1 I Am Not Your Negroâs queer poetics of identity and omission
Courtney R. Baker
I Am Not Your Negro is a cinematic journey, prompted by its subjectâs quest to make sense of his life in the wake of three earth-shattering deaths. As James Baldwin narrates his friendship with and admiration of the civil rights leaders Medgar Evers, Malcolm X, and Martin Luther King, Jr., the film explores Baldwinâs relationship to the current conditions of blackness in the United States which have been informed by the legacies left by all four of those men. Authorized by Baldwinâs unfinished manuscript, the film plays with time and the utterance to supply a complex but necessary study of the relationship between identity and history.
While the film does not announce itself to be particularly invested in Baldwinâs queerness or even in the more expansive albeit academic discursivity of âqueer Baldwin,â1 it nevertheless adopts what might be termed a queer cinema poetics to reflect the fluidity of Baldwinâs thoughts and writings. These poetics, rooted in the cinematic vocabulary of the shot and the cut, supply a dynamic, radically unbounded vision of US race relations as they play out on screen. Attending to but not determined by historical events, I Am Not Your Negro cruises the dystopia of American antiblackness in order to reflect upon Baldwinâs insights on race, selfhood, and cinema.2 Through a resistance to stasis and a commitment to movements both political and temporal, the film structurally embodies principles of radical progressiveness.
Whereas the film foregrounds director Raoul Peckâs processing of Baldwin, resulting in the cinematic text known as I Am Not Your Negro, a critique of the film may itself be regarded as yet another layer of processing â this time by the spectator â which in turn produces yet another text, this time comprised of the spectatorâs encounter with the film text â itself comprised of a unique encounter between the filmmaker and the subject, James Baldwin. Though claims that a documentary reveals more about the filmmaker than the ostensible subject are not uncommon assertions, I Am Not Your Negro provides an especially compelling object of examination precisely because it foregrounds its constructedness and the labor entailed in the production of meaning. It is a film that allows its seams to show.
As a film project sourced from Baldwinâs literary archives, the film necessarily employs a retrospective gaze but also makes an effort to trouble the presumed certitude of such a gesture. Indeed, it adopts a perspective akin to that presented in Peckâs earlier film, Lumumba: Death of Prophet (1990), in which absences and aporias are permitted to resonate and in turn offer the viewer moments in which to reflect and to mourn. These moments of absence mark the places where the past touches the present but is not fully brought into it. These scenes, themselves characterized by abstract depictions of modern urban movement (literally planes, trains, and automobiles), bridge temporal moments but resist filling them. Instead, they return the viewer to watching time unfold and in so doing invite the viewer to interrogate the certainties of the past, of the present, and even of identity itself.
In the introduction to the book accompaniment to I Am Not Your Negro, Peck describes the importance of Baldwinâs prose to his own self-knowledge as a Black man in the West. Baldwin was one of a handful of authors who âwere telling stories describing history and defining structures and human relationships that matched what I was seeing around me.â3 This emphasis upon the interconnection of âhistoryâ and âstructureâ made sensible through âstoriesâ invites a post-structuralist interpretation of Peckâs meaning-making project, then and now, in which the power of discourse and language are foregrounded in a relation of non-dominance to either history or the present. Considering how C. L. R. James and Michel Foucault theorize the ordering of historical events for uses in the present illuminates the ways that Peckâs films convey meaning. Specifically, Foucaultâs rejection of histories âof tradition and inventionâ in favor of a âhistory of ideasâ that denotes a âhistory of perpetual differenceâ clarifies how an historiographic work, including a film, might emphasize invention rather than fixed knowledge of the past and future.4 Similarly, C.L.R. Jamesâs figuration of the strategically suppressed accounting of the Haitian Revolution as a recoverable lever in the war against global fascism casts the history and the archive as undetermined but powerful sources of and for the present.5
Peck presents I Am Not Your Negro as a deeply personal film â not quite a hagiography but a sort of open letter in which the maker acknowledges his and our indebtedness to an author who is out of reach. While the authorâs individual biography is no determinant of meaning, one may consider how the film circulates alongside French and Francophone Caribbean philosophies of language and the self. Indeed, Peck, who is Haitian by birth, describes his childhood self as âinhabiting a myth in which I was both enforcer and actorâ â a description that resonates with both French theorist Roland Barthesâs notion of the cultural myth â the enabling but also restrictive system through which meanings are circulated â and Martiniquan psychoanalyst Franz Fanonâs crushing self-awareness as the mythological Negro of cosmopolitan French fantasies.6
