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Umar Bin Hassan left Akron, Ohio, to join the Poets in 1969, recorded three albums with them, and then, in 1974, lost more than a decade to a serious addiction to cocaine and later, crack. Even in the crackhouses, though, he says people still recognized him and wanted him to speak. He did at times. In the late Eighties he renewed his commitment to himself and The Last Poets, undeterred by squabbles over publishing rights and passionate, lingering feuds. (Bin Hassan was allegedly stabbed in the throat by a fellow Poet in the early Nineties.) Since returning, the reformed Poet has trademarked The Last Poets name; toured regularly, including a 1994 Lollapalooza stint; recorded albums (Be Bop or Be Dead and others); and coauthored with founding Last Poet Abiodun Oyewole On a Mission: Selected Poems and a History of The Last Poets. Bin Hassan says today's record moguls have no interest in "old men saying some truthful things, because this is a youth culture. They want to talk about booty, pussy, dick, and all that other kind of old stupid shit." Yet The Last Poets are still on a mission, offering a new generation revolutionary ideals. "These are our children," Bin Hassan wrote in the 1996 book. "If we can't learn and don't learn how to talk with them soon, the chasm of disrespect that exists now is going to get much deeper."
To that end he recently made the 31-hour bus trip to Miami for a little respite from the cold of Flint, Michigan, where he now lives, and a little outreach, Last Poets-style. Wearing a red T-shirt emblazoned with the words "The Last Poets" on the front and "Constitutional crisis/And voter projections/Your vote is important/But not in elections" on the back, he performed here for the first time in 30 years, at an open-mike at Liberty City's African Heritage Cultural Center. "I don't know why I'm doing this," he quipped to the audience of approximately 50, many probably not even born the last time he came around. "I'm not getting paid."
For the better part of an hour he spoke, joked, wailed, and discoursed on everything from the Taliban, to God, to the need for awareness ("Everybody turning into sheep: political sheep, religious sheep, racial sheep"). They were rapt as he launched into epic poems like Malcolm, and his seminal Niggas Are Scared of Revolution, and This Is Madness. Punctuated by the beats of a conga player, Bin Hassan's powerful voice, multifaceted as a musical instrument and straining against a cold, wove itself around a rich history lesson and a timeless vision of the future.
A few days later, in the apartment of his host, he sat down for an interview.
Where does your inspiration for writing come from?
All aspects of American society. I get inspired by writing about Donald Rumsfeld [laughs] and George W. Bush.... If I see a little bit of drama on the streets that hits me, I'll start writing about it, where I can make it connect to other human beings, where they can feel what I feel, or they can feel there was something like it in their soul....
Since you brought it up, are you writing a lot about what's going on now?
There's some stuff here going on that I don't even want to write about because I know that in the end, American people are being played with and deceived and lied to and manipulated, so it's nothing funny because this is some dangerous stuff going on right now.... I mean, do we need all our civil liberties to be expunged and played with now to get a sense of security back? I don't think so. I think this is a greater plan going on here.
And what about the significance of your Muslim name?
People be callin' me bin Laden now, Umar bin Laden: "Oh, that's your cousin or your uncle." They be playin' with me. But the name I took was Umar -- "man of blood and strength" -- Bin "son of" Hassan -- "outwardly bold and inwardly beautiful," and I was trying to live up to that 'cause I'm not ever, since I was a little boy, I've never been a sheep to follow.