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AMERICAN DISSENT
AN ARCHIVAL ISSUE
JULY 27, 2020
DRAWINGS P. C. Vey, Liana Finck, Lonnie Millsap, Paul Noth, Frank Cotham,
David Sipress, Julia Suits, Edward Koren, Harry Bliss,
Roz Chast, Bishakh Som, Victoria Roberts, Maddie Dai, Lars Kenseth
SPOTS Tomi Um, Anthony Russo
CONTRIBUTORS
Michael Specter (“Public Nuisance,” Elizabeth Kolbert (“The Catastrophist,” Hilton Als (“Ghosts in the House,” p. 30),
p. 40), a staff writer at The New Yorker p. 24) has been a staff writer since 1999. an associate professor of writing at
since 1998, is an adjunct professor of Her book “The Sixth Extinction: An Columbia University, won the 2017
bioengineering at Stanford University. Unnatural History” won the 2015 Pu- Pulitzer Prize for criticism. He will be a
litzer Prize for nonfiction. Presidential Visiting Scholar at Prince-
Sandra Cisneros (Poem, p. 44) received ton University starting in the fall.
the 2019 PEN/Nabokov Award for Jelani Cobb (“The Matter of Black Lives,”
Achievement in International Litera- p. 18) teaches in the journalism program Christoph Niemann (Cover) has pub-
ture. Her books include the novel “The at Columbia University. lished numerous books, including
House on Mango Street,” the poetry “Sunday Sketching,” “Souvenir,” and
collection “Loose Woman,” and the Shirley Jackson (Fiction, p. 50), who died “Hopes and Dreams.” This is his thirty-
memoir “A House of My Own.” in 1965, wrote six novels, including “The third cover for the magazine.
Haunting of Hill House” and “We Have
Judith Thurman (Books, p. 54) first ap- Always Lived in the Castle.” Masha Gessen (The Talk of the Town,
peared in the magazine in 1987 and p. 14), a staff writer, is the recipient of
became a staff writer in 2000. She won Cornelius Eady (Poem, p. 27) most re- the 2017 National Book Award for
the 2019 Mary McCarthy Award. cently published the chapbook “The nonfiction for “The Future Is History.”
War Against the Obvious.” He co- Their latest book is “Surviving Autoc-
Ellen Willis (The Talk of the Town, founded Cave Canem, which in 2016 racy, ” which came out last month.
p. 13), who died in 2006, was The New received the National Book Founda-
Yorker’s first pop-music critic. tion’s Literarian Award for Outstand- Nathan Heller (A Critic at Large, p. 60),
ing Service to the American Literary a staff writer, has contributed to the
Calvin Trillin (“Plane to Mississippi,” Community. magazine since 2011. He is at work on
p. 16), a contributor to the magazine a book about the Bay Area.
since 1963, has written thirty-one books, Charlayne Hunter-Gault (The Talk of
including “Jackson, 1964” and “About the Town, p. 12) is the author of “In Hannah Goldfield (Tables for Two,
Alice.” The story in this issue is an My Place,” “New News Out of Africa,” p. 9) is the magazine’s food critic. She
excerpt of the original, which can be “To the Mountaintop,” and “Correc- has contributed to The New Yorker
read in full on newyorker.com. tive Rape.” since 2010.
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In an effort to slow the spread of the coronavirus, most New York City museums, galleries, theatres,
music venues, and cinemas are closed. Here’s a selection of culture to be found online and streaming.
The outdoor exhibition “Monuments Now,” at Socrates Sculpture Park, in Long Island City (through
March), feels attuned to this unprecedented summer of American reckoning. The eye-catching ziggurat
“Because Once You Enter My House, It Becomes Our House,” by Jeffrey Gibson (pictured)—a member
of the Mississippi Band of Choctaw Indians and a 2019 MacArthur Fellow—doubles as a stage for a
trio of indigenous American artists, whose on-site performances will be filmed and released online.
PHOTOGRAPH BY STEVEN MOLINA CONTRERAS
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MUSIC
the state,” with the conductor Jaap van Zwe-
den, the composer doesn’t necessarily change
its lunch counter, making it instantly clear
that the drummer and bandleader Roach,
the way we hear the orchestra—the strings who was by then legendary, and his cohorts
yearn and shiver, the percussion thumps and meant business. Gathering up-and-coming
The Beneficiaries: forebodes, the vocal lines rise effortlessly out players (including the trumpeter Booker
of the instrumental texture—but his keen Little), venerated veterans (the tenor saxo-
“The Crystal City Is Alive” efficiency directs our attention to each sec- phonist Coleman Hawkins), the percussionist
TECHNO At a moment when dance music’s tion’s impact. The opera reimagines the plot Babatunde Olatunji, and the vocalist Abbey
spotlight is firmly on its African-American of Beethoven’s “Fidelio” as an investigation Lincoln, Roach produced a pointed musical
origins, the arrival of “The Crystal City Is of authoritarianism’s abuses and pernicious statement that addresses African-American
Alive,” the début album by the Detroit techno appeal. Lang’s originality lies in the Gov- history and celebrates African peoples with
supergroup the Beneficiaries, is particularly ernor (sung by the ingratiating tenor Alan passion. The album’s climax, “Triptych:
well timed. To be fair, it would be notable at Oke): the composer transforms Beethoven’s Prayer/Protest/Peace,” is a haunting, word-
any time, if only because the project’s partic- cardboard villain into a despot who quotes less duet between Roach and Lincoln that
ipants include the producers Jeff Mills and Machiavelli and sings sleepy, seductive arias transforms contemplation into a defiant wail
Eddie Fowlkes—two of the style’s key archi- about holding his constituents in thrall and of anger in its central movement. Revisited
tects—and the poet Jessica Care Moore. Their lulling them into complacency. When the sixty years later, the album retains all its bite
cosmic beat-scapes evoke an incense-lined Governor is shot in the finale, he doesn’t and intransigence.—Steve Futterman
sitting area as much as a dance floor, and the die; authoritarianism, as a mind-set, outlives
set’s sprawl feels apt—reaching for the stars any one practitioner after it takes root in the
requires some elbow room.—Michaelangelo citizenry.—Oussama Zahr Tanglewood Online Festival
Matos CLASSICAL The venerable Tanglewood Music
Festival, the summer home of the Boston
Max Roach: “We Insist!” Symphony Orchestra, has reimagined its
S. G. Goodman: JAZZ The original cover art for the 1960 season with a schedule of newly taped re-
album “We Insist!: Max Roach’s Freedom citals and archival programs, both free and
“Old Time Feeling” Now Suite” shows three Black men taking ticketed. This week’s lineup of fresh fare
ROCK In June, S. G. Goodman made a video their rightful place at a presumably off-lim- includes a performance by the adventurous
of the Depression-era song “I Don’t Want
Your Millions, Mister” as part of a series
supporting Charles Booker’s ultimately failed HIP-HOP
bid for the Democratic nomination for the
U.S. Senate in Kentucky. Hidden beneath a
mop of hair and mammoth granny glasses,
Goodman sings in one of those ancient folk
voices that reach back to the tune’s troubled
era, but her lyrics address a bogeyman from
the current one: “We don’t want you, Mitch
McConnell.” The performance is not included
on Goodman’s new album, “Old Time Feel-
ing,” but the record is awash in its antique
color and righteous spirit. The LP is a work
of Southern leftism: a farmer’s proudly gay
daughter applies singing that she learned in
her Baptist church to rail against societal ills.
Goodman’s prevailing tone involves less rage
than it does forgiveness—which, more than
any Kentucky lilt, makes the young singer
appear refreshingly out of step with these
divisive times.—Jay Ruttenberg
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tators. The Transit Ensemble’s “Who’s distinct personalities. “Over/Come” broad-
There?” (Aug. 4-8), featuring artists from casts July 23-28.—M.H. (bacnyc.org/explore)
the U.S., Singapore, and Malaysia, tackles
post-George Floyd racial politics across
continents. And the musical “A Burning THE THEATRE
Church” (Aug. 13-15) contemplates, in the
form of a virtual religious service, the role The Line
of worship in American liberation. Visit Jessica Blank and Erik Jensen, the co-creators
newohiotheatre.org.—Michael Schulman of “The Exonerated” and “Coal Country,”
are among the foremost practitioners of doc-
umentary theatre in the U.S. Their latest
show, with the Public Theatre, is an emotional
string quartet Brooklyn Rider (July 22) that instead is a lively, vivid pageant—colorful and, yes, political gut punch. Blank (who
mixes Beethoven with Philip Glass, Caroline costumes, powerful rhythms, and scores of also directed) and Jensen built the script out
Shaw, and Matana Roberts. A starry cente- dancers moving in mesmerizing patterns of interviews with New York City medical
nary salute to Isaac Stern (July 23) features across the stage. “Dougla,” long a staple of first responders—portrayed with a sobriety
the violinists Vadim Gluzman, Midori, and Dance Theatre of Harlem’s repertoire, was that does not exclude simmering passion by
Nancy Zhou, and a recital by the violinist shelved several years ago, when the company such superb actors as Santino Fontana, John
Augustin Hadelich and the pianist Orion was forced to scale down. The piece’s return, Ortiz, Alison Pill, Nicholas Pinnock, and
Weiss (July 25) includes music by Brahms, in 2018, was a sign of the ensemble’s renewed Lorraine Toussaint. In a little more than
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Debussy, and John Adams.—Steve Smith health, reason enough to celebrate. Starting an hour, “The Line” takes us through the
(July 22-28.) on July 25, at 8 p.m., it will be broadcast on horrific escalation of COVID-19 cases that
the company’s YouTube page.—Marina Harss pushed New York to the brink in the spring.
(dancetheatreofharlem.org/dthondemand) The stories are simultaneously infuriating
and affecting, unsparing and gentle. Aimee
DANCE Mann’s song “Batten Down” makes for a stark,
Jacob’s Pillow haunting conclusion as it plays over photos
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The virtual version of the Pillow’s summer of real-life responders.—Elisabeth Vincentelli
City Center Live @ Home: festival continues, on July 23, with a pro- (publictheater.org)
gram by Ronald K. Brown, the deserving
Ayodele Casel winner of this year’s Jacob’s Pillow Dance
The eloquent tap dancer Ayodele Casel be- Award. The tentpole is a 2005 performance
lieves in expressing herself not just through of “Grace,” Brown’s perennially uplifting ART
her feet but also through her words, and her signature piece. But the selections also
“Diary of a Tap Dancer” shows have effec- include a remarkable 2002 show in which
tively combined dance with verbal reflections Brown danced in supple tribute to Katherine Jean-Marie Appriou
on why she dances. A new, virtual version of Dunham, a predecessor whose work, in the Three mammoth horses haunt the south-
the project allows tap dancers to give voice nineteen-thirties and forties, brought dances east entrance to Central Park in this French
to how they are living in this moment. Each of the African diaspora to the concert stage. artist’s Public Art Fund commission—be-
Tuesday through Aug. 25, another short video And from his company’s most recent visit nevolent, dispassionate, and disintegrating.
débuts on New York City Center’s Web site, to the Pillow, in 2018, comes “New Conver- None of the cobbled-together, cast-aluminum
and though Casel appears in one, she is sations,” a many-layered collaboration with creatures is entirely whole. One sits watch-
mainly passing the mike to others, includ- the Afro-Latino composer and bandleader fully, earless; another stands, its chest sliced
ing the veteran showman Ted Levy, Michela Arturo O’Farrill.—B.S. (jacobspillow.org/ through horizontally, creating a flat surface;
Marino Lerman, and Lisa La Touche.—Brian virtual-pillow) the elongated torso of the third is bent into
Seibert (nycitycenter.org/tap) an archway. Facing Appriou’s poignant sen-
tinels from inside the Park offers a glimpse
JoyceStream: A.I.M of Augustus Saint-Gaudens’s gilded-bronze
ILLUSTRATION BY SOL COTTI
DTH on Demand: “Dougla” Through Aug. 14, the Joyce Theatre streams statue of William Tecumseh Sherman, in
The 1974 dance “Dougla,” by Geoffrey Kyle Abraham’s “Meditation: A Silent Grand Army Plaza, where the Union general
Holder, should not be mistaken for au- Prayer.” The ten-minute work, made in 2018 rides a horse led by a winged goddess—a
thentic folklore. Its commingling of Afri- and still all too topical, is not silent. Cut- very different kind of equestrian sculpture.
can-inspired and Indian-accented dance—an ting through a mournful mist of strings are Appriou’s horses, whose pedestal-free forms
evocation of the hybrid Dougla culture of harrowing sounds: the voice of Carrie Mae allow pedestrians to wander underneath and
Trinidad, Holder’s birthplace—is hardly eth- Weems listing the names and ages of Black around them, seem like anti-monuments in
nographically precise. What “Dougla” offers people killed by the police; audio from the contrast with that lofty symbol of official
tiny figures seem to float in shimmering flow in and out of dreamy direct-film animations, indelible self-portrait
fields of vibrant color. The only portrait in tableaux staged in Claude Monet’s garden, and extensive found footage,
Varin’s show, a closeup titled “Inquiet,” has
an ethereal chartreuse face (think little green including scenes of Josephine Baker, Nina Simone, and the fatal police
men) that echoes Nudelman’s extraterrestrial shooting of Philando Castile, captured by his fiancée, Diamond Reynolds.
theme.—J.F. (fortnight.institute) The intricate subject of Gary’s moving-image mosaic is Black women’s
lives—and the faith that pain can transform into power. Reconfigured
“Vida Americana” into three parts in museums and galleries—and accompanied by two
This thumpingly great show at the Whitney, altars to African goddesses—the piece has made Gary a rising star in
subtitled “Mexican Muralists Remake Amer-
ican Art, 1924-1945,” picks an overdue art-his- the art world. Earlier this month, she released the film on YouTube. “I
torical fight. The usual story revolves around wanted as many Black women as possible to be able to view the film
young, often immigrant aesthetes striving to without having to negotiate access with institutions,” she recently told
absorb European modernism. A triumphalist
tale composed backward from its climax—the me. “People who I am making the work for, who I am in direct commu-
postwar success of Abstract Expressionism—it nication with, need to have an immediate link to it.”—Andrea K. Scott
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 7
digression—mocking liberals and praising the describing the scheme. The story, including its tion of film clips showcasing the work of writers,
censorious—about Jews’ and Catholics’ diver- cat-and-mouse aftermath, combines the intricate directors, and actors who were investigated by
gent attitudes toward sex. Bruce’s legal travails excitement of a thriller with righteous histori- the government and blacklisted by the industry.
ruined him, but they also nourished his art, cal outrage, and highlights the grave threat to (Targeted directors included such luminaries as
transforming him into an outlaw philosopher freedom posed by politicized law-enforcement Nicholas Ray, Abraham Polonsky, Joseph Losey,
of law.—Richard Brody (Streaming on YouTube.) officials. The activists’ revelations, plus a crucial Orson Welles, and Charlie Chaplin.) Andersen
follow-up with two of the film’s interviewees— and Burch brilliantly contextualize the clips
the journalists Betty Medsger, who broke the with onscreen interviews and with their own
1971 story in the Post, and Carl Stern—ultimately incisive commentary (spoken by Billy Wood-
This documentary, from 2014, by Johanna Ham- led to Senate hearings in 1975 (where dirty berry), which reveals the films’ hidden political
ilton, unpacks a crucial but little-known episode tricks against Martin Luther King, Jr., were references alongside overt ones. The documen-
in modern political and journalistic history. On disclosed). Only unimaginative reënactments tarians show that Hollywood’s frankest depic-
March 8, 1971, eight antiwar activists broke mar the fine fabric of Hamilton’s cinematic tions of twentieth-century history—including
into a small F.B.I. office in the aptly named journalism.—R.B. (Streaming on Amazon.) the Depression, labor conflicts, Jim Crow, the
town of Media, Pennsylvania, and stole files Spanish Civil War, the rise of fascism in Europe,
documenting the government’s attempted sup- the Second World War, the Holocaust, and the
pression of legitimate dissent. They then mailed Red Hollywood economic subordination of American women—
copies to the Washington Post, which, despite Thom Andersen and Noël Burch’s extraordinary were the work of Communists; when they were
government pressure, reported on the files. The documentary, from 1996, about the postwar per- purged from the studios, their subjects of inter-
eight perpetrators were never found. Hamilton secution and purge of Communists in the movie est were purged, too, leaving Hollywood stuck
films five of them admitting to the break-in and business, gathers and analyzes an alluring selec- in politically timid conformity.—R.B. (Streaming
on Kanopy and Sundance Now.)
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(including Paula Giddings and Troy Duster, Wells’s grandson), and his and heroic. Released in 2014.—R.B. (Streaming
own written narration (spoken by Al Freeman, Jr.) with teeming visual on Amazon Prime, Kanopy, and other services.)
documentation. In counterpoint with the voices on the soundtrack, he
ALAMY
brings a dramatic array of engravings, photographs, and printed archives For more reviews, visit
to life with great imaginative power.—Richard Brody newyorker.com/goings-on-about-town
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born in Ethiopia, met while working at my nose the other night, I knew that I
Milka’s mother’s Ethiopian restaurant, should have added at least a half-dozen
Awash, on the Upper West Side, and had to my takeout cart; that thought was
long wanted to open a place of their own, confirmed after I dipped them into Ras’s
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with a vegan menu. Although meat figures glossy-red awaze, a saucy paste usually
prominently in Ethiopian cuisine, vegan made with berbere (Ethiopia’s national
dishes are common, too; for more than a spice mix, which includes chili pepper,
TABLES FOR TWO hundred and fifty days a year, Ethiopian ginger, basil, and fenugreek) that here
Orthodox Christians abstain from animal releases a balanced, slow-building heat.
