My One Good Nerve
By Ruby Dee and Ossie Davis
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"My One Good Nerve draws me back into my sweetest past . . . a work of memory and art."--Maya Angelou.
My One Good Nerve is an exuberant collection of writings in the down-home tradition by that incomparable icon of the human spirit, Ruby Dee. Married for 50 years to fellow actor Ossie Davis, Dee has led an astonishingly full life. But she has never forgotten where she comes from as an African American woman. Fans who have admired and drawn strength over the years from Dee's outspoken human rights advocacy and unforgettable characters are rewarded here with many glimpses into her memories and convictions. Based on her long-running one-woman show, this book is an inspiration and a blessing.
Ruby Dee (New Rochelle, NY) grew up in Harlem and graduated from Hunter College in New York City. Inducted into the Theater Hall of Fame in 1989, she was an original cast member of Broadway classics such as A Raisin in the Sun and South Pacific and appeared in Spike Lee's Do the Right Thing and the landmark adaptation of Alex Haley's Roots. She performs her one-woman show, My One Good Nerve, in theatres across the country.
Ruby Dee
Ruby Dee, collaborator to this provocative collection, has enjoyed an illustrious career on stage and in television and film, and she is also an award-winning author. She and Ossie Davis were married for fifty-six years. They have three children and seven grandchildren.
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My One Good Nerve - Ruby Dee
Preface
I believe we are made up of all we absorb, which makes finding a distinct personality a serious challenge. I’ve sensed and been told that as an actor I’m not easy to define. But who is? I consider a certain flexibility, a chameleonlike adaptability, a positive attribute.
Like anyone who is still testing the depth and temperature of personal waters, I am indebted to many people. I am inspired by Zora Neale Hurston, Gwendolyn Brooks, Sonia Sanchez, Carolyn Rodgers, Paule Marshall, Alice Walker, Toni Morrison, Toni Cade Bambara, Lindamichelle Baron, and Rosa Guy—to name just a very few women whose writing has encouraged me to walk on out. What they write has assured me that the waters will hold or will part for safe passage to surer shores.
Walking ideas and words is what I’m mostly about. What words and ideas?
you might wonder. As I tell the audiences for my one-woman show, My One Good Nerve, Welcome to my house of words . . . words that laugh, words that weep, words that shout, and words so deep and so private they refuse to give their names even to their lover. . . .
Several years ago, with encouragement from Ossie Davis, my husband, enthusiastic listeners, other writers, and friends, I decided to publish some of the pieces that I had written and performed on campuses, in theaters, on television, at benefits, for funerals, and just for fun. Chicago publisher and poet Haki Madhubuti stopped the messing around and put the book in print. Now I’ve added some new pieces, changed the collection, and taken the words on a second go ’round.
As time passes, some things do not change, of course. I remain as grateful as ever: To John Henrik Clarke, who arranged my first book assignment, Glowchild, a collection of poetry mostly written by young people; to James L. Hicks who firmly nudged me into writing a weekly column for the New York Amsterdam News; to Ruth Gordon, the actor, whose almost first words to me years ago were, You must write!
; to Kathleen Karter, Lynne Palmer, and Kathy Collins, tenders of mind and soul shops; to my children Nora, Guy, and Hasna. Nora critiqued and discussed and deleted some of the bawdiness. ("We don’t want to get banned anywhere as with Glowchild.) Hasna wrote the poem
I Just Couldn’t, but she insisted that she didn’t want to take credit as an author because she had written it so long ago and I had changed too much of it for her to claim.
No, I’m giving it to you, Mom. Don’t put my name on it," she said. I said okay, but sometimes moms lie.
I add my deep thanks to Carole Hall, at John Wiley & Sons, for deciding to publish this book, selecting the material, arranging the sections, and suggesting that I write the section introductions. Cheers to Latifah Salahuddin for her quiet patience and efficiency and to my incredible husband, Ossie.
Finally, dear readers, I am appreciative of your company in sharing these words. There are words beyond words that only the open and understanding heart can decipher. For your welcome in opening this book, I feel a gratitude that words cannot express.
Introduction
The author of this book is not the same absolutely pure and sweet woman who was Nat King Cole’s girlfriend in the film The Saint Louis Blues, or the fresh-faced bride of Jackie Robinson in The Jackie Robinson Story, or the long-suffering wife of Sidney Poitier in A Raisin in the Sun. Part of her, yes, is those women, but only part. Most women, I imagine—and surely Ruby—are a complex of many women. Few, perhaps, have remained as well hidden by only one facet of their personalities as has Ruby, the actor. Here is a Ruby Dee you may never have suspected—the writer.
Ruby, as a writer, is unique—one of a kind—which means she can only be compared with herself. Nothing about her work reminds me of anybody; all of it stands alone.
This does not mean that what she writes is esoteric, or exclusive, or private. Her meaning, her rhythm, and her insights are not mysterious, or enigmatic. What she has to say is wide open, free, immediately available to the curious. She has no puzzles that she dares the reader to solve. What she has to say is always public and will fit into any imagination—but only on Ruby’s terms.
She tears the world apart as a child might do, and then, right before your eyes, she builds it back together again. The same old world, but through Ruby’s eyes—it looks brand-new.
There is a profound simplicity in this point of view most times, which to appreciate requires that I become profoundly simple in my own point of view. Reading Ruby can be disarming.
Most of us grow up as quickly as we have to, getting further away by the day from who we were when we were children. We shorten our sails, temper our ambitions, and set aside our fondest expectations in order to face the day. But Ruby reminds us that a simpler world is only a thought away, with the light still glowing in undiminished vigor right in the middle of our secret mind. All we have to do is open our eyes, turn the page, and read.
—Ossie Davis
Sounds in the
Darkness
Lots of people, including myself, are longing for impossibilities.
I write about the things my baby sister LaVerne and I used to reminisce about together as a way of keeping her close to me. I used to do all her fighting for her. She brought out the protector in me. She knew she could always count on me to be there for her at crunch time, and I was, too. Except for the last time I heard her call my name. I heard it coming all the way from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, but at the time I didn’t believe calls for help could come through the air and not on the telephone. Besides, I knew I would be going to Vegas in another ten days. I let that word, tomorrow,
and thoughts of later
beckon me instead. Ten days later she had died, and I didn’t get to embrace her or say good-bye when I could have.
I used to tease LaVerne about how much more of our childhood she remembered than I did. The South. Harlem. Of course, I remember some things perfectly, like one particular woman, a retired teacher, who used to visit our mother. Even her laughter seemed sad. My mother rented rooms in our spacious apartment up on Sugar Hill, mostly to domestics. They lived with us a long time and only came home on Thursdays, every other Sunday, and on their one week vacation during the year.
Life exacts a high toll, sometimes all at once, and sometimes bit by bit.
Remembrance
I have a younger sister who remembers everything. I believe she even remembers being born—what it was like inside