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  • Surviving is Criminal: The Black Panther Party and Revolution

    Surviving is Criminal: The Black Panther Party and Revolution

    Reviewing Fact and Fiction about The Black Panther Party in the 1960s and 1970s

    In honor of Black History Month, I discuss an art book about The Black Panther People’s Party, some novels about Black revolutionaries in the 1960s and 70s, and the film American Fiction.


    Art

    Black Panther: The Revolutionary Art of Emery Douglas | Rizzoli | 2014 | Archive.org

    Black Panther: The Revolutionary Art of Emery Douglas | Credit: Rizzoli

    The Black Panthers People Party was a political party of Marxist-Leninists fighting for Black power. Black Panther: The Revolutionary Art of Emery Douglas examines art and illustrations curated from the Black Panther newspaper

    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, January 3, 1970 | Credit: Rizzoli

    The artist, Emery Douglas, explains how it all started with the pig. Huey Newton wanted a pig to represent the police so the drawing could be updated weekly with another abusive cop’s badge number. He tells the interviewer that it all compounded from there.

    Douglas trained in advertising art at San Francisco City Colleges. And while he says his training was professional, he hardly takes any credit for his work. He insists the art was a collective culmination of the people and the party.

    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, May 1, 1971 | Credit: Rizzoli

    After founding in Oakland, CA, the Panthers openly carried assault rifles to protect their neighborhoods. The art reflects this, depicting armed militants waging counter-insurgency against an occupying force (The Pig).

    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, July 4, 1970 | Credit: Rizzoli

    Once it was illegal for Black men to carry assault rifles, the Panthers organized mutual aid, communities, political education, and electoral candidates, always rooted in material analysis. As the party expanded its mission, Douglas grew artistic techniques, experimenting with collage and illustration.

    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, August 9, 1971 | Credit: Rizzoli

    The art was overtly anti-capitalist. This collage juxtaposes the financial papers, corporate logos, and Gerald Ford to evoke the relationship between the market and imperialism.

    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, September 21, 1974 | Credit: Rizzoli

    Here’s Henry Kissinger and Richard Nixon laughing as a nuke cracks the center of the world. A message confident that the carnage abroad perpetuated the oppression at home.

    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, February 17, 1973 | Credit: Rizzoli

    The Panther Party was aware of problems right as they started, problems that still lack solutions. Here are illustrations propagating against the prison industrial complex as a new type of slavery. These were made right at the dawn of private prisons in America. Fifty years later, these problems have only gotten worse.

    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, February 19, 1972 | Credit: Rizzoli
    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, August 23, 1972 | Credit: Rizzoli
    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, August 14, 1971 | Credit: Rizzoli

    The Party also saw the need for socialized medicine, free clinics, and healthcare for all. The Black Panthers saw guaranteed healthcare as necessary for the health of communities.

    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, July 21, 1975 | Credit: Rizzoli

    Bloated police budgets wasted money on helicopters in the 70s, just like today. Again, imperialism fuels domestic repression. What happens to helicopters after a war? They get purchased by American police departments.

    Emery Douglas’ Illustration from The Black Panther, January 13, 1973 | Credit: Rizzoli

    The book gives an excellent introduction to the Panthers. When we consider the party’s propaganda, we see a different story than the one usually presented in media, like the novels considered in this post. It also shows how a revolutionary Marxist party can use propaganda to convince the masses of material inequality created by capitalism.

    The party advocated for ending poverty and the draft, funding universal healthcare, and defending against the capitalist class. This edge often gets sanded off the Black Panthers’ story. They approached a rigorous class analysis of America’s class hierarchy and saw that capitalists exploit Black people at home and abroad through imperialism.

    I loved this book, and you can check it out for free on Archive.org.


    Books

    The Spook Who Sat By The Door | Sam Greenlee | Allison & Busby | 1968

    Movie poster for The Spook Who Sat By The Door, based on a novel by Sam Greenlee | Credit: United Artists

    When spies retire from spy operations, they often write novels to intervene in domestic politics. It’s a frequent fascination on this blog. I liked this book, but it is quite a strange piece of media, almost a cursed artifact.

    The author, Sam Greenlee, claims he was the first Black person hired by the US Foreign Service, then became a trained propagandist for the US Information Agency (USIA). Most reportage assumes this is not something…bad. I do! To be upfront, I think signing up to do regime change in another country is evil.

    The University of Chicago Magazine explains how he became a spy.

    While in Washington, DC, and looking for a government job to support him while he finished up his graduate thesis on Vladimir Lenin, he was recruited to a junior officer training program that led him to the US Information Agency. “A year later I was caught up in the Baghdad revolution,” Greenlee said, “and writing a thesis was the last thing on my mind.”

