Remembering Richard Wright

Richard Nathaniel Wright (September 4, 1908 – November 28, 1960).

The news of Richard Wright’s death from “natural causes” in Paris, in 1960, at the age of fifty-two, was received by many of his friends, colleagues, and fans with great suspicion. Those who spent time with Wright in the months before his passing expressed doubts about his death from cardiac arrest given the fact he had no history of heart problems. Seven years later the speculation about Wright’s demise increased dramatically when African American writer John A. Williams published his brilliant novel “The Man Who Cried I Am.” Williams’ book told the story of Wright’s ex-patriot years in Europe through the life of a character named Max Reddick and offered the controversial theory that Wright was murdered by the CIA. It also presented the details of what Williams referred to as the “King Arthur Plan”—a secret U. S. government act which included legal provisions for the mass incarceration of African Americans in concentration camps by the military in the event of civil unrest. The “fictional” plan was based on the McCarran Internal Security Act, which at the time was a little-known U.S. federal law with broad provisions for the emergency detention of U.S. citizens. The law also required Communist organizations to register with the U.S. Attorney General, and is noteworthy for providing the legal basis for the revocation of Paul Robeson’s passport to prevent him from traveling abroad.

Parts of the act have since been repealed. But Williams’ treatment of this subject in his novel became the focal point of a national program for political education in the seventies conducted by “black” activists in inner cities across the U.S. The Black People’s Topographical Research Centers, of which I was a part, provided “Top Tours” (three hour lectures) that presented a comprehensive overview of the McCarran Act and other policies, programs, and plans designed to protect and maintain the infrastructure and status quo of white supremacy in the United States. Ironically, this black think tank and its mission came about in part as a result of the mysterious death of Richard Wright.

One of the most provocative articles about Wright’s death was published in Ebony Magazine in February 1989. “The Mysterious Death of Richard Wright,” written by the late poet and novelist Margaret Walker Alexander, provides a literary insider’s perspective on the controversies and rumors that followed Wright’s demise. It is definitely worth the read.

Wright Quotations

“Violence is a personal necessity for the oppressed…It is not a strategy consciously devised. It is the deep, instinctive expression of a human being denied individuality.”

“Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.”

“I would hurl words into this darkness and wait for an echo, and if an echo sounded, no matter how faintly, I would send other words to tell, to march, to fight, to create a sense of hunger for life that gnaws in us all.”

“Is not life exactly what it ought to be, in a certain sense? Isn’t it only the naive who find all of this baffling? If you’ve a notion of what man’s heart is, wouldn’t you say that maybe the whole effort of man on earth to build a civilization is simply man’s frantic and frightened attempt to hide himself from himself?”

“Our too-young and too-new America, lusty because it is lonely, aggressive because it is afraid, insists upon seeing the world in terms of good and bad, the holy and the evil, the high and the low, the white and the black; our America is frightened of fact, of history, of processes, of necessity. It hugs the easy way of damning those whom it cannot understand, of excluding those who look different, and it salves its conscience with a self-draped cloak of righteousness”

“I was leaving the South
to fling myself into the unknown . . .
I was taking a part of the South
to transplant in alien soil,
to see if it could grow differently,
if it could drink of new and cool rains,
bend in strange winds,
respond to the warmth of other suns
and, perhaps, to bloom”

“All literature is protest”