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Enrance of the Attica Correctional Facility, 2007. Photo by Jayu, CC BY-SA 2.0<\/a>, via Wikimedia Commons<\/a>.<\/p><\/div>\n

Following the Attica uprising in September 1971, Celes Tisdale, a poet and a professor at Buffalo State College, began leading poetry workshops\u00a0at the correctional facility\u2014the first\u00a0at a U.S.\u00a0prison to be run by a non-inmate and an African American.<\/i>\u00a0P<\/em>oems written by his students were published in 1974 as\u00a0<\/em>Betcha Ain\u2019t: Poems from Attica,\u00a0by Broadside Press, the first major Black-owned publishing house in America.<\/em> Below are several noncontinuous entries from the diary Tisdale kept during that time, beginning with his first day at the facility.<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

May 24, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

4:30 P.M.<\/small>
\n\u201cAnticipation\u201d<\/p>\n

Many times have I basked in the glory of applause, adulation, recognition as I interpreted the Black poet masters. But, today, I wait in painful\/joyful anticipation of meeting those humanity-scarred men who must express themselves or perish from anonymity.<\/p>\n

Sitting here on my front porch waiting for Randy to pick me up, I suddenly realize that I have never sat on my front porch before. What enjoying faces on the buses! I really see their faces and talk with my neighbor next door for the \ufb01rst time. He offered to let me use his wax for my car. Can this heightening of perception of my surroundings be conscious preparation for what I\u2019ll be doing later today and every Wednesday, 6\u20139 P.M.<\/small>, for sixteen weeks? Can you imagine conducting, possibly, the \ufb01rst Black poetry workshop inside a prison (maximum security)? Maybe I\u2019m making history\u2014maybe.<\/p>\n

Well, here\u2019s Randy in his green Volks somehow very much like himself: frantic, intense, a constant gear shift. He\u2019s Jewish.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

5:30 P.M.<\/small>
\n\u201cBefore the Great Wall\u201d<\/p>\n

The air is hot, still, restless. Here, after an hour\u2019s ride exchanging philosophies and expectation. A front gate guard recognizes me, he says, and we exchange pleasantries (?) while waiting to be cleared to enter the inner walls. Randy does most of the talking. My mind is too full.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

6:00 P.M.<\/small>
\n\u201cWithin\u201d<\/p>\n

Having passed all the doors, gates, guards, and the serene atmosphere of the cool passageways, we arrive in the teaching area of \u201cC\u201d Block. I feel like the new schoolmarm in a one-room schoolhouse on the \ufb01rst day and I remember when I \ufb01rst faced a classroom nine years ago.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

6:15 P.M.<\/small><\/p>\n

The men are coming in now. I recognize some of them from the old days in Willert Park Projects and Smitty\u2019s restaurant where I worked during the undergraduate days. They seem happy to see me but are properly restrained (strained?).<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

May 25, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

Our \ufb01rst session was spent getting acquainted with each other. The following are some of the responses to my asking what is poetry: personal, deals with emotions, historical, compact (concise), eternal, revolutionary, beauty, rhyme, rhythm, a verbal X-ray of the soul.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

June 7, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

Angela Yvonne Davis was found innocent of all charges in California, and her trial was the topic of interest at the beginning of the session. Rather than become involved in a political discussion, I read a poem given to me by Nikki Giovanni called \u201cPoem of Angela Yvonne Davis.\u201d It brought a warm response from the group.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

July 5, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tonight there was much excitement among the workshop members. They were more talkative than usual and very excited about the recent (July 4) concert presented at the facility by Archie Shepp, Black jazz musician. We discussed the concert at length, because we felt that Black music is poetry and poetry is music. Christopher Sutherland (an inmate) presented a poem to the group that was a tribute to Archie Shepp.<\/p>\n

