were not permitted to speak. They might have demandedthat the men <strong>of</strong> the church notice Earth.Which always leads to revolution. In fact, everyonehas known this for a very long time. For the other,more immediate and basic reason my mother and theother women were not permitted to speak <strong>in</strong> churchwas that the Bible forbade it. And it is forbidden <strong>in</strong>the Bible because, <strong>in</strong> the Bible, men alone are sanctionedto own property, <strong>in</strong> this case, Earth itself. Andwoman herself is property, along with the asses, theoxen, and the sheep.I can imag<strong>in</strong>e some latter day Jezebel <strong>in</strong> our community(Jezebel apparently practiced a Goddess-centered,pagan religion one <strong>of</strong> those the God <strong>of</strong> the OldTestament is always try<strong>in</strong>g to wipe out) hav<strong>in</strong>g thenerve to speak up about be<strong>in</strong>g silenced. And thesmugness with which our un<strong>in</strong>spir<strong>in</strong>g and <strong>in</strong>differentlytra<strong>in</strong>ed m<strong>in</strong>ister, Reverend Whisby, might havedirected her to a passage from the New Testamentthat is attributed to Sa<strong>in</strong>t Paul: "Let women keep silence<strong>in</strong> the churches." He would run his pudgy f<strong>in</strong>gerunderneath the sentence, and she would read itand feel thoroughly put down. For God wrote theBible, she would have been persuaded; and everyAlice with mother, M<strong>in</strong>nie Lou Walker, 1979I could not seehow my parentshad s<strong>in</strong>ned...I didnot see that theywere evil, thatthey should becursed becausethey were black,because mymother was awoman. Theywere as <strong>in</strong>nocentas trees, I felt.word, even every word about murder<strong>in</strong>g the suckl<strong>in</strong>gbabies <strong>of</strong> your enemies and steal<strong>in</strong>g all theirworldly goods, was Truth.I remember go<strong>in</strong>g with my mother to get waterfrom the spr<strong>in</strong>g. What is a spr<strong>in</strong>g? Many will ask, justas I did. It is a place <strong>in</strong> the earth where water justbubbles up, pure and sweet. You don't ask for it, youdon't put it there. It simply appears. There was onedown the hill from our house, <strong>in</strong> a quiet grove <strong>of</strong>trees. Someone years before had put a piece <strong>of</strong> aterra-cotta culvert around it, with a notch <strong>in</strong> the lipfor overflow. We'd dip our battered alum<strong>in</strong>um buckets<strong>in</strong> the shallow well, always careful to spot wherethe crawfish might be hid<strong>in</strong>g, and perhaps sit for am<strong>in</strong>ute before trudg<strong>in</strong>g back up the hill. How onearth did the crawfish get <strong>in</strong> there? I'd ask. They arealways <strong>in</strong> healthy spr<strong>in</strong>gs, was the answer. Yes, butwhy? I don't know, that's just the way it is.But why is that the way it is? Where did they comefrom? There were no other crawfish for miles around.I never saw them <strong>in</strong> the creek, for <strong>in</strong>stance, where mybrothers and I waded. This was a mystery that wasnot expla<strong>in</strong>ed by my mother's f<strong>in</strong>al exasperated"God brought them."I was happier with my father's explanation: "Wellyou see, these crawfishes used to live over 'roundBuckhead, but it just got too goldarn hot on account<strong>of</strong> all them fires the lumber company makes clean<strong>in</strong>gup the slag...so they held a crawfish convention,k<strong>in</strong>da like our revivals, and they resolved to moveEast. So they traveled and they traveled and one daythey came to this place where there was this prettylittle girl sitt<strong>in</strong>g look<strong>in</strong>g down <strong>in</strong> the water. And youknow crawfish love to be looked at, so..." In fact, neither<strong>of</strong> my parents knew how the crawfish got <strong>in</strong>tothe spr<strong>in</strong>g.On the one hand I could stra<strong>in</strong> to imag<strong>in</strong>ea large white man <strong>in</strong> a white robe—unfortunatelyreal-life white men <strong>in</strong> robes belongedto the Ku Klux Klan—lov<strong>in</strong>glycarry<strong>in</strong>g two t<strong>in</strong>y crawfish down the hill toplace them <strong>in</strong> our spr<strong>in</strong>g, or I could fantasizeabout the stouthearted crawfish pioneersleav<strong>in</strong>g Buckhead with their SearsRoebuck Catalog, crawfish-size, suitcases.Because <strong>of</strong> the crim<strong>in</strong>al exploitation <strong>in</strong>herent<strong>in</strong> the sharecropp<strong>in</strong>g system-<strong>in</strong>which the landowner controlled land,seeds, and tools, as