Host: Jay Allison
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Jay: [00:00:12] From PRX, this is The Moth Radio Hour. I'm Jay Allison, producer of this radio show. And we're bringing you stories from a Moth Mainstage event at the Victoria Theater in Dayton, Ohio. It was produced in partnership with public radio station WYSO. And the theme of the evening was Carpe Diem.
Dame: [00:00:32] Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Moth in Dayton, Ohio.
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Jay: [00:00:36] The host for the evening was poet and storyteller, Dame Wilburn. Let's jump right into the first story. Fair warning. It does deal with sexual relations within a marriage. Here's Sara Sweet Rabidoux-Kelsey.
Sara: [00:00:53] On a boring Tuesday night in the beginning of the summer, I sit down at the kitchen table with my husband, Jeff, in our brand-new condo and I say, "Listen, I don't know how to tell you this, but I don't want to have sex with you anymore." This is a sad and hard thing to say, but he hears it and mulls it over and he says, "You know, I don't want to have sex with you anymore either."
I am so relieved, but not surprised, because Jeff and I have had this uncanny connection ever since the day we met 10 years ago when he dared me to guess his favorite movie. "You've probably never even heard of it," he said. "Is it Withnail and I? I guessed correctly?” And how this obscure British film I had never seen possibly popped into my head, we may never know. But we take it as a sign we should be together forever and we are engaged six months later. [audience laughter]
But now, at the kitchen table, faced with this uncomfortable truth, we know there are some things we should try, like therapy or marriage counseling. After a little bit of googling, we learn there are certain crazy things that couples try in the bedroom to spice up their sex lives. To be fair, we need more than spice. But we try it all. We go to therapists, we see the marriage counselor and we try some of the crazy stuff from the internet. [audience chuckle] Let me just tell you, none of that crazy stuff works, because none of that crazy stuff works.
We find ourselves at this sexual impasse and decide that we should just break up while we're still young and have a chance of meeting other people. But we have just spent all of our money on this condo in Boston. We cannot afford to break up. Plus, we are best friends. So, we do what any financially challenged couple in our situation would do, and we decide to become roommates. No, really, we just move into different rooms, but stay married and keep our health insurance. [audience laughter] Jeff says he'll take the guest room, which leaves me the big room that has the much better closet.
We only tell our very closest friends about the nature of our separation. We do not tell our families. Curiously, at the condo, life is business as usual, paying the bills, laundry, feeding the cat. Jeff and I still even make dinner together, bow tie pasta and salad, and we sit on the couch and eat it while we watch The Sopranos. Everything is exactly the same, except we have more room to hang our clothes. But a few weeks into our arrangement, I broach the subject of dating other people. Like, how exactly would this work now that we're roommates?
I try to imagine myself going on a date or two with someone and then saying, "Oh, I can't wait for you to meet my roommate. He's so cool. He's my husband and we're not divorced yet. But you'll love him." [audience laughter] That's ridiculous. Pretending to be happily married for our families is one thing, but lying to strangers we're trying to hook up with is creepy. [audience laughter] We don't even want to lie, but the truth is kind of weird. We end up just laughing it off. Like, what are the odds that we're going to meet people that would be willing to go along with this anyway? The odds are high. [audience laughter]
I start dating this young Texan that I work with, and Jeff also connects with a coworker of his. Theirs is a more sophisticated courtship, as they work in publishing and I bartend at a place called The Good Life. [audience laughter] Before you know it, we are each having these full-blown relationships, including sex. Things seem great until I notice the neighbors giving us dirty looks. [audience laughter] Like, anytime we go in and out of the condo, they must think something way freakier is going on in here. But we're just consensually breaking our marriage vows and dating other people, so we can keep our health insurance. [audience laughter]
But still, those looks make me feel kind of bad. They definitely make my boyfriend feel bad, because one day he asks me, "Hey, when are you getting divorced?" And I'm like, "Listen, we're doing this ourselves without lawyers or anything. These things take a long time." But honestly, I hadn't even looked into it yet. [chuckles] So, I go to divorce.net, as one does, [audience laughter] and I click the button that says "Print forms." Easy, right? Like, I figure we'll fill out a couple forms, get the ball rolling maybe, but page after page keeps shooting out of the printer and there's like 45 pages. This is like TurboTax, but for divorce. [audience chuckle]
Suddenly, this seems like a huge hassle, so I just take all the papers and stuff them away in a drawer where they stay for months and months and months. 12 months, in fact. All this whole year, my husband is dating his girlfriend, I'm dating my boyfriend. Things are fine. We go out to dinner. We go on trips. Not all together. We actually do our best to avoid each other. We even make a schedule, so that all four of us are not at the condo at the same time.
