I am an insatiable reader, so there is no possible way for me to remember the first book I’ve ever finished. I can only guess. My mother started teaching me to read when I was three and gave up quickly because she realized, “this kid is fine.” She just kept giving me harder and harder books. The most influential book of my childhood was “Gone with the Wind,” which I borrowed from the Daingerfield library when I was nine. Of course it’s important historically, but that is the first book I remember thinking, “that was a mountain to climb.” Margaret Mitchell was the Diana Gabaldon of her day in terms of output. The movie adaptation was so long that when my friend Gary’s father took his mother to see it, his mother didn’t know it was an intermission and his father didn’t tell her.
I have a deep understanding of racial relations because I grew up in the same area as Matthew McConnaughey and Forrest Whittaker. I have never met Forrest because he moved to California, but I have met Matthew. For all I know, I could have sat on his lap. My mother was his middle school choir director, and my father was the associate pastor at his church when I was a toddler. It’s fun to imagine toddler me and 12-year-old Matthew. I am not name-dropping Forrest Whittaker for no reason. It is to attach our stories to each other for my readers’ understanding of my context. If you look up interviews with Forrest Whitaker, and to a certain extent, Jamie Foxx (he was a little closer to Dallas than Longview. To grow up in that environment was to hear the n-word with regularity, before Black people reclaimed it. To be who I am and to be told not to challenge authority crippled me with meltdown and burnout, but back then I didn’t know I was autistic. I didn’t know that my sense of injustice went to eleven and I would feel physical pain when Black people hurt.
White guilt tells you to hate that you’ve read Gone With the Wind and seen the movie several times. If you’ve been in Black culture long enough, you learn that it’s not a monolith. It did not age well and few novels do. But I’ve met some Black people that loved it and decided to stop hating myself so much.
It’s not my favorite, not even close. But I’m glad I read it because 40 years later I see it from a different height. I’ve never gone back to it, but I think of favorite lines, favorite characters, and smile. What I do not do is white saviorism. “To Kill a Mockingbird” is beloved, but it’s not reality. You want reality? That’s “Go Set a Watchman.” Atticus Finch is not the hero you think he is. He’s just a regular white guy. Not willing to let a Black person die, but not comfortable with equality, either.
Mockingbird lets white readers feel heroic. Gone with the Wind lets white readers feel nostalgic. Watchman asks white readers to feel responsible.
I remember so much more about Mockingbird and Watchman because I’ve read them so much more recently. Gone with the Wind is best left to a memory, because that movie is lineage, not presence. I went from feeling empathy towards racial minorities before I knew that the Black and queer political movements were inextricably interrelated. Bayard Rustin was running both at once. There is no evidence that my friend Sally Gearheart ever met Bayard Rustin, but he shaped her movement, anyway, because they were receiving marching orders directly from the top, and Sally was instrumental in Bay Area queer and feminist politics. Sally is also a huge part of my past because she’s my true north in terms of what I want to be like when I’m old. Jesus God. If you ever met Sally once, you’d remember. But I was lucky enough to see her several summers running at different parties and things like that.
It was akin to sitting at the feel of the Master.
Watching was the best education, because I could see Sally so clearly, and in a way she might not have described herself.
She was an absolute badass at knowing the exact moment to drop the hammer on a conversation. And by “hammer,” I mean how to synthesize a conversation quickly, decide action items, etc…. because she was capable of managing her own energy and deciding how much of her time that people deserved.
The progression away from Gone with the Wind is dramatic, because I no longer surround myself with people who love it for all the wrong reasons.
Stories That Are All True 