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“Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?” by Kathleen Collins

“We are in the year of racial, religious, and ethnic mildew. ‘Negro’ families in Montclair, New Jersey; Brookfield, Massachusetts; Hartford, Connecticut; Mount Vernon, New York; Washington, D.C. – the hidden enclaves of the Black Bourgeoisie (a book that will be taken down from the dusty shelves of some obscure small-town library and soon issued in paperback, causing the fortunes of an obscure ‘negro’ sociologist to rise – will see their children abandon a lifetime of de-ghettoizing. Their sones will go to jail for freedom (which in their parents’ minds is no different from going to jail for armed robbery, heroin addiction, pimping, and other assorted ethnic hustles). Their daughters will kneel in prayer on the dusty red-clay roads of Georgia, as if the neat velvet pews of the Episcopal Church had never been their first encounter with religion. The ‘First Coloreds’ in medicine, law, politics, baseball, education, engineering, basketball, biochemical research, the armed services, tennis, and film production will all be asked to come forward and speak about their success. Ralph Bunche will become a household name. Everyone who is anyone will find at least one ‘negro’ to bring along home for dinner. It’s the year of the human being. It’s 1963: Whatever happened to interracial love?”

IMG_0440In 2016, nearly 30 years after her death, Kathleen Collins’ poignant, theatrical short stories were published under the title “Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?”. Collins, who was known for her work as an activist and filmmaker in the 60s and 70s, wrote honest, simple stories about love, sex, and family, all with an eye to race and racism. Whether developing characters with stereotypically cavalier attitudes towards family responsibility, such as the characters in “Interiors”:

“I won’t apologize for loving you so little . . . life has so many tuneless days . . . what better posture to take than to become a whimsical motherfucker? Can you think of a better one? I never could. Be a husband? Or a father? In exchange for being a whimsical motherfucker? You got to be crazy . . . I have to have room to improvise, lady, some way to ignite myself into life. I have to have room to improvise . . . life has so many tuneless days . . .”

or satirizing assimilationists’ racist views in “Stepping Back”:

          “I’m not trying to flatter myself, but I was the first colored woman he ever seriously considered loving. I know I was. The first one who had the kind of savior faire he believed in so devoutly. The first one with class, style, poetry, taste, elegance, repartee, and haute cuisine. Because, you know, a colored woman with class is still an exceptional creature; and a colored woman with class, style, poetry, taste, elegance, repartee and haute cuisine is an almost nonexistent species. The breeding possibilities are slight.
          I myself have never known another one like me, not one with my subtle understanding of art, music, drama, food, people, places, ambience, climate, dress, timing, correctness . . . whatever. As if all forms of cultural underdevelopment had somehow passed me by.  As if I took my racial heritage (so to speak) and molded it to my spirit . . . Then I emerged out of my cocoon like some new breed of butterfly.” 

Collins is sharing an important point of view that, though cloaked in the culture and language of the 70s, is relevant and resonant today. Each vignette is carefully crafted and thoughtfully brief. Her tone and characters are reminiscent of James Alan McPherson’s “Elbow Room”, a contemporaneous collection of short stories which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1978. The reading public was deprived of Collins’ writing for decades, and her reputation and renown no doubt suffered for that. The discovery and publication of this brilliant little collection of stories is a gift which will hopefully win Kathleen Collins belated but much deserved praise and respect.

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4 thoughts on ““Whatever Happened to Interracial Love?” by Kathleen Collins”

  1. i’ll show my ignorance here and say I’ve never heard of this author. Since I don’t care much for short stories did she write any longer fiction that I could explore?

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    1. I don’t believe so. I think most of her writing was screenplays and drama. If the subject matter and tone tempt you, this collection is very approachable and relatively short. It can be taken in in smile bites. 🙂

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