The Moth - The Moth Radio Hour: Hearing Voices

Episode Date: March 28, 2023

In this hour: stories of the power of sound -- and the newness we find through listening, and trusting our ears. Hosted by The Moth's Executive Producer, Sarah Austin Jenness. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by The Moth and Jay Allison of Atlantic Public Media Hosted by: Sarah Austin Jenness Storytellers: Stanley Alpert relies on his hearing when he is kidnapped. Faith Ekienabor finds a brand new way to her college class. T Dixon discovers the power of her own voice. Anna Schuleit builds an unconventional instrument.

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This episode is about the significance of sound. Each of the four stories in this hour involves an acute sense of hearing and voices literally play a starring role. Our first storyteller is Dan Lee Alpert, who told us at a moth night where the theme was New York Stories. Here's Dan Lee, live at the moth. It was January 21, 1998, an ice cold New York night, but I was feeling great. I was on my way downtown on the number four train.

I met a girl and I walked her to her apartment at 6th Avenue in 10th Street, we traded business cards, and I walked down the street feeling good. It's gonna go home, eat my favorite chocolate chip cookies, drink a cup of tea, read a book, it was in a great mood. It was called out, nobody was on the street. As I got to the corner of 10th street and 5th avenue in the village, suddenly from out of nowhere I felt a tug on my elbow from behind.

I spun around, there's an automatic machine gun sticking in my gut. Two guys behind me, move, move, motherfucker, get in the fucking car! And they had a car waiting in the street, which they shoved me to, put me in the back seat, three guys in the car, another guy with a pistol in my face. The leader of the gang was called Lucky. He said, Stanley, let me tell you what we're gonna do. We're taking you to the bank. You know, give us your wallet, which I did.

What's your pen number to your cash machine card, which I gave him immediately. We're gonna take you to the bank. You're gonna help us withdraw your money. 10 number to your cash machine card, which I gave him immediately. We're gonna take you to the bank. You're gonna help us withdraw your money. And if you don't do it, we're gonna kill you. So they drove to the corner of Sixth Avenue in 23rd Street. Lucky went inside, got some money, came back out. He wanted to know how much money I had in my savings account. And I told him I had $110,000.

And they were impressed. What do you do for a living, Stanley? Well, I'm a lawyer, and I said, you kind of picked up the wrong guy. I'm a lawyer and I said, you kind of picked up the wrong guy. I'm an assistant US attorney. And at first they didn't get with that meant. They said, oh, you're an attorney, wow. They're really impressed.

So then they drove down 23rd Street. Lucky explained that now the plan had changed. They decided to keep me. So he said he was going to take me to a place, and in the morning they were going to take me to the bank, and have me withdraw $50,000, and if I didn't do it, they were going to kill me. So they drove down 23rd Street to the West Side Highway,

all the way down, through that tunnel at the bottom. Now, Lucky ordered one of his henchmen, the guy who had the machine gun on me on the street, to blindfold me, and he took my own scarf off and blindfolded me with it. So I'm just hearing what I'm describing to you. And we went through that tunnel at the bottom of Manhattan that comes up on the other side by the FDR drive. And a minute later, I can hear the sound of rubber tires going over the metal of one of the East River bridges. And as we got into Brooklyn, Lucky said, Stanley, you ever been on the BQE? And of course I had,

because I grew up in Brooklyn. And then they talked amongst themselves and they decided to stop at a gas station to buy duct tape for this little caper, which they did, and then we drove, and a little while later, they stopped the car, hustled me out across the street, up three stairs, through one door, up three more stairs through another door. Now the blindfold wasn't perfect, I could see out the bottom, and I could see the pattern on the tile, sort of a typical pattern of a tenement building in New York City. And in fact, my grandmother had lived in one of those

when I was growing up on the Lower East Side. It had that particular greasy cooking, old building smell of a tenement building. And they sent me up two flights of stairs. I memorized the number of stairs. And they put me up two flights of stairs. I memorized the number of stairs. And they put me in an apartment. I could hear that we were in a narrow hallway. They shoved me all the way down at the end to the end. Put me down on a mattress, took off my trench coat, and there I sat. Now, when we first got in there, this was a very exciting moment

for them. They just brought home a really important catch. And they discussed, well, how are they going to make this thing happen? So they had my wallet. And unfortunately, my wallet had in it my father's business card. My father was a canter. That's the guy who sings in the synagogue. And he was retired, but he kept his business card with his home address on it in case somebody needed him at the last minute to officiate at a weddering or funeral.

And I kept that card in my wallet with the sense in my head that that somehow threw a level of spiritual protection around him. Well now what I had intended well was leading me to a very bad place because they wanted to know where my father lived and what was I going to say. So I gave the real address I lied about the apartment number and they said, Stanley, tomorrow morning, if you don't cooperate with us at the bank, not only we'll kill you, we'll kill your father by breaking every bone in his body. And in fact, they made a call and they were sending a guy to go watch him overnight while we waited for the morning.

