The Moth - Different Ways of Learning: Adrienne Lotson and Lopaka Kapanui

Episode Date: September 1, 2023

Peabody-award winning journalist Chenjerai Kumanyika hosts an episode which explores all the learning that takes place outside the classroom. Storytellers: Adrienne Lotson shares the stories her father told her about Harlem Lopaka Kapanui learns some lessons from his mother about the legacies we leave behind

Welcome to the Moth Podcast. I'm Changeri Kumanika, a journalist, a member of the Moth Board, a professor at NYU, and your host for this episode. In my job teaching journalism and critical media studies, I try to create a space for my students to learn, to question, to experiment, and I also try to prepare them for their lives outside of the classroom where most of their learning will take place. Because the classroom is wonderful, but so much of learning happens beyond its borders in social spaces with family and struggle and work, even when we're playing. And those places are also where we find some of our most important teachers. As students are returning to school, we wanted to highlight different types of learning from mentors, from family members, from stories themselves. First up,

we have Adrienne Lotzin. She told this at a New York City Story Slam where the theme of the night was only in Harlem. Here's Adrienne, live at the mall. So you could hear them coming from a seem like a mile away. Thump, thump, thump, thump. You could tell there were rows and rows and rows of them. Thump, thump, thump. I pulled my bed covers up to my face. Thump, thump, thump, thump. And then I could see them.

I could see them coming. They were coming up the side of the bed. They were coming over the top of the bed, thousands upon thousands of pancakes holding guns, thumb, thumb, thumb. I rolled my eyes. I'm like, OK, dad, I won't eat all the pancakes next Sunday. Do I have to hear this story again? My dad was that kind of dad.

You know the one who wanted to teach you lessons by telling you stories? Like the story when you asked for extra money to take a cab home after partying all night and he said when I was growing up, the subway cost a nickel. And I could only afford to ride one way. That was my dad.

And my brothers and I would roll our eyes and say, oh, here we go again. But then every now and again, my dad. And my brothers and I would roll our eyes and say, oh, here we go again. But then every now and again, my dad would say, let me tell you about my childhood. And we would gather around the table because we knew we were about to hear a story of Harlem. My dad was born over 100 years ago to be exact in Hell's Kitchen. And like many African-American families at that time,

and much like what happened to African-American families and what is now known as Central Park, they were pushed out. And so they moved uptown to Harlem, USA. My dad arrived in 1926 during the Harlem Renaissance. And he would tell these amazing stories. Now my dad's stories are the Harlem Renaissance. Well, he didn't have much to do with Langston Hughes,

Azurnael Hurston, or any of those folks. He was a six-year-old kid. His stories at Harlem Renaissance had to do with living in Harlem during that time. It was about the uptowners and the downtowners. And the demarcation point was 125th Street. So if you lived above 125th, you weren't uptowner. And if you lived below, you were a downtowner.

And they had such a good time. Only in Harlem could he be considered a minor celebrity because his aunt Christina was the housemaid for the notorious Madame Poly Adler. And she would come home with tales of Dutch shulks and what was happening in the brothel. And my dad would take those stories and tell his friends and he was a minor celebrity.

And every now and again, Dutch shulks would tip extra good. And she would buy ice cream for the entire neighborhood. There were the stories my dad told about the time that the water main broke in uptown and Duke Ellington was seeing screaming running down the street because he had some conqueron in his head that they couldn't wash out.

I tended to hear that story every time I thought about getting a perm. My dad would love to tell his stories about his best friends, Vincent and Wilma and Leroy and Douglas and how they would play games and have fun. And oh, they had to walk a mile in the snow to get to school from McCoom's place up to Sugar Hill. And as a little kid, I thought it was a five mile journey and not a five block journey. But it was all a part of his storytelling. And I loved it.

But probably the best story my dad told was about the ingenuity they had as kids. They lived on McCoom's place across from what was going to become Yankee Stadium. And Yankee Stadium was new and all the big wigs would come with their cars and he and his friends came upon an idea. There was an empty lot right next door Yankee Stadium. They would create a science and parking here $5. They convinced people that they were the people responsible for that life.

And they told them, for five dollars, we'll watch your cars and make sure nobody messes with them. And by the second inning, they were all going, celebrating with all the five dollar bills that they had in their pockets. My dad's Harlem was magical. It was special, and it was important. He and all his friends decided to raise their families in the same neighborhood in Queens, but every year they journey back uptown to the uptown of downtowners dance. And the morning after was like a holiday in my home.

Because my dad would talk about all the people he had seen, who he hadn't seen in years, and he would begin to tell the stories of Harlem, and what a magical, mystical place it was, and he was sprinkle fairy dust all over the house, telling us these stories. Little did he know that 11 years later, I would move to Harlem.

