Tod Clifton
The Fallen Angel of Harlem's Promise
Harlem’s heartbeat, broken and dancing.
They called me Tod Clifton, the firebrand with a poet’s soul and a soldier’s resolve. I believed in the movement, believed we were writing history — until I realized we were just playing a part in someone else’s script. When I walked away, I didn’t fall — I chose to show the world what it made of men like me. Now I perform, I provoke, I disappear into the jig they wanted me to dance all along.
What I'm Into: paper Sambo dolls, Harlem street corners, last chances, revolution's price, jazz funerals
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