So, when I run into my husband's girlfriend at the front door one morning, I'm surprised. It's awkward. But mainly, it's because I'm trying to be so nice and welcoming, like an overanxious mother-in-law. We don't need to be best friends, but friendly, like, teammates or people that went to the same college. [audience laughter] Thankfully, she interrupts my babbling and asks me if I would do her a favor, if I would read an essay she'd written. She could really use the feedback, she says. I'm so flattered. She's a writer. I wish I was a writer. Of course, I do. What? I'll say. I think maybe she does want to be friendish after all.
Later that night, I read the essay. It starts off describing how all four of us keep a toothbrush in the same cup in the bathroom at the condo. [audience laughter] And I'm like, “Yeah, that's funny. That's a good place to start.” But then, she talks about how she doesn't want her bristles to touch mine. [audience laughter] She talks about how she's grown jealous of mine and Jeff's phone conversations, which are always about cat food or toilet paper. And then, she mentions the kimono that I had left hanging in a doorway while I was gone for the weekend, and how terrible it made her feel because it served as this reminder of a trip that Jeff and I had taken to Japan in marital bliss, and he had bought me this kimono as a gift.
Okay, this isn't even true. I got this kimono at a thrift store in Houston. [audience laughter] I am shocked. I thought she was cool with the situation. She is not cool with the situation. I don't know what feedback I can give her, really. So, I just note in the margin, "I got the kimono in Texas, [audience laughter] FYI," and I leave it for her on the kitchen table.
So, about a month later, it's a Sunday, my day off, and I grab The New York Times, sit down on my porch and open it up to the Style section. And then, I see it. Her essay in the Modern Love column of The New York Times. [audience laughter] She is a pretty good writer. But this is not the same version I had read. This version is sadder. This version is darker. This version talks about how I mark my territory in the condo like an animal. This version talks about how the kimono hangs in effigy, my cruel reminder to her of whose turf this really is. This version talks about how she sometimes hides my earrings and knocks over my stuff as her little way of letting me know she's there.
Now I fucking know that she's there. [audience laughter] I am glad that she's there, because she has taken over the part of my life I wanted nothing more to do with. She's having sex with my husband. And for this, I am thankful. [audience laughter] Because I love him. He is my best friend. And more than anything, I just want him to be happy. I just wanted us all to be happy, and I wonder why she can't see this.
After the publication of the essay, everything falls apart. My boyfriend moves to China. Jeff and his girlfriend also break up and she leaves town. It is once again just me and Jeff, alone in our marriage, in our condo. Really, it should be enough, except it isn't. I know I have to go. If I stay, nothing will ever change. We are too comfortable. We really run the risk of eating bow tie pasta forever on the couch in our platonic marriage. And so, I move out. Even though it is so scary to leave this world that we had made, I know that we need to get divorced, instead of just acting, divorced. I am relieved, but not surprised that Jeff agrees.
Standing in front of the judge, Jeff and I are smiling ear to ear. We're pretty proud that we did actually fill out all these forms ourselves without any lawyers. We have the same giddy excitement we had at the altar. The judge looks at us like we are crazy [audience chuckle] and even double checks, "Are you sure you're in the right place?" I am sure. At long last, after trying everything and failing, I am no longer afraid that leaving Jeff will erase us, that divorce would somehow devour that uncanny connection that brought us together for some special destiny. A destiny I thought was marriage, but really it was to be friends. Lifelong friends till death do us part. Thank you.