Ras Plant Based products, in accordance with religious For a cold dish called fitfit, house-made
739 Franklin Ave., Brooklyn fasting. The couple wanted to both feature injera—the porous, slightly sticky na-
their favorite fasting dishes and rejigger tional flatbread of Ethiopia, made from
Many of the recipes that the chef Romeo typical meat preparations with substitutes a deliciously sour fermented teff-flour
Regalli uses in the kitchen at Ras Plant like crumbled pea protein, to “cater to dough—is torn into pieces and com-
Based—the restaurant that he and his those who are trying to transition to a bined with tomato, onion, and jalapeño,
wife, Milka, opened in Crown Heights vegan life style,” Romeo explained. all doused in a puckery lime vinaigrette.
in March—have been passed down Ras Plant Based was up and running More injera, rolled into squishy cigars, to
through generations. A number of them for all of a week before the pandemic be unfurled for scooping, comes with a
came from Romeo’s grandmother, a pas- forced the Regallis to close the dining vegan sampler platter, which showcases
PHOTOGRAPH BY BUBI CANAL FOR THE NEW YORKER; ILLUSTRATION BY JOOST SWARTE
sionate home cook who died last year, in room they had worked so hard to get an array of fasting dishes, including mis-
Ethiopia, at the age of a hundred and ready, commissioning colorful murals sir, long-simmered red lentils complexly
four. Yet the dish that seems most likely and arranging patio-style furniture for layered with more of the secret spice mix
to have a long, storied history, Mama’s a breezy al-fresco vibe. Cutting back on (I picked up cardamom), and fasolia, a
Tofu, traces its origins only as far back staff and shifting to takeout meant par- slick tangle of string beans and car-
as May, when Romeo’s mother texted, ing down the menu and reducing their rots slow-cooked until silky and sweet.
from Addis Ababa, a photo of what she hours. They have recently added limited In two iterations of tibs, for which beef
had made for dinner. “I was, like, ‘Oh, outdoor seating, but a playful brunch is usually both fried and stewed with on-
my God, that looks so good!’” Romeo menu, offering cauliflower wings and ions and berbere, the meat is replaced
recalled the other day. She rattled off the waffles and Ethiopian breakfast classics, by seitan and cremini mushrooms, re-
ingredients: tofu, tomatoes, onions, and remains on hold for now. spectively, the former bearing a texture as
jalapeños. After she mailed him a batch Even in an abridged form, Ras is an satisfying as pork belly, the latter with an
of her homemade spice mix (the exact exciting addition to Franklin Avenue’s earthiness enhanced by sprigs of rosemary.
contents of which he keeps tight to his ever-bustling restaurant row. Flaky Both are wonderful sopped up with more
chest), Romeo made an approximation, sambusas (the Ethiopian equivalent to injera or with turmeric-stained steamed
and promptly added it to the menu. what’s called a samosa in South Asia and rice laced with fresh black pepper. Both
The story behind Mama’s Tofu reflects elsewhere), stuffed with either lentils or are worthy of ancestral legacy—and how
the restaurant’s ethos: dynamic, adaptable, chopped cabbage, onion, and bell pepper, lucky we are to be welcomed into this
rooted in but by no means bound by tra- come two per order. As soon as their family. (Dishes $5-$19.)
dition. Romeo and Milka, who were both slightly honeyed, deep-fried scent hit —Hannah Goldfield
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THE TALK OF THE TOWN
COMMENT Lewis lay unconscious, his skull frac- who died on Friday, at the age of eighty,
REDEEMING AMERICA tured. He later said, “I thought I was might have felt the temptation at times
going to die.” to give up, to give way. But it was prob-
J near
ohn Robert Lewis was born in 1940
the Black Belt town of Troy,
Too often in this country, seeming
progress is derailed, reversed, or over-
ably his most salient characteristic that
he always refused despair; with open
Alabama. His parents were sharecroppers, whelmed. Bloody Sunday led directly to eyes, he acknowledged the darkest chap-
and he grew up spending Sundays with the passage of the Voting Rights Act–– ters of American history yet insisted that
a great-grandfather who was born into and yet suppressing the Black vote is a change was always possible. Recently,
slavery, and hearing about the lynch- pillar of today’s Republican Party strat- he took part in a Zoom town hall with
ings of Black men and women that were egy. The election of the first African- Barack Obama and a group of activists,
still a commonplace in the region. When American President was followed by and told them that he had been inspired
Lewis was a few months old, the manager a bigot running for election, and now by the weeks of demonstrations for ra-
of a chicken farm named Jesse Thornton reëlection, on a platform of racism and cial justice across the country. The pro-
was lynched about twenty miles down resentment. The murder of Jesse Thorn- testers, he said, will “redeem the soul of
the road, in the town of Luverne. His ton has its echoes in the murders of America and move closer to a commu-
offense was referring to a police officer George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, and many nity at peace with itself.”
by his first name, not as “Mister.” A others. Indeed, to this day, the bridge Dissent is an essential component of
mob pursued Thornton, stoned and where Lewis nearly lost his life is named the American story and the American
shot him, then dumped his body in a in honor of Edmund Pettus, a U.S. sen- future. In that spirit, we bring you this
swamp; it was found, a week later, sur- ator who was a Confederate officer and archival issue of The New Yorker, repub-
rounded by vultures. a Grand Dragon of the Alabama Ku lishing Profiles, reporting, essays, fiction,
These stories, and the realities of Klux Klan. and poetry on this theme. Some of the
Jim Crow-era segregation, prompted And so there were times when Lewis, figures written about here were dissent-
Lewis to become an American dissi- ers in the public arena, like Dr. King,
dent. Steeped in the teachings of his Margaret Fuller, and Cesar Chavez, who
church and the radio sermons of Mar- set out to battle the established order
tin Luther King, Jr., he left home for of racism, misogyny, and exploitation.
Nashville, to study theology and the Others were artists, like Langston Hughes
tactics of nonviolent resistance. King and Toni Morrison, who provide the vi-
teased him as “the boy from Troy,” the sion and the language to understand our
youngest face at the forefront of the predicament and, perhaps, to help trans-
movement. In a long career as an ac- form it. And then there are those, like
tivist, Lewis was arrested forty-five the scientist James Hansen, whose brav-
times and beaten repeatedly by the po- ery is to insist on the validity of fact,
ILLUSTRATIONS BY JOÃO FAZENDA
lice and by white supremacists, most when willful ignorance can lead to the
famously in Selma, on March 7, 1965— catastrophic warming of the planet—
Bloody Sunday—when he helped lead or to the spread of a deadly virus. All
six hundred people marching for vot- of them persevered against countless
ing rights. After they had peacefully obstacles even as they knew they might
crossed a bridge, Alabama troopers at- not live to see their most fundamental
tacked, using tear gas, clubs, and bull- struggles concluded.
whips. Within moments of their charge, ––David Remnick
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 11
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DECEMBER 30, 1967
Professor Shenton left the platform,
and Mr. Kozol, a slim young man wear-
And another:
“There is beauty in the sunshine
HUGHES AT COLUMBIA
ing rimless glasses, came to the micro- An’ clouds that roam the sky;
phone. In 1965, he was discharged from There is beauty in the Heavens,
a ghetto school in Boston, in part be- An’ the stars that shine on high.”
cause he read Langston Hughes’ poem Later, Mr. Kozol read from a paper
“Ballad of the Landlord” to his class: that had been handed in by one of his
fourth-grade students after he had asked
Landlord, landlord,
My roof has sprung a leak. the class to write about the kinds of
n a miserably wet evening seven things they saw around them:
O months after the death of Langston
Hughes, we sat, almost comfortably (ex-
Don’t you ’member I told you about it
Way last week? “In my school I see dirty boards and I see
papers on the floor. I see an old browken win-
cept for our damp feet), in the cavern- Landlord, landlord, dow with a sign on it saying, Do not unlock
These steps is broken down. this window are browken. And I see cracks in
ous Wollman Auditorium, at Columbia When you come up yourself
University, and listened to the low, be- the walls and I see old books with ink poured
It’s a wonder you don’t fall down. all over them and I see old painting hanging
mused voice of Hughes on tape as, against on the walls. I see old alfurbet letter hanging
a taped musical background, it sent his Ten bucks you say I owe you? on one nail on the wall. I see a dirty fire exit, I
“Weary Blues” floating over a group of Ten bucks you say is due? see a old closet with supplys for the class. I see
Well, that’s ten bucks more’n I'll pay you pigons flying all over the school. I see old freght
people who had assembled to pay trib- Till you fix this house up new.
ute to him. The program, “A Langston trains throgh the fence of the school yard. . . .”
Hughes Memorial Evening,” was spon- What? You gonna get eviction orders? The young teacher spoke at length
sored by The Forum, which is, in the You gonna cut off my heat? about his experiences in this school, and
words of its nineteen-year-old president, You gonna take my furniture and then read a few paragraphs from a de-
Throw it in the street?
Bruce Kanze, “a student organization scription of Africa in a book called “Our
that brings to the University interesting Um-huh! You talking high and mighty. Neighbors Near and Far”:
people whom the University itself would Talk on—till you get through.
“Yumbu and Minko are a black boy and a
never consider bringing, to discuss is- You ain’t gonna be able to say a word
black girl who live in this jungle village. Their
sues and topics that are important.” If I land my fist on you.
skins are of so dark a brown color that they
A few minutes after eight, when nearly Police! Police!
look almost black. Their noses are large and
every seat was filled, three men walked flat. Their lips are thick. Their eyes are black
Come and get this man!
and shining, and their hair is so curly that it
onto the stage: Leon Bibb, the actor and He’s trying to ruin the government
seems like wool. They are Negroes and they
singer; Jonathan Kozol, author of “Death and overturn the land!
belong to the black race.”
at an Early Age”; and Professor James P.
Copper’s whistle!
Shenton, of Columbia. (“He teaches a Patrol bell! Two children in another area of the
course on Reconstruction—the closest Arrest. world were described this way:
thing to a course on Negro history at “Two Swiss children live in a farmhouse
Columbia,” Mr. Kanze told us later.) Precinct station. on the edge of town. . . . These children are
They were soon joined by Miss Viveca Iron cell. handsome. Their eyes are blue. Their hair is
Headlines in press: golden yellow. Their white skins are clear, and
Lindfors, the actress, who was wearing
their cheeks are as red as ripe, red apples.”
a pale-gray fur coat but removed it as Man threatens landlord
she was sitting down, and gracefully Mr. Kozol said that he had never met
placed it over her mini-exposed knees. tenant held no bail Langston Hughes but that a short while
Professor Shenton, who had to leave after his much publicized firing he had
Judge gives negro 90 days
early, was introduced, and hurried to the in county Jail received a new collection of Hughes’
microphone. “I am here partly as a way “Simple” stories from the poet, with
of saying for Columbia that we owe some Mr. Kozol said that he might have these words written on the flyleaf: “I
apologies,” he said solemnly. “For a while, avoided some of the trouble that even- wish the rent /Was heaven sent.”
there lived a poet down the street from tually led to his firing if he had chosen Leon Bibb, in his turn, rose and
Columbia, and Columbia never took the to “restrict his reading and reference ma- thanked Mr. Hughes, whom he called
time to find out what he was about.”The terials to the list of approved publica- Lang, first by reading the James Weldon
Professor paused for a few seconds, and tions”—poetry, for instance, to be read Johnson poem “O Black and Unknown
then continued, “For a while, there lived from officially approved selections called Bards” and then by giving a poignant ren-
a poet down the street from Columbia, “Memory Gems.” He gave the Hughes dering of Mr. Hughes’ poem “The Negro
who even attended Columbia for a while, audience a sample: Speaks of Rivers” and the spiritual “I’ve
and yet he never received an honorary Been ’Buked and I’ve Been Scorned.” He
degree from here. When we buried him, “Dare to be right! Dare to be true: wound up by saying, “Lang had the fore-
The failings of others can never save you.
then we gave him a memorial. But, after Stand by your conscience, your honor, your sight to stand on his own words.”
all, that’s the experience of the black man faith; Soon Hughes’ own words were being
down the street from Columbia.” Stand like a hero, and battle till death.” read by Miss Lindfors, who remained
12 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
seated, and whose Swedish accent was west to Columbia to go to school, and often expected them to type, make coffee,
lost in translation as she read from “The caused great consternation when he pre- and keep quiet. Whatever their ideolog-
Panther and the Lash,” a recent Hughes sented himself at Hartley Hall. That was ical differences, feminists have united on
collection, brought out by Knopf. She in 1921, and no one of African descent, the abortion issue. They oppose Blumen-
read about the “Junior Addict”: he says, had ever lived in a dormitory at thal’s reforms—or any reforms—and de-
“. . . Yes. easier to get dope Columbia. “There are many barriers peo- mand total repeal. Abortion legislation,
than to get a job— ple try to break down,” he told an audi- they assert, is class legislation, imposed
daytime or nighttime job, ence (which had also been a Columbia on women by a male-supremacist soci-
teen-age, pre-draft, audience) when the tape was made, in ety, and deprives women of control over
1
pre-lifetime job.
1964. “I try to do it with poetry.” their bodies. They argue that women
“Quick, sunrise, come! —Charlayne Hunter-Gault should not have to petition doctors
Sunrise out of Africa, (mostly male) to grant them as a privi-
Quick, come! FEBRUARY 22, 1969 lege what is really a fundamental right,
Sunrise, please come! HEARING and that only the pregnant woman her-
Come! Come!”
self can know whether she is physically
And she read about the “Dream De- and emotionally prepared to bear a child.
ferred.” And she read “Impasse”: Last Thursday, the Joint Legislative
Committee on the Problems of Public
“I could tell you,
If I wanted to,
Health convened in the Public Health
What makes me Building, at 125 Worth Street, to hear a
n each of the past three years, the New panel of expert witnesses—doctors, law-
What I am.
“But I don’t
I York State Legislature has defeated
proposals to liberalize the state’s eighty-
yers, and clergymen selected for their
knowledge of medical, legal, and social
Really want to—
And you don’t
six-year-old criminal-abortion statute, problems connected with abortion—who
Give a damn.” which permits an abortion only when the were to comment on the law and suggest
operation is necessary to preserve a preg- modifications. About thirty women, in-
Miss Lindfors also read the poem nant woman’s life. Now a reform bill in- cluding City Councilman Carol Greit-
whose first line is “That Justice is a blind troduced by State Assemblyman Albert H. zer, came to the hearings to demonstrate
goddess” and the poem about “Birming- Blumenthal, of New York County, ap- against reform and for repeal, against
ham Sunday”—September 15, 1963, when pears likely to pass. It would amend “life” more hearings and for immediate action,
four little Negro girls were killed in to “health,” and give relief to women who and against the Committee’s concept of
Sunday school by a bomb thrown from are physically or mentally unequipped to expertise. “The only real experts on abor-
outside the church. Miss Lindfors read care for a child or who risk bearing a de- tion are women,” read a leaflet distrib-
several more poems—some bitterly hu- formed child, to victims of rape and in- uted by Women’s Liberation. “Women
morous ones, and the one that asks, cest, and to the very young. A second bill who have known the pain, fear, and so-
“What color / Is the face / Of war?,” and is also pending. Sponsored by Assembly- cially imposed guilt of an illegal abortion.
one called “Peace,” and, finally, “Down woman Constance Cook, of the 125th Women who have seen their friends dead
Where I Am”: Assembly District, it would repeal the or in agony from a post-abortion infec-
“Too many years abortion law entirely and make abortion tion. Women who have had children by
Beatin’ at the door— available on the same basis as any other the wrong man, at the wrong time, be-
I done beat my medical treatment. The repeal bill has re- cause no doctor would help them.” The
Both fists sore. ceived little public attention. Newspapers demonstrators, about half of them young
that mention it at all tend to treat it as a women and half middle-aged housewives
“Too many years
Tryin’ to get up there— quixotic oddity. Most people do not know and professionals, picketed outside the
Done broke my ankles down, that the Cook bill exists, and some leg- building until the proceedings began, at
Got nowhere. islators, when asked for their support, 10 A.M. Then they filed into the hearing
have professed not to have heard of it. A room. The eight members of the Joint
“Too many years number of women’s organizations, how- Committee—all male—were lined up on
Climbin’ that hill,
’Bout out of breath. ever, are very much aware of the repeal a platform facing the audience. The chair-
I got my fill. proposal and are determined to spread man, State Senator Norman F. Lent, an-
the word. These groups are part of a re- nounced that the purpose of the meet-
“I’m gonna plant my feet vived—and increasingly militant—fem- ing was not to hear public opinion but,
On solid ground. inist movement.They include the National rather, to hear testimony from “experts
If you want to see me,
Come down.” Organization for Women (NOW), the familiar with the psychological and so-
radical October Seventeenth Movement ciological facts.” Of the fifteen witnesses
The memorial to Langston Hughes (a split-off from NOW), and Women’s listed on the agenda, fourteen were men;
ended as it had begun, with Langston Liberation, a collective label for radical the lone woman was a nun.
Hughes’ low, bemused voice—this time feminist groups formed by women activ- The first witness, the chairman of
telling about how he came from the Mid- ists who found that men on the left too the Governor’s commission on abortion
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reform, began enumerating the commis legal abortions; one had had a child and Sex Workers Project at the Urban Jus
sion’s recommendations. Suddenly, a given it up for adoption; one had a friend tice Center and had recently taken the
young, neatly dressed woman seated near who had nearly died because she hesi case of a young immigrant transgen
the front stood up. “O.K., folks,” she said. tated to go to the hospital after a badly der woman who was in jail, facing fel
“Now it’s time to hear from the real ex done sevenhundreddollar operation. ony assault charges for defending herself
perts. I don’t mean the public opinion As it turned out, the women waited against an attacker—an exceedingly com
you’re so uninterested in. I mean concrete for seven hours, sitting on the floor in mon predicament. “Lorena came into my
evidence from the people who really the corridor, because the authorities, office and said, ‘I hear you need the birth
know—women. I can tell you the psy afraid of further disruption, would not certificate for one of the girls,’” Egyes
chological and sociological effect the law let them into the hearing room. Finally, told me on the phone. “I said, ‘Who are
has had on me—it’s made me angry! It’s three women were permitted to speak. you?’ ‘I am Lorena!’ ” Borjas also con
made me think about things like forcing They talked about their experiences and vinced Egyes to take on a second case
doctors to operate at gunpoint.” demanded a public hearing that would that stemmed from the same incident;
It took several minutes for Senator be devoted entirely to the expert testi the proceedings dragged on for about a
Lent to collect himself and try to re mony of women. year, with frequent court appearances.
store order. By that time, several other The legislators would not agree to Borjas always came to the hearings and
women were on their feet, shouting. this. “Why do you assume we’re against brought supporters. “She felt it was im
“Where are the women on your panel?” you?” one senator asked. “Four of the portant for the judge to see that these two
one woman said. witnesses were for repeal. They said the young women were loved,” Egyes said.
“I had an abortion when I was sev same things you’ve been saying.” Borjas died on Monday, at Coney Is
enteen. You don’t know what that’s like,” “There’s a political problem you’re land Hospital, in Brooklyn, of complica
another said. “Men don’t get pregnant. overlooking,” said the last of the women tions from COVID19. She left an orphaned
Men don’t rear children. They just make to speak. “In this society, there is an community of transgender women, es
the laws,” said a third. imbalance in power between men and pecially Latina immigrant women in
Senator Lent began,“If you girls can or women, just as there is between whites Queens, and countless L.G.B.T.rights
ganize yourselves and elect a spokesman—” and blacks. You and your experts may activists who looked to her for guid
“We don’t want a spokesman! We all have the right ideas, but you’re still men ance, inspiration, and love. About two
want to testify!” a woman cried. talking to each other. We want to be hundred and forty people gathered for
“But wait a minute, dear—” the Sen consulted. Even if we accepted your defi a memorial on Monday night, albeit via
ator began. nition of expert—and we don’t—couldn’t Zoom, which added a layer of heart
“Don’t call me ‘dear’! Would you call you find any female doctors or lawyers?” break to the mourning of a person whose
a black person ‘boy’?” the woman shouted. “I agree with you about the law,” Sen legacy was one of building commu
The committee quickly adjourned ator Thaler said. “But you’re just acting nity, in the streets and in apartments in
the hearing and announced that there out your personal pique against men.” her Jackson Heights neighborhood, and
would be a closed executive session in “Not personal pique—political griev- of taking close, personal, physical care
an upstairs room. ance! ” the final speaker replied. of people.