I would come home to his home, and where he rode the A-Train, I run the streets during the marathon, and where he partied A-Train, I run the streets during the marathon. And where he partied at the Cotton Club, I put on a pair of jeans, he would put on zoot suits, and go to the Cotton Club, and I would put on a pair of jeans and go party with my friends on Harlem Day. But his Harlem became my Harlem, and his home became my home. And only in Harlem can you find yourself in the stories that your dad told you

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I was living in Florida, party all day, sleep all night, party all night, sleep all day, repeat. But really, I was just drowning my heartache and insecurities with hard whiskey and bad choices. The one day my mom called, and she said, I have some knowledge, some things that I want to pass down because your siblings are not interested. Would you be? I'm having the time of my life. I got no room in my schedule for anything like that. And she said, okay, you take care. I love you. And she hung up. And immediately, I had this feeling in my gut

that something was up, so I called her back. I said, OK, so what is this thing? What's going on? She says, it's just some knowledge that I learned before. I want to pass it down. And it'll only take three years of your life. I don't even remember saying yes. I remember being on the plane coming back home to Hawaii.

And on the first night of the first lesson, she made beef stew. And she didn't hold back on the big chunks of beef, the carrots, the potatoes, you know, the cabbage, and the broth is just magic. And of course, the poy, handmade, pounded, and so sweet. And while we're eating, she says to me, you know, before I went to the big island to go see my auntie and this thing happened. And this is what she said.

The whole family went out that day, was in Kona. And she stayed home by herself, you know, peace and quiet. And she said, all of a sudden, outside the house, she hears, whooy! Oh, how cool! Who are the people in this house? And she goes to the front door and she said, beautiful Hawaiian woman, tall, regal, long black hair, shoulders thrown back.

And the woman asks her for ice water. And so my mom went to get it. But she was kind of disappointed because the ice and the tray hadn't yet frozen over. So she made the glass of water, went to their front door. And before she gave it to the Hawaiian woman, she said, Oh, color my. The ice hasn't frozen over, but I still have water in the glass. And the Hawaiian woman said, my Hopo, Hopo.

And she took the glass from my mom's hand, and my mom said, this thin film of ice formed over the glass. She drank it, gave it back to my mom. My mom said glass is still cold, sticks to my fingers. And the Hawaiian woman is walking down the steps, going down the driveway. And she notices she has no shoes on, no slippers. And now she's walking up the road. My mom goes, whoey, yeah, no, where are you going?

And the Hawaiian woman points up to this vast lava field with sharp rocks and says, ma-o, ma-o-aku. In the second, it took my mom to point to the car in the garage, to tell the Hawaiian woman, you come with me, I take you wherever you want. And she looks back, she said, the woman is gone, vanished. And she said up there in Kalawa, it's so open, no way anybody can go anywhere without you see them going. That really, really upset my mom.

The family came back later and she told her, you know, everything about the Hawaiian woman, the glass of water, for those in over, offering her the ride and she disappears. And her auntie said, you know, today, we went to Halema Umau, and we made Hoku Poo. We made the offering. Everybody.

But since you weren't there, I made one for you. The only thing is when I threw it into the crater, this wind came and blew it back. I think this woman you saw was Pele. I think she came to see what was going on because you weren't there. My mom was going through a lot of stuff back then and right at that point when she encountered this Hawaiian woman, Pele, she was on the precipice of deciding if she was going to take her life or not. And that whole thing turned everything around. And she became a healer for the family and the community

and she said, and that is what led me to calling you. And so we go sit in the living room. I'm on the floor, pen and paper. She's on a chair facing me. And she gets this look on her face. She goes, what is that? I said, oh, pen and paper. I'm going to take notes. She said, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no notes, no recording.

I talk, you listen. And for the next three years, every night after pow, you repeat everything back. What? What? Some nights, the less in her, two, three hours. Other nights, it's just so overwhelming. Next thing you know, the sun is coming up.

But in that small little space, every book, every shelf, every inanimate object, even the things my mom made by hand, seemed to have this vibration, this mono. And my mom said, you know, when you make things by hand, up here have to be pono hand, up here, have to be ponol. Over here too, have to be ponol. If you have negativity, you pass it on into the thing you make. And imagine when you gift it to somebody, you're not giving a loha, you're giving your negativity. The first year, she talked about going

to the shore and saying that everything that grows and the shore, use for medicinal purposes, has an equal up in the mountain. And she said during the second year, there's particular kinds of water that you use for certain types of blessing. The first dew of water in the middle of the calo plant, she said even the water inside the new, the coconut, sometimes used for anointing, and she said, sometimes the best is storm water, because you get mana, it's energized. The one thing she did emphasize was broken spirits. And she said, broken spirits are people who die broken, and what I mean by that is

unresolved issues broken heart, money, all those kinds of things. Not resolved, they take it to the next life and now they're broken spirits. And she said, the best way to help heal them is to talk to them like they're people. She said, the flesh and blood is gone, but the personality is still the same. So if your jerk uncle died, even after he died,

his spirit is still the jerk uncle. Two things were going on simultaneously. Every day my mom was going to dialysis. And there are things going in my life at the time. As the lessons progressed, my insecurities, my heartbreak, my personal issues, lessons, the more I learned. Yet my mom never got better. The third year, the last night of the last lesson, she sat down and she said, okay, pal, that's it. No more, it's done. All I have to tell you is that everything you've learned up until now, these three years,

it's not about you. And even though I had these three years of learning with my mom, I was still young and stupid. And I said, oh, yeah, I know, she said no, you don't. And you won't until much later. And so we said our goodbyes, I went home, I lived 40 minutes away. And the next morning, my sister called and she said, mom passed away.

