Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Love Story that Changed History – Richard and Mildred Loving


“When any society says that I cannot marry a certain person, that society has cut off a segment off my freedom,” Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., 1958.

"I am still not a political person, but I am proud that Richard's and my name is on a court case that can help reinforce the love, the commitment, the fairness, and the family that so many people, black or white, young or old, gay or straight seek in life. I support the freedom to marry for all. That's what Loving, and loving, are all about." Mildred's "Loving for All" statement, 6/12/07 - Source: Freedomtomarry.org

It seems appropriate on Valentine’s Day to celebrate the life and marriage of Richard and Mildred Loving. The Lovings were two people who never set out to change the law, nor were they activists in any way. They were just two crazy kids in love who wanted to get married. “We both thought about other people,” Richard Loving said in an interview with LIFE magazine in 1966, “but we are not doing it just because somebody had to do it and we wanted to be the ones. We are doing it for us.”

The year was 1958; Eisenhower was midway through his second term in office, Elvis was in the army, Michael Jackson would be born in August, the European Economic Community was founded, 14-year-old Bobby Fischer wins the United States Chess Championship. Artists like Jerry Lee Lewis, Chuck Berry, Bobby Darin, Connie Francis, the Everly Brothers and Ricky Nelson were climbing the charts. On the Road by Jack Kerouac had been published the year before. In February Ruth Carol Taylor was the first African American woman hired as a flight attendant. It was the twilight of the post-World War II era before the explosion of the Swinging Sixties.

On June 2, 1958, Richard Loving (1933 - 1975), who was white, and his part-black, part-Cherokee fiancée Mildred Jeter (1939 - 2008) travelled from Virginia to Washington, D.C. to be married. It was a shot-gun wedding, Mildred, 18 years old was pregnant. The young couple had known each other since she was 11 and he was 18 but it wasn’t until years later that their friendship turned to romance. No one in Caroline County, VA thought it was odd. The area was known for friendly relations between the two races, many people were clearly of mixed race. Ebony Magazine in an article published in 1967 reported that black “youngsters easily passed for white in neighboring towns.”

Five weeks after their wedding, the newlyweds were in bed in their house on the morning of July 11, 1958, when the county sheriff and two deputies, acting on an anonymous tip, burst into their bedroom and shined flashlights into their eyes. A threatening voice demanded, “Who is this woman you’re sleeping with?” Mildred replied, “I’m his wife.”Richard then pointed to the marriage certificate that hung on the bedroom wall. The sheriff replied with a sneer, “That’s no good here.”

The couple was arrested, and after several nights in jail, they pled guilty to violating the Virginia law called “The Racial Integrity Act.” The indictment read “cohabiting as man and wife, against the peace and dignity of the Commonwealth.” At the time, interracial marriage was still illegal in 24 states, including Virginia. The Virginia law had been on the books since 1662, adopted a year after Maryland enacted the first statute against interracial marriage. At one time, 38 states had similar laws against miscegenation. It wasn’t until 1948 that the California Supreme Court became one of the first to overturn the law in their state.

To avoid a jail sentence, the Lovings’ agreed to leave the state; they could return to Virginia, but not at the same time, for a period of 25 years. They paid the court fine of $36.29 each. Living in exile in D.C. with their three children, the Lovings’ missed their families, friends, and their life in the familiar surroundings of the Virginia hills. In 1963, Mildred wrote a letter to the then Attorney General Robert F. Kennedy asking for help. He wrote her back suggesting she get in touch with the American Civil Liberties Union.

Richard Loving kissing wife Mildred as he arrives home from work, King and Queen County, Va. ● April 1965 (© Estate of Grey Villet)

Two lawyers from the ACLU, Bernard S. Cohen and Philip J. Hirschkop, took the case. Hirschkop was only two years out of law school at the time. Despite their inexperience, they were aware of the challenges they faced at a time when many Americans were still vehement about segregation and maintaining the "purity of the races." A handful of similar cases to the Lovings had come up before in other states and had crashed and burned. However, the 1964 Civil Rights Act was beginning to change all that. The first problem the two lawyers faced was that the Lovings had pleaded guilty and therefore had no right to an appeal. So Cohen filed a motion to vacate the judgment on the Lovings' original conviction and set aside the sentence.

 Local Judge Leon Bazile denied the motion, stating, “Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, Malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents. And but for the interference with his arrangement there would be no cause for such marriages. The fact that he separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix.” After the Virginia Supreme Court responded with similarly antiquated and racist sentiments, Cohen and Hirschkop seized the opportunity to take the case to the U.S. Supreme Court.