It has been six weeks (sessions) now since we started the poetry work-shop. We had no session last week because of an entertainment group\u2019s performance at the facility and my being involved in a play: Angela<\/em>. I haven\u2019t seen the men for two weeks and I notice today that the ranks have been somewhat decimated. In group one only ten men showed up, two of whom were new. The high interest level has been sustained.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been reading their works at home for the past three or four weeks and I\u2019m very pleased at their poetry and have noticed a real \ufb02air for poetry among a number of the men: Boyer, \u201cPoint,\u201d Phillips, Sutherland, Dabney, Mackey, Bryant, Sanford X, to name a few. I plan to recommend their return in the next eight-week session.<\/p>\n

\u201cSonny\u201d Walker said Hawkins has been paroled\u2014joy. Much excitement tonite over a poem in the text: \u201cGiles Johnson, Ph.D.\u201d by Frank Marshall Davis.<\/p>\n

The men are friendlier now and much more relaxed\u2014even the reticent ones are budding, opening up, \ufb02owering. Received a compliment today, probably the most sincere ever: the brother privately told me that I was a \ufb01ne example of Black intelligence and that I related well to them. They seem proud to know me and try to please, but do not fawn. I hope they know how proud I am of them. Everyone very talkative, almost festive mood. They did most of the talking and reading poetry (their own) while I tape-recorded it.<\/p>\n

The men joke with me as we enter and leave, but I still detect great respect, almost awe, a standoffish attitude. I see them as the men I relate to every day in the world outside. How it pains me when they go back to their cells, but linger and talk before the guard hurries them along. If I could only stay here a few days more.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

July 12, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

Felt the anger, frustration, hostility of the men, firsthand tonite. I had secured adequate clearance for the Buffalo Black Writers Workshop to sit in on the session tonite, but Supt. Montanye canceled their coming, by a phone call to Randy, yesterday. I was apprehensive about telling the men of the cancellation, and they were most indignant about this broken promise, one of many, according to them. Feel a strong undercurrent of resentment for the administration. Am convinced that another riot is in the making. About \u00bd\u00a0of the session was spent explaining the function of Hospital Audiences, and my role as a liaison with the administration. Most of the men insist that no change has taken place in the prison since the September incident.<\/p>\n

Found out later in the session why the Buffalo Black Writers Workshop were not allowed in tonite. It seems some small demonstration took place yesterday by the inmates (hunger strike).<\/p>\n

The men continue to produce, and some have really improved. A real pleasure to see growth. Next week, \ufb01nal evaluations and summaries.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

July 20, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

Our workshop session was canceled yesterday because of Supt. Montanye\u2019s declaration of a state of emergency at the facility. Prisoners (approx. 900 of 1,200) have stayed in their cells the past two days protesting conditions. A speci\ufb01c protest centered around a nurse\u2019s termination. She was reinstated amid the protests.<\/p>\n

When we resume on 7\/26, it will be our evaluative concluding session for the \ufb01rst eight weeks. Have gathered much poetry from the inmates\u2014they want to publish a book\u2014we\u2019ll talk about it later.<\/p>\n

Randy very apprehensive about returning to facility\u2014many prisoners\u2019 protests continue.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

July 23, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

State of emergency has been lifted by Supt. Montanye. Prisoners (about 900) were in voluntary lock-in for three days.<\/p>\n

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October 31, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

The inmates (workshop) and administration invited me to an appreciation reception, today 1\u20133:30 P.M.<\/small> Surprised to see men sitting in chairs in reception bldg; very quiet. Coffee and Coke had not arrived when I appeared at 1:30. Usual bureaucratic holdup I suppose.<\/p>\n

Noticed the uniform of the guards has changed\u2014they wear blazers and gray slacks. Must admit they look less oppressive.<\/p>\n

Men were sitting so formally, I felt need to walk around speaking to each little group. They loosened up after I talked brie\ufb02y about poetic directions to the entire group. However, it appeared that the men wanted to discuss political directions and the American system. After about fifteen minutes of such discussion, I steered back to poetry discussion.<\/p>\n

Surprised to see coffee in large pots and to \ufb01nd the cake tasted a bit coarse, like old home recipe. Dickinson told the group they could meet during the month of November but stipulated that political discussion must be curtailed. Frankly, I agree with him. The men promised me that they would have a play ready when I see them again, Dec. 6, 1972, for the start of the new, third sixteen-week session.<\/p>\n

