NYT on Brecht Forum

NY Times November 4, 2010
Where Marxists Pontificate, and Play
By CHANNING JOSEPH

IF communists have a reputation for anything, it is seriousness.
(And if you have seen old photos of Karl Marx, you know that he
did not smile much.) But at the Brecht Forum, a community center
on West Street where revolutionaries and radicals gather daily to
ponder and to pontificate, they also play. (Smiles abound.)

Amid the honeycomb of offices and hidden rooms on the ground floor
of a shabby brick building facing the Hudson River, activists and
agitators unite for classes like “Antonio Gramsci: Revolutionary
Strategy and the Historic Bloc” and talks like “Envisioning a
Post-Capitalist Future.” Networks of pipes snaking along the
ceiling and glimpses of exposed brick give the space a slightly
industrial feel, which seems fitting for discussions on labor
theory and worker exploitation.

But there is also the monthly Game Night, when regulars put down
their copies of “Das Kapital” and immerse themselves in table
tennis, foosball and a complicated Marxist version of Monopoly
called, appropriately, Class Struggle.

In a city known for cynicism, the Brecht, which survives on
donations, is a surprisingly open and idealistic place.

“We have folks who are superfamous, along with folks who are
homeless,” said Kazembe Balagun, 34, outreach director of the
forum for the past three years. A big, bearded, bespectacled man,
Mr. Balagun (born Keith Alexander Mitchell) manages to be both
bashful and effusive as he greets visitors in his sunny way. He is
a child of mainline Democrats, but Mr. Balagun said he was
attracted to Marxism because it offered “a way to understand the
world, and understand how the world could be different.”

The forum, named for the German playwright Bertolt Brecht, began
in 1975 as the New York Marxist School and had several downtown
Manhattan addresses before settling in the West Street building,
which once housed Serge Gym, in 2005. Over the years, Noam Chomsky
has joined in forum activities, and so has Tony Kushner.

No test of ideological purity is administered at the door. Even
the rare Republican is welcome, and admission to all events is
either free or based on what visitors say they can afford. Working
at the Brecht is part of a life of activism, Mr. Balagun said; but
it can be a good time, too.

When I visited one evening in October, about two dozen youngish,
fashionable people — men in button-down shirts and dress slacks,
women in knee-high boots and hoop earrings — had gathered under
harsh flood lamps in the forum’s circular meeting space for a
panel discussion, “Child Welfare From the Crack Era to the Age of
Obama.”

As the panelists spoke, a group of well-dressed ladies nodded and
hummed their approval.

“We’re a society that puts capital before children,” one panelist
said.

“Mm-hmm,” the women responded.

“Every woman that has a child is not a mother,” another panelist
later said.

“Mm-hmm,” they crooned again.

After the talk, people chatted in the lobby, and Mr. Balagun
shared amusing tales: like the one about how the supermodel Tyra
Banks once ran into the Brecht to use the bathroom, and how the
singer Bjork once rode by on the handlebars of a bicycle.

But when the audience had dispersed into the night, a small cadre
of loyalists gathered around a table for something more
entertaining: poker. Despite the temptation, I politely excused
myself.

As I tried to slink away, Anoush Dertaulian, a forum volunteer,
stopped laying out chips and guided me, for one last lesson, to a
shrine honoring Hampig Sassounian — an Armenian immigrant
imprisoned in California for murder. Ms. Dertaulian said he was a
political prisoner. “You’ve never heard of him,” she added,
hurrying back to the game. She was right.

While Mr. Balagun waved me out the front door, I imagined Marx’s
ghost floating in the hazy light of the evening, watching over the
poker players. Behind his famous thicket of a beard, I could
almost see a grin.