Senator Seymour Thaler, who has “All I can say,” Senator Thaler de Borjas was born in Veracruz, Mexico,
been long associated with hospital re clared, in conclusion, “is that you’re the in 1960. At seventeen, she ran away to
form, and who is himself a proponent rudest bunch of people I’ve ever met.” Mexico City, where she lived in the streets.
of the Cook bill, was furious with the The meeting broke up, and everyone At twenty, she crossed the border into
women. “What have you accomplished?” began drifting out. “Well, we’re proba the United States, where she hoped she
he called out. “There are people here bly the first women ever to talk about would be able to receive hormone treat
who want to do something for you!” our abortions in public,” one woman ments. She made her way to New York
1
“We’re tired of being done for! We said. “That’s something, anyway.” City, where she studied for her G.E.D.
want to do, for a change!” one of the —Ellen Willis and then studied accounting.
women replied. “Back then, the trans community
Upstairs, police barred the door, and APRIL 2, 2020 didn’t have spaces,” Cristina Herrera,
the women stood outside shouting, “We LORENA BORJAS the C.E.O. and founder of the Trans
are the experts!” Women’s Liberation latinx Network, a group for transgen
sent in a formal request to testify, and the der immigrants, told me on the phone.
committee replied that two women might “We met at Port Authority—that was
speak after the other witnesses had fin the main place, because you could stay
ished. The women were not satisfied (“It’s indoors.” Herrera, who is from El Sal
a backofthebus compromise!” “They vador, came to New York in 1985, at the
just want to stall us till the newspaper orena Borjas had a wheelie bag, and age of fifteen, and met Borjas soon after.
men go home”), but half a dozen mem
bers of Women’s Liberation decided to
L in the bag she had the world. The
first time Lynly Egyes met her, Bor
“She was like the social worker in our
community,” Herrera said. “She was the
stick it out. All of them were under thirty, jas pulled a birth certificate out of the case worker.” Borjas guided other trans
and half were married. Two had had il bag. Egyes was then a lawyer with the and gay immigrants to the resources she
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had found: E.S.L. classes, G.E.D. tests, when someone would get arrested, the fact real and that she helps people be-
community colleges, H.I.V. screening, first phone call was to Lorena,” Strangio cause she too was a victim and wanted
immigration lawyers, and research stud- said. In 2012, together the two founded to ensure that these girls had a way out
ies that paid for participation. the Lorena Borjas Community Fund, of bad situations.” Egyes attached a list
Borjas was able to obtain legal status which gives bail and bond assistance to of more than twenty awards, certificates,
under a Reagan-era amnesty. But, in the transgender immigrants in criminal and and proclamations Borjas had received
nineteen-nineties, she developed an ad- immigration proceedings. This was the in recognition of her activism. Governor
diction to crack, which, Herrera told me, kind of specific need Borjas’s knowledge Cuomo pardoned Borjas in 2017.
led to more and riskier sex work and, of the community could help identify. Borjas was not paid for most of her
finally, to a relationship in which Borjas At the time, the Obama Administra- work. She cobbled together a living: she
was trafficked. She was arrested several tion was increasing pressure on local po- was paid for some talks, outreach, and
times, making her ineligible to renew her lice to coöperate with Immigration and counselling sessions, and sometimes she
green card or apply for naturalization. Customs Enforcement; when immi- cleaned houses. “She made the money
In the late nineteen-nineties, Borjas grants ended up behind bars—for what- stretch,” Egyes said. “She gave me hope
escaped from her abuser. She got clean. ever reason—they faced the risk of de- that people do good things because they
Then she got to work helping people portation, and so it was essential to get are good people, not because they would
who hadn’t been as lucky. “In the morn- them out fast. get anything for it.”
ing, she would get up and go to the De- Even while Borjas was advocating on “None of her work was with a ‘res-
partment of Health and take free con- behalf of transgender immigrants, she cuing’ mentality,” Gentili said. “It was,
doms there,” Egyes told me. “Then she was at risk for being deported herself. A We help because we help each other.
might also go to a food pantry. And at She was the mother of the trans Lat-
night she would walk around with her inx community.”
wheelie bag, distributing the condoms Strangio recalled that, in 2011, Bor-
and the food.” jas threw a big party for him, complete
One of Borjas’s closest friends, Ce- with a cake. It wasn’t his birthday or a
cilia Gentili, who is forty-eight, told me date of any other significance. When
that she met Borjas in a bar in Jackson Strangio asked what the party was for,
Heights, in 2005. Gentili, who had come Borjas answered that it was a way of
from Argentina five years earlier, was giving thanks. “She celebrated people,”
undocumented then and doing sex work. he said. A year later, when Strangio and
A couple of years later, Gentili got a job his then partner were expecting a baby,
at Apicha, a clinic for the L.G.B.T. com- Borjas threw them a baby shower. “She
munity, and asked Borjas to help her raised money and got us a stroller and
reach out to potential clients. “She said, a car seat,” Strangio told me. “I mean,
‘Come with me to hand out condoms,’” we are lawyers! But, no, ‘You are going
Gentili said. “We started at 11 P.M., up to have a child, and we are going to take
and down Roosevelt Avenue. She said, care of you. That’s what we do.’”
‘When you give out condoms, you can Last year, Borjas became a U.S. citi-
give out referrals to your clinic.’” They zen. Her work had inspired several non-
walked the streets until three or four in Lorena Borjas profits, including the one that Herrera
the morning. At the time, New York runs. “She was starting to see the fruits
police often used possession of condoms couple of years into the friendship, Bor- of her labor,” Herrera said. And Borjas
as evidence in prostitution cases, and jas finally asked Egyes to look at her own herself was finally safe. “She had made
word on the street was that one shouldn’t case. Egyes joined the effort to vacate it through the AIDS epidemic!” Herrera
carry more than three at a time. So Bor- her convictions—it worked with some exclaimed. “She made it through the
jas considered it her duty to replenish but not all of them—and eventually filed crack epidemic! She made it through
sex workers’ supplies of condoms, a cou- a petition for a pardon. In her letter to the violence we faced in the nineties and
ple at a time, all night long. “She showed Governor Andrew Cuomo, Egyes de- two-thousands, with immigration! I
people that they had family,” Egyes said scribed some of the work that Borjas had thought we were going to have her until
of Borjas’s condom-distribution work. done. “At meeting after meeting with she was in her seventies or eighties.”
Chase Strangio, the deputy director law enforcement, many clients explained There is a particular gut punch that
of the L.G.B.T. and H.I.V. Project at how Lorena was the reason that they coronavirus deaths pack for people who
the American Civil Liberties Union, were able to escape their trafficker,” Egyes saw their generation decimated by AIDS.
met Borjas more than ten years ago, wrote. “At one point, former Assistant “When we met, we had a community of
when Strangio was working at the Syl- United States Attorney, [name redacted], fourteen,” Herrera said. “Recently, there
via Rivera Law Project. Borjas worked asked if Lorena was a real person be- were three of us left, two H.I.V.-positive
to educate him about patterns of arrests cause she seemed to help so many peo- and one negative.” Borjas was positive.
of transgender women of color. “She was ple but wasn’t affiliated with any orga- “And now there are only two of us left.”
so connected to the community that nization. I explained that Lorena is in —Masha Gessen
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“Do you think the people you preach
LETTER FROM JACKSON AUGUST 29, 1964 to have a feeling of love?” the young
man asked.
PLANE TO MISSISSIPPI
“Well, I’m not talking about weak
love,” King explained. “I’m talking about
love with justice. Weak love can be sen-
An encounter with Martin Luther King, Jr. timental and empty. I’m talking about
the love that is strong, so that you love
BY CALVIN TRILLIN your fellow-men enough to lead them
to justice.”
happened to fly from Atlanta to Jack- of a Southern city that prided itself on “Do you think that’s the same love
I son on the same plane as Martin Lu-
ther King, who was about to begin his
its progress. About halfway between At-
lanta and Montgomery, the plane’s first
Jesus taught?” the young man asked.
“Yes, I do.”
tour of Mississippi with some speeches stop, he leaned across the aisle and po- “Even though you incite one man
and meetings in Greenwood. He was litely said to King, in a thick drawl, “Ex- against another?”
accompanied by four of his aides in the cuse me. I heard them calling you Dr. “You have to remember that Christ
Southern Christian Leadership Confer- King. Are you Martin Luther King?” was crucified by people who were against
ence—Andrew Young, C. T. Vivian, “Yes, I am,” said King, just as politely. him,” said King, still in a polite, careful
Bernard Lee, and Dorothy Cotton—and “I wonder if I could ask you two ques- tone. “Do you think there’s love in the
except that all of them South now? Do you think
are Negroes and that the white people in the South
men were wearing buttons love Negroes?”
in their lapels that said, “I anticipated that,” said
“S.C.L.C. Freedom Now,” the young man. “There
the group might have been hasn’t always been love. I
thought to consist of a cor- admit we’ve made some
poration executive off to mistakes.”
make a sales-conference “Uh-huh. Well, let me
speech accompanied by tell you some of the things
efficient, neatly dressed that have happened to us.
young assistants brought We were slaves for two
along to handle arrange- hundred and fifty years.
ments and take care of the We endured one hundred
paperwork. As the plane years of segregation. We
left Atlanta, Young began have been brutalized and
going through a number of lynched. Can’t you under-
file folders, making notes stand that the Negro is
on a legal-sized yellow pad bound to have some resent-
and occasionally passing ment? But I preach that
them up to King, who despite this resentment we
paused in his reading of the should organize militantly
Times and the news mag- but non-violently. If we or-
azines now and then to ganize non-violently, we
consult with Young or Mrs. jixiansheng
can show the injustice. I
Cotton. Lee opened “The don’t think you’d be talking
Souls of Black Folk,” by to me now if we hadn’t had
W. E. B. DuBois, and Mrs. some success in making
Cotton brought out a copy people face the issue.”
of “Southern Politics,” by V. O. Key, which tions,” the young man said, and Young, “I happen to be a Christian,” the young
PHOTOGRAPH BY © FLIP SCHULKE / GETTY
she read when she wasn’t talking with Vivian, and Lee, all of whom were sit- man repeated.
King. Across the aisle from King, there ting behind King, leaned forward to hear “Do you think segregation is Chris-
happened to be sitting a stocky, nice-look- the conversation. “I happen to be a South- tian?” asked King.
ing young white man with a short hair- erner, but I also happen to consider my- “I was anticipating that,” the young
cut and wearing Ivy League clothes. He self a Christian. I wonder, do you feel man said. “I don’t have any flat answer.
looked as if he might have been a re- you’re teaching Christian love?” I’m questioning your methods as caus-
sponsible member of a highly regarded “Yes, that’s my basic approach,” King ing more harm than good.”
college fraternity six or eight years ago said. “I think love is the most durable el- “Uh-huh. Well, what do you suggest
and was now an equally responsible mem- ement in the world, and my whole ap- we need?” King was able to say “Uh-huh”
ber of the Junior Chamber of Commerce proach is based on that.” in a way that implied he had registered
16 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
a remark for what it was worth and de- asked King. “Would you condemn Christ “Are you asking me a question or mak-
cided not to bring up its more obvious for having a commitment to truth that ing a speech?” said the young man.
weaknesses, but he and the young man drove men to crucify him? Would you “Both,” Vivian said.
did seem genuinely interested in each condemn Socrates for having the views King looked up from his paper and
other’s views. that forced the hemlock on him? Soci- smiled across at the young man. “We’re
“I think we need respect and good ety must condemn the robber, not the all preachers, you see,” he explained, and
will,” said the young man. man he robs.” then turned to discuss something with
“How do you propose to get that?” “I don’t want to discuss our philosoph- Mrs. Cotton as the young man was mak-
King asked. ical differences,” said the young man. “I ing a point to Vivian.
The young man hesitated for a mo- just wanted to ask you those questions.” “You must be talking about Toynbee’s
ment and then said, “I don’t know. I just “Uh-huh. Well, I’m sorry you don’t book,” said Vivian, and he launched into
don’t agree that it does any good to in- think I’m a Christian.” a rapid-fire series of questions about
cite people. I know there’s resentment, “I didn’t say that.” Toynbee’s theories on race.
and you’re able to capitalize on this re- “Well, I’m sorry that you don’t think “There’s no need to debate this,” the
sentment and create friction and incite that what I preach is Christian, and I’m young man said finally, and he began to
discord. And you know this.” sorry you don’t think segregation is look out the window. At Montgomery,
“I don’t think we’re inciting discord un-Christian.” he walked off the plane.
but exposing discord,” King said. King turned back to his paper for a “What do you think of that?” King
“Well, let me ask you this,” said the few moments, as if the conversation had asked, shaking his head, as the white
young man. “Are you concerned that cer- ended—without progress but with no man left. “Such a young man, too. Those
tain people—well, let’s come out with animosity—and then he looked up and are the people who are rallying to Gold-
political labels—that this plays into the said to the young man, “What do you water. You can’t get to him. His mind
hands of the Communists?” think of the new civil-rights law? Do has been cold so long there’s nothing
“I think segregation and discrimina- you think that’s a good law?” that can get to him.”
tion play into the hands of the Commu- “Well, I haven’t read it, but I think The young man returned to the plane
nists much more than the efforts to end parts of it just carry on the trend toward before it left Montgomery, but, with a quick,
them,” said King. federal dictatorship.” embarrassed smile, he walked past King
“But it’s certainly been playing into “You sound like a good Goldwater- and the others and settled in a rear seat.
the Communists’ hands since you and ite,” said King, with a slight smile. “Are Lunch was served between Mont-
the others—as you put it—started ex- you going to vote for Goldwater?” gomery and Meridian, and afterward
posing what was there. There’s certainly “Yes, I expect I will,” the young man Lee went to sleep and Young crossed the
more attention given to it.” said. aisle to talk with Vivian about arrange-
“Don’t you think that if we don’t “It’s too bad you’re going to back a ments for that night. “I called the Jus-
solve this the Communists will have loser, because I’m afraid we’re going to tice Department today, and they said
more to gain?” hand him a decisive defeat in Novem- they think we should go back to Jack-
“I think much more progress was made ber.” King’s tone was light; he might have son after the meeting,” he said.
between the two races before the last few been joking with a long-time neighbor “I don’t like to have Dr. King on the
years, when you and other people started who had always been a member of the road at night,” Vivian replied.
inciting trouble between the two races.” opposing political party. “Apparently, Greenwood is the kind
“What is this progress?” asked King. “I’ve voted for losers before,” said the of place now where a mob might form,”
“Where was the lunch-counter desegre- young man. said Young. “They came right into the
gation? Where was the civil-rights law?” King turned back to his reading, and Negro neighborhood a few months ago
“In good relations,” the young man Vivian said, “What do you mean by fed- to get the kids at the S.N.C.C. office.”
answered. eral dictatorship?” “I never know if the Justice Depart-
“Good white relations,” interrupted The white man didn’t seem anxious ment knows something it’s not telling us,”
Vivian, who apparently felt unable to to take on a fresh adversary, but he re- said Vivian. “But I hate to be on the road.”
keep out of the argument any longer. plied, “I think everything should be done “Even with a state-patrol escort?”
“Well, I just wanted to ask those ques- at the lowest level of government.” “That state patrol isn’t a patrol,” Viv-
tions,” said the young man. He seemed “How about all the federal hospitals? ian said.
ready to end the discussion. The roads?” said Vivian. “You say you “I hear they were pretty good with
“Uh-huh,” said King. “Well, I’d like want the federal government to stay out the congressmen who went down there,”
to be loved by everyone, but we can’t al- of everything unless it has to do it. That’s said Young.
ways wait for love. Maybe you ought to why you have those hospitals and roads “Well, maybe so.”
read my writings. I’ve done quite a bit in Georgia, because Georgia was too poor “Well, let’s see what the mood is when
of writing on non-violence.” to pay for them. Do you know how much we get there,” Young said in conclusion.
“Well, I think you are causing vio- more Mississippi takes from the federal He walked across the aisle, lowered the
lence,” the young man said. government per person than it puts in? back of his seat, and soon went to sleep.
“Would you condemn the robbed man You didn’t start talking about federal dic- In front of him, King was engrossed in
for possessing the money to be robbed?” tatorship until it came to race—” a news magazine.
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 17
South Carolina—during Obama’s sec-
THE POLITICAL SCENE MARCH 14, 2016 ond term.
Black Lives Matter has been de-
Lives Matter activists—Marissa John- mass incarceration. She has met with have meaningful dialogue.” She con-
son and Mara Willaford—disrupted a members of the movement on other tinued, “We all lose when bullying and
Sanders rally in Seattle, preventing the occasions, too. Clinton has the support personal attacks become a substitute
Senator from addressing several thou- of older generations of black leaders for genuine conversation and princi-
sand people who had gathered to hear and activists—including Eric Garner’s pled disagreement.”
him. The women were booed by the mother—and she decisively carried the There’s nothing novel about person-
largely white crowd, but the dissent black vote in Super Tuesday primaries ality conflicts arising among activists,
wasn’t limited to whites. This was the across the South. But she has been re- but to older organizers, who had watched
22 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
as federal surveillance and infiltration Baltimore and he grew up on the same the non-centrality of her role. Last
programs sowed discord that all but side of town as Freddie Gray, whose month, on Martin Luther King Day,
wrecked the Black Power movement, death last year in police custody sparked she and Malachi were driving into San
the public airing of grievances seemed protests and riots in the city—at which Francisco, where she was scheduled to
particularly amateurish. “Movements Mckesson was a frequent presence. His appear at a community forum, when
are destroyed by conflicts over money, family struggled with poverty and drug they heard on the radio that the Bay
power, and credit,” Garza said, a week addiction, but he excelled academically Bridge had been shut down. Members
after the cancellation. “We have to take and went on to attend Bowdoin Col- of a coalition of organizations, includ-
seriously the impact of not being able lege, in Maine. He will be running ing the Bay Area chapter of Black Lives
to have principled disagreement, or we’re against twenty-eight other candidates. Matter, had driven onto the bridge,
not going to be around very long.” One of them, the city councilman Nick laced chains through their car windows,
Almost from the outset, Black Lives Mosby, is married to Marilyn Mosby, and locked them to the girders, shut-
Matter has been compared to the Oc- the Maryland state’s attorney, who is ting down entry to the city from Oak-
cupy movement. Occupy was similarly handling the prosecution of the six po- land. Garza had known that there were
associated with a single issue—income lice officers indicted in connection with plans to mark the holiday with a pro-
inequality—which it transformed into Gray’s death. test—marches and other events were
a movement through social media. Its In Baltimore, Mckesson told me that called across the nation—but she was
focus on the one per cent played a key he is using his savings to fund his ac- not informed of this specific activity
role in the 2012 election, and it likely tivist work. “It’s totally possible to have planned in her own city. “It’s not like
contributed to the unexpected support Beyoncé follow you on Twitter and still there’s a red button I push to make peo-
for Bernie Sanders’s campaign. To the be broke,” he said. (BuzzFeed reported ple turn up,” she said. It would have
movement’s critics, however, its achieve- that a former Citibank executive would been inconceivable for, say, the S.C.L.C.
ments fell short of its promise. Its dis- host an event at his New York City home to have carried out such an ambitious
sipation seemed to prove that, while the to raise funds for Mckesson’s campaign.) action without the leadership’s being
Internet can foster the creation of a new He wouldn’t discuss his candidacy’s im- aware of every detail.
movement, it can just as easily threaten plications for the movement, but he is In January, Garza travelled to Wash-
its survival. very serious about running. Two weeks ington, to attend President Obama’s
Black Lives Matter would appear to ago, he released a twenty-six-page re- final State of the Union address; she
face similar concerns, though in recent port detailing his platform for reform- had been invited by Barbara Lee, her
months the movement has tacked in ing the city’s schools, police department, congressional representative. (Lee, who
new directions. In November, the Ella and economic infrastructure. He has was the sole member of Congress to
Baker Center received a five-hundred- already been attacked for his connec- vote against the authorization of mil-
thousand-dollar grant from Google, tion to Teach for America; after he re- itary force after 9/11, has a high stand-
for Patrisse Cullors to further develop leased his plan for improving Baltimore’s ing among activists who are normally
a program to help California residents schools, it was dismissed as a corporat- skeptical of elected officials.) After the
monitor and respond to acts of police ist undertaking along the lines of Mi- speech, as Garza stood outside in the
violence. Last year, Mckesson, with chael Bloomberg’s and Rahm Emanu- cold, trying to hail a cab, she said that
Elzie, Brittany Packnett, and Sam- el’s reforms. He rejects the idea that his she was disappointed. The President
uel Sinyangwe, a twenty-five-year-old lack of experience in elected office should had not driven home the need for po-
data analyst with a degree from Stan- be an obstacle. When I asked how he lice reform. He had spoken of eco-
ford, launched Campaign Zero, a list thought he would be able to get mem- nomic inequality and a political sys-
of policing-policy recommendations bers of the city council and the state tem rigged to benefit the few, but had
that calls for, among other things, cur- legislature to support his ideas, he said, scarcely touched upon the implications
tailing arrests for low-level crimes, re- “I think we build relationships. That of that system for African-Americans
ducing quotas for summonses and question seems to come from a place of specifically. From the vantage point of
arrests, and demilitarizing police de- traditional reading of politics. That says, black progressives, his words were a
partments. To date, neither Clinton ‘If you don’t know people already, then kind of all-lives-matter statement of
nor Sanders has endorsed the platform, you cannot be successful.’ Politics as public policy.
but both have met with the activists to usual actually hasn’t turned into a change A year from now, Barack Obama
discuss it. in outcomes here.” will leave office, and with him will go
The announcement of Mckesson’s a particular set of expectations of ra-
mayoral candidacy, which he made on arza is tactful when she talks about cial rapprochement. So will the sense
Twitter—he has more than three hun-
dred thousand followers—is the most
G Mckesson’s campaign. “I’m in favor
of people getting in where they fit in.
that what happened in Sanford, Fer-
guson, Baltimore, Charleston, and
dramatic break from the movement’s Wherever you feel you can make the Staten Island represents a paradox.
previous actions. (Beyoncé has more greatest contribution, you should,” she Black Lives Matter may never have
than fourteen million followers, but she said. But she doesn’t see it as her role more influence than it has now. The
follows only ten people. Mckesson is to define the future of the movement. future is not knowable, but it isn’t likely
one of them.) Mckesson is a native of She told me an anecdote that illustrates to be unfamiliar.