    Another instance of humanity studies as a recruitment pool for regime change where the spies target scholars theorizing about overthrowing the state. This conference also sounds like chapter two of the novel, where Dan Freeman can outwit the competition because of his ability to present himself. He can read the commanding officer’s psychology and present himself precisely as they wish to see him.

    During his years before writing in the 1950s, Greenlee facilitated regime change in Afghanistan, a reoccurring American foreign policy goal, and came into contact with Abdul Kharrim Kassim, explained in the Los Angeles Sentinel.

    An interview with Sam Greenlee from the Los Angeles Sentinel

    Greenlee doesn’t mention Kassim was overthrown by widely agreed CIA intervention and the help of a young Saddam Hussein, according to Radio Free Europe.

    Thus, Greenlee is the basis for the novel’s protagonist, Dan Freeman, drawing on his experience as the token Black agency directors used to deny accusations of racism. The novel’s second chapter seemed inspired by these events, where Greenlee competes against Black professionals also being recruited for the CIA.

    While I loathe praising a regime change propagandist, his novel is fun to read. Dan Freeman is the perfect mercenary. He uses the CIA to learn how to become a spy. With that knowledge, he retires and applies his pedigree toward work at “urban youth” charities in Chicago. He tells his funders he’s “helping Black youth.” And that might be true, but he’s doing that by teaching teenagers how to overthrow the state, guerrilla warfare tactics like rifle combat and small explosives, insurrection against the racist American government! And it seems to work. While the ending is ambiguous, Freeman succeeds.

    In real life, the revolution did not happen.

    In fact, through the use of criminal informants, law enforcement embedded themselves into activist organizations and criminal gangs. As Greenlee wrote this novel, the FBI and CIA infiltrated the Black Panthers People Party.

    This novel became subsumed as another piece of propaganda in the “American race war” narrative of the late 60s. The FBI and CIA both promoted and censored the film, perhaps seeing it for a larger purpose.

    Or, to put it another way, why was the novel “required reading” at the FBI academy, according to a quote in Our Weekly?

    In perhaps the ultimate accolade, Greenlee had a chance meeting with Notre Dame star athlete and one of the first FBI agents of color, Aubrey Lewis, during which the pioneering Black “G-Man” revealed that “The Spook Who Sat by the Door” was required reading at the FBI Academy in Quantico, Va.

    Greenlee had difficulty publishing the novel. After forty rejections, he published with a British house. But after achieving overseas publication, Dell Press, publisher of James Baldwin and Norman Mailer, published an American hardcover and paperback edition.

    Greenlee helped adapt the novel into a film during the height of the Hollywood Blaxploitation trend. Yet, since its release, the movie has been suppressed, and one still cannot buy a Blu-Ray.

    Was some of the controversy cultivated by the CIA? In declassified CIA documents, there are positive reviews of the film in The New York Times, The Washington Post, and Los Angeles Sentinel, all linked here. Why are these in the CIA’s archive? Does it imply the agency placed these stories at these outlets? Strangely, the two most prominent newspapers in the country chose to review an obscure novel about an imaginary Black militant armed insurrection in America.

    Perhaps it was an interagency beef with the FBI? The story is J. Edgar Hoover’s worst nightmare. It’s also, more or less Charles Manson’s Helter Skelter, the race war that Black people would “rise up” and indiscriminately murder white people. Race war is an imagined narrative, a boogeyman federal agencies use to heighten tension and keep people divided.

    The University of Chicago Magazine explains how the FBI carefully regulated screenings of this film,

    Before long Greenlee and his collaborators began to notice theater exhibitors truncating their runs. The manager of the McVickers Theater in the Loop told Greenlee that FBI agents had visited him and encouraged him to pull the film. “They would sit the exhibitor down and gently tell him that this film was dangerous and could cause all kinds of difficulties,” Greenlee said. He also heard rumors that agents had pressured United Artists to stifle the film’s distribution. The Spook Who Sat by the Door had lived up to its name, in Greenlee’s view, spooking those in power in the government and the film industry. Soon the film all but vanished from public view.

    The strangest thing I found in my research was an actor in the film. Greenlee even recruited a Chicago Black Panther Party member, David Lemieux, to play Pretty Willie, the white passing gangster.

    David Lemieux, as Pretty Willie in The Spook Who Sat By The Door | Credit: United Artists

    Lemieux insists he was the second youngest Black Panther Party Chicago chapter member. He’s also a veteran of the Chicago Police Department. In 1982, the same year the Back Panther Party folded, David Lemieux joined the Chicago Police Department and remained a law enforcement officer for 23 years as a detective. He had 25 harassment allegations before retiring in 2008, and today, he takes home an annual $60,000 pension. It is a bizarre and incomprehensible life path for a Black Panther to become a cop, who also just so happens to act in a movie about a Black militant insurrection written by a Fed. Lemieux maintains a cultivated legacy, closely tying himself to the history of the Panthers.

