Thelonious Monk: The Life and Times of an American Original
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Thelonious Monk is the critically acclaimed, gripping saga of an artist’s struggle to “make it” without compromising his musical vision. It is a story that, like its subject, reflects the tidal ebbs and flows of American history in the twentieth century.
To his fans, he was the ultimate hipster; to his detractors, he was temperamental, eccentric, taciturn, or childlike. His angular melodies and dissonant harmonies shook the jazz world to its foundations, ushering in the birth of “bebop” and establishing Monk as one of America’s greatest composers.
Elegantly written and rich with humor and pathos, Thelonious Monk is the definitive work on modern jazz’s most original composer.
Robin D. G. Kelley
Robin D. G. Kelley is the Gary B. Nash Professor of U.S. History at UCLA.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Thelonious Monk was a trendsetter, musical genius and a committed family man, but not particularly controversial. There's so much mystique surrounding the guy that I guess I expected more weirdness. This one I DNF'd half-way through.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5One of the best music biographies I've ever read. Mr. Kelley broke open the mystery of the best jazz pianist in history (in my opinion) and told it in such an entertaining way. The attention to detail and the respect he shows for Monk is exquisite. Every music fan should read this book.
- Rating: 1 out of 5 stars1/5medication was'nt readly available back then especially for a black ex-con (monk served time for reefer found outside the car) and was cared for by his mother and sister not strangers like visiting nurses aids.He certainly was eccentric or weird depending on his bank account.It cost money to be called eccentric.He did his own thing and its a toss up was he a genius or a nut.Right in the middle of a song he'd change tempo throwing the group off.The guy is a jazz icon most did'nt think he'd last.His family sacrificed to keep him out of the bug house till he became to much.I still have'nt figured him out.Thank God there are many books out about his life
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I found this book to be a well researched and well rounded picture of Thelonious Monk. Given his struggles with his own mental state and with the jazz critics, it's amazing that he persevered as long as he did and created such spectacular original music. I wish there was a more complete picture of the emotional nature of his upbringing to better understand the sources of his troubles but I'm assuming that's well hidden. I have always loved his music and this look at the man gives me even greater respect for him. As others have mentioned, the book would probably be tedious without a familiarity with jazz movements and musicians.
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5Reads like a doctoral dissertation. Comprehensive, but languid and heavy prose.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5Extremely thorough and comprehensive, at times painfully so. I love Monk but struggled through details of every member of every band during every month of his adult life. Nonetheless and sometimes in spite of itself, painted a rich and atmospheric picture of life as a jazz musician in NYC and gave me a good sense of who Monk was. I keep toggling between 2 and 3 stars.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Top five biography I've ever read, quite possibly the best. A comprehensive, meticulous, myth-busting piece of scholarship. Kelley lauds Monk's genius, but doesn't shy away from the difficult Monk; instead he truly humanizes the character that has been painted through the years by not only writers and reviewers but by Monk's own record companies and PR people and Monk himself through his schtick. Just fantastic.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Meticulously researched, this was as close up as I imagine I could ever come to Monk through words, and understand what it was like to work with him, to learn from him and to face the frustrations he afforded! Excellent, excellent tribute.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5A Great Read! Lots of interesting facts about his life.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Monk's one of my favorite jazz pianists, and I knew he was eccentric. I didn't, though, know just how screwed up he was. Nor did I understand how much he (and his caretakers!) struggled over the years for the recognition he felt he deserved and how, once he got it, it turned out not to be what he needed. Kelley's biography of Monk? Pretty good. I suspect that having an appreciation for jazz of the 40's through the 60's makes this a better book, though. Without the musical context, the names and concerts and songs won't be nearly as interesting. I do wish that Kelley had discussed the relationship between Monk's mental condition and his music - I have to believe that some of his musical ideas grew from his unique view of the world. But then we'd be well out of the realm of biography and deep into psychology.
- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5I wish I'd never read this book. I now don't like Thelonious Monk, who comes across in these pages as a self-centered snot whose mental illness could and should have been medicated to ameliorate its nasty effects on those around him; and I flat don't like the selfishness and effrontery of the man.His music is great. I will do my damnedest to forget the rest.I spent 451pp hoping that soon I'd get past the building distaste for the man whose talent I'd revered for decades. Sadly, it never happened. I think Robin Kelley got Stockholm Syndrome and fell into the world of Monk so completely that he became an apologist instead of a biographer and the book became a hagiography. Kelley's serviceable prose rises to a sort of two-dimensional poesie when rhapsodizing about Monk's music, but it's never better than average.Not recommended. Not at all. Want to know about Monk? Listen to "Ruby, My Dear." It'll teach you what you *really* need to know.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Reviewed by Mr. Overeem (Language Arts)Finally: modern jazz's most mysterious genius demystified--somewhat--in a biography fans have waited nearly thirty years to read. Kelley brings a musician's mind and ear and meticulous research skills to a very important task: illustrating that, rather than being a primitive, instinctive mad man (a misunderstanding that carries racist overtones), Monk was master musician and technician, with such a capacious theoretical mind that even his most accomplished peers (like Sonny Rollins and John Coltrane) had difficulty getting their minds and horns around his conceptions. The reader may occasionally get swamped in detail, but he will also emerge with a rewarding shopping list of essential American recordings.
- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5This is a thoroughly research account of the life of the jazz pianist. It is full of footnoted citations. It accounts for his life in light of the times he was living in. I find it very interesting and well written.I had to return the book to the library after getting to only page 84, but I plaaced another hold on it, so I will continue the book soon.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Thelonious Monk (1917-1982) rose from a humble beginning as the son of day laborers in Rocky Mount, North Carolina to become one of the legendary—though misunderstood and underappreciated—composers and musicians of modern jazz. The subtitle of this masterful biography claims that Monk is an "American Original", which has been applied to countless other public figures. In this case, however, the author is absolutely correct; "The High Priest of Bebop" was unlike anyone else, in or outside of the world of jazz.Robin Kelley, a professor of History and American Studies at USC, spent 14 years researching and writing this biography, which includes 100 pages of footnotes from hundreds of colleagues and members of Monk's family. Although the book has an extensive amount of detail, this reader did not get bogged down in it, as Kelley did a masterful job in portraying Monk's complicated and tormented life. Thelonious, whose name represents the Latinized spelling of St. Tillo, a former slave who became a renowned 7th century Benedictine monk in France, was named after his father, who bestowed his love for music to his son, along with his mother Barbara, who took her children to New York City to escape the crushing poverty of the Jim Crow South. Thelonious Sr. was plagued by mental illness throughout his adult life; his son also suffered from what was ultimately diagnosed as bipolar, or manic depressive, disorder. However, this diagnosis did not come until late in his life, and he was institutionalized and jailed multiple times when he was in the throes of a manic episode, and received medical treatments that exacerbated his symptoms. His illness contributed to his reputation as being weird and unpredictable, but it may have also led to his creative genius, as his compositions were innovative and complex. His music was widely misunderstood, as many of the leading jazz artists had a difficult time playing alongside him, and critics often described his music as primitive and abstract. However, he had extensive musical training, considering the limitations he faced as a poor black male in mid-20th century America, as he received piano lessons from noted jazz and classical teachers, and played piano in his mother's church and for a traveling evangelist as an adolescent. He initially performed in jazz clubs, most notably Minton’s Playhouse in Harlem, but he was barely able to make ends meet despite his growing popularity. Monk, like many jazz musicians of that time, was plagued by unscrupulous club owners who paid him poorly, fellow musicians who claimed his music as their own and stole royalties from him, and record producers who did not utilize his talents fully and underpaid him routinely. His break finally came during an extended gig at the Five Spot Café in the East Village in 1957, with a group that featured John Coltrane on tenor saxophone. He achieved a moderate amount of success over the next few years, with sold out concerts in the US, Europe and Japan, although he was paid far less than Dizzy Gillespie, Miles Davis or other notable jazz artists. The music scene changed in the mid-1960s, due to the influence of rock music, and his stature and popularity waned as he refused to adopt to the new trends and as his illness prevented him from writing new material. His last years were spent in seclusion, with the aid of Baroness Pannonica de Koenigswarter, known to her friends as Nica, an artist, jazz aficionado and estranged member of a wealthy Austrian family, who befriended and supported Monk throughout much of his adult life.However, the true stars of this amazing biography are Monk’s mother Barbara and his wife Nellie; without these strong and determined women, Thelonious would probably have never been heard outside of Harlem. Barbara Monk allowed her son to set his own path, and supported him financially in his early years. Nellie was everything to her husband: devoted wife and mother to their two talented children, personal assistant, manager, cheerleader, and caretaker, despite her own poor health. He recognized her love for him, and he stayed true to her throughout his life. The book is richly infused with the essential nature of their relationship, and the love that Monk had for his children and dear friends.This is one of the best biographies I have read, and it will stand as the definitive story of the incredible life of Thelonious Monk. Kelley’s labor of love cuts through the myths and mistruths of this complicated man, and Monk is effectively portrayed as both a larger than life public figure and as a sensitive, loving and troubled human being.