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let young people put themselves on the
PROFILES JUNE 29, 2009 line, “and then I stand back behind them.”
The reporter still hadn’t got what he
THE CATASTROPHIST
wanted: “We’ve heard that you all are
planning, even hoping, to get arrested
today. Is that true?”
NASA’s climate expert delivers the news no one wants to hear. “I wouldn’t hope,” Hansen said. “But
I do want to draw attention to the issue,
BY ELIZABETH KOLBERT whatever is necessary to do that.”
Hansen, who is sixty-eight, has green-
ish eyes, sparse brown hair, and the dis-
tracted manner of a man who’s just lost
his wallet. (In fact, he frequently mis-
places things, including, on occasion,
his car.) Thirty years ago, he created one
of the world’s first climate models, nick-
named Model Zero, which he used to
predict most of what has happened to
the climate since. Sometimes he is re-
ferred to as the “father of global warm-
ing,” and sometimes as the grandfather.
Hansen has now concluded, partly
on the basis of his latest modelling
efforts and partly on the basis of obser-
vations made by other scientists, that
the threat of global warming is far
greater than even he had suspected. Car-
bon dioxide isn’t just approaching dan-
gerous levels; it is already there. Unless
immediate action is taken—including
the shutdown of all the world’s coal
plants within the next two decades—
the planet will be committed to change
on a scale society won’t be able to cope
with. “This particular problem has be-
come an emergency,” Hansen said.
Hansen’s revised calculations have
prompted him to engage in activities—
James Hansen on curbing coal emissions: “The science is clear. This is our one chance.” like marching on Washington—that
aging government scientists don’t usu-
few months ago, James Hansen, to begin on Capitol Hill, at the Spirit ally go in for. Last September, he trav-
A the director of NASA’s Goddard
Institute for Space Studies, in Manhat-
of Justice Park. By the time Hansen ar-
rived, thousands of protesters were al-
elled to England to testify on behalf
of anti-coal activists who were arrested
tan, took a day off from work to join a ready milling around, wearing green hard while climbing the smokestack of a power
protest in Washington, D.C. The im- hats and carrying posters with messages station to spray-paint a message to the
mediate target of the protest was the like “Power Past Coal” and “Clean Coal Prime Minister. (They were acquitted.)
Capitol Power Plant, which supplies Is Like Dry Water.” Hansen was imme- Speaking before a congressional special
steam and chilled water to congressio- diately surrounded by TV cameras. committee last year, Hansen asserted
nal offices, but more generally its ob- “You are one of the preëminent cli- that fossil-fuel companies were know-
ject was coal, which is the world’s lead- matologists in the world,” one televi- ingly spreading misinformation about
ing source of greenhouse-gas emissions. sion reporter said. “How does this square global warming and that their chairmen
As it happened, on the day of the pro- with your science?” “should be tried for high crimes against
test it snowed. Hansen was wearing a “I’m trying to make clear what the humanity and nature.” He has compared
trench coat and a wide-brimmed can- connection is between the science and freight trains carrying coal to “death
vas boater. He had forgotten to bring the policy,” Hansen responded. “Some- trains,” and wrote to the head of the Na-
gloves. His sister, who lives in D.C. and body has to do it.” tional Mining Association, who sent
had come along to watch over him, told The reporter wasn’t satisfied. “Civil him a letter of complaint, that if the
him that he looked like Indiana Jones. disobedience?” he asked, in a tone of mock comparison “makes you uncomfortable,
The march to the power plant was incredulity. Hansen said that he couldn’t well, perhaps it should.”
24 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 ILLUSTRATION BY JOHN CUNEO
Hansen insists that his intent is not me. The topic attracted him for much ‘Canonical Papers, ’” Michael Oppen-
to be provocative but conservative: his the same reason Venus’s clouds had: heimer, a climate scientist at Princeton,
only aim is to preserve the world as we there were new research questions to said. “About half of them are Jim’s.”
know it. “The science is clear,” he said, be answered. He decided to try to adapt Because of its implications for hu-
when it was his turn to address the pro- a computer program that had been de- manity, Hansen’s work also attracted
testers blocking the entrance to the Cap- signed to forecast the weather to see if considerable attention from the world
itol Power Plant. “This is our one chance.” it could be used to look further into the at large. His 1981 paper prompted the
future. What would happen to the earth first front-page article on climate change
he fifth of seven children, Hansen if, for example, greenhouse-gas levels that ran in the Times—“STUDY FINDS
T grew up in Denison, Iowa, a small,
sleepy town close to the western edge of
were to double?
“He never worked on any topic think-
WARMING TREND THAT COULD RAISE
SEA LEVELS,” the headline read—and
the state. His father was a tenant farmer ing it might be any use for the world,” within a few years he was regularly being
who, after the Second World War, went Anniek told me. “He just wanted to invited to testify before Congress. Still,
to work as a bartender. All the kids slept figure out the scientific meaning of it.” Hansen says, he didn’t imagine himself
in two rooms. As soon as he was old When Hansen began his modelling playing any role besides that of a re-
enough, Hansen went to work, too, de- work, there were good theoretical rea- search scientist. He is, he has written, “a
livering the Omaha World-Herald. When sons for believing that increasing CO2 poor communicator” and “not tactful.”
he was eighteen, he received a scholar- levels would cause the world to warm, “He’s very shy,” Ralph Cicerone, the
ship to attend the University of Iowa. It but little empirical evidence. Average president of the National Academy of
didn’t cover housing, so he rented a global temperatures had risen in the Sciences, who has known Hansen for
room for twenty-five dollars a month nineteen-thirties and forties; then they nearly forty years, told me. “And, as far
and ate mostly cereal. He stayed on at had declined, in some regions, in the as I can tell, he does not enjoy a lot of
the university to get a Ph.D. in physics, nineteen-fifties and sixties. A few years his public work.”
writing his dissertation on the atmo- into his project, Hansen concluded that “Jim doesn’t really like to look at any-
sphere of Venus. From there he went di- a new pattern was about to emerge. In one,” Anniek Hansen told me. “I say,
rectly to the Goddard Institute for Space 1981, he became the director of GISS. In ‘Just look at them!’”
Studies—GISS, for short—where he took a paper published that year in Science, Throughout the nineteen-eighties
up the study of Venusian clouds. he forecast that the following decade and nineties, the evidence of climate
By all accounts, including his own, would be unusually warm. (That turned change—and its potential hazards—
Hansen was preoccupied by his research out to be the case.) In the same paper, continued to grow. Hansen kept expect-
and not much interested in anything else. he predicted that the nineteen-nineties ing the political system to respond. This,
GISS’s offices are a few blocks south of would be warmer still. (That also turned after all, was what had happened with
Columbia University; when riots shut out to be true.) Finally, he forecast that the ozone problem. Proof that chlorofluo-
down the campus, in 1968, he barely no- by the end of the twentieth century a rocarbons were destroying the ozone
ticed. At that point, GISS’s computer was global-warming signal would emerge layer came in 1985, when British scien-
the fastest in the world, but it still had from the “noise” of natural climate vari- tists discovered that an ozone “hole” had
to be fed punch cards. “I was staying here ability. (This, too, proved to be correct.) opened up over Antarctica. The crisis
late every night, reading in my decks of Later, Hansen became even more was resolved—or, at least, prevented
cards,” Hansen recalled. In 1969, he left specific. In 1990, he bet a roomful of sci- from growing worse—by an interna-
GISS for six months to study in the Neth- entists that that year, or one of the fol- tional treaty phasing out chlorofluoro-
erlands. There he met his wife, Anniek, lowing two, would be the warmest on carbons which was ratified in 1987.
who is Dutch; the couple honeymooned record. (Within nine months, he had won “At first, Jim’s work didn’t take an
in Florida, near Cape Canaveral, so they the bet.) In 1991, he predicted that, owing activist bent at all,” the writer Bill Mc-
could watch an Apollo launch. to the eruption of Mt. Pinatubo, in the Kibben, who has followed Hansen’s ca-
In 1973, the first Pioneer Venus mis- Philippines, average global temperatures reer for more than twenty years and
sion was announced, and Hansen began would drop and then, a few years later, helped organize the anti-coal protest in
designing an instrument—a polarime- recommence their upward climb, which D.C., told me. “I think he thought, as
ter—to be carried on the orbiter. But was precisely what happened. did I, If we get this set of facts out in
soon his research interests began to shift front of everybody, they’re so power-
earthward. A trio of chemists—they rom early on, the significance of ful—overwhelming—that people will
would later share a Nobel Prize—had
discovered that chlorofluorocarbons and
F Hansen’s insights was recognized
by the scientific community. “The work
do what needs to be done. Of course,
that was naïve on both our parts.”
other man-made chemicals could break that he did in the seventies, eighties, and As recently as the George W. Bush
down the ozone layer. It had also be- nineties was absolutely groundbreaking,” Administration, Hansen was still oper-
come clear that greenhouse gases were Spencer Weart, a physicist turned his- ating as if getting the right facts in front
rapidly building up in the atmosphere. torian who has studied the efforts to un- of the right people would be enough. In
“We realized that we had a planet derstand climate change, told me. He 2001, he was invited to speak to Vice-Pres-
that was changing before our eyes, and added, “It does help to be right.” “I have ident Dick Cheney and other high-level
that’s more interesting,” Hansen told a whole folder in my drawer labelled Administration officials. For the meeting,
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 25
he prepared a detailed presentation ti- manity, has become clear,” Hansen wrote. prepared a PowerPoint presentation. It
tled “The Forcings Underlying Climate “It is still feasible to avert climate disas- was projected onto a screen beside a faded
Change.” In 2003, he was invited to Wash- ters, but only if policies are consistent portrait of George Washington. The first
ington again, to meet with the head of with what science indicates to be re- slide gave the title of the talk, “The Cli-
the Council on Environmental Quality quired.” Hansen gave the letter to Obama’s mate Threat to the Planet,” along with
at the White House.This time, he offered chief science adviser, John Holdren, with the disclaimer “Any statements relating
a presentation on what ice-core records whom he is friendly, and Holdren, he to policy are personal opinion.”
show about the sensitivity of the climate says, promised to deliver it. But Hansen Hansen likes to begin his talk with a
to changes in greenhouse-gas concen- never heard back, and by the spring he highly compressed but still perilously
trations. But by 2004 the Administra- had begun to lose faith in the new Ad- long discussion of climate history, be-
tion had dropped any pretense that it ministration. (In an e-mail, Holdren said ginning in the early Eocene, some fifty
was interested in the facts about climate that he could not discuss “what I have or million years ago. At that point, CO2
change. That year, NASA, reportedly at haven’t given or said to the President.”) levels were high and, as Hansen noted,
the behest of the White House, insisted “I had had hopes that Obama under- the world was very warm: there was prac-
that all communications between GISS stood the reality of the issue and would tically no ice on the planet, and palm
scientists and the outside world be routed seize the opportunity to marry the en- trees grew in the Arctic. Then CO2 lev-
through political appointees at the agency. ergy and climate and national-security els began to fall. No one is entirely sure
The following year, the Administration issues and make a very strong program,” why, but one possible cause has to do
prevented GISS from posting its monthly Hansen told me. “Maybe he still will, with weathering processes that, over many
temperature data on its Web site, osten- but I’m getting bad feelings about it.” millennia, allow carbon dioxide from the
sibly on the ground that proper proto- air to get bound up in limestone. As CO2
cols had not been followed. (The data here are lots of ways to lose an au- levels declined, the planet grew cooler;
showed that 2005 was likely to be the
warmest year on record.) Hansen was
T dience with a discussion of global
warming, and new ones, it seems, are
Hansen flashed some slides on the screen,
which showed that, between fifty mil-
also told that he couldn’t grant a routine being discovered all the time. As well as lion and thirty-five million years ago,
interview to National Public Radio. anyone, Hansen ought to know this; still, deep-ocean temperatures dropped by
When he spoke out about the restric- he persists in trying to make contact. He more than ten degrees. Eventually, around
tions, scientists at other federal agencies frequently gives public lectures; just in thirty-four million years ago, tempera-
complained that they were being simi- the past few months, he has spoken to tures sank low enough that glaciers began
larly treated and a new term was in- Native Americans in Washington, D.C.; to form on Antarctica. By around three
vented: government scientists, it was said, college students at Dartmouth; high- million years ago—perhaps earlier—per-
were being “Hansenized.” school students in Copenhagen; con- manent ice sheets had begun to form in
“He had been waiting all this time for cerned citizens, including King Harald, the Northern Hemisphere as well. Then,
global warming to become the issue that in Oslo; renewable-energy enthusiasts about two million years ago, the world
ozone was,” Anniek Hansen told me. in Milwaukee; folk-music fans in Bea- entered a period of recurring glaciations.
“And he’s very patient. And he just kept con, New York; and public-health pro- During the ice ages—the most recent
on working and publishing, thinking that fessionals in Manhattan. one ended about twelve thousand years
someone would do something.” She went In April, I met up with Hansen at ago—CO2 levels dropped even further.
on, “He started speaking out, not because the state capitol in Concord, New Hamp- What is now happening, Hansen
he thinks he’s good at it, not because he explained to the group in New Hamp-
enjoys it, but because of necessity.” shire, is that climate history is being run
“When Jim makes up his mind, he in reverse and at high speed, like a cas-
pursues whatever conclusion he has to sette tape on rewind. Carbon dioxide
the end point,” Michael Oppenheimer is being pumped into the air some ten
said. “And he’s made up his mind that thousand times faster than natural weath-
you have to pull out all the stops at this ering processes can remove it.
point, and that all his scientific efforts “So humans now are in charge of at-
would come to naught if he didn’t also mospheric composition,” Hansen said.
involve himself in political action.” Start- Then he corrected himself: “Well, we’re
ing in 2007, Hansen began writing to shire, where he had been invited to speak determining it, whether we’re in charge
world leaders, including Prime Minis- by local anti-coal activists. There had or not.”
ANTHONY RUSSO, AUGUST 28, 2017
ter Gordon Brown, of Britain, and Yasuo been only a couple of days to publicize Among the many risks of running
Fukuda, then the Prime Minister of the event; nevertheless, more than two the system backward is that the ice sheets
Japan. In December, 2008, he composed hundred and fifty people showed up. I formed on the way forward will start
a personal appeal to Barack and Mi- asked a woman from the town of Os- to disintegrate. Once it begins, this pro-
chelle Obama. sipee why she had come. “It’s a once-in- cess is likely to be self-reinforcing. “If
“A stark scientific conclusion, that we a-lifetime opportunity to hear bad news we burn all the fossil fuels and put all
must reduce greenhouse gases below pres- straight from the horse’s mouth,” she that CO2 into the atmosphere, we will
ent amounts to preserve nature and hu- said. For the event, Hansen had, as usual, be sending the planet back to the ice-
26 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
nically feasible.” But “it requires us to
take action promptly.”
