Campbell, Bebe Moore. Your Blues Ain’t Like Mine.
Reason read: Campbell died in the month of November. Read in her memory.
Who was the first person to say the truth hurts? Never is this more true than within the pages of Your Blues Ain’t Like Mine. The premise of Campbell’s 1950s story could have been ripped from the headlines of yesteryear or buried in the back pages of yesterday’s online paper. Armstrong Todd is a smart fifteen year old who knows a little French. Being from Chicago, he does not realize life in rural Mississippi is racially divided and prejudicial hate runs deep. One slip of the tongue in the direction of a white woman ends up costing him his life. Never mind that it was an accident; the teen was not speaking to Lily. Never mind that the white woman did not understand what Armstrong had actually said in her direction. Suddenly, justice for a black teenager in southern Mississippi becomes a political fire starter around the topic of desegregating schools. Campbell doesn’t contain the perspective to just one side of the color story. Lily, the “offended” (and extremely ignorant) white woman, is a poor young mother with an abusive husband. She only understands debilitating poverty, a screaming newborn, a whiney toddler, and the urgent need to keep on her husband’s good side. She desperately walks a fine line of taking care of her starving family while scrambling for the little pleasures in life like a new tube of ruby red lipstick.
Beyond civil rights Campbell makes interesting connections between the lines of color. Women can be abused, regardless of race. A fist can bruise or split open any color of skin. Along those same lines, Campbell points out that women of any color use sex as a weapon to get what they want. Lila and Delotha are no different when it comes to using their bodies to manipulate their men.
Your Blues Ain’t Like Mine spans generations. Moore guides the pace through political and pop culture cues like which president is in office and what songs are playing on the radio. Occasionally, a historical event will make an appearance like the Kent State University shootings.
Line I liked, “She never danced when her husband was at home” (p 70). I have said it before and I will say it again, domestic abuse is color bland. Abuse is abuse is abuse.
Author fact: I am the same age as Campbell when she died. Can you imagine the stories she would be telling had she lived on?
Book trivia: this could have been a movie.
Setlist: B.B. King, Beatles’ “Yesterday,” Blind Jake’s “Sharpen My Pencil,” the Dells, Dianna Ross, Dinah Washington, Elvis Presley’s “Hound Dog,” Frank Sinatra, Hank Williams, James Brown’s “Please, Please, Please,” Loretta Lynn, Louis Jordan, Marvin Gaye, Michael Jackson’s “Thriller,” Muddy Waters, “No Good Man Blues,” “Oh, Mary, Don’t You Weep,” Patsy Cline’s “Blue,” “Rock of Ages,” Sam Cooke, Smokey Robinson, the Temptations, “We Shall Overcome,” Willie Nelson, and Willie Horton.
Miss Merchant connection: Natalie taught her fans the hymn “Oh, Mary, Don’t You Weep” back in 2000. Hard to believe that was twenty five years ago.
BookLust Twist: from Book Lust in the chapter called “African American Fiction: She Say” (p 12).
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