There has maybe nevÂer been a betÂter time to critÂiÂcalÂly examÂine the grantÂiÂng of speÂcial privÂiÂleges to peoÂple for their talÂent, perÂsonÂalÂiÂty, or wealth. Yet, for all the harm wrought by fame, there have always been celebriÂties who use the powÂer for good. The twenÂtiÂeth cenÂtuÂry is full of such figÂures, men and women of conÂscience like Muhamad Ali, Nina Simone, and Paul Robeson—extraordinary peoÂple who lived extraÂorÂdiÂnary lives. Yet no celebriÂty activist, past or present, has lived a life as extraÂorÂdiÂnary as Josephine Baker’s.
Born FreÂda Josephine McDonÂald in 1906 to parÂents who worked as enterÂtainÂers in St. Louis, Baker’s earÂly years were marked by extreme poverÂty. “By the time young FreÂda was a teenagÂer,” writes Joanne GrifÂfith at the BBC, “she was livÂing on the streets and surÂvivÂing on food scraps from bins.” Like every rags-to-richÂes stoÂry, Baker’s turns on a chance disÂcovÂery. While perÂformÂing on the streets at 15, she attractÂed the attenÂtion of a tourÂing St. Louis vaudeÂville comÂpaÂny, and soon found enorÂmous sucÂcess in New York, in the choÂrus lines of a string of BroadÂway hits.
BakÂer became proÂfesÂsionÂalÂly known, her adoptÂed son Jean-Claude BakÂer writes in his biogÂraÂphy, as “the highÂest-paid choÂrus girl in vaudeÂville.” A great achieveÂment in and of itself, but then she was disÂcovÂered again at age 19 by a Parisian recruiter who offered her a lucraÂtive spot in a French all-black revue. “BakÂer headÂed to France and nevÂer looked back,” parÂlayÂing her nearÂly-nude danse sauvage into interÂnaÂtionÂal fame and forÂtune. TopÂless, or nearÂly so, and wearÂing a skirt made from fake bananas, BakÂer used stereoÂtypes to her advantage—by givÂing audiÂences what they wantÂed, she achieved what few othÂer black women of the time ever could: perÂsonÂal autonÂoÂmy and indeÂpenÂdent wealth, which she conÂsisÂtentÂly used to aid and empowÂer othÂers.
ThroughÂout the 20s, she remained an archeÂtypÂal symÂbol of jazz-age art and enterÂtainÂment for her Folies Bergère perÂforÂmances (see her dance the Charleston and make comÂic faces in 1926 in the looped video above). In 1934, BakÂer made her secÂond film Zouzou (top), and became the first black woman to star in a major motion picÂture. But her sly perÂforÂmance of a very EuroÂpean idea of African-ness did not go over well in the U.S., and the counÂtry she had left to escape racial aniÂmus bared its teeth in hosÂtile recepÂtions and nasty reviews of her star BroadÂway perÂforÂmance in the 1936 Ziegfeld FolÂlies (a critÂic at Time referred to her as a “Negro wench”). BakÂer turned away from AmerÂiÂca and became a French citÂiÂzen in 1937.
AmerÂiÂcan racism had no effect on Baker’s staÂtus as an interÂnaÂtionÂal superstar—for a time perÂhaps the most famous woman of her age and “one of the most popÂuÂlar and highÂest-paid perÂformÂers in Europe.” She inspired modÂern artists like PicasÂso, HemÂingÂway, E.E. CumÂmings, and AlexanÂder Calder (who sculptÂed her in wire). When the war broke out, she hasÂtened to work for the Red Cross, enterÂtainÂing troops in Africa and the MidÂdle East and tourÂing Europe and South AmerÂiÂca. DurÂing this time, she also worked as a spy for the French ResisÂtance, transÂmitÂting mesÂsages writÂten in invisÂiÂble ink on her sheet music.
Her masÂsive celebriÂty turned out to be the perÂfect covÂer, and she often “relayed inforÂmaÂtion,” the Spy MuseÂum writes, “that she gleaned from conÂverÂsaÂtions she overÂheard between GerÂman offiÂcers attendÂing her perÂforÂmances.” She became a lieuÂtenant in the Free French Air Force and for her efforts was awardÂed the Croix de Guerre and the Medal of the ResisÂtance by Charles De Gaulle and laudÂed by George S. PatÂton. NonetheÂless, many in her home counÂtry conÂtinÂued to treat her with conÂtempt. When she returned to the U.S. in 1951, she enterÂtained huge crowds, and dealt with segÂreÂgaÂtion “head –on,” writes GrifÂfith, refusÂing “to perÂform in venues that would not allow a racialÂly mixed audiÂence, even in the deeply dividÂed South.” She became the first perÂson to desegÂreÂgate the Vegas casiÂnos.