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Praise for Thelonious Monk
Extraordinary and heroically detailed . . . I doubt there will be a biography anytime soon that is as textured, thorough and knowing as Kelley’s. The ‘genius of modern music’ has gotten the passionate, and compassionate, advocate he deserves.
—August Kleinzahler, The New York Times
"A massive and impressive undertaking . . . Thoroughly researched, meticulously footnoted, and beautifully crafted, Thelonious Monk presents the most complete, most revealing portrait ever assembled of the man known as the high priest of bebop."
—Steve Greenlee, The Boston Globe
Every step of Monk’s musical journey is teased out in meticulous detail . . . whether he’s charting the highs or lows of Monk’s emotional swings, Kelley rarely strays from his central theme of an extraordinary talent pushing against the boundaries of his art.
—Publishers Weekly
A wealth of historical context is richly studded with details of Monk’s family background and the broader world in which he lived and worked . . . Likely the most thorough possible illumination of the man behind the legend.
—Library Journal
An omnibus of myth busting.
—Ben Ratliff, The New York Times
Thelonious Monk was a true original . . . This affectionate biography fills in the fascinating and heart-wrenching backstory of an artist the world has always longed to know better.
—The Christian Science Monitor
Robin D. G. Kelley’s exhaustive, necessary, and as of now definitive [book] offers a Baedeker of sorts . . . Kelley has created a lush portrait of the private, off-camera Monk, one it would have been difficult to paint without the unprecedented access he had to the Monk family.
—David Yaffe, The Nation
This is an authoritative tome that pulls aside, without completely lifting, the shroud of mystery that has long surrounded one of the most enigmatic figures in the history of jazz.
—Russ Musto, AllAboutJazz.com
As complete a picture of this complex, original and enigmatic artist as possible . . . this very welcome book is certain to be a go-to reference.
—Down Beat
A seminal examination of the man and his music.
—The Bay State Banner
Kelley hopes to balance Monk’s brilliance and historic achievements with his quirks and serious problems (bipolar disorder) to take the true measure of the man. Dedicated readers of jazz history and students of Cold War and Civil Rights Era culture won’t be disappointed.
—New Haven Advocate
"Robin Kelley’s new biography Thelonious Monk: The Life and Times of an American Original is a breath of fresh air among the biographies of our legendary jazz musicians. This book is thorough, detailed, and written with a true affinity for Monk’s humaneness and creative musical output. It fills in the missing pieces about the growth of the jazz scene in New York through the forties, fifties, and sixties, detailing each step of Monk’s development—who passed through his bands, what gigs he played, and what happened on those scenes. It’s an invaluable and close look at the center of the world’s most important creative musical developments in those decades: New York City."
—Chick Corea
"Thelonious Monk: The Life and Times of an American Original is one of the most anticipated books in jazz scholarship, and well worth the wait. Robin D. G. Kelley represents one of this generation’s most important voices equipped with the knowledge, passion, and respect for both jazz and jazz musicians required to interpret the many details and nuances of Thelonious Monk’s life. This compelling book will both challenge old assumptions and inspire new assessments of the life and legacy one of the world’s greatest musicians."
—Geri Allen, pianist, composer, and Associate Professor of Jazz & Contemporary Improvisation, University of Michigan
Powerful, enraging, and enduring . . . In Robin Kelley’s finely grained and surely definitive life-and-times study, Thelonious Monk, an American original, has found an original biographer.
—David Levering Lewis, biographer of W. E. B. Du Bois and Pulitzer Prize winner
"An honest and eloquent treatment of one of our most important artists, Thelonious Monk: The Life and Times of an American Original is a stunning tour de force! It is the most comprehensive treatment of Monk’s life to date. Furthermore, in Monk’s story, Kelley has found the perfect medium to shed light on a nation’s, and a people’s, history and persistent quest for freedom. In so doing he has given us a book that is as bold, brilliant, and beautiful as Monk and his music."
—Farah Jasmine Griffin, author of If You Can’t Be Free, Be a Mystery: In Search of Billie Holiday
CONTENTS
Preface
Prelude
1 My Mother Didn’t Want Me to Grow Up in North Carolina
2 What Is Jazz? New York, Man!
3 I Always Did Want to Play Piano
4 We Played and She Healed
5 Why Can’t You Play Music Like the Ink Spots?
6 They Weren’t Giving Any Lectures
7 Since You Went Away I Missed You
8 I’m Trying to See If It’s a Hit
9 Dizzy and Bird Did Nothing for Me Musically
10 The George Washington of Bebop
11 It’s a Drag to Be in Jail
12 The ‘Un’ Years
13 France Libre!
14 Sometimes I Play Things I Never Heard Myself
15 The Greta Garbo of Jazz
16 As Long as I Can Make a Living
17 People Have Tried to Put Me Off as Being Crazy
18 My Time for Fame Will Come
19 The Police Just Mess with You . . . for Nothing
20 Make Sure Them Tempos Are Right
21 Hell, I Did That Twenty-Five Years Ago
22 Bebopens Oversteprast
23 Maybe I’m a Major Influence
24 Everything Begins Here and Everything Ends Here
25 That’s a Drag Picture They’re Paintin’ of Me
26 Sometimes I Don’t Feel Like Talking
27 Let Someone Else Create Something New!
28 What Do I Have to Do? Play Myself to Death?
29 I Am Very Seriously Ill
Postlude
Afterword
Photographs
Acknowledgments
Appendix A: A Technical Note on Monk’s Music
Appendix B: Records and Tapes in Thelonious Monk’s Personal Collection
Original Compositions by Thelonious Monk
Selected Recordings by Thelonious Monk
Selected Documentaries and Videos of Thelonious Monk
About the Author
Notes
Index
IN MEMORY OF NELLIE MONK
AND ALL THE OTHER FOLKS WHO INSPIRED AND HELPED ME WITH THIS BOOK BUT JOINED THE ANCESTORS BEFORE THEY COULD SEE THE FRUITS OF OUR LABORS, ESPECIALLY . . .
