Michelle Kuo is the author of Reading with Patrick, a memoir of her literary friendship with a student in a small town in the Mississippi Delta. She is a graduate of Harvard Law School and had worked as an immigrants’ rights lawyer in the Fruitvale District of Oakland, California.
Following is the full transcript of her TED Talk titled “The Healing Power of Reading”. This talk was given at a TEDxTaipei event in September 2018.
Listen to the MP3 Audio here: The Healing Power of Reading by Michelle Kuo
Michelle Kuo – TED Talk TRANSCRIPT
I want to talk today about how reading can change our lives and about the limits of that change.
I want to talk to you about how reading can give us a shareable world of powerful human connection but also about how that connection is always partial, how reading is ultimately a lonely idiosyncratic undertaking.
The writer who changed my life was the great African American novelist James Baldwin. When I was growing up in Western Michigan in the 1980s, there weren’t many Asian American writers interested in social change. And so I think I turned to James Baldwin as a way to fill this void, as a way to feel racially conscious.
But perhaps because I knew I wasn’t myself African American, I also felt challenged and indicted by his words, especially these words.
“There are liberals who have all the proper attitudes but no real convictions. When the chips are down and you somehow expect them to deliver they’re somehow not there.”
They’re somehow not there.
I took those words very literally: Where should I put myself?
I went to the Mississippi Delta, one of the poorest regions of the United States. This is a place shaped by a powerful history. In the 1960s, African Americans risked their lives to fight for education, to fight for their right to vote. I wanted to be a part of that change to help young teenagers graduate and go to college.
When I got to the Mississippi Delta, it was a place that was still poor, still segregated, still dramatically in need of change. My school, where I was placed, had no library, no guidance counselor but it did have a police officer. Half the teachers were substitutes. And when students got into fights, the school would send them to the local County Jail.
This is a school where I met Patrick. He was 15 and held back twice. He was in the eighth grade. He was quiet, introspective like he was always in deep thought. And he hated seeing other people fight. I saw him once jumped between two girls when they got into a fight and he got himself knocked to the ground.
Patrick had just one problem: he wouldn’t come to school. He said that sometimes school was just too depressing because people were always fighting and teachers were quitting. And also his mother worked two jobs and was just too tired to make him come.
So I made it my job to get him to come to school. And because I was crazy and 22 and zealously optimistic, my strategy was just to show up at his house and say, “Hey, why don’t you come to school?”
And the strategy actually worked. He started to come to school every day. And he started to flourish in my class. He was writing poetry. He was reading books. He was coming to school every day.
Around the same time that I had figured out how to connect to Patrick, I got into law school at Harvard. I once again faced this question: where should I put myself? Where do I put my body?
And I thought to myself that the Mississippi Delta was a place where people with money, people with opportunity, those people leave. And the people who stay behind are the people who don’t have the chance to leave. I didn’t want to be a person who left. I wanted to be a person who stayed.
On the other hand, I was lonely and tired. And so I convinced myself that I could do more change on a larger scale if I had a prestigious law degree. Still I left.
Three years later, when I was about to graduate from law school, my friend called me and told me that Patrick had got into a fight and killed someone. I was devastated. Part of me didn’t believe it, but part of me also knew that it was true.
I flew down to see Patrick. I visited him in jail. And he told me that it was true that he had killed someone and he didn’t want to talk more about it.
I asked him what had happened with school. And he said he had dropped out the year after I left. And then he wanted to tell me something else. He looked down and he said that he had had a baby daughter who was just born and he felt like he had let her down.