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Amiri Baraka on Rodney, Black Liberation and Obama.

Also titled,  Amiri: Writa, Painta, Waila, Neva Bada, Booboo, Baba Baraka by Clairmont Chung As I contemplated Amiri Baraka's recent passing, and that of so many fighters, I questioned whether it would be as easy to redefine Amiri Baraka, tone-down his image, so as to make him more palatable, as has happened to others. Hunters and momento seekers succeeded stunningly with Mandela's hagiography: the blessed peacemaker. Something seems to happen to us when we become government. Baraka stayed away. He poses a more complex problem. He has recorded it all and made it difficult to rewrite. His work stands like thorns protecting a core. I knocked at Amiri Baraka's front door one early Spring morning in 2009. He opened the door neatly dressed as if about to go on regular Saturday morning errands. We were both wearing Clarks, brown suede, Desert Boots. Initially, he seemed surprised maybe expecting someone else. Sensing he was about to refuse whatever I was selli...