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Listening to this book is equivalent to spending an afternoon (3.5 hrs, 160 pages) with Michigan's governor while she tells stories from her life in p
Listening to this book is equivalent to spending an afternoon (3.5 hrs, 160 pages) with Michigan's governor while she tells stories from her life in politics. She starts off by embracing Trump's decisive intended slight when he referred to her as "that woman from Michigan." She goes on to say, "I refused to let the president define me. I took his insult, flipped it, and made it my own." Indeed there were numerous examples shared where it was necessary to move on from insults and political attacks. But there were also threats of violence and even kidnapping that needed to be taken seriously. She shares how her family was effected by those threats. She also shares how in 2013 early in her state legislative career she was motivated to tell about her own rape experience during a debate on a GOP proposed rape insurance. She gives advice and examples on using active listening while meeting with constituents. Her campaign slogan used during her first state wide race was based on such a conversation. A mother with a hospitalized child had been diverted from visiting her child by a tire blowout after hitting a chuckhole. So instead of commenting on hospital or medical issues as might be expected the constituent said, "Fix the damn roads." Gretchen Whitmer decided to use that as her campaign slogan. The reader does learn some about her personal life. She has remarried after her first marriage, and her two daughters are from the first marriage. It's a bit surprising to learn that she uses her ex-husband, a professional photographer, to cover her campaign events. She has even publicly thanked her ex for his campaign assistance. There's advice offered that can be applied by any of us in dealing with life's challenges. "We must never be afraid to show up. You're not going to get everything right immediately, but you've got to get in there and try." ...more |
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This is a memoir of the author's search in the spirit world to communicate with his son who had died at the age of seven. The narrative is structured
This is a memoir of the author's search in the spirit world to communicate with his son who had died at the age of seven. The narrative is structured around a description of the author's trip from his home in London to India in order to find a sadhu who can help him find some peace of mind. While telling of this travels in India he describes his efforts over the previous six years since his son's death trying to communicate through the use of mediumship. He had even taken lessons in the practice and had experienced some success, but he hadn't been able to communicate directly with his son as he had hoped. Therefore he had decided to travel to India where he hoped to have more success in his efforts to reach his son. He hoped to find a rishi who could teach him to meditate at a level to experience his son's presence. Intermingled with his accounts of his search for spiritual enlightenment the author also provides the reader with his opinions regarding elements of the spirit world such as psychometry and synchronicity. The author found on his travels that the Indians he met were more interested in his skills at giving Tarot readings than they were able to teach him about spiritual things. I had always thought of India as the land where the spiritual and the mystical are a natural part of everyday life, where astrologers and mystics plied their trade along with the fruit stallholders; perhaps my perception was distorted. (p.222)So he didn't find specifically what he was looking for, but he did have an experience that gave him a sense of peace. I had been trying to use meditation to transport myself for a brief moment of time to a state of oneness with the spiritual realms, in the sure belief that this was where Michael now lived. I had hoped that if I could just once reach this place and feel the bliss he lived in I would be satisfied that he really was safe and happy and in no need of his dad. I hadn't got there; instead, in a back street in Pushkar, the God-force had come down and visited me and poured just an egg-cupful of its essence into me and as it had bubbled and fizzed joyfully throughout my system I knew that this was enough, I had my proof. (p.241)The author's final thoughts were written years after his trip to India. His interest in mediumship has wained, but he still has faith that he will be able to reach his son after his death. The years have passed and with a lack of practice my abilities have faded. ... I know life continues on the other side of the door we call death and that one day I will walk through that door and be reunited with Michael and all the other people I have truly loved who might go before me. As it will be for me so also will it be for you, I am no one special. (p.247)The only reason I read this book is because it was the lone remaining unread book in my Kindle library. I don't believe in mediumship nor have I much interest in meditation as a path to spiritualism, thus I have no idea how the book ended up in my Kindle library. My best guess is that it was available free or at very low price and something about it looked interesting. The book itself is fairly interesting reading, but I give no psychic credit to the author's descriptions of what I consider to be spooky coincidences. ...more |
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This memoir begins with the author's enthusiastic enlistment to join the U.S. Marine Corps during the Vietnam War. He was 17 years old, but was 18 by
This memoir begins with the author's enthusiastic enlistment to join the U.S. Marine Corps during the Vietnam War. He was 17 years old, but was 18 by the time he reported for bootcamp training. He looked so young at the time that a reviewing officer asked to see his proof of age. He shares in considerable detail his experiences in bootcamp which to me seemed needlessly rough and overly focused on details of behavior and speech. Nevertheless as described here, the training seems to have resulted in strong identification and pride in being a Marine. The next part of the book tells of his experiences in Vietnam. At first he was assigned to an infantry unit guarding a military police unit which didn't satisfy the author's desire to see combat action. So when the opportunity was available to transfer to an infantry unit near the DMZ he took it. He then tells in jarring detail the experiences of combat including killing another human at close range and physical discomforts of jungle warfare. His combat deployment came to an end when he received a serious chest wound which once he reached medical care resulted in one doctor calling for a chaplain because he couldn't do anything for such a serious wound. Fortunately another doctor saw things differently and saved his life. From there the author returned to the States and worked hard on rehabilitation hoping to be able to rejoin the war. But he was unable to pass the requited physical tests and was discharged from the Corps. The author's disability benefits enabled him to attend college where he encountered considerable antiwar sentiment. At first he resisted the antiwar activities, but slowly his perceptions of the war changed. He began to see that he and his combat units were asked to fight under circumstances which made the war unwindable and thus futile. He joined a new organization called Vietnam Veterans Against the War and for a time became a spokesman for the group in the midwest region. Today the author works with issues related to PTSD and veterans of the Iraq and Afghanistan Wars. He was interviewed in the documentary The Vietnam War produced by Ken Burns and Lynn Novick. ...more |
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The writing of this book was initiated after the author won a one-year fellowship thet allowed him to pursue a project of his choice. He had fond memo
