Little was said until the stick, actually a Native-American-made,
beaded baton, was passed to Bonita Brice, 47, who had brought her two
young grandchildren. Brice said her mother died when she was 4; she was
passed among relatives and endured mistreatment (including once being
made to drink a bottle of turpentine, she explained later). She had
lost three sisters to heart disease and had had open-heart surgery
herself two years ago.
Pressing one child to her breast, she said she had never been out to
meet anyone there. “I miss my mama and I don’t even know her,” she
said, breaking into sobs.
“I don’t have nobody to talk to where I can say just what I feel.”
Brice’s story quickly spurred others. A woman said her father was
murdered; another, like Brice, lost her mother as a small child and
felt like an outcast in her family; a truck driver fought pneumonia
alone in a hospital for months, lost his apartment and lived out of his
truck for a year.
Before the evening ended, one woman in the circle gave Brice her
phone number and Brice, in turn, gave the woman who felt unwanted a
“It was so great I found somebody I could open up with,” she said later. “I’ve been holding it back so long.”
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