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Jay: [00:13:12] That was Sara Sweet Rabidoux-Kelsey. Sara began her creative life as a modern dancer. She's currently working on her first book. She lives in Winthrop, Massachusetts, with her husband, Steph, and their dog, Pretzel. Sara told us, "Jeff and I remain connected forever, because we are cosmically linked, but also because I adore his wife. And Jeff loves my husband." To see photos of Sara and Jeff at their wedding, or a photo of Sara and her husband, Steph, and their dog, Pretzel, visit themoth.org.
Coming up, more stories from this live event in Dayton, Ohio.
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The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. And presented by PRX.
This is The Moth Radio Hour from PRX. I'm Jay Allison. We're bringing you a live hour recorded in Dayton, Ohio, where we partnered with public radio station WYSO. Here's our host, Dame Wilburn.
Dame: [00:14:40] I was born in Macon, Georgia, and raised in Detroit. So, I have this weird combination of Southern and Midwestern. I'm Midwestern to the point that I drove here from Detroit, because it seems [audience laughter] senseless to take a plane for under a four-hour drive. [audience cheers and applause]
They're like, "We're going to get you a plane ticket." I'm like, "Nah, it's under 12 hours. It's drivable." [audience laughter] I have a tendency also to be, which I think is Midwestern, to be very punctual. I have a tendency to show up an hour ahead of things. Even when I fly, I show up to the airport two hours before boarding. Basically, what I do is get popcorn and watch other people run [audience laughter] to their flight.
Now, I want to say I get this because of living in Detroit and being Midwest, and that's not true. I get it from my father. My dad had a tendency to be late for some things, but the biggest thing he was late for was always movies. He always felt that you didn't need to see things like the previews or the opening credits. Like, he figured if we get real late, we'll just stay at the movie and wait till it starts over [audience laughter] and catch the beginning again.
So, my mother wasn't a fan of going to the movies with him because of these issues. This brand-new movie came out when I was a little kid, and my mother said, "I'm not going because I don't want to go to the movies with you." And my dad said, "Well, I'll go by myself." And she said, "Ha-ha-ha, you'll take the baby with you." [audience laughter] Because that's what wives do. "You're not going to go to the movies by yourself while we have children. Are you insane?" So, I pack off with my dad and we go see Star Wars. [audience cheers and applause]
Now, my father was late for the movie when we left the house. [audience laughter] So, by the time we bought our tickets, we walked into the movie where the fight scenes are already happening. And I, as a little kid, decided that this wasn't a movie. It was a documentary. I didn't really have that thing yet that told me this is real, this isn't real. So, I figured this is real. And so, above our heads in the sky at this moment, danger was imminent. [audience laughter]
So, I come home and I try to explain to my mother, because my father's not getting it, that we're in a galactic battle for good [audience laughter] and we are fighting the number one villain of all time, Dark Vader. [audience laughter] Now, I didn't hear Darth. I couldn't. He was dark, so I figured Dark Vader was what they meant. So, my mother's laughing at me, because I'm calling him Dark Vader and not Darth. She's going back and forth. She's like, "This isn't real. This is just a movie. Movies aren't real. This guy isn't real." And I said, "Okay, I don't believe you. He is real and I need to defend us." [audience laughter] So, my request for my birthday was a lightsaber. [audience laughter]
Now, there are those of you who think that I'm trying to get a toy. I need you to understand that in my brain, I was getting the only weapon that could protect us from evil. [audience laughter] I needed it, because this was real.
