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...come closer to the truth than he realized in a half-jocular summary of the meaning of Gibson's election. "Gibson is like the Mona Lisa," he said. "You don't really know what he can do or what he will do. Probably after the first week, LeRoi Jones [the militant black writer who supported Gibson] will want to assassinate him. After the second week, Gibson will lose his moderate support. Eventually, he will just be another mayor in trouble." And, he might have added, black officeholders will some day provide the final evidence of the system...
...LeRoi Jones, Playwright
...Peace and Progress" posters, but in his speeches he has turned more and more to race. Relaxed and genial as always in private conversation, he commutes from his trial to tell campaign audiences that Gibson is "part of a raw and violent conspiracy to turn this city over to LeRoi Jones and his extremist followers." Black Militant Jones, whose violence-filled plays and poems frighten many whites, is a childhood friend of Gibson's, was an early political supporter and still remains a political ally, though he stays strategically in the background...
...publicity like social-conscience publicity, especially if it is black and beautiful. "What a relief it was socially in New York," writes Wolfe, "when the leadership seemed to shift from middle class to . . . funky I From A. Philip Randolph, Dr. Martin Luther King and James Farmer . . . to Stokely, Rap, LeRoi and Eldridge...
Black Dialect and Rhythm. LeRoi Jones, a playwright and essayist, who has stood trial in New Jersey on charges related to his political activities, is perhaps the best known of the new black poets. "I make a poetry with what I feel is useful & can be saved out of all the garbage of our lives," he writes. "What I see, am touched by (CAN HEAR) . . . wives, gardens, jobs, cement yards where cats pee, all my interminable artifacts . . . ALL are a poetry, & nothing moves (with any grace) pried apart from these things. There cannot be closet poetry. Unless the closet...