This Is Only a Test
By B.J. Hollars
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On April 27, 2011, just days after learning of their pregnancy, B. J. Hollars, his wife, and their future son endured the onslaught of an EF-4 tornado. There, while huddled in a bathtub in their Alabama home, mortality flashed before their eyes. With the last of his computer battery, Hollars began recounting the experience, and would continue to do so in the following years, writing his way out of one disaster only to find himself caught up in another.
In this collection of personal essays, Hollars faces tornadoes, drownings, and nuclear catastrophes. These experiences force him to acknowledge the inexplicable while he attempts to overcome his greatest fear—the impossibility of protecting his newborn son from the world’s cruelties. Through his and others’ stories, Hollars creates a constellation of grief, tapping into the rarely acknowledged intersection between fatherhood and fear, sacrifice and safety, and the humbling effect of losing control of our lives.
B.J. Hollars
B. J. Hollars is an assistant professor of English at the University of Wisconsin–Eau Claire. His most recent book is Opening the Doors: The Desegregation of the University of Alabama and the Fight for Civil Rights in Tuscaloosa.
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This Is Only a Test - B.J. Hollars
I.
DIZZIED
Goodbye, Tuscaloosa
BEFORE
Let me tell you about my wife and my dog and our bathtub. How just minutes prior to the storm—minutes prior to peeling the cushions from the couch and positioning them over our heads—my dog and I stood barefoot in the grass staring up at a swirling sky.
She began to bark at it.
Quiet,
I hissed. No barking at tornadoes.
I pulled the dog back inside, checked the television, but it wasn’t until the power cut out that we were prompted to enter the tub. The meteorologist—who would become a god that day—had just switched from radar screen to video feed, and in those final seconds before we were plunged into darkness, the TV revealed a single gray cloud narrowing as if sucked toward the ground through a straw.
Flashback to the tornado drills of my youth—folded face-to-butt in the bowels of Lindley Elementary in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Face down and neck covered, in the rare moments when the drills turned real, I’d steal a glance at our lion mascot painted on the school’s cinderblock walls, hoping he might protect us.
Just days before, during a pep rally, our principal had made one thing clear: Nobody messes with the Lions!
Not even tornadoes? I wondered.
Back in the tub now, and there are no lions anywhere, just a dog that for the first time in her life is subdued. We are all humbled that day, but she is the first, her quivering head tucked tightly beneath my knee.
Here, in the bathtub, our privacy is on display: my dandruff shampoo, my wife’s pink disposable razor. To the left of these things sits our mango mandarin body wash, which I wonder if we’ll ever use again.
My wife’s voice overpowers this wondering, overpowers the sound of the tree limbs scraping the bathroom window as well.
I had to interview a Vietnam vet once,
she says from her place beneath a couch cushion. Back in high school. For social studies. I drove all the way out to his house, and it was when we were having all those really big storms, remember? And so I got there and he said he’d forgotten I was coming. He said his son’s home had just gotten blown away and our meeting had slipped his mind.
She’d never found the proper time to tell me this story, but that late afternoon, trapped in a tub, I’ve at last become a perfect audience.
We rode around in his golf cart,
she continues. He told me of the destruction he’d seen.
My wife, dog, and I pull closer into our bunker, awaiting what will later be called the second most deadly weather outbreak in recorded history.
Yet somehow, through some luck, we are the glass eye in the storm that sees nothing. And we are the deaf ear, too, hearing only the drip, drip, drip of the rusted showerhead.
A moment passes. Then another.
Is it over yet?
my wife asks, peeking beneath her cushion.
I’m not sure it’s even begun.
AFTER
I will spare you the destruction.
You can imagine, I’m sure, what a tree looks like horizontal, or a house turned inside out. You can imagine also what it means when people say leveled.
What it means when they say vanished.
Stories of legs in the front yard, of victims wrapped in trees like tangled kites. Stories of how all that people have left in the world now fits neatly in a grocery cart.
Do not read this too closely. I am trying to spare you the broken glass and the blood.
What I can’t spare you is the strangeness of living in a tornado-torn town amid writers who, much like myself, have a tendency to turn everything poetic.
Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Black[cloud].
In the [Emergency] Waiting Room
Our poet hands are softer than cream cheese, and though we hardly know how to swing an axe, this doesn’t keep us from trying. But eventually we grow tired, sore, and return to our more familiar tools—paper and pen—as we rebuild our town word by word.
But before all that—before the axes and the paper and the pen—my wife, dog, and I wake early to retrace the tornado’s path. It’s the morning after, and with each step, we try to make sense of our shifted landscape.
But the cars used to be here, I think, running my eyes the length of the empty lot, so why are they now there?
Along the route I pick up a newspaper and listen for the prosody in the reports.
Read the repetition: unrelenting,
unprecedented,
devastating.
And hear the cadence in the quotes: digging with their hands,
sifted through the remains,
First responders didn’t attend to the dead . . .