well as records <strong>of</strong> account,sharecroppers were <strong>of</strong>ten worse <strong>of</strong>fthan slaves, which was the po<strong>in</strong>t. Sharecropp<strong>in</strong>gwas the former slave owners' revengeaga<strong>in</strong>st black people for hav<strong>in</strong>g atta<strong>in</strong>edtheir freedom. It is no wonder thatunder such complete subjugation and outrightterrorism that <strong>in</strong>cluded rape, beat<strong>in</strong>gs,burn<strong>in</strong>gs, and be<strong>in</strong>g thrown <strong>of</strong>f theland, along with the entrenched Southerncustom <strong>of</strong> lynch<strong>in</strong>g, people like my parentssought succor from any God they wereforced to have. The idea that as descendants<strong>of</strong> Africans and Native <strong>Am</strong>ericansand Europeans—Scottish and Irish—on both mymother's and my father's side, they might have hadtheir own ancient Gods, or that as free human be<strong>in</strong>gsthey might choose a God uniquely perceived bythemselves, never entered their m<strong>in</strong>ds, except negatively.The "heathen" from whom they were descendedknew noth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>of</strong> salvation, they were warned <strong>in</strong>church, and any God except the one <strong>in</strong> the Bible wasjust another illusion produced by Satan, designed tokeep them out <strong>of</strong> heaven. Satan: always described asevil, <strong>in</strong> color, black or red. African or Native <strong>Am</strong>erican?Never admitted to be also a son <strong>of</strong> God, made$820 O N THE ISSUES • Spr<strong>in</strong>g 1997
also <strong>in</strong> the image <strong>of</strong> his creator, just the shadow side<strong>of</strong> him. And yet everyone <strong>in</strong> our family and <strong>in</strong> ourchurch understood <strong>in</strong>st<strong>in</strong>ctively who Satan was. Hewas the other side <strong>of</strong> "the son <strong>of</strong> God" we always saw<strong>in</strong> the white people around us. Never did we see"Jesus" among those who <strong>in</strong>sisted we worship him.Only Judas, and every day."Pagan" means "<strong>of</strong> the land, country dweller, peasant,"all <strong>of</strong> which my family was. It also means a personwhose primary spiritual relationship is with Natureand the Earth. And this, I could see, day to day,was true not only <strong>of</strong> me but <strong>of</strong> my parents; but therewas no way to ritually express the magical <strong>in</strong>timacywe felt with Creation without be<strong>in</strong>g accused <strong>of</strong>, andridiculed for, <strong>in</strong>dulg<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> heathenism, that otherword for paganism. And Christianity, we were <strong>in</strong>formed,had fought long and hard to deliver us fromthat. In fact, millions <strong>of</strong> people were broken, physicallyand spiritually, literally destroyed, for nearlytwo millennia, as the orthodox Christian Church"saved" them from their traditional worship <strong>of</strong> theGreat Mystery they perceived <strong>in</strong> Nature.N THE SIXTIES MANY OF US SCARED OUR PARENTS1pr<strong>of</strong>oundly when we showed up dressed <strong>in</strong>our "African" or "Native <strong>Am</strong>erican" or"Celtic" clothes. We shocked them by wear<strong>in</strong>gour hair <strong>in</strong> its ancient naturalness. They saw usturn<strong>in</strong>g back to someth<strong>in</strong>g they'd been taughtto despise, and that by now they activelyfeared. Many <strong>of</strong> our parents had been taught that theworld was only two or three thousand years old, andthat spiritually civilized life began with the birth <strong>of</strong>Jesus Christ. <strong>Their</strong> only hope <strong>of</strong> enjoy<strong>in</strong>g a better existence,after a lifetime <strong>of</strong> crush<strong>in</strong>g toil and persistentabuse, was to be as much like the longhaired rabbifrom a small Jewish sect <strong>in</strong> a far-<strong>of</strong>f desert, as possible:then, by the Grace <strong>of</strong> His father, who owned Heaven,they might be admitted there, after death. It would besegregated, <strong>of</strong> course. Who could imag<strong>in</strong>e anyth<strong>in</strong>gdifferent? But perhaps Jesus Christ himself would bepresent, and would speak up on their behalf. After all,these were black people who were raised never to looka white person directly <strong>in</strong> the face.I th<strong>in</strong>k now, and it hurts me to th<strong>in</strong>k it, <strong>of</strong> how tormentedthe true believers <strong>in</strong> our church must havebeen, wonder<strong>in</strong>g if, <strong>in</strong> heaven, Jesus Christ, a whiteman, the only good