It All Comes Down to the Kitchen, from Colored People by Henry Louis Gates Jr. Copyright 1994 by Henry Louis Gates Jr. Reprinted by permission of Alfred A. Knopf, a division of Random House, Inc.
Tenderheaded (or Rejecting the Legacy of Being Able to Take It) by Meg Henson Scales. Copyright 1995 (although this was copyrighted in 1995, this is its first publication in print media).
Planet Hair, from Bulletproof Diva by Lisa Jones. Copyright 1994 by Lisa Jones. Used by permission of Doubleday, a division of Random House, Inc.
Grandma Blows Her Top, from Pushed Back to Strength by Gloria Wade-Gayles. Copyright 1993 by Gloria Wade-Gayles. Reprinted by permission of Beacon Press, Boston.
Battle of the Wigs, from The Colored Museum by George C. Wolfe. Copyright 1985, 1987, 1988 by George C. Wolfe. Used by permission of Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
Hagars Blues, from Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison. Reprinted by permission of International Creative Management, Inc. Copyright 1977.
Afro Images: Politics, Fashion and Nostalgia by Angela Y. Davis, from Names We Call Home. Reprinted by permission of Routledge. Copyright 1996.
My Smart Grey Streak by Yvonne Durant. Originally published in Essence. Reprinted by permission of the author.
Homage to My Hair by Lucille Clifton. First published in Two Headed Woman. Copyright 1980. Originally published by University of Massachusetts Press. Reprinted by permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd.
She Who Mirrors Me, excerpt from With Ossie and Ruby: In This Life Together by Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee. Copyright 1998 by Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.
Clean Break, from Straight, No Chaser by Jill Nelson. Copyright 1997 by Jill Nelson. Used by permission of Putnam Berkley, a division of Penguin Putnam, Inc.
Oppressed Hair Puts a Ceiling on the Brain by Alice Walker. From Living by the Word: Selected Writings19731987. Printed by permission of Harcourt, Inc. Copyright 1998.
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This bow is for you....
To Sylvia, Gary and Thai, for all the many reasons why, including welcoming the hair muses and furies into the family and making a generous place for them at the table. | For the Mamacita, the Papasan and Karen, my beautiful little sister who towers above me. And for women writers everywhere: say it or it wont get said. |
JULIETTE | PAMELA |
Hats off to... Diane & LaVon
... Our mamas, Olive and Joyce, and black mothers all, for keeping our heads well-greased and pointed in the right direction.
... Our contributors, who made us giggle and sniffle and dig deeper into the complexity of our issues than we ever imagined wed go.
... Our agent, Victoria Sanders, who pitched the project like she was throwing fast balls in the World Series. Plus a nod to Selena James, her capable relief pitcher.
... Our editor, Greer Kessel Hendricks, a sister of another tribe who, alas, has endured her own tenderheaded times. A tip of the comb as well to her pleasant assistant, Suzanne ONeill.
... Our angels: ALelia Bundles, Setaya M. Hodges, Patricia W. Johnson, Linda Jones, Leatha Mitchell, Jenyne Raines, Fo Wilson, and Cherilyn Liv Wright, who let us borrow their wings when ours were grounded.
... Our Ansisters & our Creator for filling our heads with fanciful ideas and giving us the wooly, wacky hair with which to pull them off.
Ase!
Ms. Strand Calls a Press Conference
Our hair speaks with a voice as soft as cotton. If you listen closelyput your ear right up to itit will tell you its secrets. Like the soothing peace it knew before being yanked out of Africa. Like the neglect it endured sweating under rags in the sunlashed fields of the South. And even today, it speaks of its restless quest for home; a place that must be somewhere between Africa and America, between rambunctious and restrained, and between personally pleasing and socially acceptable. For the longest time...
Wait a minute.... It appears as if... Yes, its Ms. Strand, herself.
A single, slender, crinkly hair makes her way to the stage. She has been through so much trauma that she can sing the Battle Hymn of the Republic backward. Shes called together her favorite writers to help her tell her story.
Hello, can you all hear me back there? And you over there? Good. First off, thank you all for coming to my press conference today. Ive been meaning to hold one for the longest time, but I got a little tied up, what with slavery, Jim Crow and almost sliding down the drain this morning.
As you all know, over the centuries, Ive been buked and Ive been scorned, Ive been talked about sure as youre born, as the old spiritual goes. Today, though, Im going to lay my burden down, tell it all. But if I have to do it by myself, itll take me another 400 years. So I need your help. I need all of you tenderheads here to go deep within yourselves and tell whats in your heart. Dont hold nothing back. I believe we can have a healing in here today.
Ntozake, youve definitely been through some hair changes and aint never been afraid to talk about the most painful things, maybe cause you also see the joy, so I need you to start us off....
Peace Be Still
Ntozake Shange
Peace be still now before we touch my head / we are still / so i can get in this head / not be still before i burn you / be still / so i can get this part straight / be still / i know that didnt hurt / not / be still or this mess is gonna get in your eyes / not be still / fore i pull out the little hair you got / not be still / so i can get in this kitchen / not be still / so i can make you pretty / just / be still / then yvette & kim who braid my hair with me / lay on hands / & we feel all the pains and glories that every little nappy strand knows / we let our spirits carry away fear & shame / carry away envy & history / we bless my head
we dont bless out my head / askin / why did god do this to you chile / even though i could tell from the way my grandma touched my scalp / she loved me / what she was lettin me know / maybe god didnt love me & my brown krinkly short head of hair was a mark / lettin the whole world know / gods not on this chiles side / god has marked her / as toomer said / oh cant you see it / oh cant you see it / her hair is cursed from the western horizon / oh cant you see it / & then everything turns back on itself / literally / the beauty shop smells are comforting / dixie peach melting on hot curlin irons delicious / mirrors are a source of pleasure / who says colored girls arent pretty / look at me now miz harshaws worked her magic / not a nap to be found / not one hair to curl up under itself like a slinky / now straight / & makin me precious in the sight of god