Barbara Smith (born in 1946 in Cleveland, Ohio) is an American lesbian feminist and socialist who has played a significant role in building and sustaining Black Feminism in the United States. Since the early 1970s she has been active as a critic, teacher, lecturer, author, scholar, and publisher of Black feminist thought. She has also taught at numerous colleges and universities over the last twenty five years. Smith's essays, reviews, articles, short stories and literary criticism have appeared in a range of publications, including The New York Times Book Review, The Black Scholar, Ms., Gay Community News, The Guardian, The Village Voice, Conditions and The Nation. Barbara has a twin sister, Beverly Smith, who is also a lesbian feminist activist and writer.
I took my time with this one. I savored. I read slowly. I re-read. The pages are worn and dog-eared. So much was covered in these pages. My review is: Read this. Then read it again. And again. Again.
My mom knew this woman when the first edition of this was published. I have one of the original editions and this book means so much to me. It for us women of color who long to scream and fight for change.
This was a collection of speeches, short stories, essays, and poems. Some I enjoyed more than others. They were all great, but a lot of the speeches just felt more like a textbook. Not always in a bad way, but that may have been why it took me so long to get through this one. Regardless, I’m glad I read it and it was extremely educational!
Also increased my interest in reading some Audre Lorde, so that’s something to look forward to!
One of the classics of Black Feminist thought. Very helpful in thinking about how to integrate our fights against racism, sexism and homophobia -- many essays are from women whose lives are at the intersection of all three.
Just finished and I'm going to try to write something here if I can manage to steady myself after having my soul rocked so hard. This book is phenomenal. Poems, memoirs, short fiction, essays; there's something here to level everyone! Before beginning this read you may like to ask yourself insofar as having your ass handed you, what's your style ? Avant-garde or abstract? Gently whispered soul shattering truths? Or perhaps, cosmic and catastrophic all consuming vengeance? Personally, I will greedily take a heaping dose of All.
This work is a compilation of Black Feminist writers, activist and lesbians handling, dissecting, exploding the white supremacist, sexist, homophobic order of the day (late 70's) which, shamefully echoes much of the order of today. These writers bare the souls of Black Lesbian Folk and what it was like for them to be a part of a coalition that although for women would rather not have Black voices added to the mix; through feminist groups that though Black would rather not have to uphold the validity of Black lesbians. They march you through the Black Civil Rights organizations that don't feel their lesbian sisters are people deserving of the same rights; through adolescent years and first experiences with girls and their homophobic families. Steeped in the wisdom, power, sorrow and transcendence, these pages are a deluge of humanity from which, once submerged, the reader may never feel the need to come up for air. Though it has great moments of judgment, it is also welcoming and tender. This reader found friends and kindred in these pages and voices that have not faded or aged a day in over 4 decades and cannot recommend this work enough.
Personal favorites were Barbara Banks' "Miss Esther's Land" about an old Black woman holding on to her farm land that her Uncle left her so white people could not take it, Toi Derricotte's "Hester's Song," inspired by her son asker her if she ever read The Scarlet Letter, Renita Weems, "Artists Without Art Form:' A Look at One Black Woman's World of Unrevered Black Women," where she discusses Sojourner Truth, Toni Morrison and Lorraine Hansberry. Alice Walker's "Only Justice Can Stop a Curse" is the only war "poem" I think I will ever refer to again and coming up on 40 years later, in the face of white men stepping out of penis ships with the promise to pollute and colonize space, her warning that "if we have any true love for the stars, planets and the rest of Creation, we must do everything we can to keep white men away from them," has a ring of doomsday to it. Lusiah Teish's, "Women's Spirituality: A Household Act," which ties in folklore and the great mystery and influence that was Marie LaVeau, the Voodoo Queen of New Orleans was a touch of the supernatural the work needed. There were honestly so many more, but if I mention them we will have a review of every piece and you really need to just go read it for yourself.
I took my time savoring each story in the collection. Each experience, trauma, struggle, and outcry felt in some way my own or in the very least a common suffering relatable enough to keep me turning the pages. Often, I found myself flipping back to check the publication date and thinking this easily could have been writing today.
Each of the stories in the anthology are a testament to the black feminist perspective.
My favorite of them all is Pat Parker’s, “Where Will You Be?”
Boots are being polished Trumpeters clean their horns Chains and locks forged The crusade has begun.
Once again flags of Christ are unfurled in the dawn and criess of soul saviors Sing apocalyptic on air waves
Citizens, good citizens all parade into voting booths and in self-righteous sanctity X away our right to life.
I do not believe as some that the vote is the end, I fear even more It is just the beginning.
So I must make assessment look to you and ask: Where will you be When they come?
They will not come a mob rolling through the streets, but quickly and quietly move into our homes and remove the evil, the queerness, the faggotry, the perservereness from their midst. They will not come clothed in brown, and swastikas, or bearing chests heavy with gleaming crosses. The time and need for roses are over. They will come in business suits to buy your homes and bring bodies to fill your jobs. They will come in robes to rehabilitate and white coats to subjugate and where will you be when they come?
Where will we all be when they come? And they will come —
they will come because we are defined as opposite — perverse and we are perverse
Everytime we watched a queer hassled in the streets and said nothing — it was an act of pervasion.
Everytime we lied about tne boyfriend or girlfriend at coffee break — it was an act of perversion.
Everytime we heard, “I don’t mind gays but why must they be blatant?” and said nothing — It was an act of perversion.
Everytime we let straights make out in our bars while we couldn’t touch because of laws — it was an act of perversion.
Everytime we out the proper clothes to go to a family wedding and left our lovers at home — it was an act of perversion.
Everytime we heard “Who I go to bed with is my personal choice — it’s personal and not political” and said nothing — it was an act of pervasion.
Everytime we let straight relatives bury our dead and push our lovers away — it was an act of pervasion.
And they will come. They will come for the pervert D & it won’t, if you’re homosexual, not faggot lesbian, not a dyke gay, not queer it won’t matter if you own your business have a good job or are on S.S.I. it won’t matter if you’re Black Chicano Native American Asian or White it won’t matter if you’re from New York or Los Angeles Galveston or Sioux Falls it won’t matter if you’re Butch or Dem Not into roles Monogamous Non Monogamous it won’t matter if you’re Catholic Baptist Atheist Jewish or M.C.C
They will come Then will come to be cities and to the land to your front rooms and in your closets.
They will come for the perverts and where will you be When they come?
BLACK FEMINIST BIBLE. my favorite essay from this book is “Home” by barbara smith. i read it everyday. so grateful to have this book in my life in my heart in my mind.