Monday, May 07, 2007

What has been the great imperative of my life?

Professor Zero has hit me up for another meme. What has been the great imperative of my life? This meme was started by Geoffrey Philp. Professor Z's imperative:

“[The realization that] the way we do things is not natural, but is rather a constructed system, and that there are many systems. I liked the discovery that one could acquire more than one system, and move between systems.
Indeed, this is what I like. Everything I undertake is, at the most fundamental level, undertaken because it offers the opportunity to walk into a new system and learn to navigate within it.”


Mines? To be heard. Yep. Even when folks tell you to be still, be quiet, or just go away..I will figure out a way to be heard.

This is my third meme. My second one from Professor Z. And I might add this is one is the most personal for me. I learned early in life to hide myself. I learned early to play by myself, being the oldest child. I learned how to be the chameleon. I learned to escape from the crowd, become invisible, not missed, not heard from, and not seen. This worked to my advantage, especially when things would become hectic. I knew how to avoid being bothered when things got hectic. That is until things began to really bother me. But, who would listen to little quiet me, when it came time to speak up?

It was easier to disappear, as a quiet person, no confrontation. Much quieter. The downsides to the quietness, it was viewed as a weakness. Definitely ruled me out as being the most important person in the room. As the quiet one, it seemed as if I was always underfoot or in somebody's way or in the way of others getting too, or going too somewhere. And I was just simply standing there. In the way. Occasionally, I would be brave enough to bother those who were more important, or those more worthy than me a question or two. Hoping to get an answer, and not get dismissed as simply being stupid, dumb, or just a silly girl and sent away.

Tough Love. Teaches you to find answers without asking questions. I just had to listen better and watch for the answers in a less humiliating way. It taught me to learn how to be useful.

I was very useful. You learn lots of stuff by being useful. Because folks always have something they want done, that they do not want to do themselves. And being young, I wanted to prove that I could do stuff, quiet, never saying no and not complaining. Yes, I could do that. I had to do a lot of listening. Because I did not want to suffer being called dumb or stupid. Quiet ones don't want to be made to look dumb. They definitely don't talk back to chance appearing stupid.

That was until Mr. Hedges entered my life. Mr. Hedges was my government teacher. I could be invisible even at school. Nobody cared about my education. Except, maybe me. Nobody, I was just a quiet girl. Something must have been wrong with Mr. Hedges because, he quietly and long windily asked me questions! I could pass a test, no problem. But his questions demanded an oral answer without a a check list of multiple choices. How was I to know if I was providing the right answer?

My oh my, what was I to do? In front of the class, the class would surely laugh at me, and I would prove the quiet one is a stupid one. I had to say something.

A little more about Mr. Hedges who reminded me of William Buckley. It was his dark hair, his skinny face and the Adam's apple protruding from his neck. The way it moved when he spoke caught my attention. And his words and phrases made me listen. Him and Buckley both talked about stuff I did not agree with, about government and black people.

Mr. Hedges would ask me what was the significant of something or other that happened on a daily basis. I who was invisible did not even know the meaning of the word, significant. But, I knew what it meant to be a African-American. I knew my experience was not their experience, Mr. Buckley or Mr. Hedges. And if Mr. Hedges was going to keep asking me questions, I was going to have to tell him what I thought about things. They were all going to have to listen. My classmates.

It was bad enough to show up at school and hope not to be picked on. To figure out what to wear so others would not make fun of you or your hair. Being poor did not help a quiet girl. Some days were spent just avoiding being used as an example by the teacher of how unprepared black children were for learning. But, Mr. Hedges was a teacher asking me to speak up. Trapped in class, with no way out. I stood in front of class and told them what I thought.

Mr. Hedges wanted to know what my thoughts were about a subject. Carl Rowan I relied on alot, to boost my experience. All those years of reading newspapers, magazines, books, and even the bible helped too. Many of them were about African-Americans. Mr. Hedges gave me the chance to speak and everyone in the room had to listen. Boy, did I have something to say and they had to listen. This time it would not be a made up essay about summer trips I never had. It was stuff I knew, read about and watched.

It's my government teacher fault. Sure, I debated with my grandfather and several uncles, but..Mr. Hedges was different. Mr. Hedges listened. And he provided a platform for me to speak every week. Shy me.

