by Black people loving White people that America can be set free, is flawed. It wont be enough that White people acknowledge and embrace the truth. If Black people are to survive, White people will need to give something in return beyond reparationsthat is freedom from their self-conscious oppression. An oppression born out of the belief that without systems to affirm White value, their value is made null.
Over time, Black artists have consistently reminded us that it is a cruel reality that allows Black people to find their only hope in mining goodness beneath centuries of systemic racism. The Last Poets‘ Hands Off performance describes a nameless figure before asking, What manner of man is this, my friend? to which the speaker answers needless to say hes White and continues,
So take your hands off of me, White folks, Ive done you no wrong. Im only guilty of making you strong. Ive built all of your cities and Ive worked in your mines. Ive fought to protect you many a time I taught you to dance and I taught you to sing. You repaid me with treachery and slavery and chains.
It is an admission of the love that the Black American has long given White people only to receive deceit and imprisonment throughout all of history. This Black love, as The Last Poets explain, made White people strong. It built their cities and nurtured their children. For free. And yet present day slavery exists in the form of the prison industrial complex, and evident treachery persiststhe election of a candidate supported by the Ku Klux Klan just after the countrys first African-American President served two terms and the acquittal of every police officer who shoots an unarmed Black man or child.
These are the ugly facts that Black people must heal with love. It would seem that as news networks and social media feeds project such events and imagines, the truth is apparent. Anyone who cannot see that truth does not wish to see it. It is as if a certain cognitive dissonance abounds, a willful ignorance that bars White people from returning the love that is so freely given.
Lets look at Kanye, arguably the most prominent Black artist of the present day. Kanye is, in many ways, the Black community giving its love to White people and receiving very little in return. Onstage at the 2015 MTV Video Music Awards, given thirteen minutes to spend however he pleased, Kanye said that he does not enjoy awards shows. He also confessed, I just wanted people to like me more. But fuck that, bro! 2015. I will die for the artfor what I believe inand the art aint always gonna be polite.
His message illuminates the struggle he faced over more than a decade of giving his art and receiving little more than criticism in return. At the start of his career, Kanye famously responded to Hurricane Katrina by stating, George Bush does not care about Black people
and, since then, he has shied increasingly from the added punishment that comes from being a Black artist who speaks against injustice.
So often Black artists are told to gag themselves if words against injustice rise in their throats because those are not what they get paid to present. Solanges album, A Seat at The Table, was hailed in 2016 as an album consumed by Black self-care. Within the past month, she revealed its inspiration. In 2013, Solange called out White critics credibility to critique a Black art form when she said if they dont know who Brandy is, they shouldnt speak on R&B music. A New York Times author, feeling targeted, took to his podcast with another White, male writer to say that he had been to a Solange concert and seen her audience (a reference to a large White following), and that she should be careful not to bite the hand that feeds her. Solanges response was to do just that. Back to Kanyehe gave himself to his art and to loving people who do not often return the favor. For that he has suffered temporary psychosis which recently sent him to the hospital for some weeks.
In order for Black people to be liberated and liberate their country, be they Kanye West or any other Black artist, they must bite the hand that feeds them and see that as an act of Baldwinian love. By biting the oppressor, they force him to feel, and to bleed, and to eventually heal. But it is imperative that they demand love in return. Once White people truly know and feel the harm that they have caused, and can put that harm into their own words, then America will know freedom. So Baldwin is right to encourage love, but to say that in a liberated future White people will only be the receivers is simply incorrect, as black folks have been giving and White folks have been receiving for a long time. Its time that they give love in return. And only then will America be free.
About the Author:
Ayanna Harrison is a sophomore at Washington University in St. Louis and double-major in Economics and English. She melds her lived experience as an African American woman and her love of artistic expression, especially music, to encourage greater self-awareness and a personal and collective desire for equity and justice for marginalized communities. What we create can bring us closer to ourselves and surely as we know ourselves, we will know our fellow man and woman. – Ayanna is on Twitter @ayannahahaha