    Why would the CIA promote this novel/movie if the FBI wanted to censor it? My guess is it gives an example of a violent representation of what the Black Panthers were doing, ignoring all the positive messages the group presented. In a way, it’s perfect propaganda for racists and Birchers to say, “They made a forbidden movie that will incite race riots!”

    Will this novel/film incite riots? Probably not. Like all spy novels, it is a power fantasy, but one of Black power. Despite its suspicious origins, I still enjoyed it. You can borrow a copy for free on Archive.org.


    The Kenyatta Novels | Donald Goines | Kensington Publishing | 1974

    Kenyatta’s Escape (1975) by Donald Goines | Credit: Kensington Publishing

    The Kenyatta novels are also about a Black revolutionary but written from the opposite perspective. That is, Donald Goines was the opposite of a CIA agent. He wrote most of his novels on heroin, some of them in prison. His publishers exploited him, his talent remained unrecognized until he died (and arguably, it’s still not recognized), and his life was abruptly ended when he was murdered at 37.

    Anyone who’s read Goines’ novels knows that they’re incredible. The novels are experienced, emotional tragedies of American existence in Detroit during the ’60s and ’70s. His first novel, Dopefiend, is a harrowing look at the symbiosis of addiction and drug dealing inspired by the author’s drug dependence. White Man’s Justice, Black Man’s Grief, remains one of the best novels about the injustice inherent to America’s prison industrial complex.

    I recently discovered his series character, Kenyatta, four novels about a Black revolutionary who attempts a domestic revolution. Goines named Kenyatta after the anti-colonialist revolutionary and Kenyan President, Jomo Kenyatta. And while the character captures the leader’s spirit, he does not succeed at overthrowing American repression.

    Greenlee wrote from the experience of how to overthrow a state, while Goines puzzles his way through it. He realizes drugs are the key, the weapon the state uses to control urban populations.

    Kenyatta is strictly against drug use and sale. In the second novel, Death List, he buys a list of every drug dealer in Detroit from an arms dealer and orders hits on the gangs and the mafia. After the FBI sends an army after him, he retreats to Los Angeles for a year, until Kenyatta’s Last Hit, when he does whatever he can to murder a federal drug supplier.

    Kenyatta’s focus is admirable, even if it does get everyone around him killed. Goines was the subject of state repression, not the one carrying it out like Greenlee. He knew a Black American insurrection was impossible. America was built as a fortress to prevent a Black Revolution.

    Goines is often said to have inspired gangster rap music and glorified violence. Although, I don’t think that’s true, as every novel I’ve read ends very tragically. The Kenyatta books are different. The author imagines an American Black revolutionary fighting for a better world through the metaphorical prison of addiction and poverty. Goines wrote all four of these novels in the year of his death, and I think they are the author at the top of his game. Finally, back in print, you can listen to all four on Hoopla.


    Film

    American Fiction | Cord Jefferson | Studio | 2023

    Nicole Kempskie and Issa Rae in American Fiction | Credit: Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures Inc

    While reading, I couldn’t help but think about American fiction. Monk, a Black professor, writes experimental post-modern fiction; he gets fed up with how the publishing industry represents Black people in American literature. His book can’t find a publisher because they imply he’s not Black enough. An “urban” novel, “We Lives in the Ghetto,” is a best seller and they want that.

    When he has to pay for his mother’s nursing home, Monk gives it to them. He imagines a gangbanger named Stagg R. Leigh and writes “My Pafology” or “FUCK.” Publishers and entertainment executives portray Black men as violent criminals, gangsters, rappers, slaves, or clowns. So Monk gives them what they want. I notice how The Spook Who Sat By The Door and the work of Donald Goines fit into these troupes.

    What’s subversive American Fiction is Monk’s entire interior life. Have you ever seen another movie about a Black writer struggling to publish a novel? Or a Black person dealing with the grief of loss? How about a Black person caring for an elderly parent? American publishers and movie studios deny Black artists the space to tell these stories. Percival Everett is astute to notice that representing all Black existence as trauma porn is diminishing, a subtle erasure (the title of the novel).

    Maybe Hollywood is changing. Or perhaps the satire only works because things haven’t changed in American race (and class) relations since the novel’s 2001 publication or 1968.