Although the odds of getting a case heard by the Court were slim, Cohen and Hirschkop learned that Loving v. Virginia would be heard on April 10, 1967. In oral arguments, the State compared anti-miscegenation statutes to the right to prohibit incest, polygamy, and underage marriage, claiming that children are victims in an interracial marriage. Hirschkop argued that laws must treat each citizen equally, and that “when a law is based on race, it is immediately suspect and the burden is shifted to the state to show there is a compelling interest to have that sort of racial differentiation.” And though the Lovings chose not to attend, Cohen may have made the most compelling case by relaying to Chief Justice Warren and his fellow judges Richard's simple message: "Tell the court that I love my wife, and it is unfair that I can't live with her in Virginia."

After a two-month wait, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled unanimously in favor of the Lovings on June 12, 1967, citing that Virginia’s law violated the 14th Amendment to the United States Constitution. This precedent-setting decision resulted in 16 states being ordered to overturn their bans on interracial marriage. Alabama was the last holdout, finally repealing its anti-miscegenation law in 2000. After the ruling, Richard told EBONY magazine, “For the first time, I could put my arm around her and publicly call her my wife.” June 12 has become known as Loving Day, an unofficial holiday with events around the country to mark the advances of mixed-raced couples. Unfortunately Richard and Mildred Loving didn’t have long to celebrate their landmark victory. Richard was killed in 1975 when a drunk driver hit their car. He was 41. Mildred died of pneumonia in 2008, a year after the 40th anniversary of the Supreme Court decision. She was 68. Although she and the sheriff who had arrested them lived in the same Virginia town for decades, they never exchanged a single word. Mildred never thought she had done anything extraordinary. “It wasn’t my doing,” she told the Associated Press in 2007. “It was God’s work.”

Tonight HBO will honor the story of the Lovings with a documentary entitled “The Loving Story.” And the International Center of Photography in New York City has an exhibit of photographs taken of the couple for LIFE Magazine in 1966. Looking at these photos, it’s hard to believe that anyone would want to keep this couple apart but that’s exactly what almost happened. According to the Associate Press, there are more than 4 million "mixed marriages" in the United States, and roughly one in seven new marriages are between people of different ethnicities. However, there are still people who object to interracial marriage. The sheriff who arrested the Lovings is against interracial marriage, and just a few years ago a justice of the peace in Louisiana refused to marry an interracial couple because he didn't believe in it.

Although we have come a long way in the 45 years since the Lovings took their stand but we still have a long way to go before everyone in this country has an equal right to marriage.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Scandalous Women Celebrates Whitney Houston (1963-2012)



This weekend the world mourned the loss of singer Whitney Houston. I still have a hard time believing that she is gone, that her voice has been silenced. Just like I'll always remember where I was when I heard that John Lennon had been killed, I'll always remember where I was when I heard Whitney died. I was sitting at a bar hanging out with a friend, on Saturday night, when the bartender announced that Whitney Houston had died.

WTH?

How could that have happened? It didn't seem possible, I had just seen a clip on one of the infotainment shows that she had filmed a role in a remake of the 1970's classic SPARKLE, which she was also involved in producing. Although she'd been absent from the music business since her 2009 album wasn't as successful as her previous efforts, it seemed only a matter of time that she would be back in the studio again. After all, her ex Bobby Brown, had made a comeback of sorts on CMT of all places, and was now back touring with New Edition again. It seemed as if they had both put their tumultuous marriage and their problems with drugs in the past.

I came of age at the same time as Whitney Houston. She was born in 1963, a year before I was. We even shared a name, Elizabeth (her middle name, my first). I can remember so clearly when her first album came out. Her music was so infectious and her voice was so glorious, it didn't seem possible that such a powerful voice could come out of one person. How many of us tried though to sing like her, standing in front of the mirror with a hairbrush, or singing along in the shower? But there was only one Whitney Houston. She was also drop dead gorgeous which didn't hurt.  It seemed as if she was the complete package. And then THE BODYGUARD came out, and she added acting to a long list of accomplishments including 6 Grammy Awards, 22 American Music Awards, and 30 Billboard Awards. There would be no Mariah Carey, no Celine Dion, or Christina Aguilera if Whitney hadn't paved the way for the powerhouse vocalist that dominated the airwaves in the late 80's and early 90's. But she towered over them all. Who else but Whitney could take a Dolly Parton song and turn it into a powerhouse anthem? Dolly's own rendition sounded downright anemic compared to Whitney's version.  Not to mention what she did with the Star Spangled Banner, turning our national anthem into a hit pop record! I still have the cassette tape that I bought of her first album, and I've worn out the CD's of THE BODYGUARD, and her 1998 CD MY LOVE IS YOUR LOVE.