EMMETT TILL’S GLASS-TOP CASKET Coincidentally, that afternoon a vote
was scheduled in the New Hampshire
By the time they cracked me open again, topside, state legislature on a proposal involving
abandoned in a toolshed, I had become another kind of nest. the state’s largest coal-fired power plant,
Not many people connect possums with Chicago, the Merrimack Station, in the town of
Bow. The station’s owner was planning
but this is where the city ends, after all, and I float to spend several hundred million dol-
still, after the footfalls fade and the roots bloom around us. lars to reduce mercury emissions from
The fact was, everything that worked for my young man the plant—a cost that it planned to pass
on to ratepayers. Hansen, who said he
worked for my new tenants. The fact was, he had been thought the plant should simply be shut,
gone for years. They lifted him from my embrace, and I was called the plan a “terrible waste of money.”
empty, ready. That’s how the possums found me, friend, A lawmaker sympathetic to this view
had introduced a bill calling for more
dry-docked, a tattered mercy hull. Once I held a boy study of the project, but, as several peo-
who didn’t look like a boy. When they finally remembered, ple who came up to speak to Hansen
they peeked through my clear top. Then their wild surprise. after his talk explained, it was opposed
by the state’s construction unions and
—Cornelius Eady seemed headed for defeat. (Less than an
hour later, the bill was rejected in com-
mittee by a unanimous vote.)
free state,” Hansen said. “It will take a argues, what needs to be done. He dis- “I assume you’re used to telling policy-
while to get there—ice sheets don’t melt played a chart of known fossil-fuel re- makers the truth and then having them
instantaneously—but that’s what we serves represented in terms of their car- ignore you,” one man said to Hansen.
will be doing. And if you melt all the bon content. There was a short bar for Hansen smiled ruefully. “You’re right.”
ice, sea levels will go up two hundred oil, a shorter bar for natural gas, and a
and fifty feet. So you can’t do that with- tall bar for coal. n scientific circles, worries about D.A.I.
out producing a different planet.” “We’ve already used about half of the
oil,” he observed. “And we’re going to
I are widespread. During the past few
years, researchers around the world have
here’s no precise term for the level use all of the oil and natural gas that’s noticed a disturbing trend: the planet is
T of CO2 that will assure a climate
disaster; the best that scientists and pol-
easily available. It’s owned by Russia
and Saudi Arabia, and we can’t tell them
changing faster than had been antici-
pated. Antarctica, for example, had not
icymakers have been able to come up not to sell it. So, if you look at the size been expected to show a net loss of ice
with is the phrase “dangerous anthro- of these fossil-fuel reservoirs, it becomes for another century, but recent studies
pogenic interference,” or D.A.I. Most very clear. The only way we can con- indicate that the continent’s massive ice
official discussions have been premised strain the amount of carbon dioxide in sheets are already shrinking. At the other
on the notion that D.A.I. will not be the atmosphere is to cut off the coal end of the globe, the Arctic ice cap has
reached until CO2 levels hit four hun- source, by saying either we will leave the been melting at a shocking rate; the ex-
dred and fifty parts per million. Han- coal in the ground or we will burn it tent of the summer ice is now only a lit-
sen, however, has concluded that the only at power plants that actually cap- tle more than half of what it was just
threshold for D.A.I. is much lower. ture the CO2.” Such power plants are forty years ago. Meanwhile, scientists
“The bad news is that it’s become often referred to as “clean coal plants.” have found that the arid zones that cir-
clear that the dangerous amount of car- Although there has been a great deal of cle the globe north and south of the
bon dioxide is no more than three hun- talk about them lately, at this point there tropics have been expanding more rap-
dred and fifty parts per million,” he told are no clean-coal plants in commercial idly than computer models had pre-
the crowd in Concord. The really bad operation, and, for a combination of dicted. This expansion of the subtrop-
news is that CO2 levels have already technological and economic reasons, it’s ics means that highly populated areas,
reached three hundred and eighty-five not clear that there ever will be. including the American Southwest and
parts per million. (For the ten thousand Hansen continued, “If we had a mor- the Mediterranean basin, are likely to
years prior to the industrial revolution, atorium on any new coal plants and suffer more and more frequent droughts.
carbon-dioxide levels were about two phased out existing ones over the next “Certainly, I think the shrinking of
hundred and eighty parts per million, twenty years, we could get back to three the Arctic ice cap made a very strong
and if current emissions trends continue hundred and fifty parts per million impression on a lot of scientists,” Spen-
they will reach four hundred and fifty within several decades.” Reforestation, cer Weart, the physicist, told me. “And
APRIL 5, 2010
parts by around 2035.) for example, if practiced on a massive these things keep popping up. You
Once you accept that CO2 levels are scale, could begin to draw global CO2 think, What, another one? Another
already too high, it’s obvious, Hansen levels down, Hansen says, “so it’s tech- one? They’re almost all in the wrong
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direction, in the direction of making two. As oil supplies dwindle, there will and coal are broadly shared, he is still,
the change worse and faster.” still be plenty of coal, which could be— among climate scientists, an outlier. “Al-
“In nearly all areas, the developments and in some places already is being— most everyone in the scientific commu-
are occurring more quickly than had been converted into a very dirty liquid fuel. nity is prepared to say that if we don’t
assumed,” Hans Joachim Schellnhuber, Before Steven Chu, a Nobel Prize-win- do something now to reverse the direc-
the head of Germany’s Potsdam Insti- ning physicist, was appointed to his cur- tion we’re going in we either already are
tute for Climate Impact Research, re- rent post as Energy Secretary, he said in or will very, very soon be in the danger
cently observed. “We are on our way to a speech, “There’s enough carbon in the zone,” Naomi Oreskes, a historian of
a destabilization of the world climate that ground to really cook us. Coal is my science and a provost at the University
has advanced much further than most worst nightmare.” (These are lines that of California at San Diego, told me.
people or their governments realize.” Hansen is fond of invoking.) A couple “But Hansen talks in stronger terms.
Obama’s science adviser, John Holdren, of months ago, seven prominent climate He’s using adjectives. He has started to
a physicist on leave from Harvard, has scientists from Australia wrote an open speak in moral terms, and that always
said that he believes “any reasonably com- letter to the owners of that country’s makes scientists uncomfortable.”
prehensive and up-to-date look at the ev- major utility companies urging that “no Hansen is also increasingly isolated
idence makes clear that civilization has new coal-fired power stations, except among climate activists. “I view Jim
already generated dangerous anthropo- ones that have ZERO emissions,” be built. Hansen as heroic as a scientist,” Eileen
genic interference in the climate system.” They also recommended an “urgent pro- Claussen, the president of the Pew Cen-
There is also broad agreement among gram” to phase out old plants. ter on Global Climate Change, said.
scientists that coal represents the most “The unfortunate reality is that gen- “He was there at the beginning, he’s
serious threat to the climate. Coal now uine action on climate change will re- faced all kinds of pressures politically,
provides half the electricity in the United quire that existing coal-fired power sta- and he’s done a terrific job, I think, of
States. In China, that figure is closer to tions cease to operate in the near future,” keeping focussed. But I wish he would
eighty per cent, and a new coal-fired the group wrote. stick to what he really knows. Because
power plant comes online every week or But if Hansen’s anxieties about D.A.I. I don’t think he has a realistic view of
what is politically possible, or what the
best policies would be to deal with this
problem.”
In Washington, the only approach to
limiting emissions that is seen as having
any chance of being enacted is a so-called
“cap and trade” system. Under such a
system, the government would set an
over-all cap for CO2 emissions, then al-
locate allowances to major emitters, like
power plants and oil refineries, which
could be traded on a carbon market. In
theory, at least, the system would dis-
courage fossil-fuel use by making emit-
ters pay for what they are putting out.
But to the extent that such a system has
been tried, by the members of the Eu-
ropean Union, its results so far are in-
conclusive, and Hansen argues that it is
essentially a sham. (He recently referred
to it as “the Temple of Doom.”) What
is required, he insists, is a direct tax on
carbon emissions. The tax should be
significant at the start—equivalent to
roughly a dollar per gallon for gasoline—
and then grow steeper over time. The
revenues from the tax, he believes, ought
to be distributed back to Americans on
a per-capita basis, so that households
that use less energy would actually make
money, even as those that use more would
find it increasingly expensive to do so.
“The only defense of this monstrous
absurdity that I have heard,” Hansen
wrote a few weeks ago, referring to a
cap-and-trade system, “is ‘Well, you are
right, it’s no good, but the train has left
the station.’ If the train has left, it had
better be derailed soon or the planet,
and all of us, will be in deep do-do.”
o. 2245 Elyria Avenue in Lo- bedroom.” This is the gothic, dreamlike hung on the wall. As we chatted, Mor-
“Being a black woman writer is not a shallow place to write from,” Morrison says. “It doesn’t limit my imagination; it expands it.”
encounter.)” I asked her about the story. supervision of an English teacher in ju the black high schools were divided by
“The man was a threat to us, we thought,” nior high school, was no less uncomfort skin tone, as in the Deep South. The
Morrison replied. “He scared us. I’m sure able—rather more. It provoked a feeling system was replicated at Howard. “On
that man was drunk, you know, but the I can only describe now as muffled rage, campus itself, the students were very
important thing was the notion that my as though appreciation of the work re much involved in that ranking, and your
father was a protector, and particularly quired my complicity in and sanction of skin gave you access to certain things,”
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Morrison said. “There was something 1934 movie “Imitation of Life”—“and novels. In it, she focusses on the lives
called ‘the paper-bag test’—darker than play with it, turn it around,” Morrison of little black girls—perhaps the least
the paper bag put you in one category, said. When she was young, she said, “an- likely, least commercially viable story
similar to the bag put you in another, other little black girl and I were discuss- one could tell at the time. Morrison po-
and lighter was yet another and the most ing whether there was a real God or not. sitioned the white world at the periph-
privileged category. I thought them to I said there was, and she said there wasn’t ery; black life was at the center, and black
be idiotic preferences.” She was drawn and she had proof: she had prayed for, females were at the center of that. Mor-
to the drama department, which she felt and not been given, blue eyes. I just re- rison wasn’t sentimental about the black
was more interested in talent than in member listening to her and imagin- community. Cholly Breedlove rapes his
skin color, and toured the South with ing her with blue eyes, and it was a daughter Pecola because it is one of the
the Howard University Players. The itin- grotesque thing. She had these high few forms of power he has (“How dare
eraries were planned very carefully, but cheekbones and these great big slanted she love him?” he thinks. “Hadn’t she any
once in a while, because of inclement dark eyes, and all I remember thinking sense at all? What was he supposed to
weather or a flat tire, the troupe would was that if she had blue eyes she would do about that? Return it? How? What
arrive in a town too late to check in to be horrible.” could his calloused hands produce to
the “colored” motel. Then one of the When Morrison read the story to make her smile?”); a group of children
professors would open the Yellow Pages the writing group, Sebree turned to her scapegoat her as her misfortune worsens
and call the minister of the local Zion and said, “You are a writer.” (“All of us—all who knew her—felt so
or Baptist church, and the players would wholesome after we cleaned ourselves
be put up by members of the congrega- n 1964, Morrison returned to Lorain. on her. We were so beautiful when we
tion. “There was something not just en-
dearing but welcoming and restorative
I Her marriage had fallen apart and she
had to determine how she was going to
stood astride her ugliness”); and three
whores are her only source of tender-
in the lives of those people,” she said. “I take care of her family—her son Ford ness (“Pecola loved them, visited them,
think the exchange between Irving Howe was three years old and Slade was on the and ran their errands. They, in turn, did
and Ralph Ellison is along those lines: way. An ad in The New York Review of not despise her”).
Ralph Ellison said something nice about Books listed a position with L. W. Singer, The writing, on the other hand, was
living in the South, and Irving Howe a textbook division of Random House lush, sensible-minded, and often hilar-
said, ‘Why would you want to live in that was based in Syracuse. Morrison ap- ious. If Morrison had a distinctive style,
such an evil place?’ Because all he was plied for and got the job. She took her it was in her rhythms: the leisurely pace
thinking about was rednecks. And Ralph babies (Slade was born in 1965) and moved of her storytelling. Clearly her writing
Ellison said, ‘Black people live there.’” East. She was thirty-four years old. In had grown out of an oral tradition. Rather
After graduating from Howard, in Syracuse, she didn’t care to socialize; in- than confirm the reader’s sense of alien-
1953, she went on to Cornell, where she stead, she returned to the story about the ation by employing distancing tech-
earned a master’s degree in American girl who wanted blue eyes and began to niques, Morrison coaxed the reader into
literature, writing a thesis titled “Vir- expand it. She wrote when she could— believing the tale. She rooted her char-
ginia Woolf ’s and William Faulkner’s usually after the children went to sleep. acters’ lives in something real—certainly
Treatment of the Alienated.” What she And since she was the sole support for in the minds of black readers.
saw in their work—“an effort to dis- her children, she couldn’t sacrifice the real This came at a time when the pre-
cover what pattern of existence is most world for her art. “I stole time to write,” vailing sensibility in most American
conducive to honesty and self-knowl- she said. “Writing was my other job—I novels was urban and male, an out-
edge, the prime requisites for living a always kept it over there, away from my growth of the political and personal
significant life”—she emulated in her ‘real’ work as an editor or teacher.” It took concerns that Ellison and Bellow, Bald-
own life. She went back to Howard to her five years to complete the book, be- win and Roth had developed living in
teach, and Stokely Carmichael was one cause she enjoyed the process so much. predominantly black or Jewish neigh-
of her students. Around this time, she Holt, Rinehart & Winston published borhoods. Morrison was different. She
met and married Harold Morrison, a “The Bluest Eye” in 1970, with a pic- grew up in an integrated town in the
Jamaican-born architect. She joined a ture of Morrison lying on her side against heart of America. “The point was to re-
writing group, where the one rule was a white backdrop, her hair cut in an ally open a book that’s about black peo-
that you had to bring something to read Afro. Taken at the moment when fash- ple, or by a black person, me or any-
every week. Among the writers in that ion met the counterculture—when Black body,” she said. “In the sixties, most of
group were the playwright and director was coöpted as Beautiful and soul-food the literature was understood by the
Owen Dodson and his companion the recipes ran in fashion magazines next critics as something sociological, a kind
painter Charles Sebree. At first, Mor- to images of Black Panther wives tying of revelation of the lives of these peo-
rison said, she brought in “all that old their heads up in bright fabric—the pic- ple. So there was a little apprehension,
junk from high school.” Then she began ture was the visual equivalent of the you know—Is it going to make me feel
writing a story about a little black girl, book: black, female, individualistic. bad, is it going to make me feel good?
Pecola Breedlove, who wanted blue eyes. Set in Lorain at the end of the De- I said, I’m going to make it as readable
“I wanted to take the name of Peola”— pression, “The Bluest Eye” remains the as I can, but I’m not going to pull any
the “tragic mulatto” character from the most autobiographical of Morrison’s punches. I don’t have an agenda here.”
34 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
One of the few critics to embrace and went to see Robert Gottlieb, the ed- thing—writing freelance—I’d send a
Morrison’s work was John Leonard, who itor-in-chief of Knopf, an imprint of check to Toni Cade with a note that said,
wrote in the Times, “Miss Morrison ex- Random House. Gottlieb recalled the ‘You have won the so-and-so grant,’ and
poses the negative of the Dick-and-Jane- interview: “I said, ‘I like you too much so on. I remember Toni Cade coming to
and-Mother-and-Father-and-Dog-and- to hire you, because in order to hire you my house with groceries and cooking
Cat photograph that appears in our I have to feel free to fire you. But I’d love dinner. I hadn’t asked her.” The support
reading primers and she does it with a to publish your books.’” He became her was intellectual as well as practical. Sonia
prose so precise, so faithful to speech editor, and Morrison got a job under Ep- Sanchez told me, “I think we all looked
and so charged with pain and wonder stein as a trade editor at Random House. up and saw that we were writing in differ-
that the novel becomes poetry. . . . ‘The At Random House, Morrison pub- ent genres, but we were experiencing the
Bluest Eye’ is also history, sociology, folk- lished Gayl Jones, Toni Cade Bambara, same kinds of things, and saying similar
lore, nightmare and music.” and Angela Davis, among others. She kinds of things.” Their books formed a
The poet Sonia Sanchez, who taught was responsible for “The Myth of Les- critical core that people began to see as
“The Bluest Eye” in her classroom at bianism,” one of the first studies of the the rebirth of black women’s fiction.
Temple University, saw the book as an subject from a major publisher, and Before the late sixties, there was no
indictment of American culture. For “Giant Talk,” Quincy Troupe and Rainer real Black Studies curriculum in the acad-
Pecola, the descendant of slaves, to want Schulte’s anthology of Third World emy—let alone a post-colonial-studies
the master’s blue eyes represents the “sec- writing. Morrison gave me a copy of program or a feminist one. As an edi-
ond generation of damage in America,” one of the first books she worked on, tor and author, Morrison, backed by the
Sanchez told me. “For this woman, Toni “Contemporary African Literature,”pub- institutional power of Random House,
Morrison, to write this, to show this to lished in 1972, a groundbreaking collec- provided the material for those discus-
us—it was the possible death of a peo- tion that included work by Wole Soy- sions to begin.The advent of Black Stud-
ple right there, the death of a younger inka, Chinua Achebe, Léopold-Sédar ies undoubtedly helped Morrison, too:
generation that had been so abused that Senghor, and Athol Fugard. (For some “It was the academic community that
there was really no hope. What Toni has of them, it was their first publication in gave ‘The Bluest Eye’ its life,” she said.
done with her literature is that she has America.) The book is lavishly illus- “People assigned it in class. Students
made us look up and see ourselves. She trated, with many color photographs of bought the paperback.”
has authenticated us, and she has also African tribesmen and African land- In order to get attention for her au-
said to America, in a sense, ‘Do you know scapes. Showing me the table of con- thors—publishers still thought that the
what you did? But, in spite of what you tents, Morrison said, “What was I think- ideal book buyer was a thirty-year-old
did, here we is. We exist. Look at us.’” ing? I thought if it was beautiful, people Long Island woman, and reviewers would
“What was driving me to write was would buy it.” (Not many did.) lump together books by Ishmael Reed
the silence—so many stories untold and The women she worked with, in par- and Angela Davis, along with children’s
unexamined. There was a wide vacuum ticular, became some of her closest friends. books, in a single article—Morrison de-
in the literature,” Morrison said. “I was “Single women with children,” she said, cided to concentrate on one African-
inspired by the silence and absences in when I asked her about that era. “If you American text each season. She worked
the literature.” The story she told was a had to finish writing something, they’d diligently. “I wanted to give back some-
distinctly American one: complicated, take your kids, or you’d sit with theirs. thing,” she said. “I wasn’t marching. I
crowded, eventful, told from the perspec- This was a network of women. They didn’t go to anything. I didn’t join any-
tive of innocents. “I think of the voice of lived in Queens, in Harlem and Brook- thing. But I could make sure there was
the novel as a kind of Greek chorus, one lyn, and you could rely on one another. a published record of those who did
that comments on the action,” she once If I made a little extra money on some- march and did put themselves on the
said. She was a social realist, like Drei-
ser, with the lyricism and storytelling ge-
nius of someone like Isak Dinesen.
than dismantling the myth of the in- the company to get the mortgage for me. year), forty-eight prominent black in-
domitable black woman, long-suffering The second time was after ‘Tar Baby’ tellectuals and writers, including Maya
and oversexed. In a book about real and was published. I knew it was unortho- Angelou, Lucille Clifton, Henry Louis
fictional black women, I wrote that the dox, but I wanted to come into the office Gates, Jr., Alice Walker, and Quincy
obsessive “man love” of Hannah, Sula’s less. I was doing what the editors did— Troupe, protested “against such oversight
mother, was a stereotype. (At the time, line editing—at home. It was such a waste and harmful whimsy” in a statement that
I didn’t see that Morrison’s decision to of time to come in and drink coffee and was printed in the Times Book Review.
burn her to death was a moral condem- gossip. So I started working one day a “Alive, we write this testament of thanks
38 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
to you, dear Toni: alive, beloved and per-
severing, magical. . . . For all America,
for all of American letters, you have ad-
vanced the moral and artistic standards
by which we must measure the daring
and the love of our national imagination
and our collective intelligence as a peo-
ple.” They contested the fact that Mor-
rison had yet to be considered for a Pu-
litzer Prize. Later that year, “Beloved”
did win a Pulitzer. Ralph Ellison, for one,
disapproved of the special pleading. “Toni
doesn’t need that kind of support, even
though it was well intentioned,” he said.
“Beloved”’s profile only got higher
as time went by. The contrarian critic
Stanley Crouch called it “protest pulp
fiction” and complained that it ideal-
ized black behavior “to placate senti- “Comparison is the thief of joy, Mittens.”
mental feminist ideology, and to make
sure that the vision of black woman as
the most scorned and rebuked of the
• •
victims doesn’t weaken.” He objected
to its commerciality. “Were ‘Beloved’ will” and that her award was “a triumph compete with myself, with my stan-
adapted for television (which would suit of political correctness.” A piece in the dards. How to do better the next time,
the crass obviousness that wins out over Washington Post asked well-known how to work well.”