    Pile of the Week

    Jeffery Wright in American Fiction | Credit: Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Pictures Inc

    This week’s pile has to go to Monk moving all of his books out of African American Interests to the General Fiction section in the film’s parody of Barnes and Noble.


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  • Weird Love, Heartbreak, and Reading on Valentine’s Day

    Weird Love, Heartbreak, and Reading on Valentine’s Day

    Oh, how I love holidays. And on Love’s Holiday, I consider strange love in a memoir, a romance novel, and a comic book about the true Harlequin.

    Books

    My Father, The Pornographer | Chris Offutt | Washington Square Press | 2016

    My Father, The Pornographer by Chris Offutt | Credit: Washington Square Press

    Anyone can imagine the horror of finding your dad’s porno stash, but what if you find out your dad was secretly a hardcore pornographer? Chris Offutt explores the strange, illusive, and uncomfortable love of his father, the pornographer.

    Chris Offutt is not a pornographic genre author but an Iowa Writers Workshop-educated American Literary Regionalist! He’s attuned to those awful, persistent emotions that come from living with erratic parents, the feelings sung about in The Mountain Goats album, Sunset Tree. When he calls his dad to share the good news that he sold a short story collection, his father sadly replies, “I’m sorry I gave you such a terrible childhood that you became an author.”

    His father is indeed an odd one. Andrew Offutt wrote over 500 books with seventeen pen names. Almost all of his work is pornographic. Science fiction, fantasy, and erotic of every possible genre, virtually all of his work was sexually charged. He published a multi-book series of SF erotic with Playboy, a historical erotic romance with major publishers. Almost all of Andrew Offutt’s work is obscure or out of print today. He died resenting the literary establishment and even his son for finding literary success. The Offutt family personified the literary/genre divide.

    The author recalls his childhood in Kentucky. A. Offutt ruled the house like a tyrannical shut-in, subjugating his wife and children into taking care of every household chore and locking himself in his office to write for 14 hours a day and churn out at least a book a month. Unsurprisingly, he didn’t fit into his Kentucky community. Chris Offutt cites a dozen people insisting his father was “a character!” He was a NEET in the 1970s. One neighbor described, “He put four kids through college without leaving the house.” He once told someone who lost an arm, “You better shut your mouth, or I’ll rip off the other arm.”

    Yet Andrew Offutt was also a respected SF author and a member of the 1960s “New Wave.” His story “For Value Received” was published in Again, Dangerous Visions, Harlan Ellison’s second, famous anthology (in fact, as toastmaster of the 32nd Worldcon in 1974, he developed a lifelong, one-sided grudge against Ellison). Andrew Offutt used science fiction conventions to build a surrogate family and have strange sex. He and his wife participated in couples swapping. At cons, they completely neglected the children, leaving them alone in a hotel room with bread and Kraft singles. Strange stuff happens at Worldcon, man.

    Offutt obsessively chronicles his father’s life and papers: his abusive letters to his family, his furious correspondence with authors and agents, his client list, and decades-long correspondence with bondage fetishists, who commissioned private porn for thousands of dollars. He looked at so much pornography it messed with his mind. He couldn’t feel attraction while immersed in his father’s archives.

    The strangest thing C. Offutt finds: a 4000-page comic of drawn sexualized torture. A. Offutt tried to stop. He tried to throw all his terrible drawings into a river. But he could not stop. Drawing these things was a compulsion, or perhaps a release, as it seems all day Andrew Offutt thought about torture and murder.

    How does one love a parent that acts this way? A relapsed and resentful Catholic with an alcohol dependency, intense pornography addiction, severe delusions of mania, guilt, self-loathing, a persecution complex, and no nurturing instinct. Andrew Offutt had his demons but never dealt with them. I’d argue constantly immersing himself in pornography made all of his problems worse. How could anyone be expected to love this person?

    And yet, throughout the book, Chris Offutt explains how he did love his dad. And for many years, he wanted him to love him back, but he didn’t know how. A. Offutt’s fans adored him, bringing him strange gifts and buying his work, enabling this strange lifestyle. And his wife was loyally devoted to her husband. She loved a man who truly hated women, saw them as inferior, and struggled to repress violent urges.

    Today, erotic writing is more popular than it’s ever been. Worldcon keeps generating more controversy, and most of the 60s New Wave all turned out to be weirdo Republicans. All Chris Offutt has with his father’s papers a lifetime of trauma and an excellent memoir. I highly recommend this book, and it’s on Hoopla.

    While reading, I kept thinking of that Mountain Goats lyric,

    “Some things you’ll do for money and some you’ll do for fun

    But the things you do for love are going to come back to you one by one.”