The writing of this book was initiated after the author won a one-year fellowship thet allowed him to pursue a project of his choice. He had fond memories from his childhood of his family’s visits to our country’s parks, and the 100th anniversary of the U.S. National Park Service was coming up. Thus he decided to visit one national park each month, with each “symbolizing a different issue facing the national parks in the next hundred years.” The resulting book does follow that plan, but it ended up covering much more than that. A number of personal issues are dealt with in the book’s narrative, and most significantly his mother was diagnosed with cancer. His mother died on June 30th (half way through the year). Honoring and remembering her life are part of the narrative through the second half of the year. In most of the parks visited he has a guide, either from the Park Service, or a devoted civilian, and these people give the book some human interest. The sister of one of the victims of Flight 93 on September 22, 2001 was one particularly poignant companion on his visit to the newly created Flight 93 National Memorial. One National Park Service location that I had never heard of before when was described in his description of his stay at the campground at Gateway National Recreation Area. The area spans 27,000 acres from Sandy Hook in New Jersey to Breezy Point in New York City, but the campground he stayed is located in Brooklyn, NYC. At first I thought it sounded like a bargain place the stay while being a tourist visiting New York City. But it’s infested with mosquitoes and located on an abandoned airport with a “post-apocalyptic” ambiance. Another place I’d never heard of before was Dry Tortugas National Park which is actually an island in the Caribbean off the coast of Florida. Again the camping experience didn’t appeal to me, but I suppose people who like snorkeling and diving would find the place of interest. Another park that sounded less appealing to me was Big Bend National Park in Texas. He also visited the better known parks in the system (Yosemite, Grand Canyon, Olympic, Saguaro, Grand Canyon, Yellowstone). One place that’s maybe not as well known but that I have visited is Haleakala National Park in Hawaii. But overall the book was interesting, and reading it is easier (and cheaper) than actually visiting all those places. Even at the parks I have visited his description of his experience expanded my knowledge and impressions of the place. Visiting twelve places within the US National Park Service is barely scratching the surface. There are 429 official units of the National Park System. If you plan to visit them all you need to start while you’re young. ...more |
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Is this a novel, memoir, or poetry? It is very much written in first person narrative style of a memoir, but its etherial wandering style is very much
Is this a novel, memoir, or poetry? It is very much written in first person narrative style of a memoir, but its etherial wandering style is very much like poetry. Most libraries and most people on Goodreads classify this book as fiction (i.e. a novel). For me the reading experience was one of reading a memoir written by an author who likes to express is story and feelings as free form poetry. For readers who make it all the way through the book to its end will learn that there is a multigenerational tale contained within which spans from Vietnam to USA and back to Vietnam. But intermixed with that tale are accounts of the narrator's own life experiences which include some explicit homosexual encounters. Since it's a novel I guess nothing in it needs to be historically true, but the author is Vietnamese and this causes me to assume it to be mostly biographical. I didn't care much for the book and would have never read it had it not been selected by a book group with which I participate. I was surprised that the book group's discussion of it was quite robust, and nobody in the discussion said they didn't like the book. So much for my preferences being representative of how others feel. ...more |
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The author, Mary Pipher, is a psychologist who has written many books, and in most of these books she draws on case histories from her experience as a
The author, Mary Pipher, is a psychologist who has written many books, and in most of these books she draws on case histories from her experience as a therapist for psychological issues. In this book she recounts her own life and applies her therapy tools to her own life experiences and feelings. This combination of memoir and life coaching results in a book that in addition to providing a memoir of an interesting life also provides lessons and advice on dealing with the impermanence of life situations. The author is about my age so I could experience familiarity with some of her experiences over the years and could identify with her in descriptions of changes experienced with age. Separations occur and children grow up and leave the nest. From these life experiences and feelings the author provides encouragement to seek out the light (i.e. the joy) and find it in the here and now of life. Another book by Mary Pipher that I've read is Women Rowing North: Navigating Life’s Currents and Flourishing As We Age,. (Link is to my review.) The two books contain similar advice. Rowing North said, "Happiness is a choice and a set of skills." A Life in Light says, “Deep happiness is independent of conditions.” ... “We can accept responsibility for our own happiness and look inside ourselves for the light we can always find..” (p.245) Below is an excerpt from the book that caught my attention: Maybe old age is when many of us love the sunset most. We lose people, and life crushes us in its various ways. Hope can seem like a dark star in another solar system. Yet, every night, the sun once again offers us all that it has. It whispers, "Take these coins of gold these shafts of light and these pink and orange silk scarves of sky." (p.213)...more |
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This memoir (auto ethnography) is written by and from the perspective of an author who acquired a paraplegic disability at an early age. She has a PhD
This memoir (auto ethnography) is written by and from the perspective of an author who acquired a paraplegic disability at an early age. She has a PhD in English so guess I shouldn’t be surprised by the good writing, but the narrative had me totally immersed into her world of dealing with both the social and personal issues that come from living in a nonconforming body. Using a combination of stories from her own life, similar stories of others, and providing commentary with insight and humor about access and inclusion, she makes a convincing case for ending the cultural invisibility experienced by disabled people and moving beyond the better-than-nothing and best-of-intensions approach that is common today. It’s my understanding that this book is an outgrowth of her instagram account with over 60K followers in which she has posted numerous “mini memoirs and photographs narrating life from my ordinary, resilient disabled body.” She also has a website on which I noticed that three of her essays have been published by Time magazine. She also grew up and lives in the Kansas City metro area so some of her stories involve locations, schools, and businesses which are either recognizable to me or are likely guesses of mine as to their identity. The book provides lessons for readers about ableism, medical model of disability, and social model of disability. I found it interesting that many of these lessons are told in the context of stories about her trying to teach a high school class about these concepts. Some of the push-back or lack of interest displayed by her students probably represented some of the thoughts and feelings of the readers of this book. There’s an epilog to the book that had information that shocked me. One reason it shocked me is because I had not visited any of her social media sites so I didn’t know any current information about the author before reading the book. I’m not going to say what shocked me (you can read the book yourself), but one thing she did comment on in the epilog which I will repeat is the irony that when the COVID pandemic hit many businesses found ways for employees to work from home. Many of these businesses had previously said it was not possible to do such a thing. This is an example of finding ways to accommodate non-disabled people where no such consideration would have been previously provided for a person with a disability. She also makes the point that there’s a spectrum of disabilities, and more people are going to end up on that spectrum than commonly considered to be the case. If injury or disease doesn’t disable you, old age will. ...more |
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This is a memoir by Sarah Cooper, that famous interpretive lip sync artist who so artfully brought Trump’s most famous comments to life. It turns out