It seemed like Whitney was born to sing, her mother was gospel singer Cissy Houston, her cousin Dionne Warwick and her god-mother Aretha Franklin.  It was like the story of Sleeping Beauty, where the various fairies came and blessed her with many gifts, beauty, talent, poise. Unfortunately the evil fairy also showed up, blessing Whitney with the curse of so many performers, an addiction to alcohol and cocaine.  I remember the early years of Whitney's career, when she appeared to be the quintessential "good girl" of R&B. We all knew that she had grown up singing in the church in New Jersey, she dressed modestly for a pop-star, no plunging necklaces for Whitney! But there were rumors from the beginning that she was not the image that she was made out to be.

The tabloids constantly ran stories that Whitney and her best friend Robin were more than just friends.  Tere were stories that she was a diva, with a trashy mouth (anyone who watched BEING BOBBY BROWN knows that part is true). And then in 1992, she married the bad boy of R&B Bobby Brown.  Brown grew up in a rough neighborhood outside of Boston, had already fathered a string of kids, not to mention arrests for indecency. The tabloid press fell all over themselves chronically their life together, which seemed to consist of Bobby getting arrested and Whitney showing up loyally at his side in courtrooms. Along the way, she managed to continue acting and singing, recording 2 more hit albums. But it soon became clear that the couple had spiraled into drug addiction.  Later on, Whitney blamed Bobby partly for her drug use. The marriage continued to spiral out of control, culminating in a reality TV BEING BOBBY BROWN which chronicled a superstar that was struggling. Since their divorce in 2007, Houston went to rehab, and seemed to have gotten her act back together. 

At times like this, one can't help but wonder "what if?"  What if she had gotten help sooner? Those questions will always go unanswered.

Whitney's voice was the one that we listened to when we were sad, when we wanted to dance, when we got married.

R.I.P. Whitney

Friday, February 10, 2012

GOMEZ ENLÈVE LE SINGE QUI ÉTAIT SUR SON DOS...


Il y a une expression anglaise, "to get the monkey off your back", qui signifie : régler un problème qui perdure depuis très longtemps. Ça s'applique à merveille à Scott Gomez qui, a mis fin hier soir à une disette de 369 jours sans marquer de but dans la LNH. Auteur du but gagnant dans la victoire de 4-2 du torCHon contre les Islanders de New York, le "Gomer" était soulagé dans le vestiaire du club visiteur dans le vieux Nassau Coliseum de Uniondale : "c'est fini", déclarait-il, en pensant qu'on ne l'achalerait plus avec cette méga-léthargie qui est devenue le principal sujet de discussion dans les médias et les réseaux sociaux ces dernières semaines. Un véritable phénomène national. Ahhhh... Oui mais, ce n'est pas tout à fait terminé puisque nombre de rigolos sur internet ont reparti les compteurs à zéro en prévoyant que le prochain but de Gomez pourrait beaucoup tarder à venir... Mais les sabliers qui mesureront cette prochaine disette de buts pourraient s'arrêter brusquement si, comme la rumeur le veut, le célèbre no 11 des CHieux prend sa retraite à la fin de la présente saison. Bien entendu, avant qu'il en vienne à mettre un terme à sa carrière, les CHaudrons auront préalablement dû racheter ce qui reste du fabuleux contrat de 51,5 millions de dollars de Gomez, auquel il reste encore deux ans à courir.



Pour expliquer pourquoi le "Gomer" a pu enfin déjouer un gardien de buts (autre que ses coéquipiers Scary Price ou Peter Budaj dans les pratiques), certains prétexteront une intervention divine ("la main de Dieu"). En effet, avant la partie d'hier soir, l'Église catholique de Moronréal avait fait publier une annonce dans les journaux locaux. Cette publicité demandait au peuple de prier afin que le Cacanadien participe miraculeusement aux séries éliminatoires du printemps prochain. Et sans le spécifier, cette invitation à la prière en faveur de la Sainte Guenille, était peut-être indirectement un appel à la divine Providence pour qu'elle donne un but à Gomez... Le miracle s'étant produit presque immédiatement, le miraculé est-il ainsi devenu instantanément un Saint qui guidera la Sainte Flanelle à la terre promise des séries de la Coupe Stanley ? En tout cas, les farces au sujet du plus gros salarié du torCHon continuent à égayer les forums sur le web. Elles ont juste pris une autre tournure du genre : "si Gomez a enfin pu compter un but, rien n'est impossible, tout se peut, comme (insérer la joke ici)"...



Même après avoir gagné un troisième match d'affilé hier soir, il y a encore loin de la Coupe aux lèvres pour les CanaCHiens. Ça va prendre plus que des prières pour se hisser au dernier rang donnant droit à un laissez-passer pour les éliminatoires. Il y a trop de clubs de force comparable qui luttent pour la 8e place. Ils vont se dévorer entre eux et ils vont faire du sur-place. Le Caca ne parvient pas vraiment à s'éloigner du dernier rang. Demain soir à Toronto, les Maple Leafs sont dus pour l'emporter dans ce match avant lequel on va honorer Mats Sundin. En cas de défaite de la CHiasse, ce sera un autre coup dur, sinon fatal, puisque ce sont les Leafs qui occupent ce fameux 8e échelon, et qu'ils consolideraient ainsi davantage leur position au classement.

