I'm glad I finally read this book. ( )

I place autobiographies with the author's place of birth, which Maya, birth name Marguerite Johnson, was born in St. Louis, Missouri, on 4 April 1928. But in this book, Maya begins her story at age 3 in Stamps, Arkansas.

Wow! Be sure to watch the short 22 minute video on Maya Angelou's Goodreads page before reading this book. You will get a great feel for her voice and true character. She revisits Stamps, Arkansas. After her parent's divorce, her father shipped her and her brother, Bailey, on a freight train all alone from California to Stamps, Arkansas, to live for the next 10 years with their grandmother who they would call Momma. She was 3-1/2 years old; Bailey was 4.

They lived in the back of the only black store in Stamps, the Wm. Johnson General Store, pictured in the video, which her grandmother owned and ran for 25 years. This was the hub of east Stamps and the safest place for Maya. They rarely crossed the railroad tracks that separated the whites from the blacks. They were so segregated that most black children didn't know what a real white person even looked like. They only heard about them. Only twice a year would their grandmother give Bailey and Maya money to cross the tracks for meat, usually liver, for the dinner table.

Her brother, Bailey, was the pride of the Henderson/Johnson family. He was everything Maya wasn't. Maya frequently got picked on about her ugliness, even from among her own black people. Bailey was the one to give Maya her name when they were little. He would never call her Marguerite. He would always say, Mya Sister. As time went by her name became "Maya".

It's interesting that the poor working people of Stamps didn't feel the Great Depression for two years because they were already so poor and lived off the land. It wasn't until the price of cotton they sold dropped so low, from ten cents to five cents a pound of cotton that they realized the Great Depression wasn't just for white folks.

Her father showed up one day from California, picked up the kids and drove them straight to St. Louis to see their mother, who was, in Maya's eyes, too beautiful to have children. But, here in St. Louis, they lived and learned more of the rough nightlife of their mother and her mother's wild and loud family. They were a mean bunch and her white German Grandmother Baxter married into the black world and had a lot of pull with the policeman, and with the lowest of criminals. They lived with their Baxter grandparents for a while then moved in with their mother and her boyfriend who ended up raping her when she was 7-1/2 years old. This is when she became mute. Maya stopped talking. They were only in St. Louis one year before being shipped back to Stamps, Arkansas, on a train. The town people gathered around them with questions about the north, and treated them like they were great travellers. The blacks there in Stamps couldn't understand how people made their money if they didn't grow cotton. Her brother, Bailey, played it up while she remained mute. Maya didn't like St. Louis as much as she didn't like Stamps. In her mind, these were only temporary homes.

She later goes to visit her dad and his live-in girlfriend in California. What a wild ride. He brings her into Mexico where he disappears at times for drinks, drugs and a romp in the sack with a Mexican gal. He was so wasted, and at age 15 with no driving experience, she had to drive them back across the border into California. It really was a miracle she made it through those growing years and became the person we all grew to love and admire.

Maya writes: "The needs of a society determines its ethics." She might be right about that, just take a look around us.

She died at age 86 on 28 May 2014 in
Winston-Salem, North Carolina. ( )

This book was a bit hit or miss for me. The first half I did not enjoy very much. The childish tone and perspective was clunky, and got in the way of the story Maya was trying to tell. In between the childish narrative, there'd be moments of beautiful prose, where she'd comment on things from a different perspective. These were the moments that I were reading for, and made me glad I did not give up on the book.

The last third of the book, in California, was incredible. The writing was just gorgeous, the content was interesting, and it had a few moments of insight or beautiful prose that literally made my jaw drop. Here are a few quotes that I really enjoyed.

"The needs of a society determine its ethics, and in the Black American ghettos the hero is that man who is offered only the crumbs from his country's table but by ingenuity and courage is able to take for himself a Lucullan feast."

"To be left alone on the tightrope of youthful unknowing is to experience the excruciating beauty of full freedom and the threat of eternal indecision. Few, if any, survive their teens. Most surrender to the vague but murderous pressure of adult conformity." ( )

This really exceeded my expectations - I think her Oprah-association and the new-agey sounding title made me delay reading this for several years. Angelou's strength is in the breadth of her experience as a child - we see the abject racism of small town Arkansas compared with the more subtle forms found in St. Louis and California. The most powerful chapters depict the demeaning words of a white speaker at her middle school graduation, and the refusal of a white dentist to treat a black child in extreme pain. These carefully chosen anecdotes reveal the permutations of racism and their various devastating effects. ( )

This book was a real eye-opener for me. It taught me about the trials and troubles faced by the author and her triumphs in dealing with them. Her relationships with her family members are explored in detail and the loving ones are a joy to read about, while the more difficult ones are very sad. Some relationships bring love and problems both of course - that is life. A great sort. ( )