This is a memoir by Sarah Cooper, that famous interpretive lip sync artist who so artfully brought Trump’s most famous comments to life. It turns out she actually has a life other than lip syncing, so this memoir is mostly about growing up as a child of Jamaican immigrants, doing the college thing, and quitting a tech career to go into the acting/writing/comedy business. She had moderate success before things blew wide open in the Trump years which then led to costarring with Dame Helen Mirren and getting calls from Jerry Seinfeld about appearing is his Netflix movie “Unfrosted: The Pop-Tart Story.” She tells more about herself than I would want to tell about myself, but at least she makes the point clear that she’s a character. One chapter is dedicated to apologizing to her former roommates for things she did. That information together with the fact that she’s been through two divorces leads me to speculate that perhaps all her exes had to be saints to put with her for more than one day. After her Trump lip syncs she was hopeful that she would have many young TikTok fans, but learned instead that it was their fathers who were the most enthused fans. Once a thirty minute Zoom meeting with Sarah Cooper was sold in a fundraiser for $15,000 which surely must have been paid for by a real fan. When the young girl who finally redeemed the prize ended up not being very enthusiastic Sarah ask her who paid for the $15,000. It was her father of course. I suspect there is some creative fiction in this memoir for comic effect, but I can’t be sure what’s satire and what’s real. For example, is there such a thing as an immigrant-to-basic-bitch pipeline support group? Whichever it is, she’s in it. Also, she claims she became skilled at lip syncing in grade school choir because it pleased the director. Could her singing be that bad? ...more |
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During the author's growing up years in Brooklyn she knew her mother and many of the extended family were among the "lucky" German Jews who managed to
During the author's growing up years in Brooklyn she knew her mother and many of the extended family were among the "lucky" German Jews who managed to escape before the Nazis closed the border. Her mother said little about her past except for occasional expressions of disappointment. The young author wasn't all that curious about the past anyway, so she didn't ask anymore questions about her mother's past. After her mother's death the author came across a photograph of her mother and aunt as young women and realized that her mother must have had a prior life that was profoundly different from her later hard scrabble life as a struggling widow with children. I was stunned by the image of my mother ... . The woman in this photograph is not my mother, I thought. I recognized her proud profile; otherwise she bore little resemblance to the person I had known all my life. The mother I knew was frugal and practical. ... But it was not just the elegance of her attire that startled me so. The most striking difference was that the woman I knew was never still. ... She was on guard, jumping at the sound of a car horn, snapping with impatience if you kept her waiting. The woman in this photograph is calm, poised, self-possessed. She is at home in the world, and in herself.Thus began the author's search and series of interviews seeking information about her mother's early life and escape from Germany. Her detective work revealed layer after layer of a story that started out as an apparently happy well to do middle class living situation in Leipzig dissolving into sad tragedy and untrustworthy friends and relatives. Her dentist grandfather whom she had previously assumed had been killed by the Nazis had instead died suddenly from a stroke and her grandmother had died by suicide the following year leaving the two young adult daughters struggling with ways to export what was left of their inheritance out of the country. Their father had died without revealing his Swiss bank account numbers, a plan to export wealth to Palestine failed when a relative kept it for himself, and a trunk of keepsakes shipped to New York was not shared with them by the relatives to whom it was sent. All that the sisters were able to take out of the country ended up being themselves and what they carried. After the author was satisfied that she had pieced together the available information about her mother's early life she decide to travel to Leipzig, Germany with her husband and visit the address where her mother's family had lived which was destroyed during WWII and is now bare ground. We both knelt on the ground, listening and breathing until words came. "May all be forgiven. May everyone be liberated from an burden of blame. May the pain between my mother and her family be put to rest, no more hatred to be carried from this day forth.They then visited the cemetery where her grandfather and grandmother were buried. Luckily the Jewish cemetery in Leipzig survived the Nazi era and is now taken care of. I reached into my pocket and took out a rose quartz stone I had brought with me from home and placed it on this grave that had remained without a visitor for seventy years, probably since my mother left Germany in 1935.Near the end of the book the author reflects on lessons learned. She acknowledges that she knows that she was loved by her mother and that her own life circumstances are blessed compared to those of her mother. However, she doesn't need to inherit everything. ... I didn't need to accept everything she gave me, like her fears that people would let you down when you needed them, or the conviction that danger lurked behind every unguarded moment. This part of my inheritance I gently buried in the Leipzig cemetery....more |
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A unique mix of neurology and memoir, this book describes brain activity caused by falling in love, and then the author goes on to recount her own per
A unique mix of neurology and memoir, this book describes brain activity caused by falling in love, and then the author goes on to recount her own personal experience of falling in love. Readers who enjoy a true love story will find it here, and unwittingly learn a bit of science while immeshed in the love story. I enjoyed learning how disparate parts of the brain become active in response to love. “By looking deep into the brains of people in love, we discover that this complex neurobiological phenomenon activates not just the brain’s mammalian pleasure centers but also our cognitive system, the most evolved, intellectual parts of the brain that we use to acquire knowledge and make sense of the world around us.”The author is a credentialed social neuroscientist who has researched the human brain’s reactions to falling in love, and she also has experienced falling in love and getting married at midlife at age thirty-seven. After seven years of marriage her husband died, consequently the experience of grief is explored near the end of the book. Ironically, her husband was an internationally renowned scholar author of multiple books about grief and loneliness. Their friends referred to their match as the marriage of love and grief. The following excerpt is part of the author's summary near the end of the book. ... love is much more expansive concept than we give it credit for. We must begin to view this phenomenon not as an isolated and ineffable emotion but as a cognitive and biological necessity, one that is measurable but ever changing, one that has the power to make us not only better partners but also better people....more |
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This is a memoir that wanders through Native American history and myth with poetic flourish; all the while being overtly self-conscious about the fact