Pendant ce temps, les spéculations vont toujours bon train en ce qui concerne le choix du prochain patron hockey de la CHarogne. Pour remplacer Pierre Gauthier, diverses candidatures sont avancées, quelques-unes sérieuses, d'autres farfelues : Vincent Damphousse, Julien Brisebois (actuel assistant à Steve Yzerman à Tampa Bay), Marc Bergevin (assistant du DG à Chicago), Pierre McGuire (analyste à TSN), Craig Button (autre analyste à la télé et ex-DG des Flames). Ouais... pas forts comme candidats. Les fefans espèrent aussi que les choses vont continuer d'aller mal chez le Lightning, afin que Guy Boucher soit congédié et vienne coacher à Mourial. Ils peuvent toujours rêver...et prier ! Oh ! J'ai oublié de préciser que le singe sur le dos de Gomez (photo du haut, sous le titre) n'est pas P.K. Subban... P.K. est plus grimaçant... Ha ! Ha ! Ha !

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Scandalous Women Celebrates Black History Month

February is Black History Month and to celebrate, I thought I share links to all the posts here on Scandalous Women & around the blogosphere that have celebrated the achievements of Black Women over the centuries.

Elizabeth Keckly - Mary Todd Lincoln's dressmaker

Lucy Parsons: An American Revolutionary

Sally Hemings - Dusky Sally: The Controversy over Thomas Jefferson & Sally Hemings

Marie Laveau: Voodoo Queen of New Orleans

Josephine Baker

Mary Ellen Pleasant

Ida Wells-Barnett: Crusader for Justice

Bessie Smith: Empress of the Blues

Queen Ranavalona - The Mad Monarch of Madagascar

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

SIÈGES VIDES AU CENTRE POUBELL : DE PLUS EN PLUS DE FEFANS DU CH SONT TANNÉS DE SE FAIRE AVOIR PAR LES MOLSON...


Cette année, avec la déconfiture du torCHon de Moronréal, c'est le retour de l'âge d'or des Anti-Habs. Comme dans le bon temps où les CHaudrons étaient dirigés par Réjean "peanut" Houle et de Mario "le consanguin" Tremblay. L'effet est prodigieux ! Moi qui était pas mal le seul blogueur à m'amuser aux dépens de la Sainte Guenille, voilà que presque tout un chacun raconte des "jokes" pour se moquer des CHieux. Les rois du tripot, les humoristes, se mettent déjà de la partie en faisant au moins un numéro dans leurs spectacles pour ridiculiser le CHicolore. Et ils sont certains de s'attirer les rires gras de leur public. Faut dire que les amuseurs publics ont l'embarras du choix pour mettre les rieurs de leur côté : presque tous les joueurs de la Flanelle flétrie sont des farces sur patins. Et les membres de la direction des CHaudrons sont encore plus pourris ! On peut ajouter que les partisans de l'équipe sont les dindons de la farce. Heureusement, plusieurs fefans préfèrent rire des déboires du club de pics pics des Molson plutôt que d'en pleurer. Mais il y en a d'autres qui ne veulent plus qu'on se paie leur tête. Même s'ils ont payé leurs billets à prix d'or, ils refusent d'assister au spectacle décadent et ennuyant offert par la CHiasse au Centre PouBell. Signe des temps qui ne ment pas, ils ne trouvent aucun preneur pour leurs laissez-passer, même en les offrant gratuitement aux gens de leur entourage. De nombreux sièges demeurent donc vides aux matchs locaux du Caca. Le schéma ci-dessus représente bien la situation. Il montre un bain (le Centre BêêêBell) dans lequel le Club de Hockey CanaCHien (l'homme) fourre les fefans avec la complicité des membres des médias (douche téléphone !)... C'est clair et net ! Non, je ne suis plus seul à faire des montages photographiques ou à écrire des histoires pour tourner en dérision la CHnoutte. Les exemples pullulent sur divers sites internet. Je vais d'ailleurs vous en montrer quelques-uns dans les prochains jours.