But she was also “refused admisÂsion to a numÂber of hotels and restauÂrants.” In 1951, when employÂees at New York’s Stork Club refused to serve her, she charged the ownÂer with disÂcrimÂiÂnaÂtion. The Stork club inciÂdent won her the lifeÂlong admiÂraÂtion and friendÂship of Grace KelÂly, but the govÂernÂment decidÂed to revoke her right to perÂform in the U.S., and she endÂed up on an FBI watch list as a susÂpectÂed communist—a pejoÂraÂtive label applied, as you can see from this declasÂsiÂfied 1960 FBI report, with extreme prejÂuÂdice and the preÂsumpÂtion that fightÂing racism was by default “un-AmerÂiÂcan.” BakÂer returned to Europe, where she remained a superÂstar (see her perÂform a medÂley above in 1955).
She also began to assemÂble her infaÂmous “RainÂbow Tribe,” twelve chilÂdren adoptÂed from all over the world and raised in a 15th-cenÂtuÂry chateau in the South of France, an experÂiÂment to prove that racial harÂmoÂny was posÂsiÂble. She charged tourists monÂey to watch the chilÂdren sing and play, a “litÂtle-known chapÂter in Baker’s life” that is also “an uncomÂfortÂable one,” RebecÂca Onion notes at Slate. Her estate funcÂtioned as a “theme park,” writes scholÂar Matthew Pratt Guterl, a “DisÂneyÂland-in-the-DorÂdogne, with its casÂtle in the cenÂter, its masÂsive swimÂming pool built in the shape of a “J” for its ownÂer, its bathÂrooms decÂoÂratÂed like an Arpège perÂfume botÂtle, its hotels, its perÂforÂmances, and its pageantry.” These trapÂpings, along with a menagerie of exotÂic pets, make us think of modÂern celebriÂty pageantry.
But for all its strange excessÂes, Guturl mainÂtains, her “idioÂsynÂcratÂic project was in lockÂstep with the mainÂstream CivÂil Rights MoveÂment.” She wouldn’t return to the States until 1963, with the help of AttorÂney GenÂerÂal Robert Kennedy, and when she did, it was as a guest of MarÂtin Luther King, Jr. and the orgaÂnizÂers of the March on WashÂingÂton, where, in her Free French Air Force uniÂform, she became the only woman to address the crowd. The visuÂal recountÂing of that moment above comes from a new 600-page graphÂic biogÂraÂphy that folÂlows BakÂer’s “traÂjecÂtoÂry from child serÂvant in St. Louis,” PRI writes, “to her days as a vaudeÂville perÂformer, a major star in France, and latÂer, a memÂber of the French ResisÂtance and an AmerÂiÂcan civÂil rights activist.”
In her speech, she directÂly conÂfrontÂed the govÂernÂment who had turned her into an eneÂmy:
They thought they could smear me, and the best way to do that was to call me a comÂmuÂnist. And you know, too, what that meant. Those were dreadÂed words in those days, and I want to tell you also that I was houndÂed by the govÂernÂment agenÂcies in AmerÂiÂca, and there was nevÂer one ounce of proof that I was a comÂmuÂnist. But they were mad. They were mad because I told the truth. And the truth was that all I wantÂed was a cup of cofÂfee. But I wantÂed that cup of cofÂfee where I wantÂed to drink it, and I had the monÂey to pay for it, so why shouldn’t I have it where I wantÂed it?
BakÂer made no apoloÂgies for her wealth and fame, but she also took every opporÂtuÂniÂty, even if misÂguidÂed at times, to use her social and finanÂcial capÂiÂtal to betÂter the lives of othÂers. Her plain-speakÂing demands opened doors not only for perÂformÂers, but for ordiÂnary peoÂple who could look to her as an examÂple of courage and grace under presÂsure into the 1970s. She conÂtinÂued to perÂform until her death in 1975. Just below, you can see rehearsal footage and interÂviews from her final perÂforÂmance, a sold-out retÂroÂspecÂtive.
The openÂing night audiÂence includÂed Sophia LauÂren, Mick JagÂger, Shirley Bassey, Diana Ross, and Liza MinelÂli. Four days after the show closed, BakÂer was found dead in her bed at age 68, surÂroundÂed by rave reviews of her perÂforÂmance. Her own assessÂment of her five-decade career was disÂtinctÂly modÂest. EarÂliÂer that year, BakÂer told Ebony magÂaÂzine, “I have nevÂer realÂly been a great artist. I have been a human being that has loved art, which is not the same thing. But I have loved and believed in art and the idea of uniÂverÂsal brothÂerÂhood so much, that I have put everyÂthing I have into them, and I have been blessed.” We might not agree with her critÂiÂcal self-evalÂuÂaÂtion, but her life bears out the strength and authenÂticÂiÂty of her conÂvicÂtions.
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Josh Jones is a writer and musiÂcian based in Durham, NC. FolÂlow him at @jdmagness
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