The collection of poems and stories written by Kifle Bantayehu captures the true essence of what the New Negro embodies. Similar to the idea of the New Negro by Alan Locke, Bantayehu paints a narrative of "self identity" as both Ethiopian and Black in America. Through a poetic documentation of behavior and "inner self", The Healing Conscious, is in conversation with the concept of the New Negro. Bantayehu himself is the New Negro; he is one of the few Ethiopian authors breaking a new ground for a genre of literature by combining the English language with Ethiopian culture.
The book tells a compelling story of an African immigrant, who through much pain and sacrifice, was able to migrate to the West (America) and construct a new racial awakening and new race sprit. Just as the New Negro of Harlem fought for freedom and self-determination by coming to the north, most Ethiopians migrated to America in search of political and economical freedom. The exodus of both Blacks in the 19th century and Ethiopians in the 20th century comparably captures the challenges, struggles, defeats, and strength they endured as second class citizens; facing housing discrimination, job discrimination, and etc. Nonetheless, the narrative of both Blacks and Ethiopian immigrants as the New Negro is formed through strong cultural connection and preservation that they brought along with them.
“Although, there are many novels depicting the lives of immigrants in America, there has been little said of the sacrifices and contributions of the Ethiopian immigrant community residing in the United States,” Bantayehu said. In looking at Bantayehu's text, his pome Death and Rebirth, summarizes an immigrant’s story that has preserved their sense of culture and tradition in the new refuge.
Death and Rebirth
Silent abyss yielding to fear of the unknown
So silent- Am I here alone?
Eighty years have come and gone,
With many children fully grown:
My time has passed like king on throne
From nothing to something, as voice changes tone:
At peace beside by whom I was mothered and fathered.
With our land, earth, people, Unaltered
The journey was well worth it, a difficult feat
Here in death, a smile challenges defeat;
Chance sought and knowledge gained
Family glued as a leaf on twig, together sustained:
Eyes closed but mind still sharp
A white light ahead? Soothing as a harp
Immortal visions dance in light show
What could they be? I do not know;
A baby, a father, an old man
The stages of life, from death to the first strand;
A cell multiplies with staggering speed
This is my life reborn indeed: