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Save this story for later. Photograph by Steve Pyke. I wanted some kind of action literature. You look like you live in New Jersey with your parents and are trying to grow a beard. Laughs, uncrossing and recrossing her legs You look like death eating a soda cracker. We are also meant to understand that Baraka was indicting his own bohemianism here. The play is still a sensation. Projected across two panels blocking the stage are images from the New York subway system.

The houselights flash and then darken like the lights of a subway car. A tall elderly black conductor Paul Benjamin enters the theatre and walks down the aisle with a Bojangles-like strut and shuffle. The appropriately skeletal and realistic set is by Troy Hourie. On the platform just outside, a thirtyish white woman the phenomenal Jennifer Mudge walks by, spies Clay, and smiles knowingly.

She enters the car slowly, casually, her hips and breasts moving to and fro in her light summer dress. Her long gold-streaked brown hair is a tangle of Medusa curls. Clay pretends not to notice Lula as she bends over, rummages through her satchel, and pulls out an apple. But pretty soon there is no way for him to avoid looking at this urban Eve. Nor can Lula resist the desire that she assumes she inspires. Sitting a little too close to Clay, she exchanges a few pleasantries before the dance of death begins.

CLAY wheeling around and very much stiffened : What? At the last stop? CLAY: Staring at you? What do you mean? CLAY: I saw you through the window. Seems to me you were staring through the window at me.

LULA: I was. Men die for freedom but black men die for white women, who are the symbol of freedom. Until the day I can have a white woman in my bed.

I will still be a slave. Lula has whiteness—which is to say, power—on her side. One gets the sense that all he wants is to get by. Her performance is so profound an evocation of worldly disgust and self-disgust that one feels as if Hill were there merely to feed her the lines.

And, in some sense, it is. For Baraka uses Lula as a foil to call himself out: as one of the only black writers of the time who crossed over into the world of white hipness; as a black man who refused to apologize for his attraction to white women and homosexual culture. For a time, Baraka had been a kind of blessed child.

The world of the Greenwich Village avant-garde was his oyster. But, after a trip to Cuba in , he began to question his relationship to the white world that had helped foster his career. In , he put out an inflammatory poem about the origins of the September 11th attacks.

Baraka has set out to remake the world each time he has remade himself. One simply wants to enter into the taut narrative of the play, to be an observer on that train to nowhere. Many of us are still trying to figure out how he did it. Enter your e-mail address Will be used in accordance with our Privacy Policy.


Dutchman and The Slave Summary

Plot[ edit ] The action focuses almost exclusively on Lula, a white woman, and Clay, a black man, who both ride the subway in New York City. It is also symbolic of integrationist and assimilationist ideologies within the contemporary Civil Rights Movement. The characters engage in a long, flirtatious conversation throughout the train ride. Lula sits down next to Clay.


Character Analysis in Amiri Baraka's "Dutchman"

Analysis of Lula Lula, a beautiful white woman, enters eating an apple. An allusion to the Biblical Eve, the apple identifies Lula as a temptress and implies her understanding of her actions. Overall, Lula is a symbol of endemic racism, since her status as a white person gives her power over Clay and makes her the sexual aggressor. Analysis of Clay Clay represents the African-American male at a cultural crossroad. No longer legally repressed, Clay still grapples with entrenched racism and self-consciousness over his identity. Clay stands as a symbol of frustrated gains, a self-possessed, educated individual who cannot escape the stereotypes and power dynamics of his racist society. These two figures cannot escape from one another or their history, and act out established roles.

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