MARC CRAWFORD
TED JOANS
SEKOU SUNDIATA
STEVE LACY
PROPHET JENNINGS
KOFI GHANABA
WALTER BOOKER
LEM MARTINEZ-CARROLL
FRANKLIN ROSEMONT
IRA WINSLOW HAMILTON
ALBERTA WEBB SAUNDERS
AND MY GRANDMOTHER,
CARMEN CHAMBERS
Monk: It’s the High Priest of Bebop talking.
Nellie: (Laughing) Oh, God!
Monk: The one and only Thelonious Monk. The greatest pianist in the world.
Nellie: Who’d you say you were?
Monk: The High Priest of Bebop.
Nellie: And?
Monk: The one and only great musician.
Nellie: And?
Monk: The greatest musician who ever lived.
Nellie: And?
Monk: Huh? How much other shit you want me to be?
Nellie: I don’t know, darling, anything you want to be.
Private recording, circa 1961
PREFACE
I know my music can help bring people together, and that’s what is important. I think that jazz is the thing that has contributed the most to the idea that one day the word ‘friendship’ may really mean something in the United States.
Although Thelonious Monk spoke these words nearly half a century ago, the depth of his insight became even clearer to me after I published this book. Within weeks of its appearance, Thelonious Monk: The Life and Times of an American Original elicited hundreds of emails, letters, phone calls, and even visits from various readers expressing their profound gratitude for shedding light on an artist so shrouded in mystery. While some wrote to raise objections and offer corrections, the vast majority of correspondents and interlocutors shared their personal stories of seeing or hearing Monk for the first time, each one conveying how this seemingly impenetrable pianist changed their lives. Suddenly I was swept into a vast, intimate network of friends
that crossed national borders, oceans, color, and language barriers, all connected through songs like Well, You Needn’t,
Brilliant Corners,
and Criss Cross.
Monk, indeed, brought us together; as he predicted, his music has become the connective tissue for an ever-expanding, global friendship.
Through this unique friendship, I’ve learned even more about Monk and the world he inhabited, enabling me to make the paperback edition of Thelonious Monk a better book. Thanks to critical readers such as T. J. Anderson, Valerie Wilmer, Willard Jenkins, Larry Reni Thomas, James Liska, Todd Selbert, C. J. Hazevoet, James Leary, Marshall Zucker, Rob Gibson, Stanley Crouch, Mark Miller, Lewis Porter, Patrick Gaffey, Evan Goldfine, Irving Goldworm, Dave Barber, Richard Cutler, and Mose Allison, to name a few, I’ve been able to correct a few errors and incorporate new information in this edition. Old friends as well as Monk lovers I’ve never met generously shared original letters, concert programs, and ticket stubs, and archivist Rob Gibson offered up rare documents that filled in crucial gaps and helped me revise the story of Monk’s 1964 booking at Carnegie Hall. While the corrections, adjustments, and revisions have not changed my interpretation of Monk’s life and work, they have improved the book immensely. More important, the collective project of telling Monk’s story has broadened in unexpected ways, revealing an expansive community deeply committed to the artistry of Thelonious Monk and this wonderful global music we now call jazz.
The circle continues to be enriched by so many extraordinary musicians who continue to tirelessly champion this book, especially Geri Allen, Randy Weston, Bill Douglass, Chick Corea, Larry Williams, and Eric Reed, whose new CD, Dancin’ Monk, beautifully captures the spirit of this American Original.
The memories people shared confirm what my book demonstrates: Thelonious Sphere Monk was a complicated, intelligent human being who could be warm and generous at times and incredibly difficult. Those who knew him said they not only recognized the real
Thelonious in these pages but also acknowledged the central role family played in his life. And yet, I’ve also had several exchanges with people who, after learning I’d written a book on Monk, proceeded to recount incidents of bizarre and outrageous behavior, invariably concluding with that was Monk.
Such stories are rarely firsthand accounts; indeed, in the telling they often take on the structure of a joke: Did you hear the one when Monk . . .
These legendary episodes—some of which I allude to in the book—are often apocryphal. Unfortunately, their pervasiveness has led some readers and a few critics to misinterpret my efforts to peel back the legends in order to reveal the truth. Contrary to some critics’ assertions, the book does not dismiss or ignore Monk’s unusual behavior, nor does it avoid the toxic territory of drug and alcohol abuse. Rather, I put Monk’s eccentricities
in context, suggesting that some behaviors were deliberate—a facade meant to protect his privacy, part of his stagecraft, an expression of humor, or an act of resistance to what he perceived to be exploitative club owners or promoters. In some instances, his behavior was a sign of mental illness, or he might have been inebriated or dealing with an emotional crisis. The point is that each case needs to be understood situationally, not as some general condition or attitude. For me, the more interesting revelation was just how hard he worked: throughout his forty-year career he made most of his gigs, and when it was time to play, he delivered incredibly focused and inventive music. But gigs without incident don’t usually make for good Monklore.
In fact, a few readers complained of being overwhelmed by Monk’s exhausting schedule. But then again, Monk himself was often overwhelmed, which is precisely the point. I wanted nonmusicians to understand what every jazz musician knows: that making it in this business is incredibly hard work. Knowing the dizzying number of gigs he played, experiencing the financial stresses and strains, witnessing the daily emotional ups and downs helps explain those moments when exhaustion and fatigue kept him off the bandstand and, occasionally, drove him to the hospital.
Yet, as exhausting as Monk’s story may seem at times, it is also thrilling and tragic, funny and beautiful. Just like his music, his life cannot be skimmed or rushed through. As Monk himself once told his sidemen during a rehearsal, Everybody don’t have to be showing how fast they can read. . . . Take one bar.
One bar, indeed. When listening to Monk, every note counts; every moment is electric. He made music and lived a life that resists neat sound bytes or samples, and thus sits uncomfortably in a contemporary culture built for speed and distillation. So if you’re coming to this book for the first time, or discovering Monk’s music, I urge you to slow down. Listen. Reflect. Savor every sound and every word. If you are willing to follow his path from the opening bar to the final cadence, I can assure you that patience will be rewarded.
PRELUDE
I have a choice here between writing about Monk as he is, or as he seems to be, and is generally thought to be. There isn’t any great difficulty about it, because both sides are fertile ground; the stories merely differ in plausibility.
Critic Paul Bacon, 19491
Benetta Smith—known affectionately as Teeny
—loved to visit her Aunt Nellie and Uncle Thelonious. For a kid growing up in the late ’50s and early ’60s, the Monks’ tiny ground-floor apartment at 243 West 63rd Street, must have seemed almost carnivalesque. Uncle Thelonious sat at the piano turning Christmas carols into Monk originals, or holding forth with a string of friendly put-downs or challenging questions about the ways of the world. Aunt Nellie chatted away, sometimes entertaining the kids with wild and wonderful stories, sometimes cursing booking agents, managers, and anyone else who took advantage of her dear husband, sometimes gently scolding one of her nieces not to bang
on the piano. Their two children, Toot
(Thelonious, Jr.) and Boo Boo
(Barbara), added to the drama and the fun; they were full of energy, and their parents encouraged them to express themselves freely. The apartment and the neighborhood became a playground for Teeny’s six siblings, as well as her cousins and their family friends. Uncle Baby,
Thelonious’s younger brother Thomas, lived a couple of doors down, so his four children were always in the mix.
Like all his nieces and nephews, Teeny treated her uncle as an uncle—not as some eccentric genius or celebrity. During one of her many visits in 1959 or ’60, when she was about twelve years old, Teeny noticed a book of compositions by Chopin perched on her uncle’s rented Steinway baby grand piano. Monk’s piano was notorious for its clutter. It occupied a significant portion of the kitchen and extended into the front room. The lid remained closed, since it doubled as a temporary storage space for music, miscellaneous papers, magazines, folded laundry, dishes, and any number of stray kitchen items.
