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THREE ENCOUNTERS WITH<br />

WHEN<br />

Zora Neale Hurston<br />

started writing in the<br />

1920s, she wanted to<br />

represent how rural societies lived, how they felt and loved<br />

and sought revenge. She set her short story, “<strong>Spunk</strong>”—a<br />

tale of lust, killing, and supernatural vengeance—in the<br />

Deep South. The basic premise of the story is that a<br />

man desires the wife of another man, and kills him so<br />

as to marry her. Published in 1925, <strong>Spunk</strong> was awarded<br />

second place in an event staged by Opportunity magazine,<br />

a publication founded three years earlier to support the<br />

work of Harlem Renaissance writers and artists who gave<br />

visibility to black culture, exposing its complications rather<br />

than seeking to eradicate them. Hurston was 34 at the<br />

time, and she would, over a 30-year career, publish four<br />

novels, two books of folklore, an autobiography, numerous<br />

short stories, and several essays, articles, and plays.<br />

“Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of<br />

fear,” was the call to action from Hurston, herself a<br />

striking presence in any room, being assertive, funny,<br />

and verbally dexterous. She did grab the broom, and the<br />

dust it stirred up fl ew right out into the faces not just of<br />

white people who discounted black voices, but also of<br />

those who wanted to depict blackness as victimhood.<br />

The picture she painted of black rural society, some felt,<br />

was inappropriately discourteous about social ethics and<br />

behavior, and disdainful in its use of colloquial dialect.<br />

This woman—who’d gone back to school at the age of 26,<br />

claiming to be, and passing for, a 16 year-old(!), and had<br />

earned both a bachelor’s and a master’s degree—was, they<br />

BY RESIDENT DRAMATURG PHILIPPA KELLY<br />

felt, condescending to her less fortunate rural brothers and<br />

sisters. But Hurston weathered this criticism and thrived<br />

on the controversy, establishing an academy for black<br />

performance, winning a Guggenheim Fellowship, working<br />

with anthropologists Margaret Mead and Ruth Benedict,<br />

and writing extensively on voodoo through what she called<br />

“the spy-glass of anthropology.” She researched songs,<br />

dances, tales, and sayings, and much of her focus was on<br />

slavery and the time period immediately following it.<br />

Despite, or perhaps because of, Hurston’s success, in the<br />

1940s she had to face the horror of a false accusation (of<br />

molesting three young boys) made by a supposed friend.<br />

Although she was cleared, Hurston never fully recovered<br />

from the effects of this betrayal and scandal. In 1950, at<br />

the age of 60, she took a job as a maid until she could<br />

afford to begin writing seriously again. But she suffered two<br />

strokes, and in 1959 she died of congestive heart failure<br />

at age 69.<br />

One of the reasons that Hurston didn’t “live on” during the<br />

decades after her death was that she didn’t write in explicitly<br />

political terms in the “protest tradition,” as did Ralph Ellison,<br />

for example, or Richard Wright; and because her controversial<br />

views—such as her belief that segregation is positive because<br />

it sustains black values in a way that integrated classrooms do<br />

not—refused “progressive” models of race and equality.<br />

ALICE WALKER REDISCOVERS ZORA<br />

It wasn’t until 1975, 15 years after her death, that she<br />

reemerged on the public stage, thanks to Alice Walker’s<br />

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