In Haitian Mythology There Is

The Cultural Wars Of The Sixties Are Over. I've Reconciled With Those Who Were My Critics And Opponents Years Ago. I Was At Odds With Some Those Who Were Black Nationalists. Yet When Feminists Attempted To End My Career And Leave Me As Literary Road Kill, It Was The Black Nationalists Who Came To My Rescue.

If The British Prose Style Is Churchillian, America Is The Tobacco Auctioneer, The Barker; Runyon, Lardner, W.w., The Traveling Salesman Who Can Sell The World The Brooklyn Bridge Every Day, Can Put Anything Over On You And Convince You That Tomatoes Grow At The South Pole.

[david] Mamet Is Another Hypocrite. His Idea Of Black Man Is A Pimp Who Abuses Women, [edmond], Yet His Play Oleanna [1994] Ends With A White Professor Slapping An Uppity Feminist, At Least The Version I Saw At San Francisco's Act.

Howard University Holds Something Called "heart's Day," An All Day Ceremony In Which A Writer Is Honored. I Was The Recipient Of This Honor. It's A Wonderful Ceremony That Eleanor Traylor Chair Of English At Howard University Organizes For Writers. Writers From Around The Country Came To Pay Tribute To My Work. It Was Very Flattering.

As For [amiri] Baraka, He And I Have Disagreements. I Mean, He Becomes A Demagogue When There's An Audience. He's A Nice Guy In Private. I Mean I Like The Guy; He's A Terrific Writer. I've Published Two Of His Books. Baraka Is One Of These Fundamentalists Who Is Prone To Idol Worship.