Dill Harris and Jem Finch eyeing the scary house of Mr. Boo Radley in To Kill a MockingbirdIt was fifty years ago that To Kill a Mockingbird hit the silver screens across America and later the world. I had read the book by Harper Lee in my college prep English class so I knew the story line. Watching the funny and terribly sad episodes unfold, the characters came to life. I was fifteen that year. A pipsqueak. I had lived a sheltered life in Wheat Ridge Colorado a lily white suburb just west of Denver where the plains meet the Colorado Rockies.
There were no Negroes in my school and none anywhere near where I lived. There were no Mexicans either. I had a neighbor who was Catholic who went to Holy Family School about a mile away from where we lived. My sister, who was much older than I, married a Catholic. My mother refused to go to her wedding. My grandmother, who I loved deeply, said all Catholics were sinners and would go to hell. Of course my grandmother told me that I was a sinner as well. I remember questioning her statement because even at the age of five or six, I reasoned that while I might have lied or done some little things that were 'wrong', I certainly was not a sinner. And then I question her about Joe, my sister's new husband. I distinctly remember asking her if she liked Joe. Yes, she admitted. I asked her is Joe was a good man. Yes, she said. Then I asked her why God would make Joe go to hell. She said it was because he was a Catholic and a sinner. Her logic. Not mine.
I heard my mother say some terrible things about Negros. Utterances so horrible I won't tell them to living persons and which I refuse to commit to the Internet. She was my sweet grandmother's daughter, the product of prejudice and bigotry. Maybe I was adopted as my brother had said. That must be it.
We had a Christmas play at my elementary school when I was probably in the third grade. Different kids in my school were supposed to be orphans who awaited the arrival of Santa Claus. My character was a negro boy. My teacher used a burnt cork to make my freckled face and tiny hands and arms look black. She coached me on how to speak my two lines in a negro dialect. I remember the audience guffawing when I spoke my lines.
Holland House Cafe - Golden ColoradoIn 1960 my mother and I went to see Psycho at the old Golden Theater in Golden, Colorado, the place where Coors beer is made. We had dinner at the Holland House cafe. I remember my mother not wanting to eat her food because the cook was a negro. It did make me wonder a bit of some of what she said was true. But I ate anyway. Then we saw the movie. That was something to really fear.
During the summer of 1963 I got to go on the best vacation of my life: a summer trip to Europe with seventeen other kids from my school district and two chaperons. We did the grand tour for six weeks. There were many memorable stops and events. I got drunk for the very first time at the Moulin Rouge in Paris where I saw a couple of nearly naked women except for pasties. We ran wild in the rainy streets of Salzburg, and we swam in the Mediterranean west of Rome. But it was in Berlin that two events became etched in my memory card.
Kennedy motorcade in Berlin 1963On June 26th 1963 three other kids and I left our group to see if we could get a glimpse of President John F. Kennedy. He spoke at two different locations on his famous trip to Berlin. He gave his "Ich bin ein Berliner" speech at the Schöneberg Rathaus (City Hall) in Berlin. We went to the other location, the Free University of Berlin. We got to our location to get a good view of the Presidential motorcade. We stood in the hot sun for what seemed like an eternity. The longer we waited, the more people arrived. By the time the motorcade arrived the sidewalks were crowded with Germans. As he approached the crowds roared with applause. The limousine got near and I raised my camera above the assholes that had crowded in front of me to catch a better view of My President. I as so excited to see him that I took four very blurry photos. But more than the photos I remember the adulation the German people had for Our President. So many of the people who lined that section had brought American flags. And they screamed in delight of the man who symbolized America. It was a feeling I will never forget. Equally amazing was the reaction of my often bunk-mate, Bill Phillips. He was a waspish little Republican if there ever was one. We lived only a few blocks apart. He, like me, was Irish and freckled, and as I later found out, gay. Only his family was Republican and anti anything Democrat. How surprised I was to see Bill scream and yell for Kennedy. He's retired now and lives in the California with his partner of over 32 years. I wonder if he is still a Republican.
We spent three of four days in Berlin. We took a bus ride into East Berlin and saw buildings that had been bombed into rubble maybe twenty years earlier during World War II. Still piles of rubble. Block after block of rubble. The sky was blue and the landscape was so blah and devoid of color. It was like a movie. Only it was real. I think it was the same night we went to a movie theater on the Kurfürstendamm. We watched To Kill a Mockingbird but we listened to it in German. No matter what language you heard, the story was so easy to understand. The imagery as I said before is etched into my memory. The images of 1930s south. Of poverty and of privilege. Of Scout and Jem and Boo Radley. Of Atticus Finch defending an innocent black man accused of violating a white girl. Of intolerance and prejudice. Of a lynch mob.
My exposure to non-whites was very limited. I am thankful that my high school college prep and civil studies teachers opened my eyes and my heart to accepting a wider universe than my parents or grandparents were willing to accept.
I am glad I voted with my feet and left the big city of Denver (big to me, at least). I moved to a place where One Human Family is the motto. There is no place like home, especially if home is Key West.
If you are not busy tonight the USA television network is showing To Kill a Mockingbird at 8:00 PM eastern in honor of the movie's fiftieth anniversary. It is well worth watching even if you saw it before.