La fin de semaine dernière, c'est surtout Scott "no goal" Gomez qui a été le bouc émissaire des sarcastiques fefans qui ont choisi l'humour pour dénoncer la stupidité de l'état-major de la CHarogne, maître d'oeuvre du présent méga-gâchis, dont toute l'Amérique se moque désormais. Déguisés en mexicains (photo), ils ont souligné le premier anniversaire du dernier but de Gomez (5 février 2011). Un site web (célebrons gomez) a aussi été construit pour, entre autres railleries, continuer à mesurer en années, en mois, en jours, en heures, en minutes et en secondes la durée de la présente disette de buts de l'ami Scotty. Mais Gomez n'est que le principal symbole de la saison de misère du Cacad'CHien. À part quatre ou cinq joueurs, tous les autres porte-couleurs du CHiendent offrent des performances honteuses matchs après matchs. Ils sont bien contents que toute l'attention soit sur le 11 des CHaudrons. Une dizaine d'entre eux seraient sur le marché des échanges puisque la présente campagne des CHieux est belle et bien perdue. N'en déplaisent à certains fefans névrosés qui espèrent encore le miracle d'une participation aux séries éliminatoires. Au cours de leurs dix dernières parties, le torCHon a autant de défaites que de victoires. Certes, les Sénateurs d'Ottawa sont en chute libre (8e rang, 2 v. 8 d. à leurs dix dernières joutes) et les Panthers de la Floride en arrachent (9e place, et fiche de 3-7 à leurs dix derniers matchs), mais d'autres concurrents directs des Canailliens, soit Toronto, les Islanders, Tampa Bay et la Caroline ont tous six victoires dans leurs dix dernières rencontres. Ce qui fait que la CHiure ne fait aucun progrès et reste dans les bas fonds du classement, avec de moins en moins de parties à jouer. Selon un scénario très conservateur, le site STATISTIQUES DES SPORTS évaluent leurs chances de faire les playoffs à 8,6 %. Imaginez un élève qui recevrait sa copie corrigée d'un examen et y verrait un tel résultat...



Pour le match Penguins/Canayins mardi soir dans la grande grange pleine de fumier des Molson, il y avait beaucoup d'éclaireurs des autres clubs de la LNH. Si Mathieu Darche a joué plus de vingt minutes (son plus haut total cette saison), c'est qu'on veut le montrer le plus possible afin de s'en débarrasser avant la date limite des échanges, à la fin du mois. Moen et Gill vont aussi quitter la métropauvre d'ici peu. Ce ne sera pas le cas de Subban. Personne ne veut de cette honte pour la Ligue. Et le Cacanadien veut le garder comme bouche-trou. Un dépisteur a confié à un journaliste anglophone de Mourial qu'il a comptabilisé dernièrement le nombre de batailles à un contre un que P.K. gagne durant les matchs. C'est un facteur très important pour évaluer le travail d'un défenseur. Or, selon le dépisteur en question, le noiraud du torCHon ne remporte pas la moitié de ses confrontations avec les joueurs adverses. On préfère s'en tenir loin car à part faire des gaffes, jouer la comédie, et se sauver de ceux qui veulent lui régler son compte pour ses saloperies, P.K. n'est bon à rien. Mardi, après avoir rudoyé Malkin (photo) Subban s'est penché pour éviter la charge de Letang qui venait à la rescousse de son coéquipier attaqué illégalement. À une autre occasion, lorsque ça chauffait près du but de Scary Price, Subban s'est arrangé pour reculer sur la cage tout en s'assurant d'avoir un arbitre devant lui pour le protéger contre un joueur belliqueux des Pens qui voulait le moucher. Ainsi pris en sandwich entre le filet et un officiel, P.K. ne pouvait plus être menacé ni par-devant, ni par-derrière ! Du P.K. tout craché ! Il fait souvent ce petit manège en s'appuyant sur la bande, tout en s'assurant d'être caché derrière un zèbre... Voici la séquence vidéo montrant Letang foncer sur Subbanane... Remarquez aussi que le sournois no 76 des CHaudrons en profite pour planter Malkin après que ce dernier ait été plaqué par Darche. J'aurais aimé qu'un plus gros joueur que Letang fasse voir des étoiles et perdre quelques dents au gros sans dessein du Caca... Ce n'est que partie remise...

Friday, February 3, 2012

The Glamorous Garman Sisters

The Garman family

"No other contemporary women had much poetry, good, bad and indifferent, written about them, or had so many portraits or busts made of them." - Roy Campbell

It seems like the Garman sisters have been on the edge of my periphery for ages now. Just recently I read about them in article on Lucien Freud in the February issue of Vanity Fair.  Douglas Garman had a long affair with Peggy Guggenheim, who was the subject of an earlier blog post here at Scandalous Women. Pick up any biography of the Bloomsbury Group and you will see their names. Like the better-known Mitfords, the Garman sisters took center stage in Bohemian London during the first half of the twentieth century. Unconventionally beautiful, flamboyant, and headstrong, they broke away from middle-class conventions, seducing and inspiring a generation of artists. While all of the Garmans were artistic in their own right, it seems that their greatest gift to the world was to inspire other artists. These siblings seemed to possess an uncanny ability to turn heads, break hearts, and spark creative genius.