one besides Santa Claus andAbraham L<strong>in</strong>coln they'd ever heard <strong>of</strong>, would deignto sit near them.The water we collected had many uses. We drankit, we washed dishes, clothes, and ourselves with it.We watered our livestock and my mother's vegetableand flower gardens.On Saturday night everyone <strong>in</strong> my family bathedfrom head to toe, even though this meant half a dayspent carry<strong>in</strong>g pails <strong>of</strong> water up a steep hill. The waterwas heated <strong>in</strong> the big black wash pot <strong>in</strong> the yard. OnSunday morn<strong>in</strong>g we rose, washed our faces, had ahearty breakfast, and went <strong>of</strong>f to church. As the smallest,I was bathed by my mother, dressed by my mother,fed by my mother, and wedged <strong>in</strong>to the front seat <strong>of</strong>our secondhand blue-and-cream Packard between mymother and father. They had worked hard all week forthe landowner's benefit; this was their only time <strong>of</strong>pleasure, <strong>of</strong> rest, other than an occasional Saturdaynight film at the local picture show. We spent most <strong>of</strong>the day <strong>in</strong> church, listen<strong>in</strong>g to the m<strong>in</strong>ister, who stoodon the carpet<strong>in</strong>g my mother had laid and read fromthe Bible I had dusted. Sometimes there were wonderfulstories: Daniel <strong>in</strong> the Lion's Den. The Three WiseMen. David and Goliath. The Life <strong>of</strong> Christ.Everybody loved Jesus Christ. We recognized himas one <strong>of</strong> us, but a rebel and revolutionary, consistentlyspeak<strong>in</strong>g up for the poor, the sick, and the discrim<strong>in</strong>atedaga<strong>in</strong>st, and go<strong>in</strong>g up aga<strong>in</strong>st the bossmen: theorthodox Jewish religious leaders and rich men <strong>of</strong> hisday. We knew that people who were really like Jesuswere <strong>of</strong>ten lynched. I liked His gift for storytell<strong>in</strong>g. Ialso loved that, after Moses and Joshua, he is thegreatest magician <strong>in</strong> the Bible. He was also, I realizedlater, a fabulous masseur, heal<strong>in</strong>g by the power <strong>of</strong>touch and the lay<strong>in</strong>g on <strong>of</strong> hands. Much later still Ilearned he could dance! This quote from The Acts <strong>of</strong>John, from the Gnostic Gospels, is worth remember<strong>in</strong>g:"To the Universe belongs the dancer. He whodoes not dance does not know what happens. Now ifyou follow my dance, see yourself <strong>in</strong> me."But basically, accord<strong>in</strong>g to the Scriptures: We hads<strong>in</strong>ned. I did not know then that the root <strong>of</strong> the word"s<strong>in</strong>" means "to be." Woman was the cause. All <strong>of</strong>our life we must suffer just because we existed.Worthless, worthless us. Luckily enough, we woulddie, but even then only a very small number <strong>of</strong> uswould get <strong>in</strong>to heaven. There was hell, a pit <strong>of</strong> eternallyburn<strong>in</strong>g fire, for the vast majority.Where was hell? I wanted to know. Under theground, I was <strong>in</strong>formed. It was assumed most <strong>of</strong> thewhite people would be there, and therefore it wouldbe more or less like here. Only fiery hot, hotter thanthe sun <strong>in</strong> the cotton field at midday. Nobody wantedto go there.I had a problem with this doctr<strong>in</strong>e at a very earlyage: I could not see how my parents had s<strong>in</strong>ned. Eachmonth my mother had suffered from what I wouldlater recognize, because I unfortunately <strong>in</strong>herited it,as bad premenstrual syndrome. At those times hertemper was terrible; the only safe th<strong>in</strong>g was to stayout <strong>of</strong> her way. My father, slower to anger, wasnonetheless a victim <strong>of</strong> sexist ideology learned fromhis father, the society and the church, which meant Ibattled with him throughout childhood, until I lefthome for good at 17. But I did not see that they wereevil, that they should be cursed because they wereblack, because my mother was a woman. They wereas <strong>in</strong>nocent as trees, I felt. And, at heart, generousand sweet. I resented the m<strong>in</strong>ister and the book heread from that implied they could only be "saved" byconfess<strong>in</strong>g their s<strong>in</strong> and accept<strong>in</strong>g suffer<strong>in</strong>g anddegradation as their due, just because a very longtime ago a snake had given a white woman an appleand she had eaten it and generously given a bite toher craven hearted husband. This was <strong>in</strong>sult<strong>in</strong>g toSpr<strong>in</strong>g 1997 • O N THE ISSUES 21