But for me it is not. Harmless —— like Marcus Garvey. The sun shone on our heads. Michelle Cliff A deeply personal meditation on history and memory, place and displacement by a major writer Born in a Jamaica still under British rule, the acclaimed writer Michelle Cliff embraced her many identities: I head in the direction of Albuquerque.
The roof of the world. We touched each other, then, quickly and almost simultaneously, raised our arms to examine the hairs growing underneath.
Dalton, as stations slide over and under each other. Quilts, canned goods, recipes, home remedies, iron bedstead. I tell myself maybe the IRA will intervene. You are not currently authenticated. I recall when I saw San Quentin at night.
The s in Deutschland drawn as a swastika. Seated next to me in business class is a very strange creature. Outside is a plaque to Goethe commemorating his frequenting the place. The epitaph of Ben Hodges: The young man from room service comes in.
Shadow of a Doubt is playing on the tv. To some people it even sounds romantic. With Negroes, then, I have coined the formula: United Fruit bought our bananas.
No matter how far I travel —— how deep the ambivalence I feel about ever returning. I have found that in the true sources are concealed my survival.
We are Jamaicans and know that Rastas mean no harm. We were expected to be willing subjects in this outpost of civilization. Her English makes it difficult for me to understand her ideas. We walk along the railway tracks —— no longer used —— to Crooked River and the post office.
Apparently two men can be shown in bed together only when one of them has night sweats. Has no one heard of The Ballad of Mauthausen. He or she will have a dark chauffeur, a dark nanny, a dark maid, and a dark gardener. So easy to startle them with a flash of anger when their visions got out of hand —— but never to sustain the anger for myself.
They will spend Christmas with the family of their employers and be given a length of English wool for trousers or a few yards of sea island cotton for a dress. I think back to the woman on the street. And I was the granddaughter of this grandmother. In the gentile section are lines of green watering cans, and people are gardening.
And then I think about Rastas. The past closes in behind my eyes. Are we seen as lone riders between the rainforest and the Black Forest, the island and the metropole.
On one copper shoulder is inscribed lady day —. If I Could Write This in Fire Book Description: Born in a Jamaica still under British rule, the acclaimed writer Michelle Cliff embraced her many identities: a light-skinned Creole, a lesbian, an immigrant in both England and the United States.
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