Couldn\u2019t \ufb01gure out why Harold Packwood was not present at the reception. He organized it and is the standout in the workshop. Someone mentioned that he was practicing on his saxophone.<\/p>\n

It appears that the men have greater perception of their existence and are much more concerned now with all aspects of writing. Such respect that they show me I have never known. Fantastic!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

December 13, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

Met the men tonite after a \ufb01ve-week layoff. Packwood very despondent\u2014I\u2019m afraid of the negative effect of a denied parole. Chris Sutherland also very despondent because authorities con\ufb01scated much of his work.<\/p>\n

Most of the evening spent talking about poets, especially Nikki Giovanni. Generally, the men feel that her popularity has made her ego trip.<\/p>\n

They really \u201ccome down\u201d hard on her. Their biggest objection was to her seemingly having to explain her actions if they seem contrary to the norm. I suggested that I would bring a taped recording of her reading to next week\u2019s session.<\/p>\n

The remainder of the evening was spent reading original poems. The men were most eager to read and very enthusiastic. I showed them the manuscript that Ann, Beverly, and I had completed and I read some poems from it.<\/p>\n

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December 17, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

Packwood says he\u2019s been suffering from \u201cgrowing pains\u201d in his writing. \u201cI\u2019m beginning to feel my growth as a Black writer,\u201d he tells me, \u201cand constantly seeking new modes of expression.\u201d His thoughts, he says, \u201care just popping up from everywhere\u201d and he\u2019s now developing the habit of writing these thoughts down.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

December 20, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tonite, we began our \ufb01rst two-hour session. From now on, we intend to meet 6:30\u20138:30 with both groups combined. More time.<\/p>\n

I switched the tape to Imamu Amear Baraka (LeRoi Jones), and his comments provided discussion for the entire evening.<\/p>\n

The men have become quite sophisticated in their poetic tastes and versatility. Their criticism of poems and poets is most perceptive. We really got into quite a discussion as to what constitutes a poem, and what Blacks should be writing about, today. Most of them agree that our work should re\ufb02ect the times. Chris, Abraham, and Thurman were concerned that we not lose a wide range, and Chris stressed the need for exercising the imagination more often as poets. How profound and mature!<\/p>\n

Marv McQueen is coming home on furlough Saturday. He is staying around the corner from us. I\u2019ll see him during the holidays.<\/p>\n

A most interesting point came up tonite. I asked why Black poets do not seem to write humorous poems these days too often. The men said (some of them) that Black people have nothing to be happy about. When I told them that I am constantly happy, they agreed, but found it hard to believe. Strange!<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

December 27, 1972<\/strong><\/p>\n

Tonite, we began with one of Imamu\u2019s earlier tapes I’d made. The purpose was to compare his tone in this speech with the one we heard last week. We especially noted his poems on the recording.<\/p>\n

Since we began this poetry workshop, on May 24, I have noticed how increasingly re\ufb02ective and philosophical a number of the men have become. Many of them have begun to use language well in poetry and very interested in the power of the word. With this in mind, I began talking about Japanese haiku poetry and taught them how to write it. With haiku, the poet must write a poem comprised of only seventeen syllables. I am eager to see what they will do by next week.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

January 3, 1973<\/strong><\/p>\n

A new year\u2014great optimistic feeling. But that\u2019s not new\u2014I feel this way almost every day I wake up.<\/p>\n

Played tape recording of Don L. Lee. Men enjoyed his poetry.<\/p>\n

We continued our discussion of haiku and read our own haiku. The men were quite good. Jamail was especially good. He appears to be well learned and is the imam in a Muslim sect. Haiku is a natural for him. Abraham (Brathwaite) \ufb01nally found a poetic medium. Packwood, surprisingly, did not do well with haiku.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n

Celes Tisdale is Distinguished Emeritus Professor of English at the State University of New York at Buffalo, and the editor of\u00a0<\/em>Betcha Ain\u2019t: Poems from Attica\u00a0and<\/em>\u00a0We Be Poetin\u2019.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

Adapted from<\/em> When the Smoke Cleared<\/a>, forthcoming from Duke University Press in November 2022.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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