    Heartbreak Incorporated | Alex De Campi | Solaris Nova | 2021

    Heartbreak Incorporated by Alex De Campi | Credit: Solaris Nova

    The state sees marriage as a financial contract, a business. And when billionaires get married, that’s big business! So, who do the billionaires hire when they cook up a Marriage and Acquisition scam? Say you wanna marry an heiress and steal all her money? Who do you call? Heartbreak Incorporated.

    A romance of many sub-genres. It’s a girl living in New York trying to make it as a writer, an enemy’s to lovers romance, a murder mystery, a spy plot!

    It starts with Evie, our hapless protagonist, trying to make ends meet in New York. She got a journalism degree for a job that doesn’t exist anymore. She wants to break a big story but can’t bear the thought of hurting her sources. So when she interviews to be a secretary for the love interest and most handsome and fascinating man in New York, everything changes.

    It’s an atypical Billionaire Romance love interest, Mishka, a Georgian who left Russia after the fall of the USSR and made his fortune in New York. He seduces people for a living, and his job is a mix of a divorce attorney, private investigator, gigolo, and sexual blackmailer. So yes, of course, he’s also ripped and hot. Then, about midway through, something crazy happens that makes this a paranormal romance, too! I can’t spoil it.

    There’s a lot to love about this book. I liked how we always see the darker side of wealth: the plots and scheming, the backstabbing and betrayal. Of course, rich people pay someone to break up their unwanted marriages! And it turns out it’s the perfect premise for a multi-genre romance.

    Check out Alex de Campi’s second novel if you love her comics. It was re-released today by Solaris Nova. Thanks, Solaris Nova and Netgalley, for the review copy.


    Comics

    Harlequin Valentine | Neil Gaiman (Words), John Bolton (Art) | Dark Horse | 2001

    Harlequin Valentine by Neil Gaiman and John Bolton | Credit: Dark Horse

    It’s the most Neil Gaiman urban fantasy story ever that’s perfect for Valentine’s Day. What if Harlequin, the wacky clown from the Comedia D’el Arte, nailed his heart to your door?

    Gaiman’s tale personifies the Harlequin, a mischievous, devil demon theater troupe from 1263. He teams up with John Bolton, the artist on Books of Magic, to tell the tale with a strange art style. Sometimes photorealistic, sometimes abstract, some panels almost reminded me of AI-generated art in a cool way.

    A page from Harlequin Valentine by Neil Gaiman and John Bolton | Credit: Dark Horse

    Harlequin finds his Columbina, a London woman with a pixie cut and a leather trenchcoat. He haunts her on Valentine’s Day when the stars align, and he’s most likely to appear.

    A page from Harlequin Valentine by Neil Gaiman and John Bolton | Credit: Dark Horse

    Until, like all Gaiman stories, our hero realizes we are just floating through a world of endless signifiers that can mean anything so that we can define their meaning and wear the costumes, too. And she becomes Harlequin.

    A page from Harlequin Valentine by Neil Gaiman and John Bolton | Credit: Dark Horse

    The archetype of Harlequin lives on in the 21st century. The most prolific and popular romance publisher, Harlequin Romance, pays tribute to the imp. Just as the English remixed Harlequin and paired her with Clown, DC Comics remixed her into Harley Quinn, the Clown Prince of Crime’s sidekick. In Suicide Squad, Harley acts like this character who dates back to the 13th century, a zany, loopy, silly court jester in love.

    Gaiman and Bolton’s story is short and entertaining, with a helpful literary history lesson. It’s available on Hoopla, and I recommend it!


    Pile of the Week

    Love Bears | Credit: The Author

    Every year near my apartment, people come outside and sell piles of teddy bears on the sidewalk. I’ve never seen anyone buy one. If I were rich, I’d buy them all.

  • Spies, Art, The Cultural Cold War, and Ai Weiwei

    Spies, Art, The Cultural Cold War, and Ai Weiwei

    This week, the pile pertains to art and state ideology in reviews of Frances Stoner Saunders’ history of the cultural Cold War, Who Paid the Piper and Zodiac, a new graphic memoir about the controversial Chinese artist Ai Weiwei.

    Books

    Propaganda was how the West won the Cold War. Frances Stonor Saunders explains the specifics in Who Paid The Piper, a detailed look into the cultural ideological warfare. She focuses on the men who made the propaganda campaign happen and the overlap between the intelligentsia and the intelligence agents.