Every headline displays the word RAVAGED or RUBBLE, and regardless of which story you read, you’re told to turn to page 7A.
But not before making a choice:
SEE DEATH
or
SEE SURVIVORS
The morning after, we see a bit of both.
We join the city’s pilgrimage, shuffling directionless down the center lane of 15th Avenue as the sun begins to rise. We are a tailgate without a football game, a processional without a funeral. Through it all, my dog pulls hard on her leash. She doesn’t like the sound of chainsaws or shouting or silence, and she is overwhelmed with far too much to sniff—the bolt of cloth flung a hundred yards from Hobby Lobby, the milk bottles still upright in the shell of a Krispy Kreme.
All of this seems like a dream, which is the closest we’ve come to dreaming in twenty-four hours. We hadn’t slept well the previous night, mostly due to the students partying in the apartments behind our house. They’d blared their music louder than the warning sirens, allowing every sound to float down from their balconies, infiltrating our half sleep with shouts for Ping-Pong balls and Solo cups.
But we were kept awake also by the whispers we repeated beneath the sheets—If we’d died,
my wife said, staring at the plus sign on her pregnancy test, then no one would’ve known about you.
So many lost so much that day, but we still kept our secret.
A Test of the Emergency
Alert System
Directions:
To the best of your ability, please answer the following questions.
1.) Which of the following is not currently found in my bathtub?
a.) My wife
b.) My dog
c.) My unborn child
d.) Tornado
2.) Which of the following activities are best performed while enduring a disaster in your bathtub?
a.) Secret sharing
b.) Secret keeping
c.) Dog petting
d.) Scrubbing the tub
e.) All of the above
3.) Which of the following is the proper response in the immediate aftermath of a disaster?
a.) Calling family
b.) Calling friends
c.) Waiting for the cell phone signal
d.) Continuing to wait for the cell phone signal
e.) Leashing your dog
f.) Unleashing your dog
g.) Introducing yourself to God
h.) Introducing God to your wife and dog and unborn child
i.) Living up to your part of the bargain
j.) Exiting your house
k.) Wondering how your plant didn’t tip
l.) Drinking a beer
m.) Drinking two beers
n.) Drinking zero beers and remembering your part of the bargain
o.) Drinking four beers and remembering your part of the bargain
p.) Pouring your beer in the sink
q.) In the grass
r.) In the plant that didn’t tip
s.) Telling your wife the words that got stuck in your throat in that bathtub
t.) Writing your wife a note—it’ll last longer
u.) Taking a photo—it’ll last longer
v.) Crumbling that note, that photo, and cracking that beer instead
w.) Unleashing yourself to God
x.) All of the above
y.) Some of the above
z.) None
4.) True or False: You were just a little scared.
5.) Which of the following newspaper quotations has been fabricated?
a.) We saw it spinning across the street . . .
b.) I was standing at the door and saw it coming.
c.) . . . I looked out the window and saw it hovering over the lake . . .
d.) I was just trying to get my grandkids something to eat.
e.) It just sat there too. Like it was chilling.
f.) I have a shell of a home; just four walls.
g.) I pulled two dead bodies from a . . .
h.) I found an elderly lady and a three-year-old . . .
i.) People laid blankets over the bodies of neighbors . . .
j.) First responders didn’t attend to the dead.
k.) It happened too fast to be scared.
l.) This just can’t be true.
m.) None
6.) Which of the following tools most effectively removes debris?
a.) Chainsaw
b.) Axe
c.) Bow saw
d.) Poem
7.) Where is the silver lining?
8.) In what ways did your students respond to your attempts to contact them?
a.) With kind assurances of his safety
b.) With concern for your safety
c.) By writing you a poem
d.) By writing you an email
e.) By asking you for her final grade
f.) By thanking you for an awesome
semester
g.) By wishing you the best of luck in your new job
h.) By wishing you no ill will (despite the B–)
i.) By apologizing for the late paper—The tornado ate it.
j.) By asking for extra credit
k.) By asking pretty please
for extra credit
l.) By asking you for your story
m.) By asking you what she’s supposed to do now
n.) By asking you Where is the silver lining?
o.) By asking you if he’ll seriously never see you again
p.) By telling you she’ll Facebook you
q.) By telling you that composition class taught him little of survival
r.) By telling you that African American literature taught him little of survival
s.) By writing The nightmares won’t quit coming, will they?
t.) By writing TTYL
u.) By writing
v.) By not writing
w.) With silence
x.) All of the above
y.) Some of the above
z.) None
9.) In the space below, please draw a picture of anything but this.
Essay:
In the space below, please write whatever you must. You can understand, I’m sure, the necessity of writing, even in the dark. Of re-inhabiting a space you’d just as soon forget. I’m asking you not to forget. I’m asking you to remember. To recall the relief you felt in waking up the morning after. And the frustration you felt while mummy-wrapped in the sweat-soaked sheets.