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Dennis Brutus to speak & read his poetry in SE Michigan
Azanian activist, poet and former prisoner of the Apartheid regime in South Africa
events in early April, details TBA

Azanian poet Dennis Brutus fought against South African Apartheid. As President of SANROC (South African Non-Racial Olympic Committee), he led the victory to exclude South Africa and Rhodesia from the Olympic Games. His political activity lead to his being banned from all political and social activity. Subsequently he was arrested in 1963, escaped and was shot and re-arrested. He was then imprisoned with Nelson Mandela on Robben Island. Upon his release, he was deported and exiled to Zimbabwe.

Prof. Brutus has not stopped fighting against oppression and exploitation. He has most recently been active campaigning against Third World exploitation and poverty perpetuated by IMF, World Bank and other imperialist institution loans. He is an outspoken critic of the the u.$. prison system generally and the imprisonment of Mumia Abu-Jamal, Leonard Peltier and all political leaders incarcerated. Prof. Brutus is the chairperson of Black Community Education at the University of Pittsburgh and has written several books including A Simple Lust, Airs and Tributes, A Stubborn Hope and Still the Sirens. Among all of his roles and accomplishments, Professor Dennis Brutus is first and foremost an internationalist.

Somehow we survive
and tenderness, frustrated, does not wither.

Investigating searchlights rake
our naked unprotected contours;

over our heads the monolithic decalogue
of fascist prohibition glowers
and teeters for a catastrophic fall;

boots club the peeling door.

But somehow we survive
severance, deprivation, loss.

Patrols uncoil along the asphalt dark
hissing their menace to our lives,

most cruel, all our land is scarred with terror,
rendered unlovely and unlovable;
sundered are we and all our passionate surrender

but somehow tenderness survives.

From Dennis Brutus, A Simple Lust. Collected Poems of South African Jail and Exile, Heinemann 1989, p.4