When one of the greatest musicians of his generation requests your presence on stage in front of fifty thousand people the answer you give is “Yes”. But I was already booked at in Stratford called Black Men on The Couch. It’s where a black psychotherapist interviews a black male personality on stage in front of a live audience. No subject was off limits.
The temptation to cancel and accept the other offer was too big to ignore but impossible to accept. Black Men On The Couch was the first event of its kind in the UK and sold out. It was revealing, kinda scarey but unique and fascinating. It lasted an hour followed by questions from the audience. Then came neither question nor statement but a monologue, a rant. He stated his name and his position before his rant began. The audience was stunned.
I wondered how his outburst might affect a vulnerable young black men who may have attended the event thinking of seeking help. For days I received emails from audience members to “apologise for the attack” made all the worse by the nature of the event. The gentleman who forced the outburst was chair of UKCP who funded Black Men on the Couch to encourage the black community into considering therapy if needed. Go Figure.