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Abbreviation of Computer Terms. Amir Shinar [en]. But even in this building which you own, you can't smoke. You can't even smoke in the lobby. You have to go outside. Now, ten years ago, or maybe fifteen, the tobacco companies said, 'We're giving the people what they want. Not only do they want cigarettes, they're addicted to nicotine. Angelou summons Ms. Burditte, who pours more white wine into the long-stemmed frosted crystal glass.
Throughout our visit, when a question is asked, Angelou relates stories pertinent to the topic. It's best to remain silent and allow her personal insights to flow naturally. Now she continues: "People may say, 'I want something,' but they need to find out if they really want it. They need to ask: 'Am I willing to do anything to get it? It just looked 'it' to me," she says. She went down to apply for the job, but the office workers wouldn't give her an application. She went home and her mother asked, "Do you know why they didn't give you an application?
Maya replied, "Yes, because I 'm a Negro. You go down there tomorrow morning. You be there before the secretaries, go in with them, and ask for an application.
When they don't give it to you, sit down. Take a good book to read and sit there. I'll give you money, so you can go to [a restaurant] and have a wonderful lunch. But don't you leave until the office workers leave for lunch. And you be back there when they get back from lunch—if you want it. Leaning forward as if preparing to tell a secret, Angelou goes on: "About the third day, I didn't feel I wanted the job any more.
The clerks insulted me; they called me everything. Here's this black girl sitting by herself reading the Russian writers—Distoevsky, Tolstoy, Gorki—and every day I'd go home shaking. My mother would hold me, hug me, kiss me, fix my favorite foods.
She'd ask, 'You still want it? Finally an office worker did offer Angelou an application. When asked her age, Angelou lied and said she was ninteen. And as employment experience she said she had been the chauffeur for a woman in the South named Mrs.
Annie Henderson. I lied. I just lied like everything to get that job. About a week later, she was called to start the job. She was the first African-American streetcar conductor in San Francisco. She got fitted for her uniform and began her shift at three in the morning. Her mother would wake her up, and draw her bath; Angelou would dress, and her mother would drive behind the streetcar, with a pistol on the car seat next to her, until it was daybreak.
I think if we understood the power of AIDS, not just to kill one person, but to desvastate a family, a community, a nation, then we would spend more time trying to get money for research and a cure. A s our meeting concludes, I follow Angelou into her private office, which is splashed in colors of soothing peach and off-white. On her desk one of the secretaries has opened and displayed a note from Phyllis Diller, along with a mid-size painting Diller has done.
The two had appeared on the famed Purple Onion in San Francisco back in the s, where Angelou was a featured singer. Sitting down at her desk, Angelou returns to her last thought about creating what we want. I'm being changed even as I talk to you. My muscles are being changed, and my eyesight is being changed. The important thing is to be in love with the search for truth, not in love with a particular position.
Be ready to give up any position at a moment's notice. It is dangerous to find one way and call all the others false—'No, this is the way I am and I am only this,'" she says, mockingly.
My first response is—Already? The phone rings, and her secretaries begin to mill about—my time is up. Yet Agnelou isn't quite finished. To be alive is to be in search and to realize 'I'm in process,'" she says, her elbows resting on the desk with her hands folded.
She looks at me intently. This is my fourth interview out of five or six I will do today and in at least three of them I'll say something about AIDS. Never let a chance pass. The last stanza still sticks out in my mind: Here, on the pulse of this new day, You may have the grace to look up and out And into your sister's eyes, And into your brother's face, Your country, And say simply Very simply With hope— Good morning. Then I can drown an eye, unus'd to flow, For precious friends hid in death's dateless night Think about it," said her mother.
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