Like the theme song from The Mary Tyler Moore show, these three women “could turn on the world on with her smile, who can take a nothing place and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile…” As their biographer Cressida Connolly put it in her biography, “People fell in love with them. They were lovely to be in love with, passionate, generous, and beautiful. They sent secret notes at midnight and left their pillows smelling of scent. They gave presents: books of poetry, music, wildflowers. They made dramatic entrances and exits, their arms full of lilies, haunting railway stations throughout Europe, intoxicating their lovers with sudden meetings and long goodbyes.” Seriously who wouldn’t want to know someone like that?

There were 9 children in all, 7 sisters and 2 brothers, in the Garman family but this post will only focus on the three who had the most impact on the world. The eldest sister Mary (1898-1989) married the maverick poet Roy Campbell. Kathleen (1901-1989), an enigmatic artist's model and aspiring pianist, was the lover and, later, the wife of controversial American-born sculptor Jacob Epstein. And the youngest and considered the most beautiful of the sisters, Lorna (1911-2000), was the lover of both the painter Lucian Freud and the poet Laurie Lee.

The children grew up at Oakeswell Hall in what is known as “The Black Country” near Birmingham in England. Their father was a prosperous doctor, a proper Victorian father, twenty years older than their mother. Although the family was not rich, there was enough money for the usual servants that you find in a big house, including a governess. The children lived an idyllic late Victorian/early Edwardian childhood of picnics interspersed with lessons and piano practice. From the beginning, however, Mary and Kathleen showed signs of rebellion against the stultifying conventions of their middle class upbringing. They stole knickknacks from the drawing room, using their younger siblings to fence the goods for cash. With the proceeds, they bought cigarettes and French novels. When their father, Walter, caught them reading Flaubert’s racy Madame Bovary, he snatched it out of their hands and consigned it to the fire. His actions only made them rebel more; there were forays into town to buy drinks at the pub, and excursions to the cinema.


Mary Garman

Kathleen Garman during the early years of her affair with Jacob Epstein

After the war, the two sisters ran off to London. Mary took a job driving a delivery van for Lyon’s Corner Houses while Kathleen took a job working with the horses that pulled the carriages for Harrods.  When their father found out, he was appalled at their behavior, but when he realized that they were serious, he gave them an allowance which allowed them to quit their jobs. Instead they both enrolled in art school. One night in 1921, Kathleen and Mary were having dinner out when they became aware that a strange man kept staring at them. The waiter brought over a note, asking them to join him to dine. Although they were amused and flattered, they declined. The man turned out to be the American-born sculptor Jacob Epstein. When Kathleen went back to the restaurant a few days later, Epstein was there again. This time Kathleen agreed to sit with him. Kathleen was twenty, and Jacob was twenty years older. A few days later, she had agreed to sit for him. Before long, she was not only his model but his mistress, beginning a more than thirty-year relationship, marred only by his wife’s shooting her with a pearl-handled revolver in 1923. It seems that while Mrs. Epstein tolerated her husband’s infidelities, she instinctively knew that Kathleen was different from the other women her husband had been involved with, and she was not happy. When shooting Kathleen didn’t scare her off, she took the tactic of encouraging her husband to pursue other lovers, hoping that his love for Kathleen would fade away. No such luck! The incident left Kathleen with a permanent scar, and unable to wear sleeveless dresses but it didn’t end the affair.  Kathleen was so devoted to Epstein, that she didn’t press charges because he asked her not too. She even went so far as to agree to ride around Hyde Park in an open cab with his wife so that newspaper reporters could see that there was no enmity between them. Kathleen further scandalized society by giving birth to three children by Epstein, Theo, Kitty and Esther (a fourth child died of SIDS while Kathleen was playing piano in the same room). All three children bore their mother’s last name. It wasn’t until after Margaret’s death, and his knighthood in 1954, that Epstein and Kathleen were married, making her Lady Epstein.

A bust of Kathleen by Jacob Epstein

Not to be outdone by her younger sister, Mary soon met and married the South African poet Roy Campbell, despite the fact that he hung her out of a fourth floor window so that she would gain some respect for him. Cressida Connolly has pointed out: "Within three days he had moved into the girls' studio room. Tall and thin, with startlingly blue eyes, he was already writing poetry, living on beer and forgetting to eat - or eating only radishes, their leaves and all, bought from a market stall. The girls decided to fatten him up, and the three of them would lie, arm in arm, in front of the fire while he read them fragments from the poems which would become his first book."


She wore black with a gold veil to the wedding. It was a tempestuous marriage from the beginning. The couple lived on the edge of poverty for years, poetry not being incredibly lucrative. They had two daughters Tess and Annie, but Mary soon fell under the spell, like many before her, of Vita Sackville-West. In Vita, Mary had found the perfect combination of mother figure and lover. But Vita was an all-together cooler customer. While she had many lovers, her marriage to Harold Nicolson provided the perfect escape route when things got too sticky. Campbell’s verse attack on the Bloomsbury group following the affair was the literary scandal of the epoch. Sackville-West’s other lover, Virginia Woolf, was moved to write Orlando in response to the affair. There were threats and tears, until the family finally decamped to the South of France.