This is a memoir that wanders through Native American history and myth with poetic flourish; all the while being overtly self-conscious about the fact that the author's one-eighth blood quantum pushes her to the questionable edge of being a "real" Indian. The author is an enrolled member of the Jamestown S/Klalam people, a Coast Salish tribe of the American Pacific Northwest region. Any children the author has are not eligible for membership—unless the father is also enrolled—because one-eighth is the statutory limit. The author grew up in Georgia, far from the homelands of her people, with little emphasis in learning of tribal culture and lore. But as an adult she has made up for that lack with a vengeance in order to reconnect with her Native American heritage. She introduces the reader to her ancestral maternal line by referring to the graphic image of a totem pole placing her great-grandmother at the base of the pole, represented by the spirit of Bear. Next on the pole comes the author's grandmother (Salmon), then her mother (Hummingbird), and finally, at the top the author herself as a Raven. The "thinning" of the ancestral blood began with her great-grandmother who in defiance of family wishes married a Russian Jewish Immigrant. Each subsequent generation continued to wander far from the tribe. The author has no plans for children but feels sick with indignation when a white doctor suggests sterilization due to the history of approximately one in four Native American women of childbearing age who were sterilized during the six year period following the 1970 Family Planning Services and Population Research Act. The statistics on domestic violence and missing and murdered Native women is explored by the book, and then the author tells her own near fatal encounter with a boy friend who was certainly not a friend. I as reader felt like shouting the question at the author, why put up with men like that? Apparently dangerous men seek out Native women with the expectation that they will be helpless, and Native women seem to comply. The author goes through the thought experiment of imagining the life of her maternal ancestor seven generation into the past, and then imagining seven generations into the future. The differences are so extreme that the future seems impossible to imagine. The book exudes a spirit of longing and sadness over the anticipated future diminishment of Native cultures, and seven generation into the future will surely result in continued loss. ____________ I am providing the following link mostly for my own future reference which is a Substack column written by a "a child of one of the first peoples of North America" in which she discusses how her people are victims of official government policy to diminish their culture and dilute percentage of native blood. https://sarahsheri.substack.com/p/chi... ...more |
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This is a memoir of the author's experience volunteering to prepare one meal per week together with some teenage boys who lived in a group home, and t
This is a memoir of the author's experience volunteering to prepare one meal per week together with some teenage boys who lived in a group home, and then eating the meal together with them. She was motivated to do this project after the unexpected death of her father who had worked for the residential home for adolescent boys. The author had previously suggested her "cooking plan" in response to her father's statement that he missed the rapport he'd had with the kids in his early days as a direct-care provider. When my dad said he wanted to find a structured way to facilitate more casual interactions with his kids at the House. I had an idea. "What about a cooking class?" I suggested. It could be like your own cooking show!" My dad loved cooking shows. … "I would even help," I promised.Her father's death derailed this plan before it could begin, and now the author felt that her carrying out the plan on her own was a way to honor and memorialize her father's life, and perhaps also it could sooth her deeply felt grief caused by her father's absence. What followed was nearly three years of weekly meal preparations with the young men living in the group home. When the food was ready they would sit around a table and eat the meal together, having a conversation much like a family, and then planning the menu for the next week. The author showed impressive patience and understanding in dealing with these guys. They weren't always cooperative and as helpful as one would hope, but over time the food won them over and relationships became smoother. Early in the book it appeared to be the story of a succession of different menus, but it wasn't long before we begin to learn more about the young men. They all have a back story of family neglect or rejection, and they face being on their own—ready or not—when they age out of the foster system at age eighteen. By end of the book I felt as if I knew these guys, and I couldn't help being concerned for their future. Coincidentally the author's three years with this meal schedule ended up also being the final years of the nonprofit's housing program. There was a change in the State's care philosophy that called for ending this type of group home. The non-profit had provided homes for hundreds of wards of the State over forty years, and it was feared that the memory of its existence would be forgotten once it closed. So this book ends up being a record of its existence and a testament to the fact that "something happened here." This book provides a hard look at endings, grief, and examples of life's-not-fair. There is no simple feel-good happy ending. Books are supposed to have calibrated worlds and endings that make sense, where heroes you root for don’t die, and boys whom you meet in the beginning — the ones who make jokes while cutting chicken and help to feed other people and keep showing up to do it again — get to be heroes by the end of the story. This book doesn’t make that kind of sense.All this book provides is an account of being present for a period time in the lives of some disadvantaged young people. It is a story filled with uncertain futures, but the book also conveys the emotion of meeting life at its tender spots and rough edges. I found this to be a story worth reading and knowing about. ...more |
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Back in the 1960s I had some Iranian classmates in college, and in the years since whenever their country was in the news I have often wondered what h
Back in the 1960s I had some Iranian classmates in college, and in the years since whenever their country was in the news I have often wondered what happen to them—particularly when the Shah was replaced with Khomeini. During the anti Shah demonstrations of the 1970s I wondered how confident the demonstrators were that the Shah was going be replaced with something better. (I had the same foreboding during the Arab Spring years later.) This book caught my attention because the author is telling the story of her parents who were Iranian students involved with anti-Shah demonstrations in America during the 1970s. It turns out that the author's parents were my age, and perhaps their story could provide some possible insight into what life may have been like for the Iranian classmates of my college years. The author's parents optimistically returned to Iran after the Shah was deposed, but her father ended up being arrested and executed by the new Iranian government for being associated with the wrong political group. Her mother was also wanted for her political associations as well, so consequently she was force to make a harrowing escape from the country along with her daughter, the author, who was two years old at the time. This book confirms my memory that there were many Iranian students in American colleges during those years. Throughout the 1960s, Iranians had been coming to attend American colleges and universities at an extraordinary rate. In the middle 1950s there were only a few hundred but by 1979, there were just over fifty-one thousand Iranian students studying across the United States—at the time it was by far the largest group of foreign students studying in the States. In Iran, there was sort of cachet connected with being able to send a child to the United States for school. It didn't really matter what school. A student visa came easily if a family could pay for it. It was a way of showing off a family's wealth and clout. (p.62)Unfortunately (for the Shah) the students also learned from the anti Vietnam War demonstrations that were then happening, and it didn't take them long to use similar tactics to call for the downfall of the Shah. Their demonstrations were against the United States government's support for the Shah. As I mentioned earlier the author's parents returned to Iran in 1979 after the Shah left the country. They were part of a leftest political group, and as I suspected their welcome in Iran wasn't what they expected. Then, once Khomeini and his allies started to consolidate influence, what my mother had thought might be an exuberant new Iran was over. By the time I was born, in October 1979, Khomeini and his inner circle had locked down power and arrests, executions, and torture were daily occurrences. (p.114)The book contains a portion of the transcript from the trial of the author's father. The book's title indicates that it's a memoir of her parents. It is that, but it is also a memoir of the author herself as she tries to learn as much as possible about her parents in preparation for writing this book. One of things the reader of the book learns about the author is that all her life she's been obsessive about feeling the presence of the spirit of her father. Her mother has referred to it as a haunting. The final part of the book is made up of excerpts from the author's diary and letters to and from her mother. Her mother died in 2010. In the early 2000s the author visited Iran as an adult in order to visit relatives and locations of family history. Considering her family's history with the Iranian government I was surprised she was willing to make such a visit. She was asked by officials upon her entry if she had ever illegally left the country. She replied that she had, when she was two years old. Presumably, it would have been more of a problem had she left illegally at an older age. ...more |
