Childhood memories are often a mix of joy and pain. I remember living in Arkansas with my grandmother, a time that was filled with simple pleasures and the warmth of her love. Later, I moved to St. Louis to live with my mother. However, at the age of eight, I experienced sexual abuse, which left a deep scar on my young heart. But through it all, my brother Bailey was always there, providing love and support, and giving me hope for the future.
As I grew older, I moved back to San Francisco with my mother. It was during this time that I began to question myself about my sexuality. It was a confusing and difficult period, but I knew that I had to be true to myself. At the age of seventeen, I achieved a significant milestone. I became the first African-American to be hired to work in the transportation department. This was a moment of great pride for me, and it gave me the confidence to pursue my dreams.
Honest story, inspiring.
There are some biographies that are rather to extremely boring. Sometimes when reading them, you wonder why the life of that person should be made into a book? The biography of Maya Angelou does not belong to this category. Her life from the very first day of her existence was not easy because she was born with a pigment on her skin in an era when this characterized a person's identity and in the worst way possible. The experiences to which the author was subjected since she was a child are unbelievable and even more unbelievable is the way and the strength with which she dealt with them. It is enough - perhaps - to mention as an example that at the age of 8 she was raped by her uncle and for a certain period of time she refused to speak again. However, this biography, despite all the suffering and difficulties of the protagonists, is not just a sad one. On the contrary, it is a path to hope and the strength of the soul. Each chapter of this book is a new adventure, a new turn. Each page is written in such a vivid way with such polyphony that you forget that you are reading a first-person account - biography and you think that you have penetrated into the most interesting story. I recommend it WITHOUT HESITATION!!!
"It was a terrible era to be black and have no control over one's life. It was brutal to be young and already trained to sit in silence and listen to the accusations against my race without being able to defend myself."
Marguerite Ann Johnson, better known as Maya Angelou. She was a ballerina, poet, actress, a militant in the civil rights movements of the African American people, and so much more. She was a brilliant and versatile personality who told her story in seven autobiographical books, of which only two were published in Italy. The first one was "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings", published in the United States in 1969 and in Italy first by Beat Edizioni in 1994 with a literally translated title "Io so perchè canta l'uccello in gabbia"; then by Frassinelli in 1996 with the title "Il canto del silenzio".
Born in 1928, in this first book, she tells the years of her childhood up to the age of sixteen. Her arrival at the age of three with her brother Baylee in the small village of Stamps (Arkansas) will make her a witness to that terrible disease called segregationism.
"In Stamps, segregation was absolute, so much so that most black children were completely unaware of what whites looked like. However, it was known that they were different,可怕的, and in that fear was contained the hostility of the powerless towards the powerful, of the poor towards the rich, of the worker towards the boss, and of the ragged towards those who are well dressed. I remember never having believed that whites were really real."
She spends her daily life under the protective wing of her paternal grandmother - an emblematic figure of female strength - and witnesses the desperate reality of the cotton pickers:
"Years later, I would oppose the stereotyped image of the cotton pickers, always happy and in a singing mood, with so much anger that I felt myself being told by blacks themselves that my paranoia was embarrassing. But I had seen fingers cut by the small and solitary capsules of cotton, and I had been a witness to backs, shoulders, arms, and legs exhausted.".
The railroad tracks are the dividing line between two universes: the white and the black. Humanity decomposed by color. Incommunicability and oppression that see no outlet because everyone must remain in their place. "The boys" will take care of putting in order those who transgress, because someone must remind those with a weak memory how things are. Hooded faces as if cruel ignorance could be hidden.
She will see one of those mutilated and exposed bodies as a warning. Certain things are not forgotten. Maya, at the age of eight, back in Saint Louis, suffers violence that takes away her spirit and her voice. Certain things are not forgotten.
But life also offers the possibility of encounters that give a turn, and this will happen with Mrs Flowers when she tells her:
"Your grandmother says you read a lot. Whenever you have the opportunity. That's a good thing, but it's not enough. Words mean more than what is written on the paper. The human voice is necessary to infuse them with the nuances of a deeper meaning.".
And the voice returns. A stubborn voice in wanting to reach seemingly impossible goals, such as being the first African American woman to be hired by the San Francisco streetcar company. A mature voice in recognizing that sometimes it is also necessary to admit that "surrendering was as honorable as resisting, especially if there was no choice." A sincere voice because it does not hide the flaws of that adolescent naivety that leads to making mistakes. In any case, always a voice that does not remain silent. Because also (and especially) those who are confined behind a fence must make themselves heard. Because to resist is to live.