    During the height of the Cold War, the US government committed vast resources to a secret programme of cultural propaganda in western Europe. A central feature of this programme was to advance the claim that it did not exist. It was managed, in great secrecy, by America’s espionage arm, the Central Intelligence Agency. The centrepiece of this covert campaign was the Congress for Cultural Freedom, run by CIA agent Michael Josselson from 1950 till 1967. Its achievements – not least its duration – were considerable. At its peak, the Congress for Cultural Freedom had offices in thirty-five countries, employed dozens of personnel, published over twenty prestige magazines, held art exhibitions, owned a news and features service, organized high-profile international conferences, and rewarded musicians and artists with prizes and public performances. Its mission was to nudge the intelligentsia of western Europe away from its lingering fascination with Marxism and Communism towards a view more accommodating of ‘the American way’ – Frances Stoner Suanders, The Cultural Cold War (1)

    Saunders explains how the CIA funded art around the world in an act of “psychological warfare,” or winning the hearts and minds of Europeans. The war destroyed Allied countries, and even in the countries that “won,” they lacked food, water, and jobs, with rates of 50% unemployment. American leaders in business, military, and government worried that Communism would be attractive to people living under these conditions.

    To beat the Communists, America made several gigantic investments. American industry publicly and overtly committed to rebuilding Europe, but secretly and covertly, they also funded programs to propagandize an American point of view. Thus begins Pax Americana.

    There are tragic ironies, like how Europeans saw exhibits of cutting-edge modernist paintings and how American communists at home faced severe repression. J. Edgar Hoover’s FBI surveilled and sabotaged them, and Joseph McCarty blacklisted them from employment.

    The book recounts what could be called the inciting incident of the Red Scare: The 1949 Cultural and Scientific Conference for World Peace at the Waldorf Hotel. Another irony is that a conference for World Peace ignited ideological warfare.

    CIA agents in attendance carried out hilariously erudite acts of sabotage, like Nicholas Nabokov (yes, Vladimir’s brother), who asked a question during a panel and tried to get a Soviet musician to denounce the party line and condemn a review in Pravda. Allegedly, Stalin would have murdered or imprisoned the musician for doing this, and that was Nabokov’s point. But it makes N. Nabokov look like a psychopath for trying to trick someone into saying executable opinions.

    Life Magazine smeared the attendees of the conference, including the acerbic Dorthy Parker, whose FBI file “…listed variously as ‘an undercover Communist,’ ‘an open Communist,’ and ‘a Communist appeaser’” (53).

    Dashiell Hammett also attended the conference; shortly afterward, he’d refuse to testify against his fellow communists, serve jail time, and quit writing in disgust. Arthur Miller was also in attendance; I read Miller’s play, The Crucible, in the 10th grade and taught as a parable for McCarthyism. This disaster conference seems like a direct inspiration for the first act.

    The CIA and its many front organizations promoted the “Non-Communist Left” and targeted former Communists like Arthur Koestler and Jackson Pollock. To me, this sounded similar to the way federal police agencies cultivate criminal informants. Both men considered themselves communists who rejected Stalin in the 1930s, and the agency figured, “Who better to fight the communists than the communists?” (62). Agents admit that some artists receiving funding might not have even known about it. We’ll return to dark money’s mysterious role in art funding…

    Saunders is concerned with the funding of “freedom and liberty” cultural warfare. She remarks that the Rockefeller family bankrolled the New York Museum of Modern Art from its inception. Nelson Rockefeller even called it “Mommy’s Museum” (258). MoMA was crucial in canonizing American Abstract Impressionism, America’s first “true” art style.

    The agency men saw potential in abstract expressionism. There was power in the splotchy globs of paint. One conservative reactionary claimed expressionist paintings hide secret codes, “If you know how to read them, modern paintings will disclose the weak spots in US fortifications, and such crucial constructions as Boulder Dam.” (253). Abstract expressionism was a direct reputation to Soviet social realism. The museums insisted these paintings looked fresh, new, and free, and this uninhibited expression made the Soviet paintings, usually depicting people at work, look corny and boring.

    The “Abstract expressionism as CIA Op” has made its way into mainstream publications. And a popular counterargument is, how would paintings win a war? Saunders demonstrates that it wasn’t only paintings. Instead, every artistic medium became an ideological battleground with shadowy funding. Who Paid the Piper? Pretty much everybody. Music and Radio Free Europe, Hollywood movies, literary prizes like the Nobel Prize for Literature, and every cultural product helped manufacture consent for America’s empire.

    Who Paid the Piper? is an excellent book. Make sure to get the British edition, Who Paid The Piper, and **not the censored American edition, Cultural Cold War.

    But covertly, I brought up this book for a reason. Did all these art spies go away after the fall of the USSR? Did they go online? What happened after the end of history?

    Let us consider Ai Weiwei the “Most Dangerous Man in China.”