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How does one consider a region of the country that contains their family history and roots, but also contains a legacy of racism against their ancesto
How does one consider a region of the country that contains their family history and roots, but also contains a legacy of racism against their ancestors? That is how I perceive this book's task, an exploration of that question. The author is African American and was born in Montgomery, Alabama, but her family moved to New England where she grew up. In this memoir/travelog she tells of her visits throughout the American South seeking a sense of home but visiting as an outsider. Her thoughts and commentary are made from her perspective as a person of color, and she makes frequent reference to historical and recent racial atrocities that occurred in the places visited. Her pondering of untold stories has the flavor of a meditation on the South, her language at times sounding elegiac. The author is obviously sensitive to signs of racism and often addresses the continuing struggle toward freedom. Her narrative is filled with history and commentary on current events as well as frequent interviews with both common folks and credentialed academics. She starts with visits to the border states, then proceeds through the lower southern states, then moves on the Caribbean islands which she considers to be an extension of the American South, and then finally ends up in Houston, Texas. The following are excerpts from the book which I believe can provide interesting examples of the author’s writing. The first two quotations are taken from the Introduction at the beginning of the book and offers some general observations about the South and racism. Race is at the heart of the South, and at the heart of the nation. Like the conquest of Indigenous people, the creation of racial slavery in the colonies was a gateway to habits and dispositions that ultimately became the commonplace ways of doing things in this country. They came to a head at the dawn of the Civil War, only to settle back into the old routines for a hundred years before reaching a fever pitch again before receding. (p.14)I think the author identifies herself as an exile storyteller as described in the following quotation. Critical theorist Walter Benjamin once distin-guished between two types of storytellers: one is a keeper of the traditions; another is the one who has journeyed afar and tells stories of other places. But there is a third, and that is the exile. The exile, with a gaze that is obscured by distance and time, may not always be precise in terms of information. Details get outdated. But if the exile can tell a story that gets to a funda-mental truth and also tell you something about two core human feelings, loneliness and homesickness, along with a yearning for a place where they once belonged and/or a reality that has evaporated, then they have acquired an essential wisdom, earning them the title of storyteller. (p.166)The following is a reminder about the limitations of generalizations about any region of the country. The South is extremely diverse and complex. It is multilingual, speaks different dialects, and has different histories. But we do call certain things Southern in a broad way, some because they are quintessential and some because they're a marker of "not that." as in not Northern, which really means not Midwestern, Northeastern, mid-Atlantic, Northwestern, Californian, or far Southwest in general. (p.179)Perhaps the following can offer some insight into why white conservatives are so uptight about sex—interracial sex in particular. What make a secret a secret? It really isn't who knows—somebody always knows, usually a bunch of people outside of the secret holder. What makes it a secret is that it cannot be spoken about above a whisper without something breaking. Much of the South's conservatism is little more than an effort to zone where we place the yearnings that we don’t know what to do with. Every time a pastor faces a scandal, remember that. No one thinks these things don't happen, but many, if not most, think they are supposed to be hidden. And as long as they're hidden, we are prohibited from creating more loving ways of being with one another; we aren't allowed that joy on the other side of secrecy. We cannot correct the imbalance and violence that happens in the shadows with shame lashing out all over the one who is supposed to be beloved unless and until we decide the truth can be spoken. (p.198)The following is a quotation from Mark Twain that was included in this book. It's an interesting insight into how civilization must have appeared to the indigenous people when its first arrival was whiskey. How solemn and beautiful is the thought, that the earliest pioneer of civilization, the van-leader of civilization, is never the steamboat, never the railroad, never the newspaper, never the Sabbath-school, never the missionary—but always whiskey! Such is the case. Look history over; you will see. The missionary comes after the whiskey—I mean he arrives after the whiskey has arrived; next comes the poor immigrant, with ax and hoe and rifle; next, the trader; next, the miscellaneous rush; next, the gambler, the desperado, the highwayman, and all their kindred in sin of both sexes; and next, the smart chap who has bought up an old grant that covers all the land; this brings the lawyer tribe; the vigilance committee brings the undertaker. All these interests bring the newspaper; the newspaper starts politics and a railroad; all hands turn to and build a church and a jail. (p.255)The following excerpt revises the question of why so many African Americans left the South. The South has remained the region where the majority of African Americans live. And even with the declining population in the Blackest South, the Blackest Southerners remain. So the question I always ask is not why did Black folks leave, but why did they stay?I've heard comments similar to the following from other African Americans who lived through the desegregation experience. One of the difficult side effects of desegregation—and you'll hear it again and again from Black people who lived in the before time—is that something precious escaped through society's opened doors. Even acknowledging how important desegregation was, the persistence of American racism alongside the loss of the tight-knit Black world does make one wonder. What if we had held on to those tight networks ever more closely, rather than seeking our fortune in the larger White world that wouldn't ever fully welcome us beyond one or two at a time? Such reflection often leads to a sorrowful place, though not what I would call regret. Black folk knew they had to push the society to open its doors. They just didn't know how much it was going to cost. (p.318)There is the one-drop rule, and then there is the race gradations scale. In either case, darker means lower. People make a big to-do about the fact that there are gradations of race throughout the Americas, as though the one-drop rule in the United States is somehow crueler. But one thing I know is that the residues of empire, colonialism, and the transatlantic slave trade mean that no matter where you are, the Blacker you are, the lower your status, and any sort of Blackness at all can sometimes serve as a reason to kick you out, … (p.432)The page numbers shown above are from the ebook I read, but they appear to not correlate with the paper edition. ...more |
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The primary focus and message of this book is to explore the political, economic, and sociological factors that are leading to the imminent depletion