Morrison’s literary gift at every signifi- American writers whom they would
cant turn) the trailer might go like this: like to see receive the award. Erica Jong ear the end of one of our inter-
‘Meet Sethe, an ex-slave woman who
harbors a deep and terrible secret that
(whose choice, Doris Lessing, Jong de-
scribed as “the wrong kind of African:
N views last summer, Morrison took
me on a tour of the house. Descending
has brought terror into her home.’” (As white”) wrote, “I wish that Toni Mor- the staircase off the sitting room, we
it happened, it was adapted for film, rison, a bedazzling writer and a great had a look at her office, with its two big
with Oprah in the role of Sethe.) human being, had won her prize only desks stacked with paper and correspon-
Best-selling books, film adaptations, for her excellence at stringing words to- dence. Behind one desk was her assis-
television talk-show appearances all in- gether. But I am nevertheless delighted tant, John Hoppenthaler, a poet. Win-
creased Morrison’s celebrity and drew at her choice. . . . I suspect, however, that dows surrounded the room. “I don’t
other famous people into her life. The her prize was not motivated solely by really write that much in here,” Morri-
actor Marlon Brando would phone to artistic considerations. Why can’t art in son said. “Don’t look at it—it’s a mess.”
read her passages from her novels that itself be enough? Must we also use the She decided that she would pick some
he found particularly humorous. Oprah artist as a token of progressivism?” The tomatoes for lunch. She is what she calls
had her to dinner—on TV. By the time Nobel Committee said that Morrison a “pot” gardener—she enjoys gardening
the film of “Beloved” was released, Mor- “delves into the language itself, a lan- on a small scale. The room below the
rison’s fame was inescapable. I recall guage she wants to liberate from the office is where Morrison does her writ-
walking along the West Side piers in fetters of race.” To this, one critic re- ing. It has a slate floor, a big wooden ta-
Manhattan and hearing a Puerto Rican torted that she has “erected an insistent ble—“It’s from Norway, not that I got
queen, defending one of her “children,” awareness of race (and gender and what- it in Norway, and I’m sure the man who
say to an opponent, “You want me to ever else may be the ‘identity’-defining imported it overcharged for it, but I love
go ‘Beloved’ on your ass?” trait du jour) as the defining feature of all the grooves and cracks in it”—and
Morrison’s critics reached their loud- the self.” a fully equipped kitchen. Sometimes
est pitch when she was awarded the “I have never competed with other she cooks Thanksgiving dinner for her
Nobel Prize, in 1993, a year that Thomas people,” Morrison told me. “It just never family there (both sons are married, with
Pynchon and Joyce Carol Oates had occurred to me. I have to sort of work children), but it’s a room meant for work.
been favored to win. “I hope this prize it up to understand what people are French doors lead out to a stretch of
inspires her to write better books,” talking about when they complain about grass and the river beyond. Morrison
Crouch said. Charles Johnson, a black what this person did or that person got to work picking tomatoes off a small
novelist, called her writing “often offen- shouldn’t do. There were several con- vine trained against a stone wall. Two
sive, harsh. Whites are portrayed badly. tenders from the U.S. that year, and my tomatoes that did not meet her stan-
Men are. Black men are.” He said that wish was that they would’ve all gotten dards she chucked into the river. Then
she had been “the beneficiary of good it, so that I could be left alone. I only she led me inside to get back to work.
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 39
PROFILES MAY 13, 2002
PUBLIC NUISANCE
Larry Kramer, the man who warned America about AIDS, can’t stop fighting hard—and loudly.
BY MICHAEL SPECTER
long and vituperative essay ap- who often wondered in print why gay the best-selling works of gay fiction.
“Larry helped change medicine in this country,” a leading federal health official said.
PHOTOGRAPH BY DUANE MICHALS THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 41
suddenly wanted benefits and protections during Mass; more than a hundred were but theatre nonetheless. He was trained
that only Washington could provide. arrested, including many who were car- in the movie business, and he produced
Kramer’s actions had even more pro- ried outside on stretchers by police. (“Our the AIDS epidemic as if it were a Bibli-
found effects: they helped revolutionize greatest fucking day,’’ Kramer told me, cal epic. Many people saw him simply as
the American practice of medicine.Twen- the exhilaration flooding back, years later. overwrought and egomaniacal—the AIDS
ty-first-century patients no longer treat “Who could ever buy publicity like that?”) movement’s very own Norma Desmond.
their doctors as deities. People demand Larry Kramer may be responsible for Not surprisingly, Kramer didn’t care. “Peo-
to know about the treatments they will more public arrests than anyone since ple need to talk about what you did if
receive. They scour the Internet, ask for the height of the civil-rights movement: you want to make an impact,’’ he told me
statistics on surgical success rates, and if AIDS activists who tried to dump the recently. “Otherwise, why bother having
they don’t like what they hear ashes of a young friend onto a fit in the first place?’’
they shop around. The Food the South Lawn of the White In 1983, however, Kramer’s crusade
and Drug Administration no House; protesters who shut had barely begun, and it all seemed
longer considers approving a down the floor of the New hopeless to him. “My sleep is tormented
new drug until it has consulted York Stock Exchange, sur- by nightmares and visions of lost friends,
representatives of groups who rounded the Food and Drug and my days are flooded by the tears
would use it. “In American Administration headquarters, of funerals and memorial services,” he
medicine, there are two eras,’’ and chained themselves to wrote in “1,112 and Counting,” and he
Dr. Anthony S. Fauci, of the the gates at the headquarters concluded with what would become a
National Institutes of Health, of the pharmaceutical giant mordant trademark: a list of dead friends.
told me. “Before Larry and Hoffmann-La Roche and to He then urged “every gay person and
after Larry.’’ Fauci is the di- the Golden Gate Bridge. In every gay organization” to get ready for
rector of the N.I.H.’s program on infec- 1989, Kramer even called for riots before a new wave of civil disobedience.
tious disease, and for twenty years he has the annual international AIDS meeting “I will never forget the day that arti-
been the most prominent voice in fed- convened in San Francisco. When Louis cle appeared in the Native,’’ Tony Kush-
eral AIDS research. He has come to re- Sullivan, the secretary of the Depart- ner told me not long ago. In 1993, Kush-
gard Kramer as a friend, but for many ment of Health and Human Services, ner received a Pulitzer Prize for his play
years he was one of Kramer’s most vilified delivered the closing address, he was “Angels in America,” which addressed
targets. “There is no question in my mind pelted mercilessly with condoms. the impact of AIDS on American soci-
that Larry helped change medicine in Kramer came off as a weird mixture ety. “I was in graduate school at N.Y.U.
this country,” Fauci said. “And he helped of Jerry Rubin and Mahatma Gandhi: in 1983, and I was in the second-floor
change it for the better. When all the three parts obnoxiousness and one part lounge in the directing department.”
screaming and the histrionics are forgot- righteous indignation. He clearly loved Stephen Spinella, who went on to per-
ten, that will remain.” infamy, though, and even his best friends form the lead role of Prior Walter in
It may prove difficult to think about wondered whether his untamed abra- Kushner’s dark epic, was sitting across
Larry Kramer apart from his histrion- siveness harmed their cause more than from him on a sofa. “I can still see him
ics, however. What most people know helped it. (“Everyone would always say, there,’’ Kushner said. “He was wearing
about him they know from watching ‘Oh, you went too far, you shouldn’t pink socks. I had just started coming out
television, where ranting is his default have done that,’ ” Rodger McFarlane of the closet, and gay life seemed so ex-
mode of speech. Many of his stunts have recalled not long ago. “What they didn’t citing. By the time I finished the piece,
become legend: for example, the time he realize was that he would rehearse those I was literally shaking, and I remember
stood in the street, megaphone in hand, outbursts for three straight hours. He thinking that everything I had wanted
screaming, “President Reagan, your son would sit there and say, ‘I am going on in my life was over. I was twenty-six
is gay!’’ The President’s son always de- “Donahue” or the “Today” show and I years old and I didn’t really have the
nied there was any truth to the assertion, am going to say the mayor is gay, be- strength to deal with what he was say-
but that didn’t stop Kramer. (“I don’t cause if I do that it’s going to make ing, but I had to acknowledge that we
apologize for what I did to him,’’ Kramer things happen.’ Nobody ever gives Larry were faced with a biological event of an
says. “I don’t care what was true. We credit for his showmanship.’’) awesome magnitude—a genuine plague.
needed the attention. Ron Reagan’s fa- In 1985, at a fund-raiser in Washing- People were beginning to drop dead all
ther was President for seven years before ton, Kramer flung a glass of water in the around us, and we were pretending it
he said the word ‘AIDS.’”) Kramer helped face of Terry Dolan, a founder of the was nothing too serious. With that one
come up with the idea, inspired by National Conservative Political Action piece, Larry changed my world. He
the artist Christo, to wrap Senator Jesse Committee. Dolan was gay, but he kept changed the world for all of us.”
TOMI UM, JANUARY 23, 2017
Helms’s North Carolina home in a giant it secret, and nothing infuriated Kramer
yellow condom. He also took part in a more than men who enjoyed gay life pri- eople tend to remember their first
sustained assault on the late John Car-
dinal O’Connor that culminated on De-
vately but denied it in public. (After he
was done with Dolan, Kramer promptly
P encounter with Larry Kramer. I cer-
tainly remember mine. It was in 1986,
cember 10, 1989, when thousands of pro- turned himself in to Liz Smith.) On a and I was attending a public hearing at
testers rallied at St. Patrick’s Cathedral certain level, it was all theatre—heartfelt, the Food and Drug Administration’s
42 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
headquarters, in the Washington sub- cupies a strange niche in the history of and friends were dying by the hundred,
urbs. An advisory panel was consider- activism. For years, he was reluctant to and it was no longer possible for any-
ing whether to approve a new treatment get involved with any political group, one to ignore.
for one of the more debilitating infec- and then, when he did jump in, the Kramer’s fame grew as the epidemic
tions that AIDS can cause. Kramer, and groups were often reluctant to have him. intensified. He wrote two autobiograph-
many other activists, believed that the “Larry is priceless, but he frightens peo- ical AIDS plays, “The Normal Heart”
government was taking far too long to ple,’’ said Sean Strub, an AIDS activist and “The Destiny of Me,” which brought
approve new treatments, and he was in from the early days, who went on to him equal measures of acclaim and con-
the audience that day to say so. In front start POZ, the first major magazine troversy. “The Destiny of Me” was a
of several hundred people, he let loose dedicated to people infected with H.I.V. finalist for a Pulitzer Prize in 1993 (los-
a tirade against the “AIDS establish- “Fear is one of the most powerful mo- ing to “Angels in America”), and it won
ment,” by which he meant the doctors, tivational forces on earth, and it has an Obie as the best play written that
reporters, and politicians (among many been Larry’s most effective ally. But his year. “The Normal Heart,” which is gen-
others) who he believed were conspir- tactics and his style can be difficult to erally viewed as a touchstone in the lit-
ing, through negligence, ill will, and take. As a result, he was not always wel- erature of AIDS, has been produced hun-
sheer stupidity, to kill gay men. It was come, even when he was saving peo- dreds of times since it opened, in 1985,
a typical Kramer tantrum, and I wasn’t ple’s lives.” and it is the longest-running play ever
paying much attention until I heard him By the late nineteen-eighties, though, staged at the Public Theatre. For the
say my name, followed quickly by the the streets of the Village and of the Cas- past two decades, Kramer has been at
words “Nazi” and “murderer.” The AIDS tro, in San Francisco, seemed like a new work on a manuscript called “The Amer-
epidemic was entering its most viru- kind of war zone; the buildings were ican People,” an ambitious historical
lent phase in the United States, and I intact, but everything else had been de- novel that begins in the Stone Age, in-
had just begun to cover it as a medical stroyed. Lovers, brothers, roommates, cludes, for example, details of Kramer’s
reporter for the Washington Post. Al-
though Kramer reserved his most with-
ering hatred for the Times, he was con-
vinced that the Post (and nearly every
other paper) was ignoring the severity
of the epidemic largely because so many
of those affected were gay.
I thought that Kramer was a com-
plete lunatic. Over the years, however,
I came to realize that he is not quite as
emotional or as spontaneous as he ap-
pears. (“I don’t walk around the streets
of the Village screaming at my green-
grocer, you know,” he told me one day.
“I am extremely shy. People, when they
meet me, are always shocked that I’m
not foaming at the mouth or shouting
obscenities.”) In fact, Kramer uses anger
the way Jackson Pollock worked with
paint; he’ll fling it, drip it, or pour it
onto any canvas he can find—and the
bigger the canvas the more satisfied he
is with the result. Subtlety repulses him.
His novels, plays, and essays are filled
with lists of enemies, hyperbolic cries
of despair, and enough outrage to fill
the Grand Canyon. His nonfiction work
is collected in a volume called “Reports
from the Holocaust,’’ named, as Kramer
told me, because “AIDS is genocide
against our people. It’s a more success-
ful holocaust than Hitler could have
imagined.’’
To straight America, Kramer has
often seemed a radical gay extremist. “There’s a nice little pasture two miles down
The truth is more complex; Kramer oc- the road that’s open for lunch.”
assertion that Abraham Lincoln was
gay, and continues into the present. “He
has set himself the hugest of tasks,” Will STILL-LIFE WITH POTATOES, PEARLS, RAW MEAT,
Schwalbe told me. Schwalbe, who is the RHINESTONES, LARD, AND HORSE HOOVES
editor-in-chief of Hyperion Books, will
become Kramer’s literary executor. He In Spanish it’s naturaleza muerta and not life at all.
is so far the only man to have read the But certainly not natural. What’s natural?
entire manuscript, which he described You and me. I’ll buy you a drink.
to me as “staggering, brilliant, funny, To a woman who doesn’t act like a woman.
and harrowing.” To a man who doesn’t act like a man.
Despite that, Larry Kramer will al- Death is natural, at least in Spanish, I think.
most certainly be remembered above Life? I’m not so sure.
all as the signature activist of the age of Consider the Contessa, who in her time was lovely
AIDS. By the end of the eighties, he had and now sports a wart the size of this diamond.
started the two most effective AIDS ad- So, ragazzo, you’re Venice.
vocacy organizations in America—both To you. To Venice.
of them conceived in flashes of pure Not the one of Casanova.
rage. Just after New Year’s Day in 1982, The other one of cheap pensiones by the railway station.
Gay Men’s Health Crisis was formed I recommend a narrow bed stained with semen, pee, and sorrow
at a meeting in his Greenwich Village facing the wall.
living room. Several years later, Kramer Stain and decay are romantic.
started the AIDS Coalition to Unleash You’re positively Pasolini.
Power—more commonly known as ACT Likely to dangle and fandango yourself to death.
UP. Dozens of chapters were formed, If we let you. I won’t let you!
from San Francisco to Bombay. Each Not to be outdone, I’m Piazzolla.
was filled with desperate, aggressive, and I’ll tango for you in a lace G-string
often exceptional young men who, in stained with my first-day flow
the end, made Gay Men’s Health Cri- and one sloppy tit leaping like a Niagara from my dress.
sis look like a sleepy chapter of the Ro- Did you say duress or dress?
tary Club. Let’s sing a Puccini duet—I like “La Traviesa.”
I’ll be your trained monkey.
had not seen Larry Kramer for nearly I’ll be sequin and bangle.
I a decade when I visited him last fall
at his country house, in northwestern
I’ll be Mae, Joan, Bette, Marlene for you—
I’ll be anything you ask. But ask me something glamorous.
Connecticut. It was an unusually warm Only make me laugh.
afternoon, but Kramer, swaddled in Another?
Oshkosh overalls and a big woolly What I want to say, querido, is
sweater, looked as if he might disap- hunger is not romantic to the hungry.
pear into his clothes. Kramer has al- What I want to say is
ways seemed large and loud; in truth, fear is not so thrilling if you’re the one afraid.
he is only loud. He’s a slight man with
dark, soulful eyes framed by wild and
often unkempt eyebrows. His voice is with what sounded like pride.) Ever is over. When I walk down the streets
unforgettable: like a shrill, high fog cut- since that announcement, his death has there, all I see are dead people.’’
ter. No matter how many times you been predicted, expected, and even, by AIDS has never made Kramer par-
have experienced it, and no matter how some, awaited. Yet Kramer has watched ticularly sick, which he attributes to a
pleasant he means to be, when you pick as dozens, then scores, and finally hun- variety of superstitious and emotional
up the telephone and hear the words dreds of his friends and acquaintances causes. It is also a fact that the disease
“Hi, it’s Larry” it’s enough to startle a have died. He long ago stopped attend- attacks some people more rapidly than
Delta Force commando. ing their funerals. He still has his apart- others. Kramer knows that, but these
When I arrived, though, Kramer ment in New York, but he prefers to days he is draped from neck to toe in
could barely muster a whisper. He is six- spend his time at the country house, turquoise. He wears a thick ring on
ty-six, and he believes that he has been which was designed by his longtime nearly every finger, and he has pendants,
infected with the AIDS virus since the lover, David Webster. It has a large open bracelets, and other charms, too: “It’s
late seventies. There was no test for study, where Kramer writes, and where silly. When I first came to New York,
H.I.V. until 1985, however, and it was he has a view of a misty lake and roll- in 1957, after I got out of Yale, I went to
MAY 23, 1994
only in 1988 that he stated publicly that ing hills behind it. “The New York I a fortune-teller and she said, ‘You should
he was infected. (“I took my first AZT love is gone now,’’ he told me. “The world always wear something turquoise; it will
in Barbra Streisand’s john,’’ he told me, of ‘Faggots’ that I found so intoxicating look after you and keep you healthy.’ As
44 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
tember 11th, Kramer moved to Pitts-
burgh, and rented an apartment five
minutes from the hospital.)
screenplay. “It was a horrible Marxist (to whom he is now close), his furtive he hoped Kramer would survive, and
tract,’’ Kramer said. “Just horrible. I had love affair with a once married (and now he called him a “genius” for starting
no script and no more money for an- dead) man were all up on the stage each G.M.H.C. and ACT UP. But that is
other writer. So, once again, out of des- day for more than a year. So was his grow- pretty much where the compliments
peration, I sat down and wrote one my- ing disgust with the gay community. ended. “He blames me for the deaths of
self.” Picker liked Kramer’s script enough Kramer had never been a joiner; still, in his friends,’’ Koch said, shouting the
to back the film; Kramer asked Peter January of 1982 he arranged a meeting at word “me” loud enough to startle his
Brook and Stanley Kubrick, among oth- his apartment and made a point of in- secretary. “I just looked at the figure
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 47
ple looked at me like I was pathetic.
That was when I got bitter. It seemed
to me that everybody was just lining up
to die. Rodger maintains it was my sub-
conscious talking because I wanted to
go away and write ‘The Normal Heart.’
But I should have kept my power base.
I went from coming home and my an-
swering machine had fifty messages to
coming home and there was nothing.
Before, people listened to my anger be-
cause I was Larry Kramer of G.M.H.C.
Then, in one day, I was just nobody.”
The Lottery
Shirley Jackson
Mr. Graves nodded and held up the “It’s not the way it used to be,” Old on, come on, everyone.” Steve Adams
slips of paper. “Put them in the box, Man Warner said clearly. “People ain’t was in the front of the crowd of villag-
then,” Mr. Summers directed. “Take the way they used to be.” ers, with Mrs. Graves beside him.
Bill’s and put it in.” “All right,” Mr. Summers said. “Open “It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,” Mrs. Hutch-
“I think we ought to start over,” Mrs. the papers. Harry, you open little Dave’s.” inson screamed, and then they were
Hutchinson said, as quietly as she could. Mr. Graves opened the slip of paper upon her.
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 53
THE CRITICS
AN UNFINISHED WOMAN
The desires of Margaret Fuller.
BY JUDITH THURMAN
n May of 1850, after four years year—but Fuller’s passage was a gamble was felled by the mast, and disappeared
Fuller circa 1850. She had invented a new vocation: the female public intellectual.
