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The "color purple" wants to be loved too, just like us black people.
We have spread our wings and everything we touch turns to gold. . .and even our faces don't grow old. . .and still in the night it's "co...co..cold" . . . cuz we were unable to unfold the beauty of our soul. . .cuz the "color purple" too wants to be told. . .it is loved. Black and Proud
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I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to do with this area of my blog.
However, I've since decided to post excerpts from the book, the color purple. . . . . .until I'm moved to do something else. The Color Purple By Alice Walker
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Dear God,
Harpo went and brought Sofia and the baby home. They got married in Sofia sister house. Sister's husband stand up with Harpo. Other sister sneak way from home to stand up with Sofia. Another sister come to hold the baby. Say he cry right through the service, his mama stop everything to nurse him. Finish saying I do with a big ole nursing boy in her arms. Harpo fix up the little creek house for him and his family. Mr.______________ daddy used it for a shed. But it sound. Got windows now, a porch, back door. Plus it cool and green down by the creek. He ast me to make some curtains and I make some out of flower sack. It not big, but it homey. Got a bed, a dresser, a looking glass, and some chairs. Cookstove for cooking and heating, too. Harpo daddy give him wages for working now. He say Harpo wasn't working hard like he should. Maybe little money goose his interest. Harpo told me, Miss Celie, I'm going on strike. On what? I ain't going to work. And he don't. He come to the field, pull two ears of corn, let the birds and weevil eat two hundred. Us don't make nothing much this year. But now Sofia coming, he always busy. He chop, he hammer, he plow. He sing and whistle. Sofia look half her size. But she still a big strong girl. Arms got muscle. Legs, too. She swing that baby about like it nothing. She got a little pot on her now and give you the feeling she all there. Solid. Like if she sit down on something, it be mash. She tell Harpo, Hold the baby, while she come back in the house with me to git some thread. She making some sheets. He take the baby, give it a kiss, chuck it under the chin. Grin, look up on the porch at his daddy. Mr._________ blow smoke, look down at him, and say, Yeah, I see now she going to switch the traces on you. The Color Purple by Alice Walker |
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Dear God,
Harpo want to know what to do to make Sofia mind. He sit out on the porch with Mr._________. He say, I tell her one thing, she do another. Never do what I say. Always backtalk. To tell the truth, he sound a little proud of this to me. Mr._____________ don't say nothing. Blow smoke. I tell her she can't be all the time gong to visit her sister. Us married now, I tell her. Your place is here with the children. She say, I'll take the children with me. I say, Your place is with me. She say, You want to come? She keep primping in front of the glass, getting the children ready at the same time. You ever hit her? Mr._______________ ast. Harpo look down at this hands. Naw suh, he say low, embarrass. Well how you spect to make her mind? Wives is like children. You have to let 'em know who got the upper hand. Nothing can do that better than a good sound beating. He puff on his pipe. Sofia think too much of herself anyway, he say. She need to be taken down a peg. I like Sofia, but she don't act like me at all. If she talking when Harpo and Mr._________ come in the room, she keep right on. If they ast her where something at, she say she don't know. Keep talking. I think bout this when Harpo ast me what he ought to do to her to make her mind. I don't mention how happy he is now. How three years pass and he still whistle and sing. I think bout how every time I jump when Mr.________ call me, she look surprise. And like she pity me. Beat her. I say. Next time us see Harpo his face a mess of bruises. His lip cut. One of his eyes shut like a fist. He walk stiff and say his teef ache. I say, What happen to you, Harpo? He say, Oh, me and that mule. She fractious, you know. She went crazy in the field the other day. By time I got her to head for home I was all banged up. then when I got home, I walked smack dab into the crib door. Hit my eye and scratch my chin. Then when that storm come up last night I shet the window down on my hand. Well, I say, After all that, I don't spect you had a chance to see if you could make Sofia mind. Nome, he say. But he keep trying. {snip} The Color Purple Alice Walker |
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Dear God,
Harpo staying with us this week-end. Friday night after Mr.__________ and Shug and me done gone to bed, I heard this somebody crying. Harpo sitting out on the steps crying like his heart gon break. Oh, boo-hoo, and boo-hoo. He got his head in his hands, tears and snot running down his chin. I give him a hansker. He blow his nose, look up at me out of two eyes close like fists. What happened to your eyes? I ast. He clam round in his mind for a story to tell, then fall back on the truth. Sofia, he say. You still bothering Sofia? I ast. She my wife, he say. That don't mean you got to keep on bothering her, I say. Sofia love you, she a good wife. Good to the children and good looking. Hardworking. Godfearing and clean. I don't know what more you want. Harpo sniffle. I want her to do what I say, like you do for Pa. Oh, Lord, I say. When Pa tell you to do something, you do it, he say. When he say not to, you don't. You don't do what he say, he beat you. Sometime beat me anyhow, I say, whether I do what he say or not. That's right, say Harpo. But not Sofia. She do what she want, don't pay me no mind at all. I try to beat her, she black my eyes. Oh, boo-hoo, he cry. Boo-ho-hoo. I start to take back my hansker. Maybe push him and his black eyes off the step. I think bout Sofia. She tickle me. I used to hunt game with a bow and arrow, she say. Some women's can't be beat, I say. Sofia one of them. Besides, Sofia love you. She probably be happy to do most of what you say if you ast her right. She not mean, she not spiteful. She don't hold a grudge. He sit there hanging his head, looking retard. Harpo, I say, giving him a shake, Sofia love you. You love Sofia. He look up at me best he can out his fat little eyes. Yes ma'am? he say. Mr.