The primary focus and message of this book is to explore the political, economic, and sociological factors that are leading to the imminent depletion of the Ogallala aquifer. However, I have classed this book as a memoir because it is written in first person narrative by the author, anthropologist Lucas Bessire, who is returning to his boyhood home in southwest Kansas where five generations of his family has lived as irrigation farmers and ranchers. So in addition to learning about history of the region beginning with the displacement of the native Indians (including acknowledgment of Sand Creek and Waukesha Massacres) and the wholesale slaughter of the buffalo, we also learn about some complicated personal family history that includes a past estrangement from the author's father. But the relationship with his father is quiescent during the visit to to collect data for this book. As a matter of fact, many of the author's interviews were made possible by the presence of his father whose presence opened many doors to people who otherwise would have been inclined to be suspicious of outsiders. The local economy depends on the availability of water and everyone knows that the source is being depleted mostly by agricultural irrigation, but a whole myriad of incentives continue to exist that encourage use at the maximum quantity and rate possible. The irony is that there are many modern tools and ways of conserving water that could stretch out the life of the aquifer, but they're not being utilized. One of the biggest problems is that the decisions regarding use of the water is undemocratic. All inhabitants of the region will suffer when the water source is exhausted, but decisions regarding its use is limited to the few who own water rights. An additional irony is that about half of the population of the region is made up of a variety of minorities who are employed in the meatpacking and related industries, but water rights are own exclusively by a few whites and white owned corporations. And among the those who own water rights, the owners of the largest water rights are large corporations or individuals contracted to large corporations. It's a complicated story which can't be adequately explained by this review. The book locates the author's boyhood home as being near the Cimarron River, but I was frustrated by the book's avoidance of naming any city and county names. I grew up in south-central Kansas so I wanted to know exactly where the author's home town was located. There's one place in the book where the author talks about Haskell County as being on the east side of county where his home was located. From that I have concluded that Ulysses, Kansas in Grant County is where he called home when he was young. This book was a finalist for the 2021 National Book Award for Nonfiction. An opinion piece from the Kansas City Star Newspaper on this subject: https://eedition.kansascity.com/popov... ...more |
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This book is a personal memoir told with a narrative that is intertwined with a travelogue of a recent tour group following the route of Claas Epp and
This book is a personal memoir told with a narrative that is intertwined with a travelogue of a recent tour group following the route of Claas Epp and a group of Mennonites who in the years 1880 to 1884 moved from the Ukraine to Uzbekistan in anticipation of Christ's return to earth. Epp had prophesied Christ's return on March 8, 1889. When that date came and nothing happened, he adjusted his calculations and corrected the year to 1891. The group continued to live in Ak Metchet, Uzbekistan until 1935 when the settlement was liquidated by the Soviets. By most accounts the colony coexisted successfully and peacefully with their Moslem neighbors until they enflamed the ire of the Soviet government by refusing to collectivize. You can learn much about this group's Great Trek by reading this book, but there are other published books and articles that provide a more focused and thorough history. Readers of this book will learn more about the author's life and background than that of Claas Epp's. However, the author has done her research on the subject and her narrative branches in numerous directions to provide accounts of other interesting personalities related to this region and history. In reading the excerpts I've included below from the book I hope readers of this review can get a feel for the author's introspective and insightful style of writing which I think is an excellent example of creative nonfiction literary writing. The rest of this review is made up of selected excerpts from the book that captured my attention along with my introductory commentaries. The following is the author's description of her ethnic/religious ancestry: My mother's family are Swiss-German Mennonite, my father's Somali Muslims. (p.9)The above description is adequate for most people, but readers of this review who may share part of this ancestry will be interested in my elaboration on the subject in this (view spoiler)[ Her mother's maiden name is Glick from North Dakota whose Swiss ancestors came to North America in the 18th or 19th century. I happen to have a similar ancestry, however it needs to be noted that there are some Swiss Mennonites who came to North American in the 19th century after first living in the Volhynia region of Ukraine for a number of years. My wife is a descendant of that group. The author's father is a Christian convert from the Muslim faith, a product of Mennonite missionary work in Somalia. It's also worth noting that the Mennonites in Claas Epp's group were not of Swiss origin. Their ancestry traces back to the Netherlands by way of Danzig (Gdańsk) before moving to Ukraine. (hide spoiler)] The author uses her apparent incompatible ancestries to be a metaphorical mirror of the history she is recounting in her travelogue—i.e. Mennonites in Uzbekistan. Her own personal mosaic is described as follows. How often I've been told I'm false, impossible, unreal. Somali and Swiss Mennonite: no one can make it work. How often I've been told that everybody will look like me once time has ushered in the blessed, post racial kingdom.The following is a description of the author's growing understanding of her mixed background that was a product of colonialization and missionary work. During my childhood, people were trying to chart a path between nativism and assimilation. In their effort to decolonize they emphasized the agency of the colonized, who had roots and traveled—usually forced, in some way—on routes. By the time I reached college, this discussion had yielded to the notion of hybridity. Very quickly came creolization, indigenization, and global flows. I studied the methods of crossing: mestizaje, mimicry, and their delinquent cousin cultural appropriation. (p.208)We know the exact date of the end of the Mennonite colony in Uzbekistan. The following excerpt describes their involuntary departure forced by the Soviets. The retired headmaster tells us how the Mennonites were taken away. It was June 18, 1935. ... Eighteen trucks drove into the village. Each deportee was permitted to pack one sack of belongings. The rest of their things were loaded onto the trucks, separate from the people, except for a few items hurriedly given away, like the one inherited by the retired headmaster's family. It was around lunchtime, very sudden. The Khivans who worked for the Mennonites or lived nearby were in an uproar, running after the trucks, shouting and weeping for their neighbors. And that was the end: a community snatched up, removed in the blink of an eye, in a chilling parody of the Rapture. (p.258)One place in the book it's said they were taken to the desert to die. This book is not clear about their fate. This Interactive Map of the Mennonite Great Trek indicates that they were deported to a barren area where "there was only heaven and steppe." [i.e. Village Number 7 - Kumsangir, Tajikistan] They lived there as a collective until the fall of the Soviet Union. Many from this exile settlement moved to Germany as "Aussiedler" during the 1990s. Descendants now live in the area around Bielefeld, Germany. The following excerpt from the book is the author's description of the Mennonite church to which she belongs. It's a wonderful grab bag of singers and readers and prodigals and seekers, a miscellany of either/or and both/and. And today, if you asked me to name the strength of the Mennonite Church, I would say it's precisely what looks like weakness and contradiction, the patchwork of people brought together in such different ways, by birth and faith and thirst, to build a house of effort and care. I would say my church almost looks like my idea of utopia. And I'd have to add that on a typical Sunday, with around three hundred in attendance, you can count the people of color on your two hands. (p.292)Near the end of the book, which is also the end of the Uzbekistan trip, the author provides the following reflections regarding the trip. And was this trip my I Am event? Did I find the language of wholeness? ... I would call this trip my They Were event. For what was it that made the glow, the excitement that brought me here? I thought it was the promise of integration, of seeing myself as one, of finally claiming emphtically I Am, but instead I saw them, those others, how variously and chaotically They Were. 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This memoir tells of the author's growing up in New Zealand, moving to the United States for college, and remaining in the USA for marriage and raisin
