Interviewer: What do you recall the most about the Congress?
Interviewee: The space.
Interviewer: The room?
Interviewee: Yes, child. The room. The room to think and answer. The room where for once, we could walk around freely. I haven’t had room like that since my Queens College years back home.
Interviewer: Was it packed?
Interviewee: Child, how much memory you got pon dat? Pack to the brim. Pack like Lionel-Groulx on Friday at 5:15pm and everybody siting down pretending that the newspaper they readin and the game they playing on phone make ’em blind to old ladies standing in front of them. Place was pack. Pack with “That’s right’s” and “You telling me’s”. Even in the ladies washroom when I gone to pee cuz your uncle’s big head pressing against my insides.. pack-up! Foundation saying “its about damn time”, Eye liner cussing “too much man talking” Lipstick vowing “Burn it all down”.
Interviewer: But you said you can finally walk freely..in a space so packed?
Interviewee: Never feel so free yet! I remember space and time like just just now . Felt like flying when Walter talked about the groundings. And when Stokely stopped..and repeat the same thing again…lord we moving now! Get up or get out! I swear, I was good and ready to buy a leather jacket..but the belly was swollen tough! And what you gonna do with all my talkin recorded on that..whatchu u call it?
Interviewer: It’s a seedLinq BM. And I’m going to eat it so that I’ll never forget what you’re saying.
Interviewee: Cheez on..we living in different times in trut.
***Dedicated to the organizers of the Congress of Black Writers – Montreal, 1968