Showing posts with label Dixie Carter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dixie Carter. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

GROWTH


"Our journeys upward, and out of the morass is full of great efforts, and surprising thoughts that evolve from the base elements of core beliefs that by their nature are confident we will evolve. This is a mystery born of our need to slide down all the birth canals death ushers us into. Death is an ally, I learned through relationships. The death of tired old beliefs, the death of assumptions, and fears open our eyes to see the birth canals into higher learning, better relationships, and the deeper notions of love nestled within the hidden chambers of our hearts. We are the answers to our questions." -Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories



Monday, April 12, 2010

DIXIE CARTER IN MY LIFE



















Dixie Carter's classic beauty, and Southern sensibilities held a spell over me watching her show, DESIGNING WOMEN. I didn’t watch Bill Cosby’s show nearly as much because I grew up in that kind of household with a lot of attention from my parents. Dixie Carter’s elegant way brought to my attention a deep sense of the South. All of the dark history of the South that subjugated people, and justified the degradation, and exaltation of white women was uppermost in mind making it difficult to function on a daily schedule, or to like white folks.

During a time I found it hard to see the beauty of white women this show reached through the dark red fire of my rage against whites in general, and white men in particular. I was in a dark place, but I studied the characters of this show. The show’s writers laid out a range of issues that met my needs to study what I believed, or thought important. I allowed the challenges to my core, my manhood, my African sense of being, and my parent role as a father. What held my rage in place? How do I envision a different view of white women? Is there an appreciative beauty within the people I held in contempt? How do I justify my fascination with a comedy show with its token Black man who fell into a stereotype: the feminine ex-con, of all things.

I know that women tell the stories of their people. Dixie Carter slowly peeled off the layers within my thought process. My mind, held under the spell of her accent, her fine lines, her beautiful legs, the way she sat, the elegance she own, and shared, and the voice that held so much mystery, and intelligence, was changing my form. Slowly, episode after episode, I began to see more and more revelations within her until I saw how a man could love a white woman. The evolving love story between her TV boyfriend was captivating. It was a slow dance that had no reason to rush. It was a dance slow enough to connect nuances to bolder declarations of need. The ice, and coldness of my heart was melting.

–Gregory E. Woods, Keeper of Stories

Dixie Carter happy with her husband

Hal Hollbrook & his wife Dixie Carter


DIXIE CARTER DIED

"Southern women are a precious gift of grit and honey. Wanna see the grit? Mess with their loved ones. Wanna see the honey? Act like you have the sense to worship at the altar. When such a being transitions, it leaves such a deep gap. But I can witness that the spirit is strong. I was raised by a honey grit woman. Her deathdid not cut the bond between us. ENERGY does not die. It only weakens when we fail to remember, reflect and enjoy its presence. Rest in peace, Dixie. We will remember you" -Celeste Morgan