I know what it’s like when you don’t have
family. My father and mother split up when I was two and I grew up mostly in
Maryland with an aunt and uncle. They were kind but the kids didn’t want me
there. I can’t even call them cousins because they rattled me so much. Lit out
as soon as I could and got married at 17. That didn’t last long, but at least I
was free.
Came up here to New York with my fella,
who brought me out to Brooklyn. I liked Brooklyn but he liked to drink and
stopped coming home nights, then at all. I just thank my lucky stars we didn’t
have children.
Wound up here because they needed a
housekeeper, and I like keeping house and cooking. Maybe all those years of
wanting to belong somewhere.
When I see kids come through here, I
always try to make ‘em feel welcome. Even the bad ones have some kind of reason
to be, I think. And after a while they all break down and cry for home,
especially if there isn’t one.
Harriet’s a sad case, which is why she
picks fights all the time. Somehow or other she’s managed to befriend little
Judy, who knows why. Manuela, she’s a deep one, though I know her parents must
be Communists. They don’t know the problems they’re causing her, or they’d stop
what they’re doing. At least I hope they’d stop.
What I didn’t bargain for was how strong
she’d get with Ruby around. That little girl came in here and the next thing
you know, the world is at sixes and sevens and everything’s turned around.
Hunger strikes and Gandhi, Lord, Lord, Lord! Who knows what she’s going to do
next.
I think they figured it out, best thing
is to get her out of here. Nothing like a community organizer in the making to
cause trouble. And that Manuela’s leading her on, no doubt. Though when they
sang “We Shall Overcome” I confess it got to me. Nearly started crying myself
when Harriet started bawling.
It’s a beautiful song, sad and spiritual.
Makes you feel if you put your mind to it, you really could accomplish
something. Change the world, maybe? Who knows. If I was somewhere else, if
these girls weren’t my charges and I wasn’t the housekeeper in a children’s
home… well. I might have started singing with them.
But songs like that are too dangerous to
sing. Make you think you have power, when in fact most of us are sitting ducks.
We need to go along to get along, I promise you. And fighting it won’t make you
a winner, it’ll just make you sore.
I don’t think these girls have learned
that yet. But they will. Takes time, I guess. But they will.
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