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Before Bayley became Program Director of HAM – here are her stories

A Utopia in My Heart (Ending)

On Saturday, Alicia went with Tessie to the river. Alicia had a lot of questions, but no answers. She decided to ask Tessie.

            “Tessie, do you still think there is a utopia in my heart?” she asked.

            “Yes, Alicia, I do. Just because the world isn’t a utopia, does not mean that your heart cannot be one.”

            “The world is far from perfect, I don’t understand how my heart is a utopia,” Alicia wondered.

            “Believe in yourself. The river is a sign from God, but you have to believe it.”

            “I believe it with my whole heart, mind, and soul!” Alicia shouted to God.

            “Is it okay with you that the world isn’t perfect?” Tessie asked.

            “Yes, I’m okay with my heart being perfect, and not the world.” Alicia hugged her friend, and never forgot the wisdom of Mrs. Robinson.

            When Alicia went at home at night, she realized that the world isn’t what you think it is, but what it is meant to be.

            She prayed for Mrs. Robinson and that someday there would be no discrimination in the world ever again.  She remembered that whenever she began to doubt her utopia again, and it stayed with her forever. Alicia remained friends with Tessie, and began to realize that not all white people hate blacks. She also began to believe in herself more, and not to judge people. Alicia continued to go to Lakeview Elementary with Tessie, and realized that friends can help you get out of problems, but you still have to believe in yourself.

 

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THE END!

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A VERY VERY SPECIAL THANK YOU TO BAYLEY P, WHO CREATED THIS STORY AND DECIDED TO SHARE IT WITH OUR VOICE4SOCIETY BLOG.

We hope that you liked our RealLife 2.0 Series : A Utopia in My Heart.

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We will hear from her again later on this summer with another fantastic series.

 

 

If you want to contact Bayley P. you may do so in the following ways:

 

http://creativecatsblog.blogspot.com/ (the URL to my Creative Writing Blog that she runs with a friend)
https://www.facebook.com/pages/Creative-Cats-Blog-A-Blog-About-Creative-Writing/297003413649119 (URL of Facebook Page for her Creative Writing Blog)

 

[[ Thanks again for dropping by. As always :: Happy Reading! ]]

A Utopia in My Heart (Part Six)

Her parents then told her that she passed a test that allowed her to attend a white school called Lakeview Elementary permanently. She would start tomorrow, and was one of five girls to pass the test. She would attend the school with Tessie.

            “Momma, I’m so excited!” Alicia hugged her tightly.

            “Darling, there might be some people who will say nasty things to you about your race, but don’t let that bother you,” Poppa reminded her gently.  

            “Yes, Poppa,” Alicia nodded in understanding.

            She didn’t really understand him completely, but she didn’t want to bother him anymore.

            The next day, Alicia walked to her new school with Tessie. When they arrived there was a mob of mostly angry whites.

            “Go back to where you belong!” some white bystanders shouted at them.

            Alicia and Tessie ignored them.

            “They don’t even understand us,” a white man taunted them.

            “Hey, leave those poor girls alone!” a white woman shouted.

            Tessie and Alicia looked up surprised to find that Mrs. Robinson was the speaker.

            “How did you know we were here?” Tessie asked.

            “A white man told me a parable about being cautious about how a lot of white people don’t like the colored,” she explained.

            “What was the parable?” Tessie asked.

            “A black man was walking into a black school picking up his daughter, when he was stopped by some white people saying nasty things to him, “Go home to Africa!” a tall gentleman in his thirties named Thomas said. “Stop sending your daughter to school and go work on a plantation!” a gentleman in his early fifties named Nathan said. “Yea, you’re a slave mister, you were born to be a slave and will die a slave!” a gentleman in his seventies named Derek shouted.  Now, these white people were his “friends” yesterday. They told him they would help him get a job, since they heard he lost his job two months ago, and still didn’t find any work. They offered him a job of protesting against discrimination, and drawing a parallel between the murder of Emmett Till and what is happening today, “Mrs. Robinson told the girls the parable using a southern black accent to make it more authentic.

Alicia turned to the white bystanders. 

          “            We are different, but aren’t we all?” Alicia told them.

“I wish you would see us who we are inside instead of what we look like,” Tessie explained her personal feelings to them.

Mrs. Robinson addressed the girls, “You are both right, but many people judge only by our looks, and not by our actions, which matters more”.

            “I don’t understand, Mrs. Robinson,” Alicia expressed.

            “I will ask you a question first, and then have you answer it. Did you ever hear the phrase, “Actions Speak Louder Than Words”? Mrs. Robinson questioned Alicia.

            “Yes, I did, Mrs. Robinson.”

            “Well, what matters is what is on the inside, and not what is on the outside. We can change how we act towards other people, but we can’t change our outward appearance. If you continue being nice to the ones who are mean to you, then they will change. Remember it takes a long time sometimes. I wish people would define who you are by what you are doing to help people, and not by what you appear to be on the exterior,” she explained.

