Professional Documents
Culture Documents
Looking For Zora 296 - 313
Looking For Zora 296 - 313
By AliceUhlker
Looking for T,ora
"On Jaxaary 16, 1959,Zora NealeHarston, wfeiry fiom tbc effcctsof
a ttroAe and uiting painfilly it longband, composeda letter to tbe 'editorial
department' of Harper & Brotbersinqtiring if tbex uoild be interestedin
seeing'tbe bool I am laboing trpon at prerent-a life of Herod tbe Great.'
One lear and tue/ae dayt later, Zora Nea/e Harston died uithoat fuds to
prodde for ber burial, a resident of tlte St. Lacie County, Floifu, Welfare
Home. Shelies today in an unmarAedgrate in a rcgregatedcemeteryin Fort
Pierce,Florida, a rettixg place generallysymbolic of tbe blacAwiter's fate il
Ameica.
"Zora Neale Hurston is one of tbe most signtf;cant unread aatlton in
America,tbe autbor of tuo minor classics and foilr otber major booh."
-Robert Hemenway;"Zora Hursronand the EatonvilleAnthropology,"
from Tbe Harlem Rexaissance Remembered,edited by Arna Bontemps
(Dodd,1972)
297
298 Afteruord
THr Mosnrsy HousErs sMALLAND wHrrE and snug, its tiny yard
nearlyswallowedup by oleandersand hibiscusbushes.charlotte and I
knock on the door. I call out. But there is no answer.This strikesus as
peculiar.$7e have had time to figure our an age for Mrs.
Moseley-not datesor a number, just old I am thinking of a quivery,
bedriddeninvalid when we hear the car. we look behind us to seean
old black-and-whiteBuick-paint peeling and grillwork rusty-pulling
into the drive. A near old lady rn a purple dressand whire hair is
strainingat the wheel. She is frowning becausecharlotte's car is in the
wa_y.
M rs. Mo se ley lo ok s at us s us pic ious ly . "y es , I k n e w Z o r a N e a l e , "
she says, unsmilinglv and with a rather cold stare at Charlotte (who I
imagin e fee ls very w hf ie at r hat m om ent ) , "but r h a t w a s a l o n g t i m e
ago, an d I d on 't wa nt r o t alk about it . "
"Ye s ma 'am," I m ur m ur , br inging all m y s y m p a t h y t o b e a r o n
the situ atio n.
"Not o nlv th at," M r s . M os elc l. c onr inues , "l' ve b e e n s i c k . B e e n
in th e ho sp ital for a n oper at ion. Rupt ur ed ar t er y . T h e d o c t o r s d i d n 't
believe I was g oin g to liv e, but v ou s ee m e aliv e, d o n 't y o u ? "
"L oo kin g well, t oo, " I c om m ent .
lvlrs. Mosele y is out of her c ar . A t hin, s pr ight l v w o m a n w i t h n i c e
300 Afteruord
,,|Ybatdoesitml,terwbetwbitefolhsmastharethoagbtabout
ber?"-student,"BlacklWomenVriten"class'\(cllesleyCollege
303 LooAingfor Zora
head againstCharlotte's
Outside, in the blistering sun, I lean my
hot metal only intensifies
even more blistering cartop' tht 'tittg of the
my anger.
condition hasn't
"Malnutition," l manageto mutter' "Hell' our
died of malnutrition!"
changedany sincePhillis \flheatley's time' She
;Really?" saysChadotte, "I didn't know that'"
example'
"Tbe gasto and flaaor of Zoro Neal[e] Hurston'sstorytelling'for
and Men' and otber boohs'
long beforetbe yarnswerepublisbed in 'Mules
becamea locallegendwbicb migbt ' ' ' haue spread fartber under dffirent
cottld baaemade tbem best-
conditions.A tiny thift in the centerof graaity
sellers."-Arna Bontemps,Personals (PaulBremen'Ltd'' London;196l)
ZORANEALEHURSTON
.A
GENIUSOF THESOUTH''
NOVSLIST FOLKLORIST
ANTHROPOLOGIST
1901 1960
Not quite as light as I am [Dr. Benton is dark beige], and about five
foot, seveninches, and she weighed about two hundred pounds.
P r obably m or e .Sh e ... "
"\Vhat! Zorawasfat! She wasn't, in Van Vechten'spictures!"
