Funeral Diva by Pamela Sneed
Author:Pamela Sneed [Sneed, Pamela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: City Lights Publishers
Published: 2020-06-15T00:00:00+00:00
EPILOGUE:
Twenty years later I received a call from Gregg Bordowitz who asked
me to read poetry at a tribute to Other Countries at the Whitney Museum.
Without knowing our relationship, he asked me to speak about Donald Woods.
âHe was one of my best friends,â I said.
At the tribute, I read David Frechetteâs poem, âJe Ne Regrette Rienâ
as well as Essex Hemphillâs, âWhen My Brother Fell.â
I also read Donald Woodsâs poem, âPrescription.â
I read an inscription Donald had written to me
on the inside cover of Brother to Brother, a Black gay male anthology:
Dear Pamela,
Thank you for appreciating the love of brothers for brothers.
Love is the light of the world.
When I finished there wasnât a dry eye.
Later in an unfinished poem I would describe that moment
As I imagined a soldier would,
âI had to go back to the warfront, to reconstruct his body parts,
and bring him home.â
And I felt like Alex Haley finally closing a chasm,
a great divide in his soul
having put my brother to proper rest.
There are many things to update, since Rodney King,
at this time the number of police killings has increased against Black men
and reached crisis proportions.
I do not believe as some writers do that this violence is new, only
the cameras are. America is imploding
from crimes of the past.
Those of us who are left from that Black lesbian and gay literary
scene still write.
After a period of silence
we are finally able to process
and writing about that time has begun to flourish.
Documenting the lives of Black lesbians and gays who died
of AIDS and cancer is part of my lifeâs work.
I am a professor.
I feel often like the daughter of Kizzy in Roots who returns
to the grave of her father the famous runaway
Kunta Kinte.
In defiance, she scratches off his slave name Toby on a wooden marker
and writes his preferred and biological name Kunta Kinte
as if to say as I am saying now, we are still here.
Donâs son Baby Max is a young man like his father
He has become a visual artist.
He still struggles with the loss of his fathers to AIDS.
There is a picture of Donald and me at a gay pride event in March 1991.
He is holding my waist and we are looking out and smiling.
At present, I am in love. One day at a time.
Some days I look at her and wish like Alex Haley after a lifelong
search,
I could shout âI found you. Finally, I found you.â
This piece took fifteen years to write.
I am tired.
I can feel the hands of Donald, Don Reid, David Frechette,
Rory Buchanan, Bert Hunter, Alan Williams, Audre Lorde,
Pat Parker, Marlon Riggs, Essex Hemphill, and Assotto Saint pushing me
across the finish line.
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