She had us from the opening notes.
Dr. Maya Angelou began her “afternoon conversation” yesterday at SIUE by singing the words “When it looked like the sun wasn't going to shine anymore, God put a rainbow in the clouds.” On the word “rainbow,” she soulfully dropped her voice down to this deep, lower register, and when she did...oh, oh, my.
Somewhere in the black bottom of that song, Angelou was invoking and invocating all kinds of African American cultural and expressive traditions. Beginning with that low-down rainbow and moving throughout the presentation, we watched Maya Angelou being Maya Angelou, which is to say we were witnessing this elder, captivating black woman marvelously adapting the personas of a poet, storyteller, teacher, blues singer, preacher, and testifier.
Her performance seemed to confirm Eugene B. Redmond’s introductory remarks concerning an observation made years ago by author Alex Haley: “Maya Angelou might be six people.” Six people, hunh? Ok, how about these?
With such wit and wisdom, she was passing as Toni Morrison. All that bravado on stage, she was like Nikki Giovanni, Oprah Winfrey, or, to take it there, Beyonce even. Maybe just maybe, with all that radiance, she was a blueprint of, let’s see, Michelle Obama at 81.
We currently have this exhibit Eighty Moods of Maya Angelou up in the library, and even with all the images, when I consider the whole of Lovejoy Library's EBR Collection, I keep telling folks, "and this is just the tip of the iceberg."
As I thought of Angelou's presentation in the context of African American performance and expressive traditions, I was raising a similar sentiment: just the tip of the iceberg, just the tip of the iceberg.
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Well said, Professor H.!
And even from a distance, far back to the wall of the Meridian Ballroom, I felt close to her. The voice so familiar, maybe I can add a "seventh" person...Annie Louise Little. Not famous to most, but eminent in my world-space as mother, matriarch, nurturer, and teacher. She embraced us with smiles and tears that could fill some of the emptiest of voids. And so did Mother Maya. We remember today; we'll remember tomorrow. This is a promise only rainbows from God can keep.
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