History and tribute
The Dick Gregory I knew
By Jon Rappoport
I could start a conversation with Dick Gregory, and before I knew it, it would be going in six directions at once. He wasn’t just riding one wave. He was swimming in all the oceans at the same time. He was moving on his own time clock. Sooner or later, the currents of realization would come through to me. He was looking at a far shore that was more real to him than any present moment. He was already in the future, and he saw it like a grand impresario would see his own carnival. Grand, ongoing, symphonic.
I hadn’t been in touch with Dick Gregory for quite a while. When he died, two weeks ago, I remembered the days I spent with him, in the mid-1990s, in Washington DC and LA.
It started with a report I did for KPFK radio…
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