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From: The Evening Standard (London, England) | Date: November 1, 2004 | Copyright information

Byline: ALISON ROBERTS

BENJAMIN Zephaniah strides into the dressing room wearing a long black overcoat and cool black shades, his amazing dreadlocks stretching all the way to his gym-honed waist. It's an impressive, striking, vaguely menacing entrance - an effect that's utterly ruined the moment he takes off his glasses and cracks a big, gap-toothed smile.

Poet, novelist, revolutionary, Zephaniah has been the "acceptable" face and voice of radical black politi...