News Flash: Jimi H is Black
I never knew that Jimi Hendrix was black.
I moved to the U.S. in 1988. When I saw a poster of him on a college dorm wall, I was stunned. I read the puffy yellow letters under the image of a wild-haired man holding a guitar that told me who he was.
“Jimi Hendrix is black?!” It was a rhetorical question I suppose.
It wasn’t so much that he was black or blue or purple. It was that I had never thought about him one way or the other. He existed in my mind as his music. He existed as sound, not skin. “Of course Jimi Hendrix is black,” I was told. “How could you not know that? Listen to his voice. He has a black voice.”
I listen closely sometimes. Even now in my 40s, I listen to him on NPR during today's feature segment. I strain my ears, listening for signs of black-ness. I hear his jamming wild guitar sound, his raging power in the form of an uncontained beat. After two and a half decades in the U.S., I now know more of his story, not simply his music.
And as I listen today, as I drive along the Seattle streets of his hometown, I laugh, and remember, “Hey! Jimi Hendrix is black! Who knew!”
Because most of all I like to remember the 18-year-old girl who didn’t know he was any color at all but purple haze.
Sarah Stoner is an American-born writer who was raised in Uganda, Morocco, Belgium, and Thailand. She lived in the U.S. for the first time at age 18. Her descriptive nonfiction has appeared in a variety of local magazines and national journals as well as the anthology The Chalk Circle: Intercultural Prizewinning Essay. She blogs about now being global-minus-the-mobile at www.sarahjstoner.com/theSTILLglobal.