Teeny thumbed through the pages of the Chopin book, then turned to her uncle and asked, What are you doing with that on the piano? I thought you couldn’t read music? You can read that?
The challenge was on. In response, Monk sat down at the piano, turned to a very difficult piece, and started playing it at breakneck speed.
His hands were a blur,
she recalled decades later. Then after he was through, he jumped up from the piano and just started grinning. So then I said, ‘You didn’t play that right.’
Whaaaa? What are you talking about? I played it ten times faster than anyone could!
Teeny sassed back, It is supposed to be played adagio and you played it allegro.
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Monk loved that kind of one-upmanship, the playful banter, challenges from those who weren’t afraid to engage him. And he was proud of his family, including Teeny’s burgeoning knowledge of music.
For well over half a century, the press and the critics have portrayed Monk as eccentric,
mad,
childlike,
brooding,
naïve,
intuitive,
primitive,
even taciturn.
As Nat Hentoff, one of the few critics who got to know Monk, observed: Monk . . . became a stock cartoon figure for writers of Sunday-supplement pieces about the exotica of jazz. Pictures of Monk in dark glasses and goatee would usually be captioned ‘Mad Monk’ or ‘The High Priest of Bop.’ Exaggerated stories of his personal life were the ‘substance’ of the articles. There was no attempt to discuss the nature or seriousness of his musical intentions.
3 Journalist Lewis Lapham’s sympathetic portrait of Monk for the Saturday Evening Post is typical of much of the writing about Monk. He described Thelonious as an emotional and intuitive man, possessing a child’s vision of the world, Monk talks, sleeps, eats, laughs, walks or dances as the spirit moves him.
4 He was said to be uncommunicative, and music was the only way he could communicate. He supposedly lived in his own little world, exiled from reality, and had no interest in anything except his music and himself. The only music that interested him was his own, or the pop tunes and old standards that he transformed into his own idiom.
Even his fans and defenders made authoritative statements about Monk’s lack of interest and/or knowledge of other musical genres—especially classical music. In what was intended to be a genuine compliment, French critic André Hodeir insisted that this true jazzman
had no interest in serious music.
He assured his readers that no twelve-tone sirens have lured Monk away from jazz. He probably doesn’t even know that such music exists. I can safely say that the gradual development of his language has been the result of intuition and intuition alone.
5 Pianist, critic, and educator John Mehegan said much the same thing in a 1963 essay. The entire body of resources of Western man,
he mused, relating to the playing of the piano, which dates back to the sixteenth century, remains unknown to Thelonious Sphere Monk for the simple reason that Monk is not Western man. He is a Black man.
6 Even fellow jazz pianist Bill Evans famously stated that Monk’s unique and astoundingly pure music
can be explained by his lack of exposure to the Western classical music tradition or, for that matter, comprehensive exposure to any music other than jazz and American popular music.
7 Quincy Jones extended the myth of pure genius to Monk’s entire interaction with the world, as if he were a sealed fermentation vat: He is not familiar with many classical works, or with much life outside himself, and I think because of this he did not create on a contrived or inhibited basis.
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The myth is as attractive as it is absurd. The truth is, Thelonious Monk possessed an impressive knowledge of, and appreciation for, Western classical music, not to mention an encyclopedic knowledge of hymns and gospel music, American popular songs, and a variety of obscure art songs that defy easy categorization. For him, it was all music. Once in 1966, a phalanx of reporters in Helsinki pressed Monk about his thoughts on classical music and whether or not jazz and classical can come together. His drummer, Ben Riley, watched the conversation unfold: Everyone wanted him to answer, give some type of definition between classical music and jazz . . . So he says, ‘Two is one,’ and that stopped the whole room. No one else said anything else.
9 Two is one, indeed. Monk loved Frédéric Chopin, Sergei Rachmaninoff, Beethoven, and Bach, and like many of his peers of the bebop generation, he took an interest in Igor Stravinsky. And his life was no more monastic than any other urban jazzman’s. Indeed, it was far more colorful and interesting than a true monk’s. The myths surrounding Monk have gotten in the way of the truth, and the truth about his life and music is fascinating and complicated—and no less original or creative than the myth.
Monk wasn’t born with some kind of natural musical knowledge and ability, nor was he entirely self-taught (though he did have perfect pitch). He received a formidable music education and worked very hard to achieve his distinctive sound. Nor did he withdraw into an isolated musical meditation, away from the world. It took a village to raise Monk: a village populated by formal music teachers, local musicians from the San Juan Hill neighborhood of New York in which he grew up; an itinerant preacher, a range of friends and collaborators who helped facilitate his own musical studies and exploration; and a very large, extended family willing to pitch in and sacrifice a great deal so that Thelonious could pursue a life of uncompromising creativity. He drew inspiration, ideas, and lessons from family members, daily experience, joys and hardships, and the city itself—its sounds, its colors, its drama. Hence this book is not just about him, or his music; rather, it is an intimate story about the folks who shaped him—his hardworking and devoted mother, Barbara, his wife, Nellie, and her entire family, their children, his brother and sister and their kids, his musical kith and kin, his patron saint and friend the Baroness Nica de Koenigswarter, his childhood friends and first crushes, the people of the local community center, his ancestors and the legacy they bestowed upon him; not to mention the agents, managers, producers, critics, judges, cops, attorneys, and others whose actions and decisions directly affected Monk’s livelihood.
Thelonious Monk was very much of the world, at least until mental and physical illness finally caused him to withdraw, making his world seem much smaller, self-contained, and at times impenetrable. For most of his life he remained engaged and fascinated with his surroundings. Politics, art, commerce, nature, architecture, history were not beyond his ken, and Monk was the kind of man who loved a good debate, despite stories of his inability to communicate. Fortunately, many of his close friends and family members have been willing to share their stories, most of which have never been told before in print. They reveal a startlingly different Thelonious Monk—witty, incredibly generous, intensely family-oriented, curious, critical, and brutally honest. In addition, Monk himself was frequently captured on tape telling stories, debating, or just shooting the breeze. The tapes were made by his friend and supporter the Baroness Nica de Koenigswarter, the photographer W. Eugene Smith (at whose loft Monk’s big band often rehearsed), or by his wife, Nellie. Such tapes are a biographer’s dream, for they capture impromptu conversations and ideas unmediated by interviewers or media outlets.
One of those recordings, made by W. Eugene Smith during a big-band rehearsal in June of 1964, caught Monk in a funny conversation about the power of porpoises. Overhearing soprano saxophonist Steve Lacy talk about his friend, trombonist Roswell Rudd, getting a job at the Library of Congress working for Alan Lomax organizing recorded music from around the world, Monk’s ears perked up. Monk pressed Lacy for details, and Lacy in turn explained to Monk that he was listening to Eskimo music . . . the wildest African shit you’ve ever heard, Chinese music . . . even the music of porpoises.
Monk then explained to the room, They say if you can ever make a tape of a porpoise and play it back, down slow enough, it’s the same as the human voice. They are so close to the human species. Because they have the same box here [pointing to his throat].
After explaining that they communicate at very high frequencies, Monk performs a pretty convincing imitation of a porpoise cry. He then launches into a lecture about how man might benefit from harnessing the porpoise’s ability to sense everything around them: You know, it’s an amazing thing to study the porpoises. With the study of the porpoise, they going to find out possibilities of completely obliterating a blind man’s stick. Walk down the fucking street blind as a bat, and naked. They’ll put a little sonar thing in his ear or something that is able to tell when you’re getting up to anything, the kind of object, the texture of the object, whether it’s a building or a person . . . it could tell that it’s either a hard surface or cloth. Because they’ve checked out porpoises and they can’t figure out, they hadn’t been able to figure out why a porpoise can swim in dark, murky waters, so you can’t see nothing at all, and they won’t hit a motherfucking thing.