    Comics

    Zodiac: A Graphic Memoir By Ai Weiwei (Subject) | Elettra Stamboulis (Writer) | Gianluca Costantini (Illustrator) Penguin Random House, 2024

    Zodiac | Credit: Penguin Random House

    According to Western media sources, Ai Weiwei is one of Earth’s most accomplished living artists. Every article stresses that Weiwei is very popular and known for speaking truth to power by standing up to the repressive regime of the People’s Republic of China.

    Weiwei claims Chinese authorities imprisoned him for 81 days for speaking truth to power. Chinese authorities claim they arrested Weiwei for not paying his taxes. Something strange is happening with the artist’s money. Credit Suisse closed his Swiss account, and he also claimed closed accounts in Germany and Hong Kong because he criticized these governments. Interesting…

    Ai Weiwei describes himself as “an activist for freedom.” That’s a noble pursuit, and I’m thankful for my freedom of speech, which lets me say that I think Ai Weiwei’s art is thinly veiled propaganda, not to mention lazy, dumb, and obnoxious.

    I don’t recommend Ai Weiwei’s new graphic memoir, Zodiac, but it did lead me to look up the artist’s strange career.

    Weiwei grew up in a Chinese labor camp with his family. His father, Ai Qing, was a political exile and a poet with many pen names. While Ai Qing was a member of the Communist Party through the revolution, during the 1959 “Anti-Rightist Campaign,” he was expelled. Mao purged the party of everyone who advocated capitalism because he thought these people were a threat to the state. Ai Qing was sentenced to scrubbing toilets. Curiously, this labor camp allowed the prisoners to have jobs and live with their families, which sounds much better and more humane than an American prison.

    When Mao died, China embraced capitalism, and Ai Qing was welcomed back into the party and made the president of the Chinese Writers Association. According to Zodiac, Ai Qing’s poems are printed in children’s textbooks today. Of course, the graphic memoir doesn’t mention why his father was expelled from the party. He was writing against communism.

    If all history is family history, the son of a political exile capitalist poet would have no choice but to become an iconoclast, a multi-media performance artist with strange financial backing.

    For a guy whose dad cleaned toilets, Weiwei could attend four expensive New York universities. The artist discusses his time in New York, hanging out with art scene icons like Alan Ginsberg and getting influenced by Andy Warhol.

    In 1986, one of the first Ai Weiwei pieces to receive acclaim was “Condom Raincoat.” I find it vague and bizarre. Somehow, gluing a condom on a rain jacket was meant to bring awareness to the AIDS crisis.

    “This raincoat has a hole near the waist which is covered with a condom. The work is intended to describe the AIDS crisis as Ai saw it in New York City” | Credit: Wikipedia

    Weiwei lived in America for a decade, from 1983 to 1993. After this, he returned to China and cared for his elderly father. Surely coincidentally, this is right after the collapse of the USSR, when the global balance of power was shifting, and America was assessing new threats to trade dominance.

    In 1995, Weiwei “made” arguably his most controversial work and, quite possibly, the dumbest and laziest piece of his career. Consider, “Han Jar Overpainted with Coca-Cola Logo” (1995).

    Ai Weiwei “Han Jar Overpainted with Coca-Cola Logo” | Credit: The Metropolitian

    Weiwei stenciled a Coca-Cola logo on Han pottery over 2000 years old. It’s dated between 206 B.C. and 9 A.D. See, it’s a profound statement about how consumerism overruns history by ruining a cultural artifact. He took this idea further and smashed another priceless vase.

    AI WEIWEI, DROPPING A HAN DYNASTY URN, 1995 | Credit: Guggenheim

    Why would someone do this? Isn’t this just historical vandalism? Why did Western museums exhibit this work? Why is it any different from the way ISIS destroys art? Here are Weiwei’s unsatisfying explanations in Zodiac.

    A page from Zodiac, by Elettra Stamboulis (Writer) | Gianluca Costantini (Illustrator) | Ai Weiwei (Subject) | Credit: Penguin Random House

    Around this time, Weiwei began work on “Study of Perspective,” a series of photographs from 1995-2003 where the artist gives stuff the middle finger. He flips off cities, buildings, and cultural artifacts from around the world.

    Ai Weiwei Flipping Off the Mona Lisa | Credit: Contemporary Art Curator Magazine

    This man is praised as one of the world’s most controversial and thought-provoking artists. Really? Are the blurry travel pictures flipping off a painting meant to evoke laughter and derision? It’s like if Kid Rock started shooting on film. Both these photos and the defaced pottery culminated in “FUCK OFF!” an exhibition of the Chinese avant-garde that seemingly featured a lot of gore photography.