Now, my birthday happens to be the first of November, which falls directly after Halloween. So, we are in Northland Mall, walking down the hall. And around the corner in movie-quality costume, [audience laughter] coming in at 6'4" and approximately 230, 240 pounds, is some dude 100% dressed as Dark Vader. My mother has spent months explaining to me that this guy isn't real. [audience laughter] But there he be. [audience laughter]
Now, when you're little, all the synapses aren't firing, right? Your brain doesn't really-- it doesn’t know how to brain yet. I didn't have Darth to begin with. I somehow couldn't pull Dark at that moment. So, I just screamed the only thing I could get out, which is, [screams] "Ah, it's Black Vader!" [audience laughter] My mother does what you did. She busts out laughing. I'm like, "The fate of the world is not funny. [audience laughter] I am a member of the Rebel Alliance. I must protect us." So, I dive into the toy store, go all the way to the back wall, grab a lightsaber. To my disappointment, it turned out to be a flashlight with a plastic tube. [audience laughter] But I figured this dude is still far down the hall, he won't know. He's going to be so terrified that an eight-year-olds got a lightsaber, he's just going to go away. That's my theory.
So, I run out of the store with at least two cashiers behind me. [audience laughter] I get to the door of the store, and my mother is standing there, bold as brass, chatting [audience laughter] with Black Vader. [audience applause]
They're yucking it up [audience laughter] and they're having a good old time. I'm standing in the door of the toy store with two cashiers removing my unpurchased lightsaber from my hands. I let it go, because I knew two things. One, my mother was a member of the Empire, [audience laughter] which quite frankly didn't shock me that much. [audience laughter] And two, I was going to need a lot more than a flashlight with a tube on it. Thank you.
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So, the way we at The Moth introduce people is by way of asking a question. So, when I asked our next storyteller, "Tell us about a time you threw caution to the wind." She said, "When I decided to run away with the carnival." I refused to ask a follow-up question. [audience laughter] Please welcome to the stage, Jackie Andrews.
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Jackie: [00:21:57] In 1979, I was standing in the dining room of our western Nebraska farmhouse, and I was crying. I was telling my mom and dad that I was pregnant. I wanted to keep this baby, but I didn't want to bring shame to my family. It was my father who said, "If you want to keep this baby, then you pick up your chin and you look him in the eyes and you move forward. You can't undo the past, and there's never any shame in a newborn baby."
I know that he believed what he said was true, because you could tell it in the way that he cradled his granddaughter on the day she was born.
It was my father who brought my daughter to my bedside and he placed her in my arms and he said, "Jackie, here's your daughter and you do the very best you can with her. But no matter how hard you try, you're going to mess her up." [audience laughter] Yeah. He said, "We all do. But if you love her and you let her know how much you love her, she'll forgive you." That was the easy part, was loving this baby. From the minute I held her, I loved her more than I loved life itself. I knew that her and I were going to fight our way through this world. The very first fight we had was just to get out of that hospital.
It had been a very difficult birth. My daughter was 11 days in intensive care, and I was 8 days in the hospital with a couple trips to the OR. I made it out before her and I started the ritual of our life. I'd get up in the morning, and I would do chores, and then I would go off to band practice and to school and I would race home after school to see her before I went off to work at Wendy's. At night, I would come home and I would do the chores for the night and start my homework. I would learn to sleep with that little baby right here in the crook of my arm.
It wasn't easy, but I felt like I was keeping my head above water, until that wave of hospital bills hit. And they were enormous. I didn't see any way that I was going to get these bills paid off working at Wendy's. So, I went to my dad and I told him that I thought I was going to need some kind of public assistance. And he said no. He reminded me that my grandmother and my grandfather had nine children in the Depression, and they had never taken a penny from anyone. And he said, “You know, you got one kid, and I think you'll find your way through this.” I really had some doubts about that, because these bills needed to be paid, and that hospital was going to expect money and we didn't have money. I don't just mean that we were poor. I mean that we had decided to live without money, you know?
My dad was the kind of man who loved democracy, and he loved children, and he respected people who made an honest living with their hands. But he hated capitalism, and he distrusted institutions and he was scornful of a wasteful society. So, he had said that we would live on this farm, and everything we needed would come from the farm. And if we couldn't get it from that farm, then we would barter for it. We might fill a freezer with meat or build you something. If we couldn't barter for it and we couldn't grow it, then we would scavenge it. We would see a barn that was falling down, and we would reclaim that wood and pound those nails straight for the next project.