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Other tapes are more intimate, like the tapes Nellie made of Monk rehearsing at home. These tapes reveal Monk’s deep and abiding love of this music, Mrs. Monk’s delight in listening to her husband, and the joy they both derived from each other’s company. Between and during songs, the recorder captures snippets of a love affair. Sometimes they joked with one another, or simply conversed about how to work the tape recorder; other times Nellie sang along in unison with the piano. Monk had evident trust in her knowledge and opinions about music as well as in her ability to run the tape machine, even when she was just learning how to work it. These tapes are windows into more than Monk’s music. They reveal Monk as both a comic and a romantic—he had a tremendous sense of humor, and he deeply loved old songs. At the end of a tender rendition of Tea for Two,
he turned to Nellie and asked, with even greater tenderness, Were you recording that?
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The critics who interviewed him backstage or observed him dancing across the bandstand missed these sides of Monk. Like most people, he was not one to unveil himself to strangers. Sometimes Monk’s eccentric public behavior was a way of salvaging whatever private life he had left. As he once told the writer Frank London Brown, You know people have tried to put me off as being crazy. Sometimes it’s to your advantage for people to think you’re crazy.
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He got a kick out of fooling people, particularly those whom he thought were too lazy or afraid to think for themselves. One of his favorite pranks was to stare intensely at a spot on the ceiling or in the sky, either in a crowded room or on a street corner. Invariably, several people would look up with him, searching for whatever elusive object apparently fascinated him. It was an experiment in mass psychology that brought him great amusement.
But not all of Monk’s bizarre actions were artifice. Thelonious suffered from bipolar disorder, the signs of which are evident as early as the 1940s. But by the early 1960s, just as he began to earn the fame and recognition that had eluded him for the first two decades of his career, various mental and physical ailments began to take an even greater toll, exacerbated by poor medical treatment, an unhealthy lifestyle, the daily stresses of a working jazz musician, and an unending financial and creative battle with the music industry. Some writers romanticize manic depression and/or schizophrenia as characteristics of creative genius, but the story of Monk’s physical and mental ailments is essentially a tragedy, a story of his slow decline and the pain it caused to those closest to him. Its manifestations were episodic, so he continued to function and make incredible music up until the day of his retirement in 1976. During these nearly twenty years, his ability to lead a band and to dig out fresh interpretations of compositions he had been playing for decades, in spite of his illness and a protracted struggle with the industry, was astonishing.
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Three decades ago, when I was young, messing around with piano and studying bass slightly more seriously, my new stepfather, Paul, a professional tenor sax player, had me listen to Monk and Johnny Griffin perform Evidence.
Soon I memorized everyone’s solo on that record, including Roy Haynes’s unaccompanied snare drum rolls, which is impossible to approximate verbally without spraying spittle on anyone standing within five feet of my mouth. I became completely obsessed with Monk’s sound, his clang-clang sound of surprise, rich with deafening silences, dissonances, and harmonic ambiguities. It was that ice cream truck sound: Monk the good humor man. I worked on that sound on piano, from Monk’s blues and intricate and lovely ballads to his up-tempo numbers, which nearly put me in the hospital. His sound seemed beyond my grasp, beyond my comprehension. I played more notes; I played fewer notes; I changed the chord voicings; I played in front of the beat, I danced around the beat, and finally gave up and retreated to rubato. I listened and listened some more. I even summoned him from the ancestors to help . . . and he came to me, in a dream. Decked out in divine alligator shoes, a dark green silk suit, yellow tie, bamboo sunglasses, and a cold straw hat, he snuck up behind me as I sat hunched over my stepfather’s Steinway upright, looked over my shoulder, and simply mumbled, You’re making the wrong mistakes.
Here, more humbly, is an attempt to evoke his world in words, not music. Monk consistently and boldly spoke the truth, no matter whose feelings were hurt. One of his favorite mantras was Always Know,
adding that the word Know
was Monk spelled backward with the W
inverted. He often illustrated the point with a huge custom-made ring that had MONK
emblazoned across the top in diamonds, turning it upside down in case you didn’t get it. Always Know!
All Ways Know!
This book is my attempt to Know
Monk, the man behind the mystique.
1
My Mother Didn’t Want Me to Grow Up in North Carolina
(Slavery, Freedom, Birth, Exodus)
Thelonious Monk had much to celebrate on October 10, 1957. It was his fortieth birthday, and after more than two decades of scuffling his career was on an upswing. He had a regular engagement at the Five Spot Café in New York City—his first steady gig in several years. When he opened there three months earlier, Monk had just begun to emerge from relative obscurity. Now he was the jazz world’s hottest ticket, and the small East Village bar had become one of the hippest joints in the city. Adoring fans, hipsters, bohemians, and wannabes lined up outside the narrow storefront club at 5 Cooper Square, hoping to catch Monk and his legendary quartet—John Coltrane, bassist Ahmed Abdul-Malik, and drummer Shadow Wilson. That night, Monk wanted to celebrate. Friends, family, and enthusiastic fans surrounded him. His ‘un’ years,
as his wife Nellie used to call them, were about to end.1
Further uptown, on West 56th Street near Fifth Avenue, another Monk—Julius Withers Monk—also had something to celebrate. On that same Thursday night, Julius Monk’s latest opus, a musical comedy revue entitled Take Five,
opened at Upstairs at the Downstairs, to excellent reviews. Known to the entertainment world as a fine pianist, satirist, male model, producer, and a bit of an eccentric, Julius Monk had worked at the famed #1 Fifth Avenue Bar during the 1930s and gigged in France before becoming musical director of Le Ruban Bleu, a popular supper club, in 1943. In the 1950s, he founded the Downstairs Room and subsequently launched Upstairs at the Downstairs as a combination theater/supper club where he produced several acclaimed comic revues.2
Thelonious and Julius probably knew of each other. In every issue of the directory for Local 802 of the American Federation of Musicians, Thelonious’s name followed Julius’s in the listing of pianists.3 They shared a lot more than the piano, the union, a reputation for eccentricity, Latinate first names, and the same surname. Both hailed from North Carolina—Julius from Salisbury in Rowan County (he was born in 1912), Thelonious from Rocky Mount in Edgecombe County (born in 1917). Their geographical origins are not accidental: a century earlier, Julius’s great-grandfather, Archibald Monk, had enslaved Thelonious’s great-grandfather, John Jack Monk.4
Julius Withers Monk took great interest in studying his family’s past. During the 1940s, he conducted extensive genealogical research and even commissioned a scholar to produce a detailed family tree of the Monks.5 Yet he was only interested in the Monks who looked like him, not the nineteen slaves his great-granddaddy owned in 1860.6 Had he known this history, he might have been inspired to head down to the Five Spot after his show and thank Thelonious personally for the privileged life he was able to enjoy. The scion of one of Salisbury’s wealthiest landowners, Dr. Lawrence Monk, Sr., Julius grew up in a well-to-do family and attended the Peabody Institute in Baltimore and the Cincinnati Conservatory.7 Julius’s excellent musical education, like his father’s and brother’s medical school education, was partly paid for with inherited wealth, the source of which turned out to be the sweat and toil of John Jack Monk and the other African-descended people held in bondage.