    Around 2005, Weiwei started doing stuff that got him in trouble. He blogged for Sina. If you read about China, you’ve probably heard of Weibo, a social media app like Blogspot or Twitter, and Weibo acquired Sina. So…anybody could make an account on this website. I cannot verify if Weiwei’s blog differed from the average account profile or if he was invited especially to start blogging on it. Eventually, he was banned from the platform and switched to Twitter, claiming to tweet up to eight hours daily (huh).

    2007 brings Weiwei’s Fairy Tale, a 2007 performance piece that, from **what I can tell, was buying Berlin vacations for 1100 Chinese factory workers. Framed as “freedom of expression,” obviously, coordinated vacations for impoverished workers was a provocation against the Chinese government. How would Germany react if China invited migrants living in Germany to tour Beijing? Or America, if migrants in Texas came back from Shanghai?

    Sina banned Weiwei for reporting on a 2008 8.0 megaton earthquake that struck Sichuan. The artist as a reporter, too, eh? That’s unusual. The earthquake killed over 68,000 people and left another 4 million people homeless. Weiwei believed the Chinese government was to blame for responding and preparing for this natural disaster. In 2009, Weiwei published leaked classified documents on his blog, claiming the local government cut corners to build a school where over 5000 children died.

    Weiwei claims China censored these posts, and I believe China censors media that threaten government leaders. But so does America. So does every government in history. Perhaps there was corruption that led to faulty building planning, but also, as COVID-19 showed us, disasters are great opportunities for insurgent narratives to sew government distrust.

    Around this time, Weiwei was also working on the Beijing Olympics. He helped design the “Bird’s Nest” stadium and later went on to disown his work and condemn the Olympics to Western media.

    2010 saw one of the artist’s most famous pieces, “Sunflower Seeds.” A pile of sunflower seeds meant to represent “Chinese people under Mao.”

    “Sunflower Seeds” by Ai Weiwei | Credit: Tate UK

    Skeptics of modern art say, “My two-year-old could make that.” Usually, that gives a two-year-old way too much credit, but in this case, I believe a two-year-old could spread a big pile of sunflower seeds on the floor. Perhaps the child wouldn’t know to say the seeds represent Chinese people.

    Around this time, in 2011, Weiwei was jailed for 81 days in China, allegedly for thought crimes. He said things that were too controversial for the Chinese government. The Chinese government claims he didn’t pay his taxes.

    After his release, he took sanctuary in Germany and spent years devoted to “understanding the migrant crisis” and traveling to hot zones in 41 countries for a documentary. His exhibit “Law of the Journey” focused on migrants. Of all the artist’s pieces, this is my favorite. His writing on migrants is elegant and based on first-hand experience. He even blames “the West” for the global migrant crisis, and even though “America” is more accurate, this is closer to truth than the condom jacket.

    A picture of the “Law of the Journey” by Ai Weiwei | Credit: Collater.ai

    Fast forward to today. Weiwei has embraced AI art with a cornball-titled exhibit, “AI vs. Ai.” In the Guardian, Weiwei claimed that any art AI can copy is meaningless and that learning to paint realistically is “worthless.”

    I enjoy political art, but not tepid propaganda. So much of Weiwei’s work equates transgression with freedom (like flipping off a building or breaking artifacts). The notion is that craft and dedication aren’t worth pursuing, and art should just be some ephemeral experience that makes the viewer say, “Huh?” This ridiculous insistence that the only art worth making pisses off governments (except never America).

    This week, Weiwei’s graphic memoir was released. The author tells the conventional story of his life. This graphic memoir is undoubtedly the least exciting thing about Weiwei. Like much of the artists’ work, it seems like assistants made this book. How is this a memoir if Weiwei didn’t write it? It’s a biography with too much oversight from the subject! I dislike Gianluca Costantini’s illustrations: dull, flat, line drawings without shading or depth that evoke coloring book pages. The Chinese Zodiac structures the story as a vague gesture to Chinese culture but not much deeper than the back of the lunch buffet placemat.

    Weiwei explains his life in stories to his son and considers his life, art, and ideology of “freedom.” It leaves much to speculation because the artist moves through each subject quickly and offers platitudes instead of reflection. Now, for the real heads, there’s a $275 deluxe edition with a signed print…of an illustration that Ai Weiwei did not illustrate. I can’t decipher that signature, but Weiwei did not draw that picture.

    Zodiac Deluxe Edition | Credit: Penguin Random House

    I should commend the artist for opening up my perspective to how art and propaganda function in the 21st century, but perhaps different from how the artist intended.

    Pile of the Week

    And finally, here’s this week’s pile. I am the skeleton angel living on a cloud, filling my head with strange and paranoid truths.

    Pile of the Week, 1/23/24 – Credit: the author

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