The title of Toni Cade Bambara’s short story is ironic because “My Man Bovanne” is a meaningless, pat expression to all the people who utilize it in the story; to them it is merely a “hip” way to address an old, blind man for whom they have no real feeling. On the other hand, Miss Hazel, the story’s narrator, who at the story’s outset insists that Bovanne “ain’t my man, mind you,” by the end of the story has taken in Bovanne out of empathy and concern, qualities lacking in all the others who deal with Bovanne in the story.
The story takes place at a fund-raising, consciousness-raising party held by a black coalition in the hope of organizing and unifying the African Americans of a New York City neighborhood into a politically powerful organization. Hazel, however, does not focus on the speeches or the politics of the evening; in fact she starts off her account by informing her readers that all blind people have a “hummin jones”; they are often given over to humming as a natural consequence of “what no eyes will force you into to see people.” Bovanne, a blind gentleman who has been invited to the party, is no exception to this rule. When Hazel asks Bovanne to dance, it comes as no surprise to her that they should soon reach a kind of humming, intuitive rapport on the dance floor. Hazel is not very interested in the ostensible reason for her presence at the party: to support the candidacy of her niece’s cousin, Nisi, “who’s runnin for somethin with this Black party somethin or other behind her.” She has a difficult time understanding lofty causes, but she can appreciate individuals. She sees everyone passing by poor, blind Bovanne with a glib “My man, Bovanne,” without any of them once offering to talk to him or get him a sandwich or something to drink. She therefore takes it on herself to be kind to him.
However, her dancing with Bovanne becomes a major point of controversy in the story. She admits that they danced closely, but in her account there is almost something sublime, and certainly nothing scandalous, in their closeness: “Touch talkin like the heel of the hand on a tambourine or on a drum.” Hazel’s children, however, take a very different view; in fact they...
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