___________ marry me to take care of his children. I marry him cause my daddy made me. I don't love Mr._______________ and he don't love me. But you his wife, he say, just like Sofia mine. The wife spose to mind. Do Shug Avery mind Mr.___________? I ast. She the woman he wanted to marry. She call him Albert, tell him his drawers stink in a minute. Little as he is, when she get her weight back she can sit on him if he try to bother her. Why I mention weight. Harpo start to cry again. Then he start to be sick. He lean over the edge of the step and vomit and vomit. Look like very piece of pie for the last years come up. When he empty I put him in the bed next to Shug's little room. He fall right off to sleep. |
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Dear God,
I go visit Sofia, she still working on the roof. The darn thing leak, she say. She out to the woodpile making shingles. She put a big square piece of wood on the chopping block and chop, chop, she make big flat shingles. She put the ax down and ast me do I want some lemonade. I look at her good. Except for a bruise on her wrist, she don't look like she got a scartch on her. How it going with you and Harpo? I ast. Well, she say, he stop eating so much. But maybe this just a spell. He trying to git as big as you, I say. She suck in her breath. I kinda thought so, she say, and let out her breath real slow. All the children come running up, Mama, Mama, us want lemonade. She pour out five glasses for them, two for us. Us sit in a wooden swing she made last summer and hung on the shady end of the porch. I'm getting tired of Harpo, she say. All he think about since us married is how to make me mind. He don't want a wife, he want a dog. He your husband, I say. Got to stay with him. Else, what you gon do? My sister husband caught in the draft, she say. They don't have no children, Odessa love children. He left her on a little farm. Maybe I go stay with them a while. Me and my children. I think bout my sister Nettie. Thought so sharp it go through me like a pain. Somebody to run to. It seem too sweet to bear. Sofia go on, frowning at her glass. I don't like to go to bed with him no more, she say. Used to be when he touch me I'd go all out my head. Now when he touch me I just don't want to be bothered. Once he git on top of me I think bout how that's where he always want to be. She sip her lemonade. I use to love that part of it, she say. I use to chase him home from the field. Git all hot just watching him put the children to bed. But no more. Now I feels tired all the time. No interest. Now, now, I say. Sleep on it some, maybe it come back. But I say this just to be saying something. I don't know nothing bout it. Mr.________ clam on top of me, do his business, in ten minutes us both sleep. Only time I feel something stirring down there is when I think bout Shug. And that like running to the end of the road and it turn back on itself. You know the worst part? she say. The worst part is I don't think he notice. He git up there and enjoy himself just the same. No matter what I'm thinking. No matter what I feel. It just him. Heartfeeling don't even seem to enter into it. She snort. The fact he can do it like that make me want to kill him. Us look up the path to the house, see Shug and Mr.________ sitting on the steps. He reach over and pick something out her hair. I don't know, say Sofia. Maybe I won't go. Deep down I still love Harpo, but--he just makes me real tired. She yawn. Laugh. I need a vacation, she say. Then she go back to the woodpile, start making some more shingles for the roof. |
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The Play is coming to the West Coast
 Oprah Winfrey Presents The Color Purple Live In Los Angeles When: Starts 12/13/2007 Ends 03/09/2008 Days of the Week: 1-Monday, 2-Tuesday, 3-Wednesday, 4-Thursday, 5-Friday, 6-Saturday, 7-Sunday  http://colorpurple.com/the_color_purple_musical.php |
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For all this time, when Alice Walker wrote The Color Purple, was Mister his name or was it just a fill-in-the-blank type surname when Ms. Walker wrote his name as 'Mr.-----?' "There are two things that are infinite, human stupidity and the universe...and I'm not too sure about the universe." --Albert Einstein |
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 Cecly called him Mr. cuz for a long time she didn't know his was Albert until Shug came and lived with them. And cuz he used to beat her senseless for not being Shug.....she wouldn't DARE call him Albert....out of fear. Very compelling, I might add. |
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I got my tickets today, yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
 I'm taking family & friends to see the play with me. oh boy, I can't wait. *singing* I'm going to see color purple. I'm going to see color purple. I'm going to see color purple. |
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