While Julius grew up in affluence, Thelonious had been born into extreme poverty. His mother and grandmother spent their lives scrubbing floors for a living, and his father, Thelonious, Sr., cobbled together work as an unskilled day laborer in the railroad town of Rocky Mount. His grandfathers had lived a life of debt peonage, sharecropping for ex-slave masters and surviving pretty much from meal to meal. Yet Monk inherited more than poverty. His family passed down a rich cultural, intellectual, and political legacy—a legacy that shaped his music and his worldview in both profound and subtle ways.
The vestiges of slavery were everywhere in the Jim Crow South. More important than the memory of slavery, however, was the memory of freedom. The two generations that preceded Thelonious’s lived through one of the greatest revolutions and counterrevolutions in the history of the modern world. Thelonious, his sister Marion, and brother Thomas were raised by people for whom freedom had tangible meaning. They heard first-hand stories of emancipation from their parents; stories of black men going to the polls and running for office, of former slaves founding churches and schools, and helping to build a new democracy in the Southern states. For any Southern black person living between 1865 and 1900, freedom wasn’t a word taken for granted or used abstractly. As Thelonious’s parents in turn passed to him, freedom meant more than breaking the rules
of musical harmony or bending tempos. His grandparents were part of freedom’s first generation of African-Americans, a generation that could dream of a good life under a hopeful democracy. Yet his parents watched that democracy—and their freedom—burn, sometimes literally, under assault by white supremacists as Jim Crow laws descended across the South. The disfranchisement of black folk and the restoration of power to the old planter class was rapid and violent. Like many families, the Monks never lost their memory of post–Civil War freedom, or their determination to possess it once again.
Thelonious Monk’s music is essentially about freedom. He inherited much from those who came before him: not least a deeply felt understanding of freedom. His story begins with their song.
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Monk’s ancestors came from West Africa. The majority of slave imports into North Carolina did not come by sea directly from the African continent. Most came over land, either from South Carolina or across the northern border from Virginia. The first slaves brought to North Carolina, during the earliest days of the colony, came mostly from Barbados along with their owners. Cultural affinities and practices can help point to the African ethnic origins of slaves, but not enough is known about Monk’s earliest ancestors to even speculate.8
We do know that all of Thelonious’s people on both his mother’s and father’s sides ended up bound to plantations on the coastal plains of eastern North Carolina, a region renowned for its dark, rich, alluvial soil, its many rivers and tributaries, and a flat landscape as far as the eye can see. Cotton was king during the antebellum period, but its domain wasn’t vast; much of the arable land in the region was used for tobacco, sweet potatoes, Indian corn, and beans. Livestock, especially pigs, was abundant.
Monk’s father’s people lived on both sides of the border dividing Johnston and Sampson counties. His great-grandfather, John Jack or just Jack,
was born around 1797, and it is quite possible that he was born free in West Africa.9 In 1835, he became the property of Archibald Monk, through Monk’s wife, Harriet. Harriet Monk inherited John Jack from her father, Aaron Hargrove, another prominent Sampson County planter. Eight years earlier, Hargove had given John Jack’s first-born daughter, Chaney, to Harriet as a gift. Chaney was only nine years old at the time.10 With John Jack and Chaney reunited, they, too, became Monks,
as did all the other slaves on Archibald’s Newton Grove plantation.
Archibald Monk himself was never much of a planter; his heart was in sales, and in political power. Born in Sampson County around 1789, he grew up to become one of North Carolina’s most prominent citizens. During the early 1820s he resided in Fayetteville and co-owned a successful dry-goods store on Hay Street. It wasn’t until after he married Harriet Hargrove in 1824 that he returned to the northern district of Sampson County and took up a life as a plantation-owner and public figure.11
The official Monk family history leaves out one crucial story popular among the black side of the Monk clan. Around 1825 or ’26—very soon after his marriage—Archibald’s house slave, reputedly a beautiful young woman of mixed Indian and African heritage, bore him twin sons, Solomon and Kaplin.12 He was still living in Fayetteville. Archibald caused quite a stir among the city fathers by bringing his mulatto children to the local Presbyterian church with him. According to the black Monk family lore, the congregation banned Archibald from coming to church, and he decided right then and there to establish his own church on his plantation where the white Monks worshipped alongside their slaves. His son, Dr. John Carr Monk, apparently inherited his father’s belief that the Lord’s House knows no color line (except perhaps between the floor and the gallery). Before the Civil War, John and his wife, Anne Eason Monk, attended a Methodist church in Sampson County known for admitting slaves in the galleries. They were there to mind the white children, although they were encouraged to worship. After the war, Dr. Monk was a lone dissenting voice against segregated churches for free black people. Not to be deterred, in the 1870s he converted to Catholicism, to the chagrin of his fellow white Protestant neighbors, and deeded a parcel of his land in Westbrook Township to establish a colored school,
with religious instruction being first and foremost.13
Even when they worshipped together, antebellum blacks and whites didn’t worship the same things. Enslaved black people didn’t take much stock in massa’s
God. They created their own version of Christianity and generally preferred to worship in the woods, in their poorly constructed cabins, anywhere beyond the seeing eyes of the white folks. Their sacred songs and prayers often spoke of freedom and justice, of a promised land without the lash or without toil from sunup to sundown. Their God could be forgiving, filling the master’s heart with kindness; or redemptive, turning his wrath on those who continue to hold God’s chosen people in Egyptland and smiting their first-born dead. Thelonious would imbibe African-American theology from this tradition, decades later.
Meanwhile the white Monks, Archibald and John, saw nothing wrong with holding other Christians in bondage, and they made a lot of money doing so. On the eve of the Civil War, Archibald Monk owned nineteen slaves and real estate valued at $10,000. Overall, his personal estate was worth $21,179, quite respectable in those days.14
John Jack was the oldest slave on the Monk plantation. By 1850, he was fifty-three years old and had already fathered three children, George, Isaac, and Richard, with the woman to whom he was probably married. (Slave marriages were not legally recognized, but the bonds among enslaved black people were just as deep, if not deeper, than marriage bonds recognized by the state.) She was a slave on the Monk plantation. Her name, unfortunately, is unknown, and she died before 1850. Jack subsequently married a slave on the Willis Cole plantation located in nearby Bentonville, just over the Johnston County line. Because of their proximity, slaves on the Cole and the Monk plantations had a history of social interaction. Several of the Monk slaves were wedded to Coles.15
We know almost nothing about Mother Cole
except that she was part Tuscarora Indian, and proud of it. Before European colonialism, the Tuscarora occupied much of eastern North Carolina, including the coast. Between 1711–1715, the Tuscarora declared war on white settlers who were encroaching on their hunting grounds, but they were militarily decimated. Hundreds were enslaved and sold to English planters in the Caribbean. By 1754, barely 300 Tuscarora were left in the state.16
Though elderly by antebellum standards, John Jack and Mother Cole
managed to have one child, Hinton, born on February 12, 1852.17 Hinton was Thelonious, Jr.’s grandfather. Raised by his mother and other members of his extended family on the Willis Cole plantation, he spent the first thirteen years of his life in slavery. Cole’s plantation wasn’t huge, about 300 acres. If Hinton was anything like most slave children, by the time he was eight he was probably milking Cole’s four cows, tending to the twenty-eight pigs, possibly digging up sweet potatoes, toting water to field hands, helping in the kitchen, and caring for infants. He was surrounded by other children; according to the 1860 Census, of the twenty Africans Willis Cole held in bondage, twelve were thirteen and younger.18
As Union armies marched south in the Civil War, they were confronted with waves of black men, women, and children, folks who boldly emancipated themselves with the hope that the men in blue would protect them from massa
and the heartless paddy rollers
(patrollers). The federal government and military called these escaped slaves contraband,
since they knew that seizing slaves, along with livestock and land, was the best way to destroy the Confederacy. But these black folk were more than contraband; they were volunteer soldiers; they were the hewers of wood and toters of water who sustained the Union army in its march to the sea; and they were candidates for citizenship in the post-war democracy.19
Willis Cole’s Negroes