Mr. Hedges taught me I had an opinion. And if I had an opinion, I knew other folks had opinions too. But, they did not have Mr. Hedges for a government teacher. So, I would have to put aside my shyness and my shame of being a child of a single mother. I would have to speak up not just for me but for others just like me. It was imperative that I do so. I needed to be heard.

So, here I sit on this blog. I may not be the best writer, but I know I still got something to say. And Mr. Hedges it's all your fault. Now the other part of the meme, I have tagged the following bloggers, please respond to the question at the top of the post:

African-American Political Pundit

Bronze Trinity

antiessentialist conundrum

progress at all cost

The "D" spot

Temple 3

darkStar sprouts off

the content black woman

in the midst of it all

a woman in progress

11 comments:

  1. Credo the imperative in my life has always been to find answers to questions I have agonized and thought of for many years.

    It is a journey in search of truth, it is the reason why I have broken and have even grown to despise just about every single religion on the planet.

    It is also the reason I will argue my beliefs spiritedly.

    I despised when folks play with the truth and common sense whether it be white racist or black people in the concious movement

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  2. great post. I'd have to say I share your imperative "to be heard"...man, the truth will set you free and if that's the case, I've got some truthes I need to get out...and that's why I talk to much...lol. It's a gift, but only for those knowing what to say and who to say it too (I'm working on it...lol)

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  3. Anonymous5/07/2007

    Arg I have to go to school and so I'll have to back and answer later. If I forget please remind me. I'll add this to commentful so I'll get to it anyway.

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  4. Anonymous5/07/2007

    Credo,

    First of all, I absolutely loved that post, and God knows I can identify with it for a number of reasons I won't get into right now.

    So on to your question...

    The great imperative of my life? I hate to sound like a copycat, but I, too, have to say that it has always been to be heard. I have been writing for as long as I can remember, and I have always written to be heard and read. I was never one to write something to keep in a drawer. Gots to be heard. Like you, I grew up very very quiet, except around friends, but I made up for it with the pen. Now it's the keyboard.

    And the guitar.

    Because for me, my music is just me again screaming and demanding to be heard. Because despite my outer silence (although that's changed somewhat over the years) I still don't know how to keep the voices in my head quiet. Music and writing is the only successful type of exorcism.

    Which I guess means my imperative is both to be heard and to stop those damned headaches...

    Once again, great post.

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  5. Credo I noticed that you had a post for Ida b wells on one of your other blogs. I have began to upload her autobiography in an audio form on the iternet check it out at. http://markbey.wordpress.com/

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  6. Hello Credo I have just completed a post called single mother village initiative, anyway please check it out and let me know what you think. http://progressatallcost.blogspot.com/2007/05/single-mothers-village-intiative.html

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  7. Anonymous5/08/2007

    To be heard: oh yeah! Cheers ... !

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  8. My great imperative - to write/communication or die (spiritually).

    I am so proud of you. Girl, you do you! My grandmother use to say, "It takes courage to live courageously." I do it everyday. To speak when you are not sure if you will be heard or taken seriously - you have to continue to make your way - position yourself. You are the image and likeness of God and we all have value.

    Blogging has saved me spiritually. I have met such a great community of people like yourself.

    I feel you and your experience. I was raised by my grandmother. Girl, we just have to keep pushin' and you are bloggin' to continue to work out our stuff.

    Be Blessed, Girlfriend.

    Peace always

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  9. Anonymous5/09/2007

    The great imperative of my life is to make the world a better place and to spend my life doing it. Sometimes I get pessimistic and hopeless but I have devoted my life to improving the lives of others. I have learned how to help people. I also belive in the Buddhist goals of trying to not cause suffering even though life always involves suffering. I think that even though people might always be suffering in some way it doesn't mean that they can't suffer less. Plus I'm not like a total expert on the philosophy so I don't know if I believe all of it either. Anyway, I guess I just want to be a contributor not a leech on the world who only takes and never gives. I don't know, this is a hard question and I didn't have time to set aside to think about it this is all I can answer. That's like asking what is the meaning of your life or what do you want to do with your life. I can't answer that right now as fully as I would like.

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  10. Anonymous7/12/2007

    to be present...to be in the moment, authentically present, awake, alive and aware of time, space, place and purpose.

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  11. temple 3

    tomorrow is not promised. I know you are enjoying those babies.

    I talked with my youngest daughter the othe day, and she told me that I was her hero.

    thanks for your comment to rememer to be present...

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