This memoir tells of the author's growing up in New Zealand, moving to the United States for college, and remaining in the USA for marriage and raising a family. Beyond the timeline of life's activities, friends, and family, the author also attempts to describe a search for transcendence beyond everyday life that the subtitle of the book refers to as the "joy beyond time." There was a point in the book where the author describes the feelings of perceived insight that came from studying and learning about fictional characters in theatrical dramas and novels. I was impressed with the clarity with which this experience was expressed because I have been trying to communicate similar ideas in my own book reviews. Then later in the book I learned he had advanced academic degrees in Theater, and he had been a lecturer at the University of Missouri at Kansas City many years for an introductory class titled, "How Theater Can Change Your Life." No wonder he is able to articulate so clearly the merits of theater and fiction. I was impressed that the author was willing to let his wife advance in the world of academia while he settled for being adjunct professor. This role reversal from the stereotypical norm allowed him to pursue other creative ventures and spend summer vacations with his two sons. The author is my approximate contemporary age wise, so in a hopeful sense this book could be an example for me to aspire to achieve if I were to write my own memoir. But I despair at the comparison because I'll not be able to match his writing skill. The following are two excerpts from the book that I've decided to provide here to represent nature of the writing found in this book. In the following excerpt the author describes his maturing beyond the conservative Christian faith of his younger years. And so it was that I began to shift my focus from an anxious search in the forest of religion to a more restful surrender in the glade of simple trust. It was a shift of focus, not an attainment. I began to know a little of what it mean to rest in the grace of the world and breathe free. I was taken back to the whispers of the divine in the beauties of the natural world, the lives of kind and humble human beings, and to the miraculous stories of homeward return—like that of the prodigal son—I had heard in my earliest days. (p.214)The author ends the book with the following paragraph in which he ties his boyhood memories of time spent in a small white boat with his continuing experience of life today. In memory, I can still see my self as a kid floating in the safety of the little white boat. I see a time when I drifted in stillness on the glassy surface of the lake, the beauty around me mirrored in a Beauty within. I see a time when the waters seemed to rise up against me and, even with my brave little brother alongside, I felt vulnerable and afraid. I see a time when a great launch, regal in its trim of polished wood and brass, slowed down its heavy engines and smoothed the angry waves before me. And, as I follow in the wake of this Majestic Apparition, I see—even now—the sun-drenched shores of Home glowing on the farther shore. In the following link I have copied the quotations from this book and discussion questions that David Nelson shared with the Vital Conversations group when we met by Zoom with the author, Howard Martin. (view spoiler)[1. “They were both born—like their older sister—with Hurler Syndrome. Their stories are so intertwined in my memory that I cannot adequately disentangle them.” P. 12. What is Hurler Syndrome and how is it treated? Why is this important in your life Howard? 2. “With her gentle whispers and kind caresses, Rene Martin nurtured a loving family into being and traveled a short while with it toward the sun…Because of her, I found it possible, ultimately, to believe in the existence of an eternal Beloved, whose presence is manifest in all of creation, always and everywhere, the loving center of gravity of all that exists…It was my first intuition of paradise.” P. 38. What is an “intuition of paradise” and how has it evolved throughout your life? 3. “There are beloved people who come into our lives as companions for a season, and then there are those who have been there from the beginning.” P. 97 Who have been some of your companions for a season? 4. “In a sense, my brother Bryn was—and remains—the other side of my very self…” p. 104-105. Please read out loud as we listen. Did any of you have such a companion in your life, sibling, friend, or other? “As I write this, my brother is ill, and I ponder the real possibility that he will leave this life before me. Yet I choose to believe that there will be a time beyond Time when we will laugh together, my brother and I – and indeed all of us – in an unimaginable symphony of Joy.” P. 106. Update us about your brother. 5. “It became my hope, in my later years as a professor and arts educator, to offer in the classroom moments where my students could feel the goodness and rightness – and safety – of that “somewhere” else. In that sense, I would come to think of my teaching as a means of nurturing spiritual life, an introduction to the care of the soul.” P. 108. How did you get away with that in public education? Can real life be explored without some discussion of the spiritual? 6. “To this day, Sairey Gamp (character in Dickens) lightens my spirit and makes me laugh…What does it matter that there is no such person as Sairey Gamp in the real world? She arises from somewhere in the human spirit. The genius of Charles Dicken found her somewhere. So much the better for me and, I think, for all of us…All I had to so was let a film or a book take me there.” P.111-112. How can we nurture intimacy with a character in a novel or film? Can any of you share other examples of fictional characters that have made a difference in your life? 7. “I was fast becoming aware that suffering and loss were not just themes in my own story, but were unavoidable strands in the tapestry of other lives as well, universal realities in the human condition that would require all my efforts to understand. I would need a story of some kind – a really good story – to help me get there.” P 121 Do you have a story “big enough” to encompass the complex quandaries of your life? 8. “As a child and as a fledging adult in my teens and early twenties, I more often than not felt overwhelmed, rather than gently nurtured, by religion. A great flood of religious dogma and practice overwhelmed the tiny channels of my interior life…Like a member of a secret society, I was initiated into this culture by repeating words…” born in sin,” or “justified by faith,” and “saved by the blood.” P 124-125. What is the role of religion in your life? 9. “Poems—and novels and plays—were about my own inner life, my own life of felt imagination. They were also, but extension, about the inner life of every person I knew and indeed every person on the planet.” P 139 “It seemed that whereas in religion there was a tendency to turn flesh into words, in the theatre there was an instinct to the opposite—to embody ideas in the multi-dimensional actualities of character and story.” P 139. Say more about the difference you have discovered between the church and the theater. 10. “We bear our sorrows bravely for the most part and even in the midst of them look for the return of joy. It may well be that the experience of joy returning after times of great sadness can—if we so choose—prepare our hearts for the coming of the Great Joy beyond time. Our sorrow and our joy are both ways in which we are, as Abraham Heschel so beautifully put it, ‘in travail with God’s dream.’” P 187. We all experience sorrow. Why do some seem to never choose the joy that can follow? (hide spoiler)] ...more |
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The author Michael J. Fox is a well known actor who has been living with early-onset Parkinson’s disease for the past thirty years. This book reflects