were no different from other enslaved people caught in the whirlwind of this reluctant revolution. They traded tales of the Union army’s invasion and spoke in hushed tones about President Lincoln’s Proclamation that on January 1, 1863, all the black folk held as slaves in the rebellious states were henceforth free. That fateful day came and went, but nothing happened in Bentonville—no Union forces, no Lincoln, no mass exodus, no hand of God. When Hinton turned nine the following month, he was still a slave on the Cole plantation. And when the Union forces finally did arrive in Bentonville in March 1865, the Willis Cole plantation became the site of one of the most important battles in Civil War history. The Battle of Bentonville was not only the last Confederate victory of the war, it proved to be the largest military conflict ever fought on North Carolina soil, involving some 85,000 troops. It was the South’s last hurrah, for once General Sherman dispatched reinforcements the Confederates withdrew. Cole had turned over his house to Confederate commanders, and he likely fled, with his twenty slaves, to Fayetteville, where most eastern North Carolina planters took refuge.20
A month after the Battle of Bentonville, and two weeks after Robert E. Lee surrendered to Ulysses S. Grant at Appomattox, Confederate General Joseph E. Johnston officially surrendered to General Sherman, ending both the Civil War and slavery in the state of North Carolina. For black folks it was Jubilee; for local whites, primarily those whose way of life depended on unpaid black labor, it was Armageddon. Not every planter accepted the news that all slaves were to be emancipated. Throughout the summer and fall of 1865, there were hundreds of reported incidents of African-Americans still being held in bondage. The cultural landscape for both white and black Monks changed dramatically nonetheless. A new group of black leaders emerged out of the war, many of whom fought for the Union army and saw themselves as liberators. They raised money to build churches and schools, to hire teachers, and to purchase land. Some former slaves assumed that the land of their former masters now belonged to them. Indeed, there had been some wartime distribution of land by the Union army, and the Freedmen’s Bureau promised to settle former slaves on plots of their own. Not all former slaves were so bold. Tens of thousands throughout the state stuck close to their old plantations, afraid of starvation and severing deep family ties in the community. But even these families were vulnerable; there were many incidents of planters evicting their former slaves, especially those too old or weak to work.21
Despite these initial setbacks, black people were determined to own land, to enjoy citizenship, to exercise political power, and to live in a South where everyone would be free and equal. They remained optimistic because of the presence of federal troops and institutions such as the Freedmen’s Bureau. But once Andrew Johnson was sworn in as president following Lincoln’s assassination, he made his position clear: America is a white man’s nation
and white men shall rule the South. Throughout 1866, President Johnson appointed avid racists to positions of power in the Southern Provisional government. They, in turn, disarmed the majority of black federal troops while white planters formed armed terrorist organizations such as the Ku Klux Klan and the Knights of the White Camellia. In 1866, white supremacists in government passed a series of laws known as the Black Codes. The North Carolina Black Codes restricted freedom of movement of blacks, the amount of land they could own, whom they could marry (interracial marriages were outlawed), and their right to bear arms. Some of the most draconian Black Codes were the apprenticeship laws, which allowed former masters to retain control of ex-slaves under the age of twenty-one, under the pretext that they needed a guardian. Abuse of apprenticeship was rampant throughout the state, especially in Sampson County.22
Hinton, Thelonious’s grandfather, who turned thirteen in the year of Jubilee, was ripe for such abuse. Both of his parents died, either during the war or immediately thereafter. Fortunately, Hinton’s half-brother Levin Cole and his wife, Harriet, took him in. He earned his keep as a farmhand, and learned to read and write.23 Literacy was a precious thing, especially for black people in a state where it had been a crime to teach slaves to read and write and where free blacks had been prohibited from attending public schools.
By the end of the 1860s, the prevailing political culture turned yet again. Radical Republicans in Congress overturned President Johnson’s weak Reconstruction policies and passed the Fourteenth and Fifteenth amendments to the Constitution, granting black people citizenship and male suffrage, respectively. These so-called Civil War amendments marked a profound shift in constitutional history, and for a time they appeared to make the new freedom a sure thing. Former slaves not only began to vote, they ran for office and held positions in the state legislature, Congress, and even the Senate. And they insisted that free universal public education was a pillar of democracy.
For Hinton’s generation, reading and writing were revolutionary acts in revolutionary times. He came of age when proud and eloquent black legislators, most of whom came up as slaves in eastern North Carolina, demanded equality under the law, the right of black people to serve on juries, a ten-hour work day, even woman’s suffrage. Yet he also witnessed a reign of terror descend upon North Carolina Republicans and black voters. Through violence and intimidation, Democrats succeeded in impeaching and removing the Republican governor in 1871 and regaining control of the state legislature. Four years later, they held a constitutional convention that amended the elective county government system (mostly by gerrymandering) in order to reduce black voting power in the eastern counties. The Democrats campaigned for the amendment on overtly racial terms, arguing that allowing black majority districts was tantamount to White Slavery in North Carolina—Degradation Worse Then Death.
24 White supremacy was given a boost during the 1876 presidential contest between Samuel Tilden and Rutherford Hayes. Tilden had won the popular vote, but both sides claimed electoral-college victory in three key states. A commission was appointed to decide the dispute and an informal compromise was struck: the Democrats were willing to cede the White House to Republican Hayes in exchange for withdrawing federal troops from the South, thus removing the last vestiges of Reconstruction.
As the post-war battle in North Carolina swung from extreme to extreme, Hinton reacted like the majority of freed people, becoming a sharecropper on John Carr Monk’s land. After emancipation, Levin and Harriet Cole chose not to return to Willis Cole’s place. Instead, they moved just across the county line to Newton Grove, where they worked for Monk. Hinton, working alongside his eldest brother, had returned to the same land that his daddy, John Jack, worked a generation earlier. As a free man faced with the responsibility of choosing a surname, Hinton continued to use his mother’s name, Cole.
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Hinton Cole proposed to a beautiful and intelligent young woman named Sarah Ann Williams some time between 1875 and 1877. Born on August 3, 1856, Sarah Ann was the eldest daughter of Friday Williams, the former slave and mulatto
son of Blaney Williams, one of Newton Grove’s richest and most prominent planters. At the time of his death in 1852, Williams owned 1,875 acres in Newton Grove, 475 acres in Duplin County, 442 acres in Greene County, and at least forty-eight slaves.26 In 1870, Friday Williams, his second wife, Eliza, and their then eight children were renting land from Blaney’s son, George Robert Williams. When Hinton and Sarah Ann met, they were practically neighbors. Ten years later, Friday’s family and Hinton and Sarah Ann Cole were all working land owned by John Carr Monk’s widow, Anne Eason Monk, and their children (Dr. Monk died in 1877).27
Like most first-generation free black Southerners, Hinton and Sarah Cole were forced into the precarious life of sharecropping. Every season they struggled to make ends meet, and still managed to raise ten children. Thelonious was the seventh in line, born in 1889.28 At some point between 1890 and 1900, the entire family relocated to Wayne County, just east of Sampson County.29 And yet, as residents of eastern North Carolina, they had reason to be hopeful. In 1892, while the rest of the South succumbed to white supremacy, a fusion ticket of Republicans and Populists defeated racist Democrats, winning the majority of state house and senate seats, electing dozens of African-Americans to local offices, and sending a black man, George H. White, to Congress four years later. Such interracial unity was short-lived. An appeal to white racial fears was all it took to destroy it.30
By the 1898 elections, Democrats swept back to power, with help from white Populists who traded interracial unity for white supremacy. And in the majority-black city of Wilmington, where Democrats could not win by vote, they took up arms and overthrew the elected government, killing scores of African-Americans and some loyal white Republicans.31 Two years later, they succeeded in getting a constitutional amendment passed, effectively disenfranchising black voters through the use of the poll tax and literacy requirements. During the 1900 election, Alfred Moore Waddell, former congressman who led the Wilmington Insurrection, called on whites to warn any Negro out voting
to go home immediately, and If he refuses, kill him, shoot him down in his tracks.