I can still see my father standing there with a piece of rotten fruit that we had gotten from a dumpster behind the Jack & Jill grocery store, and he'd say, "Jackie, look at this. 75% of this pear is good, and someone's throwing it away." [audience laughter] Then he'd cut off the bad part, and we'd eat it. He just had this way of looking at the world. And right now, he was trying to look at the world to see a way that we could get those bills paid off before I graduated high school.
You see, we had a little more than a year, and then I was going to be out on my own because my family had this thing where it said when a kid graduates high school, they need to leave home, because if you don't push a kid out of a nest, they're never going to learn to fly. I may have a baby, but there weren't going to be any exceptions made for me. I had a little more than a year, and my life was going to be hard, but it's going to be a whole lot harder if I didn't get rid of these hospital bills. That's when my dad spotted a place that was a problem out there at the feedlot, and that problem might be our solution.
You see, out in western Nebraska, they take all these beef cattle and they'll bring them in and they feed them in this feedlot and they'll finish them off to market weight. Feedlot specifically for beef cattle, and there's no place for a calf in there. So, if you get a young heifer in that feedlot and she drops a calf, well, that's a problem for that feedlot. And they'll separate that calf off right away, because there's no place to raise it. But it's also a problem for that calf, because if you separate a calf, well, it won't get that first milk from that mother cow. It's called colostrum. It's a real thick milk, and it helps that calf survive. And that calf needs that about half an hour and maybe three, four hours. But outside of that, that calf's going to die if he doesn't get it.
But my dad figured if we could get to these calves quickly enough, we might be able to take them, raise them, make some money, pay off those bills. So, him and I went to every single feedlot in western Nebraska. We would talk to these feedlot managers, and we said, "Hey, next time a heifer drops a cow calf, you give us a call. We'll come out and get that calf." And we left. I wasn't sure if they would do this, because the thing about farmers is they like to do the same thing the same way every time.
We got a call about a week later. We got this bottle of colostrum, mixed it up and wrapped it in a towel to keep it warm. I raced out to this feedlot. We got there, and there's this sickly little calf there. We picked it up. I was afraid to put it in the back of the truck. So, I held it in the front of the cab. I remember looking at this little thing, just praying that it was going to make it, because if this little calf died, all my hopes are going to die with it.
We got it home and I set it up in the kitchen. I put down this little heat lamp and I was taking care of this. We got a call for another calf. Went and got that calf. By the time we got a call for the third calf, my mom said, "You better get these cattle out of the kitchen." [audience laughter] So, we moved cattle out to the shed. And then, we just kept getting calls. They just kept calling and calling. We got about 20 calves. Let me tell you, that's a lot of work. Now, luckily, it's summer and we got some time, we're feeding these calves. But it gets to be around August, and it's time to start weaning these calves and put them on feed. And that's a whole new problem, because I got no money to feed these things.
So, we went down to the farmers co-op and the feed store there in Mitchell, Nebraska, and we said, "Look, I got this herd of feeder cattle. You front me some feed till I can get them to market in the spring, pay you off then." And they agreed. I remember bringing that feed home. I didn't have the physical strength to unload that, but I had two younger brothers. They weren't very big, but they were farm boys and they were strong as grown men and they could throw those hundred-pound sacks around and they helped me with those cattle.
By the time that school started again in the fall, these calves were looking good. They were healthy and they were putting on weight. And with every pound that those cattle put on, I could feel that weight just coming off my shoulders. But then, that calendar turned from 1979 to 1980, and it was the beginning of the farm crisis. First thing that happened was the price of cattle just plummeted. I'd listen to those farm reports over the radio and just hope that they'd come back up, and they weren't coming up. Every day, they'd go down lower. Every day, we fed those cattle cost us more. Pretty soon, we just had to bring them in.