The author Michael J. Fox is a well known actor who has been living with early-onset Parkinson’s disease for the past thirty years. This book reflects on how PD affects his daily routines and has reoriented his career. He also expresses his appreciation for the medical research foundation that was establish in his name. This book consists of a variety of vignettes describing various episodes in his life, most of which touch on ways in which PD has remained an ever present frustration. Then as if that wasn’t sufficient challenge he was diagnosed with a tumor in his spinal cord that threatened to paralyze him faster than PD. The tumor was dealt with via surgery, and he was given strict orders to not fall because it might damage some of the delicate work of the surgery. Then he fell badly breaking an arm. Fortunately his back wasn’t effected, but his chagrin at not being sufficiently careful to avoid the fall was an issue he found emotionally more difficult to deal with than the PD or the spinal tumor. Chapter 19 tells of a trip to Africa with friends. While touring a wildlife preserve it's pointed out that other members of the touring party don't need to worry about an attacking leopard because they can all run faster than Michael. Michael J. Fox then turns this fear of attacking leopards into a metaphor that describes his fear of the future. That's life: the leopard you see; the one you don't see; and the one that prowls stealthily through your dark places. The first leopard for me, up to this point, is Parkinson's. I know its habits. I know its territory. I know it's cruelty. I know when it's safe to get out of the jeep and when it's not.There are lessons here for readers because we are all aging and many of the handicaps PD have placed on Michael J. Fox will eventually visit us in old age. Michael’s combination of optimism and foolishness might be insights we all need. ________________ Notes taken by Brian Eshleman (G.R. friend) from this book: https://www.goodreads.com/notes/53535... ...more |
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The focus of this memoir is on the author’s life subsequent to her being diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer at age 35. Her naivety at the beginning o
The focus of this memoir is on the author’s life subsequent to her being diagnosed with stage 4 colon cancer at age 35. Her naivety at the beginning of this journey is indicated by her first question after being informed of the diagnosis, “How many stages are there?” She brings the readers along with her as she researches the medical reports with the persistence of an experienced researcher. Unfortunately, her experience is researching church history which isn’t so much help when it comes to medical technology. As she enrolls in an experimental form of immunotherapy treatment she ponders such personal questions as, “How old does my son need to be to have a memory of me?” Perhaps if she can make it to her fortieth birthday he’ll be able to remember her. The book’s narrative veers back and forth between medical and personal matters. She discusses the whole world of so-called “bucket lists.” Just how does a person live as if each day may be the last? She expresses satisfaction of being able to hold her toddler son close, but then needs to explain the concept of death after his great grandmother dies. After the burial service he asks, “But moms do not get buried?” Of course she needs to focus on more than her own physical health. There’s the whole world of medical insurance bureaucracies. Then there are the occasional callous remarks by doctors. But the author manages to bring the readers along with her with subtle humor. She appreciates friends and neighbors who chip in to help pay for frequent flights to a distant city for medical treatment, and then expresses frustration over why treatment couldn’t have been transferred to a local hospital sooner. And she still needs to deal with her academic profession while all these things are going on. She needs to achieve certain publishing goals in order to secure her tenured position. As she discusses this world we as readers learn about her father’s experience of never quite meeting his academic goals. Somehow the author perseveres through all of this. I’ll let you read the book if you want to know if the treatment of the cancer was successful. ...more |
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This is the autobiography of Alvin Brooks, civil rights activist and public servant, who is well known to those of us who have lived in the Kansas Cit
This is the autobiography of Alvin Brooks, civil rights activist and public servant, who is well known to those of us who have lived in the Kansas City metro area. He was born in 1932 in Arkansas to a teenage mother and was adopted by a childless neighboring couple. A year later his adoptive parents moved to Kansas City due to a threat to their safety under racist circumstances. Mr. Brooks grew up in Kansas City during the 1930s and 40s, and some of the most dramatic experiences described in this book come from this era. Brooks is African American, and many of his childhood experiences involve his encounter with overt racism and police brutality. He and his wife married young, and after a variety of jobs he decided to become a member of the Kansas City Police. Again many of the stories shared of his time as a policeman could serve as the basis for thrilling TV drama. He worked full time as a policeman while going to school part time acquiring both bachelor and master degrees. Again he encountered racism and corruption in both the police force and community. I thought it was interesting to note that the Black officers were assigned to the districts which were predominately African American. He had grown up in the community and had gone to segregated schools with many of the people he encountered on the streets. As many of the stories were told I got the impression that he knew everybody and everybody knew him. The stories actually impressed me as being examples of good neighborhood policing. He moved on to an administrative job with the KC School District which is where he was working during the 1968 racial riots in KC. A couple weeks prior to the KC riots Brooks had been part of a public panel discussion in which he had indicated that the KC metro area had all the ingredients that could lead to racial violence. It was not a popular thing to say at the time, but soon after when the riots did occur his comments were remembered. Those statements of his together with some of his activities on the first days following the death of Martin Luther King were probable reasons why he ended up being hired as the first Black department head in Kansas City government. There was an interesting sequence of instances described in the book of his resumé appearing, disappearing, and reappearing while the City was deciding who to hire to be the director of the Human Relations Department. The story seems to suggest that there must have been ghosts lurking through City Hall with opposing views about whether he should be hired. He went on to being instrumental in the founding the AdHoc Group Against Crime. He was a City Council representative and Mayor ProTem during Kay Barnes’ mayorship and ran for Mayor in the 2007 City elections losing to Mark Funkhouser. I listened to the audio edition of this book in which Brooks performs the narration. The sound of his voice is familiar to me, and my being able to listen to his narration was a treat. I could hear him chuckle occasionally in the funny parts. When he described the death of his wife after over sixty years of marriage, I as reader could feel along with him the sadness of the moment. After all, I had just spent the past fifteen hours listening to him tell the story of his life. In the last chapter there was a note from Alvin Brooks' daughter Carrie, and was surprised to hear it read by Carrie herself. These are pluses you don't get reading the printed text. More than once in the book's narrative Alvin Brooks told of instances when his mother prayed that he would grow up to be the man God wanted him to be. At the end of the book he returned again to that memory: So Mama, I remember you picking up your Bible and sitting in that old lime green rocking chair with the wooden back and calling me to kneel down and place the side my of my head on your lap. You prayed, "Lord please help my baby become the kind of man you want him to be." So Mama, I pray that I turned out to be the kind of man you prayed to God for me to be.I'd say that prayer was answered, and Mama's wishes were fulfilled. (view spoiler)[I obtained the audio edition of the book via the KCK Library using the Hoopla app. (hide spoiler)] ...more |
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