Lorna Garman

Lorna, the youngest, was perhaps the wildest of all. “She was amoral really,” her daughter Yasmin later said. “But everyone forgave her because she was such a life-giver.” She wore exotic clothing, rode her horse at night, and swam naked in the lake. At the tender age of 14, she seduced her brother’s college friend Ernest Wishart who was 9 years her senior, and should have known better. When she turned 16, they were married. Of the three sisters, while Kathleen bagged the great artist, Lorna bagged herself a member of the landed gentry. She would be the only one of the three sisters who was financially well-off (during the Spanish Civil War, she sent Laurie Lee pound notes soaked in Chanel No. 5). By the time she was 21, Lorna had given birth to two sons, Michael and Luke. Because she was so young when they married, her husband turned a blind eye to her affairs, even raising her daughter Yasmin by Laurie Lee as his, until she asked if one of her lovers could move into a cottage on their estate. Even that was too much for her forgiving husband. Her relationship with the much younger Freud (she gave him the Zebra head that appears in several of his paintings) ended when she discovered that he was also involved with a younger actress. She told him, “I thought I was giving you up for Lent but I’m giving you up for good.” Both of her former lovers married her nieces, Lucien to Kitty Garman (Kathleen’s daughter) and Laurie Lee to her sister Helen’s daughter Kathy Pologe.

There is a tragic side to the Garman’s story. Mary’s husband Roy died in a car accident in Spain in 1957. Although they inspired great love and affection from their lovers, they were not the best mothers. Mary pretty much expected her daughters to raise themselves. “We were never told how to sit and a table….or how important it was to change our knickers every so often,” Anna later said. Her neglect led Tessa to suffer for years from anorexia. Kathleen spent most of her time at Epstein's beck and call, which left little time to be a mother. She sent her two daughters to live in the country to be raised by their grandmother while she kept her son Theo with her. A promising painter, he was diagnosed with schizophrenia while in his twenties. He died unexpectedly at the age of 29. Her daughter Esther, distraught over her brother’s death and the suicide of a young man whose marriage proposal she had rejected, committed suicide less than a year later. Lorna and her children basically grew up together.


Later in life, both Lorna and Mary became devout Catholics. Kathleen, after Epstein’s death, became the keeper of his flame, donating many of his works to museums in Israel as well as becoming a collector in her own right. Her collection forms part of the Garman/Ryan Collection at the Walsall Library.

Sources:

Cressida Connolly - The Rare and The Beautiful: The Lives of the Garmans

LA DESCENTE AUX ENFERS DU CH SE POURSUIT : SAISON DE RÊVE POUR LES ANTI-HABS !



On en rêvait depuis longtemps et voilà, elle est là, elle se confirme : la descente aux enfers du Cacanadien de Moronréal ! Le réveil est brutal pour les fefans. C'est normal, plus vous êtes arrogants, plus vous tombez de haut quand vos prétentions grotesques sont foulées aux pieds. Plus vous avez la tête enflée et la bave à la bouche, plus vous avez l'air fou quand votre morgue vous éclate en pleine face ! Les Anti-Habs exultent ! Que demander de plus sinon que la pourriture du torCHon dure encore longtemps... C'est absolument génial de voir s'écrouler les CHieux lorsqu'ils mènent au pointage après deux périodes ou lorsqu'ils marquent les premiers dans un match. Ils excitent d'abord les fefans au maximum avant de les précipiter dans l'agonie de la défaite ! Fabuleux !


En effet, les CHaudrons ont la pire fiche de toute la Ligue Nationale lorsqu'ils scorent le premier but (quinze défaites et une moyenne de .423). Et seuls les malheureux Blue Jackets de Columbus sont plus mauvais que les CHieux quand ils mènent au pointage après deux périodes de jeu (hier c'était la sixième fois que les Minables Canailliens perdaient après avoir mené par deux buts). Du joli et du gâteau mes amis ! En cette saison de rêve pour nous, les CanaDindes de Morverial ont enregistré 39 buts en 3e période mais ils en ont donné 51 à leurs adversaires. On appelle ça s'effondrer sur le cul...et pas à peu près !


C'est la famine chez le Caca : on manque de tout. Pas de talent, pas de courage, pas de leadership, pas de coeur, pas de compétence à la direction. Bref, un beau gâchis et la dernière position au classement de l'Est. Merci aux sans-génie que sont Pierre Gauthier, Bob Gainey et Trevor Timmins pour ces moments de bonheur incommensurable ! On vous en sera toujours reconnaissants ! Quel magnifique spectacle de voir certains journalistes-guidounes du CH se retourner contre cette équipe en perdition, sauter du navire CHicolore qui coule à pic (avec des milliers de rats qui sortent de la cale) !



