Zora Neale Hurston has been calling
out to Black women since she started writing, collecting our
folklore, insisting on our presence. She was a literary sensation
during the Harlem Renaissance, worked closely with Langston Hughes
until they fell out, studied anthropology, and
was a groundbreaking folklorist. She wrote several books, but the
universal favorite might be Their Eyes Were Watching God,
a 1937 book so firmly established in the literary canon that Time
Magazine
(2005) and the British
Broadcasting Corporation
(2019) listed it as one of the top 100 novels of all time.
There
is something about the protagonist of Their
Eyes Were Watching God,
the thrice-married Janie Crawford, whose quest for independence and
an “ideal” love collides with the gender norms of the
times. She is married first to an old man, then to a blustering
politician and entrepreneur, then to her “true love” who
can be cruel, jealous, and a batterer. Set in Hurston’s
hometown of Eatonville, Florida, the book is riveting, classic,
challenging, and soaring. The author, much like the book, quickly
occupies our attention.
Or
does she? It amazes me that Zora Neale Hurston is rarely mentioned
with all our talk of the Harlem Renaissance. Is it because her peers,
Black male writers whose own professional envy, combined with the
politics of respectability, tepidly reviewed it when released? The
novelist Richard Wright trashed the book, as did other towering
figures of the Harlem Renaissance. In contrast, Dr. Carter G.
Woodson, the founder of Black History Month, offered a vital review.
In any case, Hurston was toppled from her literacy perch when a
baseless rumor was given traction and exposure. Never well-paid for
her work, she entered a welfare home toward the end of her life. She
died of heart disease in 1960 and was buried in an unmarked grave.
Alice
Walker bristled at the ways the men of the Harlem Renaissance treated
Zora Neale Hurston, attempting to fit her round peg of independence,
wit, and creativity into their square hole of patriarchy. She tracked
down Zora Neale’s burial site and placed a marker on her grave.
She said that “a people do not forget their geniuses” and
wrote a piece in Ms.
Magazine,
Looking for Zora (1975), that raised awareness about Hurston's life
and work. Zora called Alice Walker to find her and acknowledge her
resting place. Since then, she’s drawn others into her spunky,
irreverent, and brilliant circle.
The
author and professor, Valerie Boyd, just made her transition (on
February 12). Boyd was a journalist and insightful writer whose book,
Wrapped
in Rainbows: The Life of Zora Neale Hurston,
is the definitive biography of Zora Neale Hurston. It traces her from
birth to death, from the highs of the Harlem Renaissance social scene
to the lows of the depression resulting from the untrue allegations.
The book feels like a rainbow, like its title. It’s pure Zora.
Valerie
Boyd will go down in history for her writing, especially her Zora
Neale Hurston work. She will be known for more than Zora. She had
edited Alice Walker’s journals in a book that will be out soon.
Titled Gathering
Blossoms Under Fire,
the collected journals will be a unique view into the mind of one of
our nation’s most influential writers.
Did
Zora Neale Hurston introduce these women? Did she nudge them toward
working with each other? Did she encourage the intimacy that must
have come when two Black women were joined by Sister Zora?
When
Zora calls, you better answer. At least that’s what Rae-Ama
Camylle Chesney learned when, as a storyteller, she found much to say
about Zora Neale Hurston. She travels thousands of miles, visits
historic sites, and sits quietly to listen, she learns Zora Neale
Hurston and describes herself as a Zoraphile. Chesney gives lectures
and presentations about Zora Neale Hurston, but she also writes
letters to Zora. Her book, titled Dear
Zora,
is a work in progress now available online. Chesney will release a
hard copy of Dear
Zora
this year. This form of literary entrepreneurship, which encourages
the reader to be part of the process, is unique. Reading briefly
through the letters, I am struck by the ways Chesney is in a
timeless, virtual conversation with Zora Neale Hurston about things
like “integration,” the Brown v. Board of Education
decision, and more. Zora died in 1960. What would she say today?
We
can’t afford to throw away our geniuses, especially not Zora
Neale Hurston. In this Black History month, we must celebrate Zora,
but also the women who heeded her call – Alice Walker, Valerie
Boyd, and Rae-Ama Camylle Chesney.