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In Person
By Claiborne Smith
MARCH 9, 1998:
In Person: Nathan McCall at Folktales
Washington Post reporter Nathan McCall isn't afraid to criticize basketball
god Michael Jordan or founding father George Washington. He gazes at gansta rap and
the white Christian church with the same unflinching eye. No one is protected, not
even the author himself. It is a brand of truth that can make you squirm, like someone
staring you down, daring you not to look away.
McCall's in-your-face honesty has made him enemies, but none were among the 40
or so crammed into comfortable Folktales last Friday hungry for every syllable, uncomfortable
as those words might make them. As in his book of essays, What's Going On
(Random House, $21 hard), McCall punctuated his intense social criticism with a sense
of humor. (On his choice of Marvin Gaye lyrics as titles for his books, he joked,
"Someone recently asked me, 'What's your next book going to be called, Sexual
Healing?'")
After the release of his 1994 memoir, Makes Me Wanna Holler, McCall said
he was caught a bit off guard by criticism that the account of his troubled youth
and years in prison was reinforcing negative stereotypes about African-Americans.
In one essay, "Airing Dirty Laundry," he addresses the criticism he and
other African-American writers such as Terry McMillan and Alice Walker encountered:
"As much as we're struggling through all the B.S. that white America heaps on
us, you'd think we'd welcome the liberating insight that [African-American] writers
often bring to the table. But we don't. We attack instead."
McCall told the Folktales audience that while African-Americans are quick to protest
perceived negative black images in books like The Color Purple or racially
insensitive comments made by UT law professor Lino Graglia, they have been slow to
criticize more deleterious influences like gangsta rap, which McCall feels celebrates
crime, violence, and drugs: "Values," he said, "that almost destroyed
me. I think it's interesting we don't respond with the same force and indignation."
In the essay, "Gangstas, Guns, and Shoot 'Em Ups," McCall goes even further:
"Bluntly put, some gangsta rappers are no more than jive-ass hypocrites. In
that sense, they're no better than the drug dealer, the pimp - or the wicked white
man who earns his riches exploiting blacks."
Perhaps the best example of McCall's ability to turn his stare on himself is in
"Men: We Just Don't Get It," in which he confesses his own involvement
in "strong-arming," or sexually assaulting women, not realizing he wasn't
entitled to sex on demand. McCall said that it was one of the more difficult pieces
to write because it meant "coming to terms with the cruelty I had passed out,"
and also because as a father of a 12-year-old daughter, he realizes with horror the
attitudes she is up against. Despite the personal pain the topic represents, he plans
to "write about it until I've got nothing else to say."
"Sexism is prevalent, from Bill Clinton on down," McCall said. "People
can get angry all they want, but it's something we must talk about. Men have to challenge
other men on this. I don't think women even realize the depth of conditioning we
get from early on to see you as objects. By the time I was 18, I thought love was
about conquest."
McCall believes it's his calling to reveal society's warts, despite the unflattering
light he must cast upon himself in his search. Like his idol, Muhammad Ali, McCall
believes that "to whom much is given, much is required." If he can take
it, so can you. - Lisa Tozzi
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