Thank you so much for wishing to publish my novel THE COLOR PURPLE. It isn’t possible for me to permit this at this time for the following reason: As you may know, last Fall in South Africa the Russell Tribunal on Palestine met and determined that Israel is guilty of apartheid and persecution of the Palestinian people, both inside Israel and also in the Occupied Territories. The testimony we heard, both from Israelis and Palestinians (I was a jurist) was devastating. I grew up under American apartheid and this was far worse. Indeed, many South Africans who attended, including Desmond Tutu, felt the Israeli version of these crimes is worse even than what they suffered under the white supremacist regimes that dominated South Africa for so long.
It is my hope that the non-violent BDS (Boycott, Divestment, Sanctions) movement, of which I am part, will have enough of an impact on Israeli civilian society to change the situation.
In that regard, I offer an earlier example of THE COLOR PURPLE’s engagement in the world-wide effort to rid humanity of its self-destructive habit of dehumanizing whole populations. When the film of The Color Purple was finished, and all of us who made it decided we loved it, Steven Spielberg, the director, was faced with the decision of whether it should be permitted to travel to and be offered to the South African public. I lobbied against this idea because, as with Israel today, there was a civil society movement of BDS aimed at changing South Africa’s apartheid policies and, in fact, transforming the government.
It was not a particularly difficult position to hold on my part: I believe deeply in non-violent methods of social change though they sometimes seem to take forever, but I did regret not being able to share our movie, immediately, with (for instance) Winnie and Nelson Mandela and their children, and also with the widow and children of the brutally murdered, while in police custody, Steven Biko, the visionary journalist and defender of African integrity and freedom.
We decided to wait. How happy we all were when the apartheid regime was dismantled and Nelson Mandela became the first president of color of South Africa.
Only then did we send our beautiful movie! And to this day, when I am in South Africa, I can hold my head high and nothing obstructs the love that flows between me and the people of that country.
Which is to say, I would so like knowing my books are read by the people of your country, especially by the young, and by the brave Israeli activists (Jewish and Palestinian) for justice and peace I have had the joy of working beside. I am hopeful that one day, maybe soon, this may happen. But now is not the time.
We must continue to work on the issue, and to wait.
In faith that a just future can be fashioned from small acts, Alice Walker
“I have less time, less tolerance for bullshit, more interest in good taste, more confidence in my own judgment. The culture with which I surround myself is a reflection of my personality and the circumstances of my life, which is in part how it should be.”—
I’ve seen Hypnotic Brass Brand tear down the Blue Note.
I’ve eaten Oxtail Ravoli at this great restaurant called Aita…google and enjoy.
I saw a dolphin swimming. Unfortunately, Flipper would not pose for pictures.
I’ve made the Zinc Bar my new Cheers so if you are looking for me on a random Friday night…that’s a good place to start…lol
I discovered a beer called Mother’s Milk. I think the Beer Gods concocted this stuff, it’s soooo good.
I’ve been surprised and humbled by the love, grace, genorosity, and honesty of one of my friends. I cannot express enough how much I love this person and how thankful I am they are in my world.
I’ve grown a little distant from twitter, iono why, twitter is just..ehhhh…still love scrolling though.
I’ve come to the conclusion that Miles Griffith is a dude people should listen to more.
I saw this beautiful/great African fusion/World Music singer from Cameroon named Kaissa…she get’s the people going! (lol) you should check her.
I’ve prayed more.
I’ve developed a love for Brooklyn I didn’t think was possible…so much so that I’ve decided to move there…Hello Brooklyn.
I celebrated a birthday in Cape May, NJ. It was perhaps one of the most relaxing birthdays I’ve spent in recent memory. It reminded me that one does not have to go far to find magic.
I got midway through Manning Marable’s Malcolm X and just thought…for this to be a definitive biography, this guy sure uses the word PROBABLY alot! While it is chock full of historical details, this feels like a hatchet job on a man AMERICA owes a great deal of respect and honor to. I have like two chapters left, maybe things will change…we’ll see.
Though I was not posting, I was checking each and every one of you on the low and I have to tell you…I think you guys are brilliant. : )