What? What you mean, I was just with her. I just saw her a couple hours ago. What you talking about? This morning at breakfast, she was too weak to sit at the table. So we took her to the ER. She made it halfway up the steps, and she collapsed, and she died. After when I was at the chapel, at the hospital, she was laying there, covered in this hospital blanket. And I remember kneeling next to her and putting my hand on her and saying, ma, we have so much more to learn. I can't do this by myself. Ma, what am I going to do? Please.

After that, I think learned all this stuff. I was lost. No direction, no confidence. And wouldn't you know it? I have my first case. This woman calls and says, her ex died of a broken heart because she left him for this other guy. And she said, you know, when a spirit appears, it's not like a broken heart because she left him for this other guy. And she said, you know, when a spirit appears,

it's not like a spirit that you can see. It says, little ball of light. And it hides in the corners of the cupboards and inside the curtains in the living room. But she says, mostly, the irritating thing is this little ball of light, him, hides inside the folds of my clothes, my dresses and my jackets.

And so I go there. And the atmosphere in the place is tight, it's claustrophobic. And then there's this overwhelming smell of velvita cheese. And I said, what is that? And she said, oh, that's him. That was his favorite. And I ask her, I say, do you mind if I open your closet, you go, sure? Turn the knob, pull the door back. And when I look at the closet, I said to myself, That's a lot of acid wash. There was so much of it. But there he was. It's a little ball of light hiding inside the pleats of this one acid wash skirt. And in that moment I knew I didn't need any blessed water, I didn't need an anointed tea leaf. I just needed to any blessed water. I didn't need an anointed tea leaf. I just needed to talk to him, man to man.

Because I'd been there before. Had my heart torn out, so I understood. And I said, hey, this is it. She's gone. She's not coming back. This is done. But I promise you, in your next next life you will find love. It will be there for you, it will be true love,

you will find it. And then he went, she smelled gone, clostrophobia gone. And I said to the woman, I said, oh, by the way, you have to apologize to him. When she looked at me and she said, why? I said, because if you don't, this thing you've created, it's not going to go away. You're going to carry this into your next lifetime. And she apologized. I was leaving, going back to the car, and as soon as I opened the door, I grabbed onto the door like this and suddenly my knees buckled, and I was completely drained.

And then that moment I realized, this is what my mom had to shoulder doing these healings. She had to give everything, 100 percent. That's what she said before. Hawaiian's no-gray matter. All-in. You take everything. Today, I know two things about my mom. She's been gone a while. The first thing I know is that because she changed her path, she also changed mine. And the second thing I know is that she had this thing that drove me nuts. Those three years, every night before we would start, she would take this jar of Vicks Vaper Rub and just rub it all over herself and it would just fill the entire living room. And so whenever I'm being stupid, colloquial, and I'm like, listen, I always smell Vicks Vaper Rub. That's how I know she's with me because Because the smell of Vicks' Faper rub.

That's love. Thank you. That was LaPaca Caponui. LaPaca is a native Hawaiian author and storyteller who leads guests into the darkest corners of Hawaii. Sharing Hawaiian ghost stories for more than 20 years, Hawaiian author and storyteller who leads guests into the darkest corners of Hawaii, sharing Hawaiian ghost stories for more than 20 years, he imparts knowledge of the region's history and legends, unveiling the mysteries and spectral wonders of Hawaii's past. As Hawaii deals

with the devastating Maui fires, the thoughts of everyone at the Moth is with the entire community. Listening to Adrian and LaPaca had me thinking about how much teaching there is in storytelling and how much storytelling there is in teaching. Even when we're presenting subjects like math and science, stories have such a powerful world of play and how we organize what we learn about the world around us. We learn lessons from the stories that are passed down to us and as we decide how to pass those stories on, we learn about ourselves, what we value, and what our perspective is. Stories can teach us something. We just have to listen.

That's all for this episode. And remember, if you enjoyed these stories, share this podcast with a friend. We'd love to bring more people into the Moth family. From all of us here at the Moth, we hope you continue to value the stories and the people you encounter, and we hope listening to other people's stories helps you see them and see the world more clearly. Dr. Chindraya Kumanika is a scholar, journalist, and artist who researches and teaches in the Department of Journalism and Media Studies at NYU. He is also the co-host and co-creator of the Peabody Award-winning Uncivil Podcast. La Paca capa newy story was directed by Jody Powell. This episode of The Mouth Podcast was produced by Sarah Austin-Geness, Sarah Jane Johnson,

and me, Mark Salinger. The rest of The Mouth's leadership team includes Sarah Haberman, Jennifer Hickson, Meg Bulls, Kate Tellers, Marina Klucchei, Suzanne Rust, Brandon Grant, Leanne Gully, and Aldi Kaza. All Maus stories are true, as remembered by the storytellers. For more about our podcast, information on pitching your own story, and everything else, go to our website, themoth.org. The Moth podcast is presented by Pierre X, the Public Radio Exchange, helping make public radio more public at pirex.org.