It wasn't just Amiri Baraka who was upset at my presence on stage.
It was the majority of Black Men present...angry and verbally abusive because
a Black African woman spoke directly to the Socio-political problems facing Black & Mixed
Women as its own dilemma needful of revolution...while at the same time calling out the
men's failure to acknowledge & represent Black FEMALE humanity in their rhetoric.
Naturally these men expect black women to blindly support and agitate on behalf of "The Black Man"
...even though most of those men don't give a fuck about us and don't even know us once they get back
to their rich abodes with their non-black women.
Ever the Queen, I spoke unapologetically and forcefully to what concerns and should concern other
Black Women...about BEING BLACK WOMEN...in this society that so completely hates & ignores Black women.
There was also a very deliberate "Scheduling conflict" in which my publishers were told that my
time on stage was at 4:30 pm, then 3:30 pm, then 2:30 pm and then 3:30 again. In the lobby there
was a sign with my time as 4:30...but they had 2:30 on printed programs. And it just so happened that
THE MEN (black sexist academics & publishing males) miscalculated their visions of what I would be
like.
More than 2 dozen of these men shouted "Get off the stage bitch!", "Jew loving Cunt!", "Feminist bitch",
"Man-looking bitch", "Ugly black bitch" and other slurs IN UNISON towards me.
It was extremely hurtful; I felt abused by their racist & sexist taunts...I felt overwhelmed by the real
living Hatred that Black American Men have for Black Women. But I stood my ground, defying their intimidation tactics.
I suggested that they "Make me" get off the stage. I promised to bite off and swallow
the penis of any man who tried.
The most vocal attacker of course was Amiri Baraka in the front row with his bodyguards, his wife and other
members of his family. He sat in the front row.
Because I so loved (and still love) Amiri Baraka and had always considered him one of my Fathers, symbolically, his taunts
of hatred and anti-Black woman rhetoric were especially cutting and emotional for me.
He called me "Bitch" 7 times, but also "Jew lover", "Cunt," "Man-looking Amazon bitch", "CIA Prostitute"
and "Whore for the CIA."
I so hated to slap him. It hurt me more than it hurt him. But the hate & bullying directed at me called for
a show of WOMANLY fortitude. My power silenced everyone.
The whole room (including his bodyguards) wanted to rip me limb from limb...but POSAR (my ex-fiance
and former bodyguard of Al Sharpton) threatened to pulverize anyone who touched me. So no one touched
me. And of course, I am formidable myself.
It was the BLACK LITERATI's first face to face look at their real mother in action. It was a showdown
and I was NOT silenced or reduced in any way. I was bigger than everybody.
It was ME (and no else) being photographed by the dozens of papparrazi outside as I left the building.
It was a "passing of the baton"....a seminal moment in which those who have cursed & hated my presence
in the Black American Literati circle for years were finally forced to see that I am the future and
that I am more relevant and powerful than they are.
Instead of EMBRACING this strange child they've raised, the Black Americans keep thinking they can
will me away with their jealousy, prejudice and misplaced pride.
But I am their real mother. Forces more powerful than either them or myself have placed me here.
And that brings me to an apt REVIEW of my new book posted today by the Seattle pop culture newspaper,
THE STRANGER in which they declare that my name, Kola Boof, is the BEST WRITER'S NAME EVER and that
my book is a work of supreme greatness:
The Stranger Suggests Kola Boof
You can't keep a good woman down.
Especially when she's Nilotic Oromo African.
I was the love in the room.