            “Mrs. Robinson, I always thought the world was a utopia in my heart, but chaos is around me. How can there be a utopia in my heart, but not around me?” Alicia asked.

            “Dear, I know it is somehow hard to understand, but it is possible for your heart to be in order, but the world to be a messed up place.  It’s not a bad thing though, because you are happy with yourself, and sometimes you need a utopia in your heart to help you get through the problems of the outside world.”

            “You are very wise indeed, and I’m happy I met you,” Alicia embraced Mrs. Robinson.

            They said goodbye to Mrs. Robinson, and thanked her.

A Utopia in My Heart (Part Five)

Alicia was walking home from school with Tessie, when a white woman stopped them.

            “Oh, hello honey, “a white woman addressed Alicia

            “Hello,” she answered shyly.

 “My name is Mrs. Robinson and both of you girls are invited over my house for tea. How does that sound?”

            “I’m sorry, but we have to ask our parents,” Alicia answered for them.

            “I don’t have a poppa,” Tessie began to wail.

            “It’s okay, little girl,” Mrs. Robinson comforted her and put her arms around her.

            “My name is Tessie and this is Alicia,” she said in surprise.

            “Well, you ask your guardians, and meet me by the river tomorrow,” Mrs. Robison told them.

            “What if we can’t make it?” Alicia asked.

            “Well if you don’t show up tomorrow I’ll assume you can’t come,” she explained.

I’ll take you to my house and we can have a picnic,” she continued.

            They said thank you and goodbye and continued on their way home.

            Later that evening Alicia asked her parents if she could meet Mrs. Robison tomorrow for tea.

            “Who’s Mrs. Robinson?” her poppa asked.

Alicia explained that she met this white woman on the way from school and that she invited her and Tessie to meet her at the river and go to her house.

            “Alicia, I told you before not to talk to strangers,” Momma told her gently.

            “But, Momma, she seemed so nice.”

            “Baby, they might seem nice, but they could still take advantage of you,” Momma explained.

            “Momma, she talked to us first and was so genuine when Tessie began to cry about not having a poppa, “Alicia explained.

            They finally agreed to let her go.

A Utopia in My Heart (Part Four)

 On Monday, Alicia returned to her school, Clayton Elementary, which like all schools’ in her area, was segregated.

            She was in history class where her teacher, Mrs. Lawson was discussing current events.

            “Children, what happened recently in the news?”

            Alicia raised her hand.

            “Yes, Alicia, do you have something to say?”

            “I was reading a magazine about Ruby Bridges. I don’t understand how some people can be so cruel,” Alicia told her.

            “Well, let’s discuss that. Class, why do you think some people are so prejudiced?” Mrs. Lawson asked the class.

            “Maybe, they are intimidated by our skin,” a boy named Diego Townsend said.

            “Alright, Diego, but please raise your hand,” Mrs. Lawson reminded him.

            A girl named Tessie Connor raised her hand and Mrs. Lawson called on her.

             “Why does it matter what color skin we have?” Tessie asked.

            “It shouldn’t matter. It is what it is inside that makes a difference.”

            Alicia raised her hand. “I thought Rosa Parks and Thurgood Marshall changed the way white people viewed black people,” she said.

            “They are trying, Alicia. And remember, not all white people discriminate against blacks,” Mrs. Lawson informed her. Then the school bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

            “Class, is dismissed. Tomorrow we will continue with our lesson, but let’s try to stay on topic,” Mrs. Lawson said, smiling.

A Utopia in My Heart (Part Three)

Later that night, Alicia sat in her room waiting and thinking, gently stroking her long, braided, black hair. She didn’t know exactly what she was waiting for.

            “God, please send me a sign, so I can discover who I am,” Alicia prayed. Then she sensed that a voice was speaking to her.

            “Alicia, I cannot tell you. You must find out for yourself.”

            “I must find out for myself – that isn’t much help!” she said aloud. Then she had a sudden realization.

            “Do you mean that I am who I think I am?”

            “Yes,” the voice said. “You must have faith within you. That’s why I gave you the precious gift of salvation. Faith makes you who you are.”

Alicia reflected on this for a long time. Maybe I do need more faith, she thought. But it seems that life isn’t so great after all. So what’s the point of life?

Why isn’t life as good as I always believed it to be? I need to know why.

In the morning, Alicia asked Momma the same questions she had asked in the silence of her room during the night.

            “Baby, I want to tell you, but I won’t. It’s for your own good,” Momma told her.

            “That’s not being very nice,” Alicia sulked.

            “Honey, my love for you is different than being nice,” Momma explained to her baby.
            “Yea, I know that you love me. No wonder you want to protect me all the time!”

            Alicia slammed her bedroom door with all her strength in ire and frustration.  She spent the morning daydreaming, wondering what it means to be nice.  Does Momma really love me? I have faith, she told herself. I believe in myself. I must be changing, but that’s okay.  

             She thought about what God would say to her at that moment. “You are the pilot of your own life,” He would tell her. She prayed for more faith.