The day that we loaded those cattle up for market, it was like a cloud of doom had settled over that farm. We loaded them up, we took them into the sale barn and you run them down these chutes and they weigh them in and you put them in these pens. All the other farmers are getting there early, and they're checking their cattle in and they're getting registered for this sale. After you get registered, you stand around. There's like this big sea of bib overalls and ball caps and everybody drinking coffee. [chuckles]
The farmers are talking. Most of them are talking about the crisis, because this end of Nebraska that I live in, it's not a rich part of Nebraska. Before this farm crisis was over, some of these farmers were going to lose their farms. Some of the farmers that lost their farms were going to take their lives. My dad was talking to the farmers, and he was telling them how we'd gotten these feedlot calves and how we were going to sell them and pay off these hospital bills. These farmers are listening, but they're not saying a lot, because if you've ever been around a Nebraska farmer, they're not really a talkative bunch, okay? [laughs]
And that sale starts, and herd after herd is just coming through this sale ring. The price is so low that they're practically giving these cattle away. I get that feeling in my stomach that it's just tightening, because my fate is marching towards me and my herd comes into that ring. Those farmers started bidding, and then they kept on bidding and they started bidding on those cattle like they were some kind [sobs] of prize breeding stock [laughs]
And that price, it went so far beyond what those cattle were worth, because those farmers were voicing their approval of my ability to try and pull myself up by my bootstraps and pay off these bills. They voiced that approval with wallets that had been emptied in this farm crisis. They didn't give to me from their surplus. They gave to me from their hearts. I walked away with enough money, paid that hospital bill off in full. I paid my dad back for that milk supplement and I paid back the farmers co-op for the feed that they fronted me. I had enough money left over to buy these two baby blue leisure suits with wide lapels for my brothers. [audience laughter] [audience applause]
Couple weeks later, I graduated high school, and my daughter and I took off out of western Nebraska. I went on to earn a college degree. I joined the army, and I was awarded a Bronze Star for my actions in Desert Storm. [audience applause]
I have been able to travel the world, and I have seen magnificent things. But a part of my heart has never left western Nebraska. It will always remain with the farmers who gave me a chance in life. Thank you.
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Dame: [00:33:15] Put your hands together for Jackie Andrews.
Jay: [00:33:21] Jackie Andrews. Jackie's career as an army officer led her to Ohio, where she currently tutors Arab students and works as a glass artist. She and her husband have three adult children, four grandchildren and a cat. Jackie's father passed away in 2010. To see photos of Jackie's father on the farm during the time of the story, visit themoth.org.
Coming up, our final story from this live event in Dayton, Ohio.
The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts. And presented by PRX.
You're listening to The Moth Radio Hour from PRX. I'm Jay Allison, producer of this show. And this will be our final story from our live event at the Victoria Theater in Dayton, Ohio.
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Here's our host, Dame Wilburn.
Dame: [00:34:51] When I asked our last storyteller, "Tell us about a time you threw caution to the wind." He said, "When I walked up to Theresa Anderson, the finest girl in school, and shot my shot." [audience laughter] And I said, "What happened?" He said, "She looked at me and said, 'I like your boldness, but I'm dating the quarterback.'" [audience laughter] Please put your hands together for Anthony Brinkley.
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Anthony: [00:35:27] I grew up in Tulsa, Oklahoma, embraced in a loving environment that, fortunately for me, was all Black. See, back then, we still had the mindset that created what became known as the Black Wall Street before it was destroyed by an angry white mob. In the schools, the local stores, and movie theaters all were run and patronized by Black people. My neighborhood then was like an extended family unit, because if you did something wrong around the corner, Mrs. Johnson would make sure the news reached home before you did. [audience laughter] If the homes down the street told you to do something, you just said, "Yes, sir," and did it.
Now, my parents divorced when I was young. I rarely saw my father afterwards. But I was fortunate to have my grandfather, Robert Ross. A tall, lean, muscled man with a strong sense of right and wrong and a strict yet gentle guiding hand. My granddaddy liked to drop little nuggets of wisdom that didn't really hit home till I got older. Like, "You can pick your friends, but your family is just stuck with them." [audience laughter]
Though whippings weren't off the table for him, he tended more to lecture when you did something wrong. He'd set me down in front of him, and push that old ball cap he liked to wear back and then begin in that slow, sonorous tone, killing me softly, [audience laughter] “Son, why you want to do your mother like this when you know you're wrong," eventually bringing tears to my eyes. I never thought of myself as disadvantaged, though I was well aware of Black and white differences, because our teachers would constantly exhort us that we had to be twice as good as a white guy to get the job and that education was the key to opening doors.