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 55
with “Margaret Fuller: A New Ameri- Emerson, William Henry Channing, “to make me the heir of all he knew.”
can Life” (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt). and James Freeman Clarke (the lat- She was reading at four, and writing
Marshall is a gifted storyteller steeped ter two were liberal clergymen). Their charmingly at six, when Timothy started
in the parochial society of nineteenth- provisional title, “Margaret and Her her on Latin. “To excel in all things
century Boston and Concord—a world Friends,” tells you something about an should be your constant aim,” Timothy
of souls at “a white heat.” (The expres- impulse that Fuller often aroused, par- exhorted her. This regime continued,
sion was Fuller’s before it was Dickin- ticularly in her male contemporaries: with escalating demands and standards
son’s; the poet is said to have loved Ful- to normalize her. Men, Emerson ob- and an increasingly advanced curricu-
ler’s work.) Her previous book was an served, felt that Margaret “carried too lum, until Margaret was nine, when she
enthralling group portrait, “The Peabody many guns.” Edgar Allan Poe succinctly was sent to school.
Sisters: Three Women Who Ignited defined that anxiety when he divided Fuller later attributed her “nervous
American Romanticism.” “Ignited” is humankind into three categories: men, affections”—she was subject to night-
perhaps going too far, but the Peabodys women, and Margaret Fuller. Her friends mares and sleepwalking in her youth,
helped to fan the inflammatory changes intended to praise her, though, in effect, migraines and depressions in her matu-
in attitudes and thought that produced they buried her—morally prettified and rity—to the despotism of her father’s
transcendentalism, Brook Farm, Tho- embalmed, hands folded piously over her tutelage, and some of her more zealous
reau’s “Walden,” Fuller’s “Conversations” bosom. They took it upon themselves partisans have accused him of child abuse.
(most of which were hosted by the to censor or sanitize the searing emo- Timothy was a patriarch of his time,
eldest sister, Elizabeth), and the novels tions of her journals and letters, and to miserly with his approval, which Mar-
of Sophia Peabody’s husband, Nathan- rewrite quotes that might, they feared, garet desperately sought. Yet his ambi-
iel Hawthorne. tarnish her respectability—especially in tions for her—ambitions he never had
There is not much that is materially the light of her dubious marriage. Em- for his sons—incubated her singularity.
“new” in Marshall’s life, beyond a letter erson had, in fact, urged Fuller to stay So did the romance of an intense shared
from Emerson and some engravings abroad with Ossoli and the baby, while pursuit that excluded her mother. In her
that belonged to Fuller, which survived a disheartening number of her familiars own mythology, Fuller figures as Mi-
the shipwreck, and which the author were of the opinion that a tragedy was nerva, the goddess of wisdom who sprang
discovered in the course of her research. preferable to an embarrassment. “Prov- from her father’s head. And in “Woman
But there are many ways of doing jus- idence,” according to Nathaniel Haw- in the Nineteenth Century” she calls
tice to Fuller, and Marshall makes an thorne, “was, after all, kind in putting her idealized alter ego Miranda:
eloquent case for her as a new para- her, and her clownish husband, and their
digm: the single career woman, at home child, on board that fated ship.” Her father was a man who cherished no sen-
timental reverence for woman, but a firm belief
in a world of men, who admire her in- in the equality of the sexes. . . . He addressed
telligence, though it turns them off; and
the seeker of experience, who doesn’t
“ M ary Wollstonecraft,” Fuller
wrote, “like Madame Dude-
her not as a plaything but as a living mind.
want to miss out on motherhood, yet vant (commonly known as George Sand) Shakespeare’s Miranda beguiles a
is terrified that it will compromise her in our day, was a woman whose exis- prince at first sight. Fuller’s Miranda,
work life. In Marshall’s biography, the tence better proved the need of some she writes, “was fortunate in a total ab-
focus is on the drama of identity that new interpretation of woman’s rights sence of those charms which might have
Fuller improvised on the world stage, than anything she wrote.” The same drawn to her bewildering flatteries, and
and on the modern anatomy of her de- could be said of Fuller. She was born in a strong electric nature, which re-
sires—a mind and body ever at odds. in Cambridgeport, Massachusetts, in pelled those who did not belong to her,
Capper’s book bests Marshall’s in thor- 1810, the eldest of her parents’ eight and attracted those who did.” A great
oughness, Matteson’s in elegance and children. Her mother, Margarett, was deal of heartache is thus subsumed.
dispassion, and Chevigny’s in tough- a docile, sweet-natured beauty who Margaret was a strapping girl who
mindedness, but Marshall excels at cre- embodied the feminine ideal. She was preferred boys’ strenuous activities to
ating a sense of intimacy—with both a decade younger than her husband, girls’ decorous ones. But she stopped
her subject and her reader. Timothy, a lawyer, educated at Har- growing at puberty—her height was av-
As is often the case, the most popu- vard, who later had a career in politics. erage—and her appetite caught up with
lar life of Fuller, “The Memoirs of Mar- Higginson describes him and his four her. She was described as “very corpu-
garet Fuller Ossoli,” is also the most brothers as “men of great energy, push- lent,” and some kind of skin condition,
sentimental. In 1852, it was the favorite ing, successful,” and without “a parti- probably acne, spoiled her complexion.
book in America, until “Uncle Tom’s cle of tact” among them. Margaret was Severe myopia gave her a squint that
Cabin” usurped its place as the No. 1 her father’s daughter. was aggravated by her voracious read-
best-seller, and it continued to outsell Mrs. Fuller lost her next child, Julia, ing. She compensated for a curved spine
all other biographies for the next four when Margaret was three. Both parents by walking with her head thrust for-
years. “The Memoirs” is a posthumous were disconsolate and, at around this ward, “like a bird of prey.” Her nasal
Festschrift—an anthology of texts and time, Timothy began to homeschool voice was easy to mock, and, from her
reminiscences—cobbled together by the precocious little girl who seemed to school days on, Fuller was the kind of
three grief-stricken friends of Fuller’s: share his drive. “He hoped,” Fuller wrote, obnoxious know-it-all—brusque, sar-
56 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
castic, and selfimportant—who invites It was Clarke who suggested, in 1832, quaintance, and her father died, leav
mockery. A good deal of her showing off that Fuller consider authorship as an ing the family in financial straits. It fell
was the bravado of a misfit. She was hu outlet for her “secret riches within.” to Margaret to help support her wid
miliated when only nine guests came to But she resented him for thinking her owed mother and her siblings, so she
a party for which she had sent out ninety “fit for nothing but to write books.” In abandoned plans to write a Goethe bi
invitations. She made up her mind, she another century, she later wrote, she ography and to travel abroad, and ac
wrote, to be “bright and ugly.” Her jour would have asked for an ambassador cepted a teaching job at Bronson Al
nals are full of insecurity and, at times, ship. Fuller did begin writing for publi cott’s experimental school, in Boston.
anguish. George Eliot found one passage cation in her midtwenties, though she The otherworldly Alcott neglected to
in particular “inexpressibly touching”: was, in a way, right about her inaptitude pay her, however, so in 1837 Fuller be
“I shall always reign through the intel for a writer’s life. Patience and humil came a schoolmistress in Providence.
lect, but the life! the life! O my God! ity were alien to her. She loved flaunt Her wages, thanks to rich patrons, were
shall that never be sweet?” ing her erudition in gratuitous digres the annual salary of a Harvard profes
Timothy’s prodigious daughter would sions. Reading her was like spelunking, sor, a thousand dollars. But striving to
have excelled at Harvard, but no college Clarke said. Lydia Maria Child likened elevate the children of philistines was
in America accepted women. In Mar Fuller’s style to having “too much furni intolerable, and whenever she could she
garet’s case, however, the obstacles that ture in your rooms.” Elizabeth Barrett stayed with Waldo, as Emerson was
she faced seem only to have whetted her Browning was one of many contem called, and his putupon wife, Lidian,
appetite for overturning them. “I have poraries who found Fuller’s prose “cu at their manor in Concord. Her first
felt a gladiatorial disposition lately,” she riously inferior to the impressions her visit lasted two weeks, and Waldo ini
wrote as a young woman to a school conversation gave you.” But the fairest tially found his house guest conceited
mistress. In 1830, she embarked on a critique of Fuller’s literary efforts may and intrusive. Two more discordant per
course of independent study with a child be her own of George Sand’s: sonalities—Waldo’s cool, cerebral, and
hood friend, James Freeman Clarke, her Her best works are unequal; in many parts ironic; Margaret’s noisy, histrionic, and
future biographer. She set out to learn hastily written, or carelessly. . . . They all prom- sincere—would be hard to imagine. But,
German, the language of Goethe, and ise far more than they perform; the work is as the days wore on, her caustic wit
was able to translate him within three not done masterly. . . . Sometimes she plies made him laugh, and her conversation,
months. Once Goethe became her mas the oar, sometimes she drifts. But what great- he decided, was “the most entertaining”
ness she has is genuine.
ter, Emerson wrote, “the place was filled, in America. By the time they parted,
nor was there room for any other.” The year 1835 was a turning point in Matteson writes, Emerson was “rhap
Clarke was not the only platonic Fuller’s life: she made Emerson’s ac sodic.” Fuller’s presence, he gushed,
friend, man or woman, toward whom
Fuller had romantic feelings. These in
fatuations followed a pattern. A desir
able person would be drawn to Fuller’s
“ebullient sense of power,” as Emerson
described her charisma. She would fan
tasize about a mystical union that was,
in principle, chaste. In the case of a man,
a utopian marriage of equals was usu
ally part of the scenario. In the case of
a woman, the two of them might, as
was the custom of the time, share a bed.
These amorous friendships informed
Fuller’s prescient notion of gender as a
bell curve—the idea that there are manly
women, womanly men, and samesex
attractions, all of which would be con
sidered perfectly natural in an enlight
ened society. But sooner or later her
needy ardor would cause the relation
ship to cool, and the fickle “soul mate”
would jilt her for a more suitable part
ner. It was an “accursed lot,” Fuller con
cluded, to be burdened with “a man’s
ambition” and “a woman’s heart,” though
the ambition, she wrote elsewhere, was
“absolutely needed to keep the heart “ Yeah, that’s right, I’m an ‘influencer.’ And I got
from breaking.” some ‘curated’ recommendations for you.”
atypically, “is like being set in a large the contributors are obscure today.) “I Nathan sang lieder to her; they went to
place. You stretch your limbs & dilate hope our Dial will get to be a little bad,” galleries, concerts, and lectures.
to your utmost size.” he told her. This artful courtship, which patrician
Boston might have considered miscege-
uller was a passionate pedagogue— fter five years in the Concord hot- nation, made Fuller feel “at home on the
F just not in the classroom. Alcott, who
had also failed at teaching, reinvented
A house—“this playground of boys,
happy and proud in their balls and mar-
earth,” and she couldn’t believe it would
suffer from an “untimely blight.” But the
himself profitably as a “conversational- bles,” as Fuller put it—she was ready for fact that she imagined the blight sug-
ist.” A “conversation” was an informal paid a worldlier adventure. In 1844, she moved gests that she was braced for its inevita-
talk, in an intimate venue—a parlor rather to New York, to work for Greeley, and bility. Depending on whose story you be-
than a hall—whose raison d’être, Mat- to live with him and his wife, Mary (an lieve (Matteson’s is the fairest to Nathan),
teson writes, was to unite the participants alumna of the “Conversations”), in Cas- the banker was simply caddish. He was
in “sympathetic communion around a tle Doleful, their ramshackle mansion in using Fuller to befriend Greeley, and it
shared idea.” Inspired by Alcott’s model, Turtle Bay, near the East River. The Gree- came out that he was living with a work-
Fuller decided that she would offer a series leys were teetotallers and health nuts, but ing-class mistress. Yet, had Margaret’s
of such talks, by subscription, to an all- liberal-minded about their house guest’s relations with men not been so naïve, you
woman audience, with the goals of chal- unchaperoned life. Fuller became a reg- would have to conclude that she led him
lenging her “conversers” intellectually and ular at the literary salon of Anne Char- on. Her letters dropped hints about an
also of giving them “a place where they lotte Lynch, on Waverly Place, where she impure past. Their language was over-
could state their doubts and difficulties met Poe, and she patronized a mesmeric heated. She frankly admitted her “strong
with hope of gaining aid from the expe- healer who supposedly cured her scolio- attraction” to Nathan, and was coy about
rience or aspirations of others.” Many sis. In the chapel at Sing Sing, on Christ- joining him on “the path of intrigue.”
women, Marshall notes, “signed on just mas Day, she told an audience of con- That path led to the banks of the East
to hear Margaret Fuller talk,” and were victed prostitutes that their “better selves” River, where, one evening, Nathan ap-
too intimidated to join the discussion, would guide them when they were re- parently made an advance from which
but the “Conversations” that Fuller hosted leased. The mistreatment of mental pa- Fuller recoiled in horror.
in Boston between 1839 and 1844 have tients mobilized her vehemence, and she Her inchoate feelings for Nathan were
been called, collectively, the first con- compared the humanity shown to the not merely virginal. As she herself ac-
sciousness-raising group. inmates of the Bloomingdale Insane Asy- knowledged, in forgiving him, they were
By this time, Emerson had formed lum (a dance was held on the evening “childish.” But perhaps they suggest why
the intellectual society that came to be she visited) to the wretched conditions her writing was never as great as her
known as the Transcendental Club. The of the lunatics on Blackwell’s (now Roo- ambitions for it. She could love and de-
transcendence he espoused was a rejec- sevelt) Island. Chevigny writes, “Her job sire intensely, but rarely at the same mo-
tion of established religion in favor of a as a reporter gave her access to worlds ment, and she could think and feel deeply,
Romantic creed in which faith was “one hitherto closed to a woman of her class.” but not often in the same sentence.
thing with Science, with Beauty, and with But, she remarks, “liberal as her report-
Joy.” A soul liberated from blind obedi- age was for the time, it was still eminently n August of 1846, Fuller sailed for
ence to Christian dogma would be free
to follow its own dictates,
genteel muckraking: the Jew is subjected
to age-old stereotyping, the
I England. She had dreamed of a trip
abroad since adolescence, and a philan-
and to seek a direct expe- poor to kindly pity.” thropic Quaker couple, Marcus and Re-
rience of divinity in art and Fuller’s distaste for the becca Spring, agreed to pay her expenses
nature. The transcendental Chosen People made an ex- in exchange for her tutoring of their son.
“gospel” suffused Fuller’s ception for James Nathan, They tarried in the North for two months,
“Conversations,” but in a a German-Jewish banker visiting Wordsworth in the Lake District,
more heretical form. She with taurine looks and lit- and also one of his neighbors, a young
was encouraging women to erary ambitions whom she poet just setting out on his career: Mat-
become free agents not only had met at Anne Lynch’s thew Arnold. They continued to Scot-
in relation to a deity but in New Year’s party. Nathan, land, where Fuller got lost while hiking
their relations with men. who was Fuller’s contem- on Ben Lomond, in the Highlands, and
The Dial was conceived porary, was, in his way, as spent a night marooned, with nothing
at club meetings in 1839, and, when Mar- unlikely a match for her as Ossoli, and, but the mist for a blanket. She transformed
ANTHONY RUSSO, AUGUST 28, 2017
garet volunteered for the job of editor, Matteson writes, there was no logic to this ordeal, for her Tribune readers, into
Emerson gave it to her gladly. The ed- their relations. Love does not obey logic, an experience of sublimity.
itorship made, and still does, an impres- however—particularly, perhaps, the love That October, the companions ar-
sive entry on Fuller’s résumé, especially of a cerebral woman for a sensual man. rived in London, where Fuller’s reputa-
if you have never read the actual pub- Nathan had arrived in New York from tion had preceded her. The English edi-
lication. Emerson was dismayed by the Hamburg as a teen-ager, and had worked tion of “Woman in the Nineteenth
cloying piety of the first issue. (Apart his way up from the rag trade to Wall Century” had just been published. In New
from Thoreau, Alcott, and Emerson, Street. They shared a love for German; York, Poe had written that Fuller “judges
58 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
woman by the heart and intellect of Miss
Fuller, but there are not more than one
or two dozen Miss Fullers on the whole
face of the earth.” George Eliot, after not-
ing “a vague spiritualism and grandilo-
quence which belong to all but the very
best American writers,” continued:
Some of the best things [Miss Fuller] says
are on the folly of absolute definitions of wom-
an’s nature and absolute demarcations of wom-
an’s mission. “Nature,” she says, “seems to de-
light in varying the arrangements, as if to show
that she will be fettered by no rule; and we
must admit the same varieties that she admits.”
HUNGER ARTIST
invent the picket. At one point, he
shouted rallying cries over the fields
from a low-flying airplane. At another,
How Cesar Chavez disserved his dream. his colleagues founded a Teatro Cam-
pesino to perform skits on the backs
BY NATHAN HELLER of pickup trucks. The strike “appeared
to have no kinship with the institu-
he history of California is a his- fensive,” he liked to tell his picketers. tionalized formalities of most contem-
T tory of will grafted onto the land-
scape. First came missionaries, build-
High intent was a fine thing, but change
would come the way it always came in
porary labor disputes,” John Gregory
Dunne wrote in his book “Delano”
ing churches out of clay and meting out California: by force of will. (1967). “There was no ritual of collec-
God’s kingdom to the native peoples. Chavez’s own will was mammoth, tive bargaining, no negotiating table
Then came gold and silver, the pursuit and his battle against agribusiness lasted around which it was difficult to tell
of which levelled hills, remade cliffs, weeks, then months, then years. The the managers of money from the hew-
and built cities along the Pacific Coast. goal, he said, was to cost growers fifty ers of wood and the carriers of water,
Water was diverted. Sprawling fields dollars for each dollar spent on the no talk of guidelines and fringe benefits
soon followed. By the time Cesar strike. Ostensibly, field workers were and the national weal, no professional
Chavez organized a grape workers’ pushing for better wages and treat- mediators, on leave from academe at
strike, in 1965, the agriculture business ment. But they also fought for recog- a hundred dollars a day and all ex-
was the largest in the state. People say nition of Chavez’s new field-labor penses paid, plugged in by special tele-
Chavez fought for justice, which is union, now called the United Farm phone lines to the Oval Room at the
broadly true. And yet that strike, like Workers, and the political authority of White House.”
many of his efforts, rose more from a marginalized demographic. The strike, Instead, there were the pickets and
scrappy pragmatism than from any ab- which began and was headquartered a narrative of heroism that aroused a
stract ideal. “No one in any battle has in Delano, a San Joaquin Valley town questing middle class. By late 1967,
ever won anything by being on the de- that lay at the heart of table-grape pro- Chavez had launched a widespread
Chavez—photographed with R.F.K. in March, 1968, during a fast—grew vindictive, even paranoid, in his later years.