"Zora loved to eat," Dr. Benton sayscomplacently. "She could
sit down with a mound of ice cream and just eat and talk till it was all
gone."
While Dr. Benton is talking, I recall that the Van Vechten
pictureswere taken whenZora was still a young woman. In them she
appearstall, tan, and healthy. In later newspaperphotographs-when
she was in her forties-l rememberedthat she seemedheavierand
severalshadeslighter. I reasonedthat the earlier photographs.were
taken while she was busy collecting folklore materialsin the hot
Florida sun.
"She had high blood pressure.Her health wasn't good . . . . She
used to live in one of my houses-on School Court Street. It's a block
house . . . I don't recall the number. But my wife and I used to invite
her over to the house for dinner. S/te a/uays ate well, " he says
emphatically.
"That's comforting to know," I say, wondering where Zora ate
when she wasn't with the Bentons.
"Sometimes she would run out of groceries-after she got
sick-and she'd call me. 'Come over here and see'bout me,' she'd
say. And I'd take her shopping and buy her groceries.
"She was alwaysstudying. Her mind-before the stroke-just
worked all the time . She was alwaysgoing somewhere,too. She once
went to Honduras to study something. And when she died, she was
working on that book about Herod the Great. She was so intelligent!
And really had perfect expressions.Her English was beautiful." (I
suspectthis is a cleverway to let me know Zora herself didn't speakin
the "black English" her charactersused.)
"I used to read all of her books," Dr. Benton continues, "but it
was a Iong time ago. I remember one about . . it was called, I think,
'The Children of God' lTbeir Eyes Were ll/atching Godl, andl
rememberJanie and Teapot [Teacake]and the mad dog riding on the
cow in that hurricane and bit old Teapot on the cheek . . . "
I am delighted that he rememberseven this much of the story,
even if the namesare wrong, but seeinghis affection forZora I feel I
must ask him about her burial. "Did she really have a pauper's
funeral?"
311 Loorting
for Zora
squattywith flat
light green.They are tiny-about i0 by 10 feet'
the others' but that is
roofs.The houseZora lived in looksworsethan
dirty children sitting
its only distinction' It alsohas three raggedand
on the stePs.
camera'
"Is this where y'all live?" I ask' aiming my
looking at me earnestly "\We
"No, ma'am," they sayin unison'
house; but she in the
live over yonder' This Miss So-and-So's
horspital."
while I take more pictures'A car
.we chatterinconsequentially
in it' They scowlfiercelyat
drivesup with a yonng tl^tk couple
friendliness'eithef They get out
Charlotteand don't look at me with
street.I go uP to them to-
and stand in their doorwayacrossthe
used to live right acrossfrom
explain. "Did you know Zota Hurston
y ou?" I as k .
curiously
"Vho?" They stareat me blankly' then become
at t ent iv e' a s i fth e y th i n k l ma d e th e n a me up' TheyarebothA fro-ed
and he is somberlYdashiki-ed'
"It's too long a story"' I say'
I suddenlyfeel frail and exhausted'
streetwho's livec
"but tell me something,is there anybodyon this
here for more than thirteen Years?"
..That old man down there'', the young man says,polntlng. )ure
three housesdown He has
enough, there rs a man sitting on his steps
is a weaknessabout him' He
gr"yilg hair and is very neat, but there
reminds me of Mrs.
't.r..r.r', husband in Their Eyes l{/ere trYatching
as if his featureshave been
God. He's rather "vanishing"-looking'
was beautiful' he was
sandeddown' In the old days,beforeblack
has wavy hair and light'
probablyconsideredattractive,becausehe
has ceasedto be its own reward'
brown skin; but now, well, light skin
thing I want to know:
After the preliminaries,there is only one
house'" di d
" T ell m e s o m e th i n g " ' I b e g i n , l o o k i n g dow n at Zora' s
Zora hke flowers?''
of fact"' he says'looking
He looks at me queerly' "As a matter
her former house'
regretfully at the bare, rough yard that surrounds
gardener'She loved
"she was crazyabout them' And she was a great
vine [morning gloriesl' and
azaleas,and that running and blooming
Sht kept a
she really loved that night-smellingflower [gardenia]
collardsand tomatoes
vegetablegardenyear-round,too' She raised
and t hing s l i k e th a t.
Hurston'
"Eu.ryon. in this community thought well of Miss
313 LooAingforZora