Coming to the Venue...
A
Conversation About Race
Among Poets
 All last year and into this winter I
kept reading and hearing in the media and elsewhere that America 
            I was part of such a conversation
several years ago, on a local level. It was called Norfolk (VA) United Facing
Race (NUFR), organized and facilitated by Bev Sell, who now runs the Five
Points Farm Market on Church St. 
            In that conversation we dug a few
layers beneath the veneer of polite society, to the point where I realized
there was so much more to talk about. But the six weeks were over. I wished we
could have continued that conversation for many more weeks. 
            I finally got my chance this year.            
            Poets who frequent the Venue-35 Open
Mic in Norfolk 
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| Maddie Garcia in "Venue Voices" November, 2014 | 
            Some friends advised against it. “No
one will ever be honest about race,” my most cynical friend said.
            But I stubbornly plunged ahead
anyway. In late January I began a workshop which, over the course of a couple
of months, I hoped would produce enough material good enough to invite the
public in to hear it.
            A lot of poets said they liked the
idea, but in the end only five saw the project through to its final weeks. Six,
if you count me.
            They are Betty Davis, Norfolk native
and retired police officer descended from slaves; Maddie Garcia, Dominican
descendant of white, black, and indigenous races; Jack Callan, of pure Irish
descent, who recently retired as vice president of the Poetry Society of
Virginia;  C.J.Xpression, a Venue-35 poet
of Cherokee-Irish-Italian ancestry, and Judith Stevens, a native of the rural South and
active member of the Edgar Cayce Association for Research and Enlightenment.
            My own background is in the rural
North, son of a liberal mother, and white as vanilla except in the summer when
I burn my face to disguise my race.
We six, on May 15 and 16, will perform “A Conversation About Race Among Poets,” a staged reading at The Venue on 35th. After each show, we’ll invite audience members to add their own thoughts to the Conversation by responding to what they've seen and heard.
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| C.J.Xpression in "Venue Voices" November, 2014 | 
We six, on May 15 and 16, will perform “A Conversation About Race Among Poets,” a staged reading at The Venue on 35th. After each show, we’ll invite audience members to add their own thoughts to the Conversation by responding to what they've seen and heard.
            But in America 
            These are the people on whose lashed
and bleeding backs America’s economic wealth was built, making the American
South before the Civil War the acknowledged Cotton King of the world, as I
learned in my research for our weekly project meetings. 
            And cotton truly was king for
Southern white plantation owners and Northern textile magnates, who became
fabulously wealthy from the profits of world trade which then trickled down to
many white workers but to no black workers. They couldn’t share the wealth
because they were property, like horses and mules. However much money Massah
made, the slaves got only what they needed to keep them working.
            To me, that sniffs heavily of karma.
White people today, especially those whose 
ancestors were in America 
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| Betty Davis in "Venue Voices" November, 2014 | 
            So it’s an unavoidable conclusion
that in America Union  any but the Caucasian race,” he said.
            Using this “Calhoun doctrine” as the
non-negotiable principle of traditional white male dominance in America, our
group covered a range of topics in our meetings—the genocide of Native
Americans, the horror of black and brown enslavement, the Civil Rights
movement, white privilege and
unconscious racism, the meaning of equality, the militarization of police, and
the emotions—the anger, fear, hurt, despair, and sorrow—evoked by experiences
of race and color prejudice.
            Here’s an edited sample of an
exchange which appears in our completed script:
DD: Look through my eyes,
my
grandfathers, all,
and see
what’s become
of the world you've passed on,
from the
street to the suites
of
police-state reprisal.
JUDITH: Intolerance—
an ugly word
that curls the tongue.
In Southern
forests, bodies hung....
BETTY: The freedom of my heart has been denied for so long.
That is why I
could never love in an earthbound way.
MADDIE: The time will come we will be so mixed
there will be
no need to check ourselves into a box.
JACK: The last poets line up 
To save America 
It’s not
about black and white
It’s the
story
And we’ve got
to tell it right
CJ: Mental bombs explode,
clearing away
gray matter
for thought
construction.




