Ms. Pamela Fiori
Letter to the Editor
Town & Country Magazine
300 West 57th Street – 33rd Floor
New York, NY 10019 February 4, 2009
Thank y’all for your article: “The Lady and the Vamp,” by Molly Haskell in your February issue. It was refreshing to read an article about a few ‘characters’ outside New York City. The complicated and controversial Scarlett and the sweet, simple yet steely Melanie are more alike than first glance gives us. They admired, complimented, tolerated, loved and forgave each other. Forgiveness. Not a quality recently seen on Reality TV (or what I call ‘Mean TV’), in movies, books or other print media.
Speaking of forgiveness, The Margaret Mitchell House and Museum in Atlanta is where the true, reality of my revealing and relevant story particular to our time begins. Margaret Mitchell lived in this converted two story house for 7 years while writing her Pulitzer-Prize winning novel, Gone With the Wind. This historic site scrapes by and struggles to survive not only because donors and donations are few, but because some regard Gone With the Wind to be a racist movie (I wonder how many have actually read the book), and repeatedly keep trying to burn the house to the ground.
The tour starts out typically with a walk through the house, then her apartment which is furnished with “alike furnishings and a typewriter of the period” from, as we were told by the guide, Goodwill. A bit shocking. The first treat, however, was the mahogany lion head gargoyle adorning the staircase outside of Margaret Mitchell’s apartment that upon entering and exiting, she rubbed for good luck.
Down the stairs into the brick basement we were shuffled for the second half of the tour. Immediately upon entering the basement, under glass and on the walls were many of Margaret Mitchell’s letters to her family and relatives for viewing and reading. In perusing this remarkable collection of letters, one can see the natural writer in Margaret Mitchell’s soul. A God given calling in her life she thankfully answered to. Then an unexpected turn after turning the corner.
In plain view were approximately 30 very nicely produced photographs of Martin Luther King, Jr., by Bob Adelman. Large, vivid, striking portraits of the man and of the time. Huh?
Quietly in the middle of the exhibit hung a black & white photograph of a 10 year old Martin Luther King, Jr., standing on the front stairs of what was a Hollywood ‘mock up’ of Tara singing “Negro Spirituals” with the Ebenezer Baptist Church Choir for the 1939 Gone With the Wind Movie Premiere Ball. His father was the choir director.
Surrounding the choir, milling about the grounds, was Atlanta’s privileged society enjoying their privileges. A seemingly all white audience; white men stood in their white tie, top hat and white gloves and white ladies stood in their beautiful ball gowns, white gloves, furs and evening clutches. Some members of this polite society were photographed listening politely to the choir, as others were seemingly there to see and be seen.
Then, the stark reality hit. There stood Martin Luther King, Jr., as a boy, part of the entertainment for the cream of a society that in 1939 he was not allowed to be a part of. Amazingly, as an adult, he rose like cream to the top, emerging in an American society as not only a grand figure of national importance, but as a tolerant, important role model for his generation and future generations to come.
My father always said: “The cream rises to the top,” and it does. And it has. Maybe it is time for us all to find a little forgiveness in our souls and our lives.
Respectfully Submitted,
Katherine Barrett Baker
Director, The Sabot School of Etiquette
Teaching tolerance
Manakin-Sabot, Virginia
