Dedeaux ran up to the famed boxer, and sometime poet, and tapped him on the shoulder.
“Richard said, ‘Hey man, you are the greatest fighter in the world, I’ll give you that. But you keep saying you are the greatest poet, and that’s not right. We’re the greatest poets,’” Hamilton said. With a crowd watching in a hotel lobby, they faced off — Ali did a poem, and the Watts Prophets answered with a medley of poems, punctuated by their improvisational word riffs that music historians now consider a forerunner of hip-hop. Ali threw in the towel, admitting that when it came to poetry, he had been defeated.
“That was all Richard,” Hamilton said, “creating that little incident”. Dedeaux, 73, died at his home in Shelton, Wash., after a 10-year battle with cancer, said his son, Steven. Hamilton said he and the other remaining Watts Prophet, Otis O’Solomon, would probably continue to do some performances as a duo. “But that third voice is gone,” Hamilton said. “A very powerful voice.”
Richard Anthony Dedeaux was born Sept. 24, 1940, in DeLisle, Mississippi, and grew up in New Orleans. He came to Los Angeles when he was about 12, Hamilton said. After the destructive events in Watts of August 1965, many social, economic and cultural programs were started in the area. A lot of them fizzled, but the Watts Writers Workshop, founded by screenwriter and novelist Budd Schulberg, proved to be one of the more successful. It brought together the three men who began doing poetry performances as the Watts Prophets in the community and eventually across the country.
Dedeaux wrote some of the more biting pieces the group did, including “I Remember Watts.” “To light up New Orleans, Atlanta, Chicago, Philadelphia, Detroit, New York and most major cities of the world,” the spoken poem begins, “it takes trillions, and billions and millions and millions of watts. To light up Los Angeles, it only took one.” The poem, which railed against police brutality, described officers “crackin’ our heads open whenever they choose, threatening us like we were fools. That’s what lit Watts’ fuse.” Although the group’s poems on nonpolitical matters didn’t get as much attention, they performed works on a variety of topics both as a group and individually. Dedeaux recorded several poems, backed by jazz musicians, about love.
The group never got a major recording deal. “When we started, we hoped that we could tell the truth and make a living at it,” Hamilton said. The three men took on other work — Dedeaux was an art framer, working out of his home — while performing and conducting workshops on occasion. In his poem “Second Chance,” he spoke of his burial.
“To our beloved friend Richard A. Dedeaux, we thank you for all of your inspiration and love that you tried to convey to mankind.”
May God be with you. R.I.P
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