When I was about 12 years old, my grandfather and I were coming from the white side of town where he worked as a night janitor. We'd made it to our side of town when the cops pulled us over. I became anxious when they made him get out of the truck, because he wasn't speeding or anything. Now, I couldn't hear what was said at first. But when things got loud, I opened the door and got out to hear them screaming at my grandfather, that he better answer them with sir. When he didn't, and I guess because of the defiance in his stance, they started hitting him with their sticks and didn't stop when he went down.
I can still hear the sound of those clubs striking his flesh, his muffled [grunts] as he refused to cry out. I stood there watching helplessly as they kept hitting him and hitting him and hitting him with tears in my eyes, praying, "Please God, please make them stop." They finally did, leaving him bloody, battered but alive. I prayed as I ran to him, "Please God, don't let them kill my granddaddy." I touched his still body, relieved to hear him moan, then watched angrily as the cops sauntered back to their cars like it was no big deal. One of them, before getting in, turned and blew me a kiss. I will never forget that smirk on his face.
It was the mid-1960s. And that day, my ambivalence toward white people morphed into a near hatred. And later, when I began reading Malcolm X, he became my compass. And my motto was, "I ain't going to start nothing, but I will end it if you put your hands on me."
After high school, I joined the Air Force to see the world, and also because the GI Bill would help pay for my education. My first assignment after training was working on fighter aircraft at Osan Air Force Base in South Korea. Man, I loved being in Korea, absorbing bits of a completely foreign way of life, how the people in the countryside were so warm and welcoming to what was probably for them the first Black guy they'd ever seen in real life. But I was culture shocked on the base where for the first time ever, I was surrounded by white people.
The only other Black guy in electronics worked way at the other end of the building. I didn't know how to approach this situation, because my interactions with whites had never been comforting. And here I was plopped into this fishbowl where everywhere I went, everything I said or did, I stood out. I was the Black guy. It didn't help that I had to deal with Staff Sergeant Jablonski. Stocky, stern, blue eyes icy with disdain as he regarded me with folded arms and a stare, leaving no doubt that my race was a no-go for him.
When we had a disagreement about a way to solve a problem with our systems and mine turned out to be the correct one, it did not improve his attitude toward me. Our shop commander, Tech Sergeant Denny, seemed well aware of Jablonski's biases, for he made sure that he was never paired with me for on-the-job training. Tech Sergeant Denny, he was an older white guy who loved to laugh and crack jokes, but was also a stickler for the rules. And his first one was, "Do your job." I had no problem doing the job. It was just on the job that I felt so other. They had never heard of Curtis Mayfield, and I didn't know who the hell Uriah Heep was. [audience laughter]
But the thing is, we tried. I was able to start relaxing and even developed a bit of camaraderie with some of them, especially Grimaldi, with whom I shared a kindred spirit. We both loved to debate without being stubborn about our positions. Plus, dude was one of the nicest guys I've ever met.
One day, a group of us decided to take a hike into the countryside to spend the night. We sat on a hilltop smoking weed. Let me tell you, back then, for $5, you could get a whole gallon bag of killer. [audience laughter] We sat on a hilltop smoking weed, shooting the breeze, discussing the meaning of life, when suddenly this hauntingly lyrical sound that we'd never heard before drifted up to us. We all froze as we saw this procession of candlelights revealing men dressed like monks with shaved heads and long robes winding towards us, then passing us. It was like this beautiful, surreal movie unfolding before us as a sound played on, an instrument we couldn't see repeatedly washed over us. Then the last light disappeared and we all breathed out, "Wow."