Following another post-structuralist thread laid down by Barthesâs philosophies of language and literature, one perceives I Am Not Your Negro â as well as Lumumba â to be âwriterly textsâ that reject as false the notion that a complete(d) film is a closed text. To the contrary,
[t]he writerly text is a perpetual present, upon which no consequent language (which would inevitably make it past) can be superimposed; the writerly text is ourselves writing, before the infinite play of the world (the world as function) is traversed, intersected, stopped, plasticized by some singular system (Ideology, Genus, Criticism) which reduces the plurality of entrances, the opening of networks, the infinity of languages.7
The stoppages of ideology et alia are resisted in the film conceptually by responding to Baldwinâs own writerly prose as such, âdisseminating it, ⌠dispersing it within the field of infinite difference.â8 Denying fixity in favor of dissemination and difference, I Am Not Your Negro embraces what Fred Moten describes as the poetics of the break and the atemporal âwherein black radicalism is set to work ⌠as part of a critique immanent to the black radical tradition that constitutes its radicalism as a cutting and abundant refusal of closure.â9 The film formally establishes its commitment to this tradition through both the cut and scenes of movement. These cinematic poetics work through and on the historical events referenced in Baldwinâs writings (the murders of Evers, X, and King) and in our more recently passed moments of antiblack conflagrations (the Ferguson uprising and the murders of Tamir Rice, Walter Scott, and too many others). As in Lumumba, the film strives to reconstruct sense for our current moment out of the archiveâs abundances as well as from its prior, insufficient stories and the nonsense of historyâs aporias.
Following the opening sequence â a riot of stillness and motion and words comprised of Baldwinâs calm but pessimistic appearance on The Dick Cavett Show in 1968 and a montage of photographs of the Ferguson uprising of 2015 accompanied by Buddy Guyâs rollicking blues number, âDamn Right, Iâve Got the Bluesâ â the film returns to stark white text on a black background. Modernist, almost futurist animation announces the film as âWritten by James Baldwinâ and âDirected by Raoul Peck.â With these words, I Am Not Your Negro announces itself as a collaboration afforded by a medium that can transgress the boundaries of death itself. The film, through its recruitment of visual, aural, and written records, operates as a spiritualist medium, echoing the wisdom of the past in the scenes of today.
The sequence that follows the titles reinforces the movement and shuttling between the past and the present that characterize this project. The narratorâs voice, supplied by actor Samuel L. Jackson, breaks into the silence, announcing, âTo Jay Acton.â These words reflect the text of a source letter of Baldwinâs written to his literary agent. Within moments, white letters mimicking typewriter script appear on a black screen, punctuated by the sound of tapping typewriter keys. The voice and the images on screen reinforce the moment of our viewing time and of Peckâs directorial time; yet the words themselves reference the time of Baldwinâs composition: June 30, 1979 to be exact. A past moment is reenacted in the moment of its passing in this scene.
In the letter and in the larger project of âRemember This House,â Baldwin expresses the uncertainty about identity and direction that the film mirrors in its imagery and sounds. Baldwinâs letter to Acton references the authorâs âdivided mindâ and the woeful sense that â[t]he summer has scarcely begun, and I feel, already, that itâs almost over.â Baldwinâs letter goes on to announce his impending birthday and the commencement of a journey, one that Baldwin explains, âI always knew that I would have to make, but had hoped ⌠not to have to make it so soon.â Despite the felt inevitability of the journey, Baldwin remarks that the character of such a journey is itself, by nature, unknowable: âI am saying that a journey is called that because you cannot know what you will discover on the journey, what you will do with what you find, or what you find will do to you.â10 In the context of the film, with the words spoken by Jackson and visualized by Peck, the âIâ â as well as the âyouâ â for whom these logics cohere is multiplied, generating multiple journeys for multiple addressors and addressees.
In this early scene, the film plays with the grammatical logic of its title, resisting not only the possessiveness of the words âyour Negroâ but also the inevitable belatedness and accuracy of the words âI am not.â Certainly and sadly, James Baldwin is no longer, yet the film and the title articulate, seemingly despite themselves, a desire to return to the moment when the âIâ could be located, assuredly, in the body of Baldwin himself. As in Lumumba, following shots of train tracks, cars viewed hazily through a rain-soaked window, and tracking shots of landscapes as though viewed through a car or train window signal the absence of the filmâs...