Last night, I was treated to special gifts. A beautful, round, waning moon I could see from our upstairs sitting area and memories brought on by watching a movie. I love old movies, and last night there was a 50th anniversary special showing of
TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD. Narrated by Dr. Maya Angelou.
First off I will say, I love Maya's voice always have and always will. Her inaugural poem A River, A Rock, A Tree takes me back to simplier times and coming home from a three year tour in Iraklion Air Station, Crete, Greece.
Whole poem found here: http://poetry.eserver.org/angelou.html
I will never forget hearing the poem and then realizing this woman was one of my instructors through the City Colleges of Chicago, video taped, college course while stationed in Crete. I never will forget connecting her honeyed voice, huge afro, and wacky clothing to President Clinton's day and my coming home.
It amazes me but, my young adult life will be forever intwined her writing to my higher learning, self examination - enlightenment. 'I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings,' brings me full circle to seeing Mr. Peck last night in the old black and white film. (I read both books long before I was able to see the movies.)
Dr Angelou's and Harper Lee's books made me realize as a pre-teen bad stuff happens to good people. Children (or those with a child like minds -- anyone else) are never at fault for abuse nor the lost of innocence. Racial inequality will sadly -- never be erased nor will sexual misconduct because some humans have the innate urge to 'control' others through violence.
Last night, I looked back in the closet of my childhood; felt my Boo Radley (memory) standing behind me.
Metaphorically, he is all A Rock, A River, A Tree.