I reflected on the experience the next day. I mean, there were two Black guys and four white guys on a hilltop in Korea, experiencing a moment akin to Malcolm's revelation when he traveled to Mecca and found himself spiritually joined with Black and white and brown people on a religious high. Now, granted, we were experiencing a high of a different sort, [audience laughter] but still, that moment reinforced that we were all Black and white Americans sharing the same gift.
] Later, almost a year into my tour in Korea, it was my turn to be on standby on the base, just in case there was a problem with our systems. It wasn't really my turn, but the guy in front of me was sick, so the task fell to me. The problem was I'd already planned a date for that night. So, after pacing and fretting for a bit, the young and dumb in me decided leaving and going downtown would be no big deal, because nothing ever happens at night, right?
Early the next morning, I was confronted with the error of my ways. Ray Pride, the other Black guy in electronics, banged on the door while I was staying downtown and told me that a base alert had been sounded while I was supposed to be on standby. That was my flirting with danger then falling over the cliff moment, and I knew that common military expression applied. I was in deep dodo. Ray shook his head as he drove me to the base, "Man, I don't know what you can tell them, but you better find something."
I can't remember what I was going to say to my shop commander. But when I got there and saw Jablonski of all people standing there deliberately planting on my path to the office, gloating with that smirk, the same smirk I'd seen on that police officer's face that night, all thoughts of humble power burned away. And F these white people was the only thought in my head as I marched into Sergeant Denny's office not giving a damn and stood at angry attention.
Sergeant Denny sat behind his desk with his back to me facing the wall, then slowly turned, giving me with a wave of his hand an at-ease signal. But when he saw the anger radiating from me, I could see the perplexity on his face. It seemed like a transition occurred within him. I like to think that the spirit of my grandfather entered the room, for instead of reaming me out for desertion, he sat back, then began speaking in a familiar tone. "Brinkley, why are you standing in my office giving me an attitude when you know you're wrong?" His words triggered memories that superimposed my grandfather's voice and big hands on the head, and made me think of how the one man I knew loved me would be so disappointed in my actions.
Sergeant Denny said a lot of other things, but it was his grandfather-like demeanor that completely disarmed me and brought tears to my eyes as he spoke on and on and my shoulders slumped in guilt. He ended up giving me a punishment far below that which my desertion warranted, which when word got out, really pissed Jablonski off. [audience laughter] You could have probably fried an egg on his bald ass head. [audience laughter] But I was so shocked that an older white guy would give me that kind of break that I didn't even react to Jablonski.
That moment with Sergeant Denny added glue to my budding resolve to just let people's actions show me who they are and to try not to make ready judgments based on race. I left Korea far different from the guy about whom my sister would always say, "My brother won't even wear white T-shirts." [audience laughter] I have since experienced racial slights in liberal bastions like Massachusetts and California.
I've known openness and acceptance in the double-syllable "hi" from a Southern belle in Greenville, South Carolina, and a big warm bear hug from a gruff-looking red-headed biker in Texas who fixed my car and just said, "This one's on me, buddy," [audience laughter] which reminds me of another of my granddaddy's golden nuggets that shone only after I'd added mileage to my lifeline, when he said, "Son, some books look a whole lot different when you open them up and turn the pages. Read before you judge." Thank you.
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Dame: [00:48:33] Put your hands together for Anthony Brinkley.
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Jay: [00:48:38] Anthony Brinkley has been referred to as the Godfather of Tulsa Poetry. Since retiring in 2013, he's joined the other 100 Black Men of Tulsa members in mentoring young boys in Tulsa Public Schools. Anthony says, "I am young and old, seriously silly and hate nobody." That last part I'm most grateful for, because it speaks volumes about my growth. To see photos of Anthony, visit themoth.org.
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Jay: [00:49:56] Your host for this hour was Dame Wilburn. Dame is a storyteller and writer who counts Detroit and Macon, Georgia as her biggest influences. Larry Rosen and Jodi Powell directed the stories in the show. The rest of The Moth’s directorial staff includes Catherine Burns, Sarah Haberman, Sarah Austin Jenness, Jenifer Hixson and Meg Bowles. Production support from Emily Couch.
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