Il régnait un silence de mort dans le vestiaire du Caca après cet autre revers humiliant de 5 à 3 contre les Devils au New Jersey (les quatre derniers buts sans réplique pour les Démons). Et de fait, de mort il fallait parler puisque les Devils ont probablement planté le dernier clou dans le cercueil de la CHarogne. Le délire des fefans est déjà commencé et il ne fera qu'empirer quand Gauthier procédera à des échanges-bidons. Nous, les pourfendeurs du CHiendent, on va plutôt se bidonner ! Jamais décomposition et putréfaction d'un cadavre (le CH) n'aura senti aussi bon !!! Ha ! Ha ! Ha ! Le démantèlement de la CHiasse et son incapacité à se reconstruire pourraient nous apporter encore plusieurs années de rire et de félicité ! Remercions la Providence ! Tout dans cette organisation-citron semble croche et futile. Heureusement pour ses membres et ses propriétaires, ils peuvent encore endormir les fefans et leur vider les poches. Ces pauvres cancres se laissent exploités comme des imbéciles heureux ! Faut croire qu'ils aiment ça se faire manger la laine sur le dos ! Dire qu'il y en a encore qui essayent de recomposer des trios potables et d'imaginer des solutions pour leur club fini. Oubliez ça, cessez de fouetter un cheval mort !



Pour ceux qui n'étaient pas encore au courant, ils ont vu que la vraie saison de hockey est commencée depuis la pause du match des étoiles. Les mises en échec sont plus nombreuses et beaucoup plus virulentes. David Clarkson avec huit, et Eric Boulton avec six, ont donné les meilleurs coups aux CHieux hier. Scary Price s'est fait passer tout un sapin sur le premier but des Devils alors que le torCHon menait par deux buts en première période. À l'autre bout de la patinoire, Martin Brodeur accordait trop de retours de lancers et ils n'a pas paru à son mieux en début de rencontre. Sauf qu'après avoir concédé trois buts, il a fermé la porte par la suite, ce qui lui a permis de porter à 42 son total de victoires à vie contre la CHnoutte. On a assisté à plusieurs buts pas très jolis, résultats de déviations et de bonds bizarres. Desharnais a d'ailleurs ouvert le pointage avec son "kisser" (la rondelle a ricoché contre sa bouche).


Comme je l'écrivais dans mon dernier billet, Erik Cole semble en avoir assez de se fendre le cul pour les CHaudrons. Hier soir, il a souvent "pogné" les nerfs et il a écopé de punitions d'indiscipline. Il a terminé sa soirée de travail avec un affreux -3 à sa fiche. Juste avant le but gagnant de Parise (photo), il a tenté de faire prendre une pénalité à Kovalchuk en feignant de se faire accrocher. La reprise montre que le joueur des Devils a touché à Cole avec son bâton mais sans le harponner. Le coach manqué des CHaudrons, Randy Cunneyworth, n'avait donc pas raison de crier au meurtre après les officiels. Cole a passé la soirée à se plaindre aux arbitres. Il n'a pas aidé sa cause et sa frustration n'augure rien de bon pour le Cacad'CHien.



Normalement, Scary Price est en beau fusil après de telles contre-performances des siens. Surtout quand ses défenseurs (Kaberle et Subban sur la photo ci-dessus) le laissent se faire décarcasser par les joueurs adverses. Mais dans le vestiaire après la rencontre, il ressemblait à un gars qui a baissé les bras, qui est résigné, qui a abandonné. C'est peut-être la raison pour laquelle Peter Budaj sera devant la cage demain contre les Capitals. On rapporte que Ovechkin est impatient de revenir au jeu après sa suspension de trois matchs qui vient justement de se terminer. Il pourrait en faire voir de toutes les couleurs au Caca. Ce sera un match en après-midi, ce qui signifie qu'il y aura vraisemblablement beaucoup d'enfants dans les estrades du Centre PouBell. Ils risquent de s'ennuyer si leurs héros jouent comme ils en sont capables, c'est-à-dire, très très mal ! Les montagnes russes ça peut être amusant, mais pas quand ça descend tout le temps !


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Dimanche c'est le Super Bowl XLVI à Indianapolis. Il mettra aux prises les Giants de New York et les Patriots de la Nouvelle-Angleterre. Ce devrait être une bataille palpitante faite de rebondissements spectaculaires et de hauts faits d'armes. J'analyse les forces en présence et je pronostique l'issue du match de football de l'année aux USA. C'est à lire et à voir (quelques très belles photographies) sur mon blogue FOOTBALL MANIA AVEC HACKSAW (http://footballmaniaavechacksaw.blogspot.com).