60 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
grape boycott. Soon union contracts checking of Chavez’s memories, as Ross observed. “To let them know
started raining down. The victories of gathered by writers such as Levy, and how hard he was working.” When his
these years form the basis for a new the result helps flesh out Chavez as bosses decided to organize field work-
movie, originally called “Cesar Chavez: more than a transcendent moral hero. ers in Oxnard, Chavez was sent to make
An American Hero” (it has since lost As he once put it, “There is a big differ- it happen.
its honorific subtitle), directed by Diego ence between being a saint and being He quickly discovered that a major
Luna and starring Michael Peña. The an angel.” problem was the use of braceros: Mex-
film, which was screened at the White ican nationals imported temporarily to
House last month, was made under rom an early age, Chavez felt work in the fields, originally as an emer-
the gaze of Chavez’s family, and it draws
out a familiar hagiography. “I’m going
F thrown out of the garden. He was
born in 1927, in the North Gila Valley
gency measure during the Second
World War. The supply of cheap for-
to see it all the way through,” Peña’s of Arizona, to a comfortable family of eign labor deprived native-born work-
Chavez vows during one of several farmers. His grandfather had arrived ers of leverage; Chavez gathered data
can’t-keep-a-good-man-down rumi- there from Chihuahua and set up a on the program’s abuses and sent his
nations. “Because if we lose I won’t be thriving homestead. His father was a findings to the right agencies. He helped
able to look at my family in the eye.” profligate businessman, though, and in to organize a strike and a march, mak-
How honest is this portrait? Chavez the late thirties the county foreclosed ing the TV news and forcing a wage
was a cipher even to colleagues, partly on the property. Chavez, then twelve, increase. The bracero program came
because he didn’t seem to fit the role. watched a fleet of tractors tear the fam- under scrutiny; Chavez was promoted
He was short, with a dad-on-Sunday ily’s horse corral apart. to director of the national Community
wardrobe and a gold-capped tooth. The Chavezes had already started Service Organization.
Many found him notably ineloquent— spending time in California, picking By then, he had hit on a new proj-
his verbal placeholder of choice was avocados in Oxnard, north of Los An- ect. Why not build a union for farm-
“golly”—and his counsel, when it came, geles, and peas in Pescadero, up the workers? He had no doubt of the need.
could appear contradictory. In public, coast. Chavez later claimed to have Since 1935, the National Labor Rela-
Chavez professed gentleness, but he gathered wild mustard greens for food. tions Act had set the framework for
had a quick, vindictive temper. As a The family settled in a garage in a des- labor disputes in the United States.
leader, he was sometimes insupport- titute part of San Jose known as Sal Si The law allowed collective bargaining
able; as a parent, he had trouble show- Puedes (“Get Out If You Can”). In 1943, in the private sector, providing for trade
ing up. (He skipped two of his chil- Chavez met a young woman named unions and strikes. Yet it did not apply
dren’s births and left his daughter’s Helen Fabela at a malt shop in Del- to field workers—the exception had
wedding, for union business.) He was ano, and when she became pregnant, been politically necessary for South-
the most vexing kind of workaholic, the five years later, they got married. Both ern support—and, in the decades fol-
ascetic kind: hard-edged and self-pun- had worked for lousy wages under the lowing, they’d accrued none of the
ishing. Through most of his productive eyes of growers, and it was considered benefits that other labor forces enjoyed.
years, he seems to have subsisted largely a coup, within the family, when Chavez Salaries were depressed. Work-site
on Diet Rite cola, matzoh, and prunes. and his brother got jobs hefting lum- housing was grim. Health care was vir-
He often found himself on the ber, far from the farm’s indignities. tually inaccessible.
wrong side of a decision. In “The Cru- That changed. A few years earlier, In the spring of 1962, Chavez broke
sades of Cesar Chavez” (Bloomsbury), in Los Angeles, an organizer named from the Community Service Organi-
a provocative new biography, Miriam Fred Ross had started a Mexican-Amer- zation and returned to Delano, where
Pawel reassesses Chavez’s legacy under ican-advocacy group called the Com- he printed registration cards for a “Farm
a raking light. For years, the founda- munity Service Organization, devoted Workers Association.” At that point, an
tional account of Chavez’s work was to small-scale activism: fighting racist aspiring union already existed in the
an as-told-to narrative by Jacques E. establishments, helping with immigra- California fields. Something called
Levy, a deeply embedded writer who tion forms, challenging deportations. the Agricultural Workers Organizing
just as deeply admired the cause. Pawel, When Ross came to San Jose to start Committee had been chartered by the
a former Los Angeles Times reporter, a chapter, Chavez, then twenty-five A.F.L.-C.I.O. in 1959 and was popular
offers a corrective to that starry-eyed years old, got involved, leaving his wife with Filipino-American farmworkers.
project. Her previous book, “The Union and four children at home each night Chavez, wanting to run his own oper-
of Their Dreams” (2009), explored the to drum up members and register peo- ation, convened a meeting of a hundred
United Farm Workers by focussing on ple to vote. Ross left, in 1953, and Chavez and fifty workers and their families in
its seconds-in-command. After speak- took over. Often, he’d work twelve to Fresno on September 30, 1962. In a press
ing with those who helped build the fifteen hours a day, tracing a circuit release, he called himself a war veteran—
union, Pawel had a critical read on through the region’s agricultural capi- he had worked on the Navy’s ship-repair
many of Chavez’s moves. tals. Just as often, he would make this team from 1946 to 1948—and announced
Now she takes on the giant him- intense schedule known. “One of his the union’s founding. He became its
self. “The Crusades of Cesar Chavez” little techniques has always been to general director and, by lunch, was join-
combines fresh reporting with spot- shame people into doing something,” ing in a chant of the new union’s slogan:
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 61
“Viva la causa!” The limits of this cause of 1965 had been modest; the Delano the United Farm Workers Organizing
weren’t spelled out, which left room as grape fields were a behemoth, and he Committee. As his influence grew, so
his ambitions grew. was afraid of getting in over his head. did political opposition. Governor Ron-
In September, though, Filipino farm- ald Reagan called the strike “immoral”
havez’s flagrant humility and as- workers in the other union failed to and snacked on grapes in public; Pres-
C ceticism were jujitsu-type moves.
If disempowerment and overwork were
show up for work, and growers tried to
recruit Farm Worker members to re-
ident Richard Nixon later increased the
Defense Department’s grape purchases,
all farmworkers had, then casting both place them, forcing a response. Although tripling orders for Vietnam soldiers.
as moral virtues elevated the terms of Chavez worried that his union wasn’t (Chavez was ambivalent about the war—
dispossession into marks of special ready, he took a vote. His members unan- he refused to support his son’s consci-
strength. By the fall of 1964, the union imously voted to strike. entious-objector application—but Nix-
had put down roots. It had a few hun- The confrontation that followed on’s move helped align the growers with
dred members, an insurance program, lasted for five years. When workers left an unpopular cause.) In 1968, Chavez
a credit union, and a newspaper. Chavez the picket lines to take jobs elsewhere, began his first public fast, declining to
built slowly to retain control. “Cesar urbanites and college kids took their eat for twenty-five days in “penance” and
had studied the structure of the C.S.O., places. When an amendment to the “prayer.” Flyers read “He sacrifices for
and he tried to correct its mistakes in National Labor Relations Act came up us!” It marked his transformation into
his organization,” Dolores Huerta, his for review in early 1966, Senator Rob- something more than a labor organizer.
long-term collaborator, told Peter Mat- ert F. Kennedy arrived for hearings and It also helped sear his image into
thiessen for a two-part Profile of Chavez grilled the county sheriff, who had ar- public memory. In 1969, Chavez got a
in The New Yorker, in 1969. (Matthies- rested strikers on flimsy pretexts, sug- Time cover (not, as Luna’s movie has it,
sen helped establish Chavez’s national gesting that the officer review the U.S. a Man of the Year award). The strike
reputation, joining a flock of enthralled Constitution during his lunch break. officially ended in the summer of 1970,
writers. According to Pawel, Matthies- Chavez was eager to take advantage of when Delano grape growers en masse
sen offered to buy Chavez a hot tub the spotlight, and the next morning he agreed to sign contracts with the union.
while reporting the article and ended launched a march from Delano to Sac- Most accounts fade to black with these
up installing a nine-hundred-dollar ramento, some three hundred miles, victories. Dunne leaves the strike in 1967.
heating system in a pool for his use; under the slogan “Peregrinación, peni- Luna’s film ends with the signing. Levy
the writer later donated his payment tencia, revolución” (“Pilgrimage, pen- trails its aftermath to the mid-seven-
to the union.) ance, revolution”). ties. Pawel presses on, though, through
When the first stirrings of a grape The grape boycotts ramped up. the years beyond. Her story must be
workers’ strike arose, Chavez didn’t want Chavez merged his union with the Fil- one of the strangest in the history of
to join. A strike he’d led in the spring ipinos’, a year into the strike, to create American labor.
sixties, his frustration was ingrained. He cue from Mao, he staged shouting JOHN-CHRISTIAN.COM
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it. And I don’t think I want to do that. treme. When some he expelled tried to
By the time I do that, then I’ll be a use the phone, La Paz security threat-
different man.” ened to eject them forcibly.
He didn’t leave. But, beginning in By the late seventies, the union’s Cal- WHAT’S THE
1971, Chavez began to step away from
the union’s daily operations. Alarmed
ifornia roots were bearing pop-psych
fruit. Chavez was much taken with Syn- BIG IDEA?
by tales of an elaborate grower-backed anon, a rehab center turned life-style Small space has big rewards.
assassination plot and feeling heckled cult, originally based in Santa Monica.
by Delano workers, he moved the union Synanon’s lucrative work revolved
headquarters to a former sanatorium around an activity called the Game, in
that he called La Paz, in the Tehachapi which community members attacked
Mountains. Discontent increased, and one another with true or invented ac-
the Teamsters, who hoped to move into cusations. Therapeutic work or even en- TO FIND OUT MORE, CONTACT
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ley, offering growers contracts that al- lobbing the hot potato of blame to some-
lowed direct hiring. Chavez, fighting one else. Chavez loved the Game and
back, began a strike that turned into a wanted to start practicing it at La Paz.
showdown. His union lost thirty-one The problem with the union, he said,
contracts in Coachella and more in was that the Labor Relations Act had
Lamont and Fresno. Soon it had lost robbed it of its enemies, the growers; it
members, too. had nothing to fight against. If La Paz
Chavez was undaunted. He put his could be turned into a model commu-
trust in the growing profile of the move- nity like Synanon, it could sustain some-
ment. The union raised $4.3 million that thing bigger than a mere administra- Wear our new
year, and its boycotts continued to be a tive body. Chavez said, “If this union official hat to show
cause célèbre. But it didn’t win back its
negotiating clout. After a year, it had
doesn’t turn around and become a move-
ment, I want no part of it.”
your love.
failed to regain most contracts. Chavez’s
long-term tactics changed. As part of a hen Chavez’s behavior starts to
1973 funding deal with the A.F.L.-C.I.O.,
he agreed to push for legislation—leg-
W grow peculiar, Pawel’s narrative,
a little pallid until then, lights up. Was
islation he’d previously balked at, wor- he the loving parent, disciplining his
rying that it would neuter his guerrilla children to keep order and nurture au-
tactics. The result was California’s Ag- tonomy, or the despot, punishing from
ricultural Labor Relations Act, signed fear? His private contradictions, through-
into law by Governor Jerry Brown, se- out his life, were notably hazy. Unfor-
curing collective bargaining for farm- tunately, on this front so is “The Cru-
workers. Chavez had continued to bris- sades of Cesar Chavez.” Pawel’s book
tle at suggestions that he delegate some hews close to her archival research, avoid- 100% cotton twill.
of his responsibilities. “I doubt anyone ing dramatization and extensive expo- Available in white and black.
else but me can do it,” he said. sition. The approach gives her criticism
Few people got the chance. Chavez teeth—she lets the record speak for it-
became openly paranoid during the sev- self—but it does little to illuminate the
enties. Increasingly seized by what Pawel dim corners of Chavez’s inner life. When
newyorkerstore.com/hats
calls a “basic mistrust of almost anyone Chavez spends ten days in jail, for con-
with outside expertise,” he began purg- tempt of a boycott injunction, she tells
THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020 63
six-day mind-control workshop in Los
Angeles). In a low moment, the union
organized a protest against Time, which
had described Synanon, not unreason-
ably, as a “kooky cult.” Union leaders
marched around La Paz brandishing
the magazine and singing “Onward,
Christian Soldiers.” Everything de-
clined from there. A desperate Chavez
at one point proposed staffing an en-
feebled labor action with alcoholics.
(“A shitload of people are alcoholics
in this country,” he reasoned.) The
union was sued by a grower for incit-
ing violence during a strike, and re-
porters found it had misapplied more
than a million dollars in federal funds.
Just as Chavez had experimented with
pop communalism in the seventies, he
surfed the entrepreneurialism of the
eighties, developing housing with non-
union construction workers and co-
founding a corporation that built two
“For my next illusion, I shall convince young Steven that strip malls. Grower contracts, mem-
he has control over the trajectory of his life!” bers, and the dues they generated dis-
sipated all the while.
• • It was on the tail of these embarrass-
ments that Chavez undertook another,
very public, fast. In theory, he was pro-
us the number of the locker into which The analogy is strange, not least because testing the exposure of farmworkers to
he placed his clothes, but scarcely probes it depends on a mercenary calculus: since pesticides—a long-standing cause of
into his state of mind. Sometimes Pawel’s the juggler has an insatiable desire for his. After some unexplained cancer
cool, recessive, just-the-facts narration new balls, he must constantly jettison clusters appeared in the Valley towns
goes silent when we most require elab- older ones. And why the obligation to of McFarland and Earlimart, he tried
oration. After that incarceration, Pawel “multiply himself ”? Chavez seems to launching a new grape boycott and,
writes that Chavez emerged “in the same have envisaged a moral movement of when it fizzled, stopped eating in “pen-
clothes he had worn ten days earlier which he was the essential nucleus. Yet, ance for those in positions of moral au-
but”—bafflingly—“with considerably for many union members, the U.F.W. thority.” He was sixty-one.
longer hair.” was simply a labor organization, and its His ordeal is the focus of “Cesar’s
What Chavez seems to have lacked viability rested on the promise of fairer, Last Fast,” an illuminating new docu-
most was self-awareness. Speaking pub- more profitable labor arrangements—a mentary directed by Richard Ray Perez
licly about the challenges posed by the goal of retaining benefits, not sustain- and Lorena Parlee, Chavez’s former
union’s growth, he was sanguine. “When ing heroism. Chavez championed peace- press secretary, who contributed origi-
you start organizing, it’s like a guy who ful practices but had a warrior’s taste for nal footage but died before the film was
starts juggling one ball,” he explained incursion and righteous conflict. When completed. The film, which opens in a
at a conference in New York, in the early his followers required a governor, he’d few cities later this month and which
seventies. He went on: answer as a general, dismissing their will subsequently air on Univision and
After a little while, you got to get two balls, complaints and telling them to keep Pivot, may be more helpful than Paw-
and you start juggling two balls. Your own their armor ready by the door. el’s account in assessing the lion-in-win-
speed. Because even up to that point, you’ve ter phase of Chavez’s career, in part be-
got everything under control. Then after a lit- y 1988, it was clear that Chavez’s cause it shows the imagery involved:
tle while, more people come in, you’ve got to
take three balls. And then four and then five B dream of a vast national organi-
zation would go unrealized. Many of
friends and followers clustered around
Chavez’s modest twin bed; Chavez him-
and then six. And pretty soon you can’t deal
with it. And the organization breaks because the union’s best organizers had left. self hunched in the front row at Mass,
the guy who’s supposed to be leading wants to Chavez had passed through obsessions barely participating.
juggle a lot of balls and he can’t do it. So he’s with “business” (he was an admirer of “Penance is a personal act,” Chavez’s
got to make up his mind he’s going to let some
of the balls drop. But even more important, he’s the corporate-management guru Peter son Paul explains in an interview. “You’re
going to multiply himself to have more jugglers Drucker) and with healing through really speaking to yourself, and you’re
to handle all the balls that are coming at him. the laying on of hands (he’d taken a asking yourself to forgive you for your
64 THE NEW YORKER, JULY 27, 2020
own shortcomings.” Of course, not ev- gerness to take on moral responsibil- vez’s organizational purges and his
erybody makes a public performance ity through physical sacrifice, to lead Synanon interlude, it is mostly flat-
of private sacrifice. “This is a man who an expanding moral movement, to be tering, emphasizing his contributions
refuses to eat so that all of us can con- both humble and irreplaceably author- to Chicano culture. “The conscious-
tinue to eat,” Luis Valdez, a colleague, itative has its roots in the founding ness and pride that were raised by our
says in the film. In other words: feel tropes of the Church. These affinities union are alive and thriving inside
the guilt and take note. Grassroots strengthened his project, as Hartmire millions of young Hispanics who will
protest did not feature in the middle- suggests; they also slowly eroded it. never work on a farm,” Chavez said
class world view of the Reagan era Through the hard postwar years, farm- in a 1984 address that closes the film.
as it had in the late sixties; the 1988 workers needed a political and cultural “If it could happen in the fields, it
sacrifice sought to show that la causa leader. Chavez’s faith helped make his could happen anywhere—in the cit-
was more than just an artifact of those ethical and organizational ambitions ies, in the court, in the city councils,
crazy times. By the thirtieth day of the clear. But he also aspired to be a spir- in the state legislatures.”
fast, Chavez had lost thirty pounds. itual leader, and his efforts there had In the vernacular of rights and op-
He had renal problems and muscle less stirring effects. Workers, in the portunity, we often speak of ceilings:
wasting. His doctors urged him to end, already had a holy figure they limits on how high a person can ex-
break his fast. could trust. pect to rise before barriers intervene
When he wouldn’t, Dolores Huerta and everything beyond appears mys-
and the Reverend Jesse Jackson de- he United Farm Workers is now terious and obscure. When Chavez
vised an endgame. Chavez’s friends
would pass the fast along: they’d each
T a shadow of the union that Chavez,
in his finest hour, led to glory in the
started organizing, Chicano farmwork-
ers were trapped in a claustrophobic
do three days or so, and the sacrifice fields. Its membership lingers at a frac- space: poor and voiceless at work, out
would continue. Chavez agreed, and tion of its peak constituency, and much of range of cities and their power, end-
on the thirty-sixth day, a Sunday, of its essential work remains undone. lessly replaceable. Chavez knocked
he appeared at Mass. He was carried, “The conditions for farmworkers today through this ceiling, but he did some-
limp, between the shoulders of his are unfortunately very much as they’ve thing more important, too. He brought
sons. Jackson and Martin Sheen were been throughout the decades,” Arturo into focus the bright, dizzy world of
there, along with the family of Bobby Rodriguez, the current president, tells life beyond. In his wake, it was fath-
Kennedy. Ethel Kennedy broke off a Perez. Pawel’s account suggests that omable that a dark-skinned field worker
morsel of blessed bread, and Chavez Chavez disserved his cause, by failing could earn urban esteem, break bread
finally ate. His mother sat beside his to strengthen and preserve what he’d with governors and Kennedys and movie
nearly lifeless body, weeping and strok- created. Yet his work, even now, reaches stars, fall victim to the grand delusions
ing his face. beyond the union’s fate. of his age, and take great leaps and tum-
Did Chavez have a Christ complex? Chavez died in 1993, possibly of an bles in the public eye. The barriers were
The question looms behind Pawel’s arrhythmia precipitated by fasting. At gone; the system, for the first time,
biography and Perez and Parlee’s film. his request, he was buried in a casket flowed upward. The original subtitle
“How did Cesar become such a pow- of unvarnished pine. Fifty thousand of Luna’s movie may have been more
erful, brilliant organizer and leader?” mourners paid tribute. Pawel is fair on apt than the filmmaker realized. Chavez
the Reverend Chris Hartmire, of the the subject of Chavez’s broader leg- set out to be a moral leader, but, by
National Migrant Ministry, asks in the acy: “The good outweighed the bad,” the end of his life, that possibility had
documentary. “I think it was funda- she agrees. But Perez’s film frames his faded, and he had ended up something
mentally his Catholic upbringing and importance more acutely. Though the more interesting and compromised:
his mother’s teachings.” Chavez’s ea- documentary includes glosses on Cha- an American hero.
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