Editorial: What Is ProudFlesh?

Abstract

What in the world would PROUD FLESH be? Or Who. Skins standing out and standing up, evidently, unmistakably, in a history of war and wounds and struggles full of wonder. A letter from Soledad Brother by George Jackson reads: “I have only the proud flesh of very recent years to hold up as proof that I did not die in the sickbed in which I lay for so long.” “I’ve drunk deeply from the cisterns of gall, swam against the current in Blood Alley, Urban Fascist Amerika, experienced the nose rub in shit, armed myself with a monumental hatred and tried to forget and pretend. A standard black male defense mechanism.” “It hasn’t worked.” “My recall is nearly perfect, time has faded nothing. I recall the very first kidnap…”