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SUPERMAN PLANS CRAWL UP BROADWAY! Not the comic book hero, but the real-life African American performance artist William Pope.L, who has recently emerged as something of an underground hero himself. Dressed in a store-bought Superman costume, Pope.L is about to launch a marathon crawl through Manhattan. A perfect metaphor for post-9-11 New York, this piece, titled "The Great White Way," has earned Pope.L a coveted spot in the upcoming Whitney Biennial. But just as his project is scheduled to begin, the unlikely caped crusader has gotten caught in the crossfire of the culture wars. When the National Endowment for the Arts announced its first round of grants for fiscal year 2002 in late December, acting chair Robert Martin refused to authorize $20,000 for "William Pope.L: eRacism," a traveling retrospective of the artist's 20-year career organized by the Institute of Contemporary Art at Maine College of Art (ICA-MECA). Martin's action, overturning the recommendations of the NEA review panel and the National Council for the Arts, summoned up the bad old days of
Jesse Helms and the NEA 4, not to mention Giuliani's more recent attacks on the works of two other black artists, Renée Cox and Chris Ofili. ICA-MECA, in conjunction with the show's two other venues, the Portland Institute of Contemporary Art and Houston's Diverse Works, issued a statement questioning the agency's decision. The Andy Warhol Foundation for the Visual Arts, which had already granted $50,000 toward the exhibition's total cost of $165,000, called the action "the NEA's latest attack on freedom of expression." Martin's decisionostensibly calculated to keep his agency out of the spotlight while the Senate quietly confirmed Michael Hammond as the new chair of the endowmentbackfired seriously.
"The NEA has an institutional responsibility not to bring besmirchment to or blacken, if I may, their character by valuing work that can possibly bring criticism on them," says Pope.L, 46, in response to the decision. "But in limiting themselves, they encourage a particular way of looking at American culture, don't they?" This is the mild-mannered response of the artist playing Clark Kent, or as he likes to call himself, "the friendliest black artist in America"a tongue-in-cheek title aimed directly at those who still fear the presence of a black male in the halls of culture. Pope.L, a professor of theater and rhetoric at Bates College in Lewiston, Maine, and a graduate of the Whitney Independent Studies Program with an M.F.A. from Rutgers, chooses his seemingly off-the-cuff remarks carefully. He knows his presence can be read as threatening, but there's nothing he can do about thatexcept play along in ways that challenge our expectations of African American art.
Attention has come gradually to Pope.L, who has often worked just beyond the star-making machinery of the gallery system. One early work, "How Much Is That Nigger in the Window?," required the artist to stand on street corners or sit in performance spaces doused in mayonnaise. In another, "ATM Piece," he stood before a Chase Manhattan branch dressed only in a skirt made of $1 bills, which passersby were free to grab. In 1998, "My Niagra," his first installation in Harlem's the Project transformed the artist's body into a disturbing spectacle: splayed out on a rack, naked except for an orange ski cap and heavy yellow boots. "Eating The Wall Street Journal," performed most recently at Sculpture Center in 2000, skewers our reliance on the "bible of financial news," with Pope.L literally digesting the newspaper while sitting on a toilet mounted 10 feet in the air. These Fluxus-inspired performances combine influences as diverse as Joseph Beuys and Paul McCarthy with African bociorituals and Richard Pryor routines.
"In America, blackness is treated as very obdurate, one-dimensional, but I was influenced by thinkers like Frantz Fanona sense of black identity as something constructed and unstable," explains Pope.L. "In painting or sculpture, blackness is a pictureit is subject matterbut I knew if you disseminate it through different mediums, it could be looked at as more of an idea, like the way white artists are allowed to have ideas." One idea that continually intrigues Pope.L is the use of physical vulnerability to unmask the public face worn by African American menfrom the machismo of Puff Daddy to the respectability of Martin Luther King. "The preachers in my church were the first men I saw who made use of this," he says. "Ordinarily, they were dressed dapperhandkerchief in their pocket, shine on their shoes. But when it comes to Sunday, they're on their knees, crying and making a mess of themselves. And everyone knows that the way you rate the sermon is how much of a mess they made of themselves."
The last time Pope.L's work came under scrutiny was during the NEA reauthorization hearings in 1996. At that time, right-wingers criticized the agency for awarding three grants to Pope.Lin 1993, '94, and '95before Jesse Helms put an end to individual artist grants. They specifically pointed to one performance,"Member aka a Schlong Journey," in which the artist traipsed through Harlem wearing a 14-foot white cardboard phallic projection. "It is a piece about trying to own whiteness, male whiteness, through the phallus, and I wanted to do it in a black environment, where I became a spectacle and the site of questions," Pope.L says. In the Senate, "Schlong Journey" was used as evidence of the NEA's irresponsible support of "indecent" artworks.