32 Nonetheless, slightly over two-thirds of black voters showed up at the polls in 1900. These were scary times, but Hinton, Sarah, and their children persevered. By 1900, at least two of their sons, Jack and Alonzo, reportedly had two years of schooling and could read and write. Eventually all of their children received some level of common schooling.
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It was during this period, before the turn of the century, that Hinton made the fateful decision to change his family’s name from Cole to Monk. By the time a Wayne County census taker recorded his family’s presence there in the spring of 1900, they were all Monks.34 Perhaps Hinton was asserting his independence from his half-brother, or maybe he had become indebted to another landowner and had to escape without settling his debt. Whatever the reason, Hinton, Sarah, and at least one of their children eventually returned to his birthplace of Bentonville as Monks rather than Coles.35
Hinton and Sarah chose their children’s names with imaginative flair. They picked Squire, Theodoras (also known as Theodore), Bertha—and Thelonious. Thelonius
or Thelonious
is the Latinized spelling of St. Tillo, a Benedictine monk renowned for his missionary work in France in the seventh century, who was kidnapped by raiders and brought to the Low Countries as a slave before he was ransomed and joined the order. In France he is called St. Theau, in Belgium he is known as Filman, and in Germany he was referred to as Hilonius.36 It is likely that Hinton learned a bit of Catholic history—maybe even some Latin—from the school Dr. John Carr Monk established for local black children.
Born in Newton Grove on June 20, 1889, Thelonious (Sr.) began working alongside his brothers and sisters as a boy, as the family tended to livestock and picked cotton in Wayne County. He received some formal education, learning to read and write, and at some point in his young life, he picked up the harmonica and learned to play a little piano by ear. But those moments of amusement were few and far between; most of his childhood was consumed by toil.
As a young adult, he left his parents’ house to join his sister and her husband in Rocky Mount. Many rural migrants were coming to the burgeoning railroad town, in search of steady employment and a decent place to raise a family. He did find Barbara Batts, another rural North Carolina migrant who carried similar hopes. But the financial opportunities the city promised proved to be elusive.
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Barbara Batts, Miss Barbara,
as she was affectionately called by friends and neighbors, hailed from Edgecombe County, North Carolina’s leader in cotton production, and the heart of the radical Republican Second Congressional District. Edgecombe not only had a black majority during and after Reconstruction, it developed a militant black leadership that fought tirelessly for the social, political, and economic rights of the state’s freed people.37 Barbara developed a lifelong commitment to political and civic engagement (though the Democrats would later become her party of choice), which she would pass on to her children.
Barbara’s maternal grandparents, Henry and Clara (Clearly) Knight, were both slaves in Edgecombe County. Henry was born around 1830 in Deep Creek Township, on a plantation owned by Lucy Knight Batts Barlow.38 Her family’s holdings were quite extensive: She had inherited eleven slaves from her father in 1809, and by 1860 she counted thirty-eight slaves among her household of field hands and house servants.39 Henry worked in the fields, picking cotton and foodstuffs. In 1859, Henry married Clara, a slave ten years his junior, who lived on the neighboring plantation.40 Although their marriage was not legally recognized until 1865, they insisted that the registrar record the correct year they were wed.
Unfortunately, the couple spent most of the war apart, not only because they lived on separate plantations. Once the Union armies entered North Carolina, most slaveholding families in Edgecombe and Nash Counties fled to Warren County—but not Lucy Knight Batts Barlow. Referred to by family members as Old Mother,
Lucy was a dyed-in-the-wool Southerner who, at eighty years old, stubbornly refused to leave her property, no matter how close the Union troops came. After many efforts to persuade her to move to safer ground, the local Confederate commanders gave up, and she was provided a detail of Infantry which was quartered in the front grove.
41 Henry and Old Mother
’s other thirty-seven slaves had to live out the war years under constant Confederate surveillance while Clara toiled for her masters elsewhere.
It is no wonder that their first child, Georgianna (sometimes spelled Georgeanna), was not born until October 31, 1865. Georgianna Knight was Barbara Batts’s mother, Thelonious Monk, Jr.’s maternal grandmother. Conceived in the last days of slavery, she was among the first generation of children born free.42 Henry and Clara raised Georgianna and five younger children on Old Mother
’s plantation, but after her death in 1867 much of the estate was passed down to her grandson Isaac Batts. Henry sharecropped on Batts’s land, and his children helped him as soon as they were old enough. Clara kept house
as best she could, but when hands were needed in the field they all worked. Nevertheless, Henry and Clara insisted that their children get an education. The 1880 census-taker in Deep Creek reported that three of the Knight children—Georgianna, Blunt, and Emma—had attended school that year.43 Of course, rural schools for African-American children were rarely open more than two months out of the year, but every working minute of class was sacred.
Georgianna’s formal education ended around the time that a farm laborer by the name of Speer (or Speir) Batts took an interest in her. Born in Deep Creek around 1856 to Jacob Batts and Nancy Kay, Speer spent part of his childhood as a slave and never attended school.44 But he was reputed to be an excellent fiddler who played for dances and local community gatherings in and around Deep Creek.45 In Scottish, speer
means to ask,
but it was more commonly understood among the English as an old scientific term for celestial sphere.
As the word was passed down to the younger Thelonious Monk’s generation, the pronunciation (and spelling) evolved into Sphere.
Thelonious eventually decided to adopt Sphere
as his middle name, attributing it to his maternal grandfather. (He often joked that with such a name, he could never be accused of being a square.)
There were no career opportunities for black fiddlers in the rural South during the 1870s. Speer was expected to use his fingers to pick and haul coarse bolls of white cotton. When his father passed away in the mid-1870s, Speer, in his early twenties, had to take on the responsibility of caring for his aging mother and younger siblings. Between his mother’s meager earnings as a domestic worker and his wages as a farmhand, they barely made ends meet. In the fall of 1878, Edgecombe farmers endured one of the worst harvests in memory, due to severe drought and global economic depression. Throughout 1879 and 1880, poor black sharecroppers and tenant farmers found themselves in deepening debt, forcing many to take to the road in search of work.46
Speer, his mother, and his baby brother Joshua were among them. But unlike the thousands of other African-Americans who headed to Georgia and Florida to work in the turpentine industry, or west to sharecrop in Arkansas and Mississippi, or sought refuge and opportunity in places like Kansas, Indiana, or even Liberia, the Battses stayed in the county, moving to the community of Conetoe, North Carolina. The town is only a few miles southeast of Freedom Hill.
Freedom Hill, or Liberty Hill
as it was often called, was settled in 1865 by a group of freed slaves with the assistance of the Freedmen’s Bureau. A symbol of hope and a model for political militancy for freed people throughout eastern North Carolina, Freedom Hill drew African-Americans throughout the county in search of opportunities and a safe haven against rising white violence.47
They did not stay in Conetoe long, and it appears that Speer’s mother died there.48 Speer decided to return to Deep Creek Township and to ask Henry Knight for his first daughter’s hand in marriage. On May 8, 1884, with