Frank Marshall Davis
New details about a black poet in Hawaii who was a key early influence in Barack Obama’s life can be revealed by The Telegraph.
By Toby Harnden in Washington?Published: 12:19PM BST 22 Aug 2008
Barack Obama visited Mr Davis on several occasions to get his advice when he was grappling with racial issues Photo: AFP
Although identified only as Frank in Mr Obama’s memoir Dreams from My
Father, it has now been established that he was Frank Marshall Davis, a
radical activist and journalist who had been suspected of being a
member of the Communist Party in the 1950s.
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Mr Davis moved to Honolulu from Chicago in 1948 with his second wife
Helen Canfield, a white socialite, at the suggestion of his friend the
actor Paul Robeson, who advised them that there would be more tolerance
of a mixed race couple in Hawaii than on the American mainland.
A bohemian libertine who drank heavily and loved jazz, he became
friends with Stanley Dunham, Mr Obama’s maternal grandfather in the
1960s. Mr Davis died in 1987 at the age of 81, five years before Mr
Dunham.
“He knew Stan real well,” said Dawna Weatherly-Williams, a close friend
of Mr Davis “They’d play Scrabble and drink and crack jokes and crack
jokes and argue. Frank always won and he was always very braggadocio
about it too. It was all jocular. They didn’t get polluted drunk. And
Frank never really did drugs, though he and Stan would smoke pot
together.”
While his mother was in Indonesia during part of his teenage years, Mr
Obama lived with his white grandparents. Mrs Weatherly-Williams said
that the poet was first introduced to the future Democratic
presidential candidate in 1970 at the age of 10.
“Stan had been promising to bring Barry by because we all had that in
common - Frank’s kids were half-white, Stan’s grandson was half-black
and my son was half-black. We all had that in common and we all really
enjoyed it. We got a real kick out of reality.”
Maya Soetoro-Ng, Obama's half-sister, told the Associated Press
recently that her grandfather had seen Mr Davis was “a point of
connection, a bridge if you will, to the larger African-American
experience for my brother".
In his memoir, Mr Obama recounts how he visited Mr Davis on several
occasions, apparently at junctures when he was grappling with racial
issues, to seek his counsel. At one point in 1979 Mr Davis described
university as “an advanced degree in compromise” that was designed to
keep blacks in their place.
Mr Obama quoted him as saying: “Leaving your race at the door. Leaving
your people behind. Understand something, boy. You’re not going to
college to get educated. You’re going there to get trained.”
He added that “they’ll tank on your chain and let you know that you may
be a well-trained, well-paid nigger, but you’re a nigger just the same.”
It has also been established that Mr Davis, who divorced in 1970, was
the author of a hard-core pornographic autobiography published in San
Diego in 1968 by Greenleaf Classics under the pseudonym Bob Greene.
In a surviving portion of an autobiographical manuscript, Mr Davis
confirms that he was the author of Sex Rebel: Black after a reader had
noticed the “similarities in style and phraseology” between the
pornographic work and his poetry.
“I could not then truthfully deny that this book, which came out in
1968 as a Greenleaf Classic, was mine.” In the introduction to Sex
Rebel, Mr Davis (writing as Greene) explains that although he has
“changed names and identities…all incidents I have described have been
taken from actual experiences”.
He stated that “under certain circumstances I am bisexual” and that he
was “ a voyeur and an exhibitionist” who was “occasionally mildly
interested in sado-masochism”, adding: “I have often wished I had two
penises to enjoy simultaneously the double – but different – sensations
of oral and genital copulation.”
The book, which closely tracks Mr Davis’s life in Chicago and Hawaii
and the fact that his first wife was black and his second white,
describes in lurid detail a series of shockingly sordid sexual
encounters, often involving group sex.
One chapter concerns the seduction by Mr Davis and his first wife of a
13-year-old girl called Anne. Mr Davis wrote that it was the girl who
had suggested he had sex with her. “I’m not one to go in for Lolitas.
Usually I’d rather not bed a babe under 20.
“But there are exceptions. I didn’t want to disappoint the trusting
child. At her still-impressionistic age, a rejection might be
traumatic, could even cripple her sexually for life.”
He then described how he and his wife would have sex with the girl.
“Anne came up many times the next several weeks, her aunt thinking she
was in good hands. Actually she was.
“She obtained a course in practical sex from experienced and
considerate practitioners rather than from ignorant insensitive
neophytes….I think we did her a favour, although the pleasure was
mutual.”
On other occasions, Mr Davis would cruise in Hawaii parks looking for
couples or female tourists to have sex with. He derived sexual
gratification from bondage, simulated rape and being flogged and
urinated on.
He boasted that “the number of white babes interested in at least one
meeting with a Negro male has been far more than I can handle” and
wished “America were as civilised as, say, Scandinavia”. He concluded:
“I regret none of my experiences or unusual appetites; for me they are
normal.”
According to Mrs Weatherly-Williams, Mr Davis lost touch with Mr Dunham
some time in the 1980s. John Edgar Tidwell, who wrote the introduction
to Davis's memoir and edited a collection of his work, said that there
was no mention of Mr Dunham or Mr Obama in any of Mr Davis’s papers.