And as it went on, they kept coming over to me, they kept cocking and uncocking their guns. And he said, Stanley, you ever seen one of these things? And he waved it in front of my face. I could literally feel it. He says, all I got to do is pull his trigger. And I'll go, bam, bam, bam. And your brains will be all over that wall. And he said, but you got nothing to worry about. Rich guy like you.

You got your fine education. I got nothing. You'll make the money back. I got to write to something. Lucky left. That's the leader. He left. So the other guys are talking and they're saying, you know what? This thing's not going to work in the morning and this is them talking.

So they said when Lucky comes back, they're going to try to convince him not to do it. Now, there were some other people who'd enter. Okay, there were three girls. They were prostitutes. Lucky was the Pimp. He was the leader of the gang. He used the other two guys as heat to protect his prostitution ring. So the girls show up. So first they smoke weed. And then they have sex with the girls. And you know, this is the point in which I thank God for my blindfold.

And then it's over and everybody's feeling good. You know, a little weed, a little sacks, you feel good. Right? So they're like, they decide to play with me Stanley what would you be doing right now if we hadn't picked you up on the street I said well actually later on today is my birthday I'd be meeting friends later today from my birthday and they thought this was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. Oh shit, we kidnapped the mother fucker on his birthday. This was just amazing news, so they offered me some weed.

The thing is, I've always been on cool even before I became a federal prosecutor. I could lose my job. Then I kept having fun. They're like, you know, Stanley, you should join our gang. You can make more money with us than you're making as a lawyer. You can recommend friends for us to kidnap. Oh no, no, no, hang on, hang on, hang on, not friends, enemies. OK. Oh, and by the way, let's see if we can figure out how else we can get money out of you. You got a car? No, I live in Manhattan. You got a wife?

No. You got any kids? No. You got a girlfriend? No. Stanley, let me see if I get this straight. You got $110,000 in the bank. You ain't got no wife.

You ain't got no kids. You ain't got no car. What the hell have you been doing, man? I said you should ask my parents, they've been wondering the same thing. And then the guy sitting to my right, the guy who had the machine gun on me on the street, he gets a brilliant idea. He says, what's going on here? We give you food. We offer you weed. What kind of robbery is this anyway? So the planet changed, and time went on. It was there for almost 24 hours when Lucky comes back.

And they've told me that they're going to take me back to where they pick me up in the village. So they race me downstairs. I'm still blindfolded. They put me in the backseat of the car. I'm on the hump. Between the two thugs I can feel their legs pressing up against me. Lucky's in the front seat and they sit for a pregnant pause and nobody says a word. And then Lucky drives. Now I know it's going to take about 25 minutes for us to get back to where they picked me up if they really mean to drop me back off in the village. About 10 minutes into it without saying a word,

lucky pulled the car off to the side and stopped it, killed the ignition. He opened the car door, stepped outside, I could hear him walking around to the back. He opened the trunk. The next thing I heard was the sound of duct tape being pulled from a roll. I was positive in that moment that my life was over. I was positive that I'd never get to call my mother on the phone again or go on a date or pay my American express bill or eat a box of chocolate chip cookies or read a good book all of that adventure that made up my life was done. And this was a very sad moment. But I was wrong. And this was a very sad moment.

But I was wrong. Because what happened was someone had broken the window on his passenger side and there was plastic covering it and it was making too much noise in the wind. So all he was doing was taping the plastic. And he gets back in the car and he drives again. But they stop the car. They take me outside and they tell me to walk. And I walk. I'm still blindfolded. They say, put up your hands and walk. And I walk one step after the other. And I think I can hear the car pulling off. but I'm really not sure. And I didn't hear the door close.

I thought the guy might still be there on me with the gun. But I walked several steps, and I thought I might fall into a ravine or the river. I didn't know where we were. So finally, I say, are you there? And nobody answered. And I ripped off my blindfold, I spun around and they were gone. And I had my life back.

So I was in Prospect Park. I could have got mugged in that park. I raised the 7th Avenue. I called my father to see if he was okay. He told me to call home. The NYPD and the FBI were already in my apartment. It was a crime scene. They were already referring to me as the body.

They interviewed me for four hours that night. And I had so many clues. I had the pattern on the tiles. I had, I could tell you exactly what floor it was on. I knew that seagulls had flown overhead at night. So I thought we were near one of the water bodies, near one of the airports. I knew that we were near the command bus line because they talked about a 350 fare to get there.

I knew one of the girls was doing court that next morning on a prostitution charge and had to pay either a fine or spent 30 days in jail. I knew the street names of the girls and I knew the full names, name of one of the guys, and I knew the first few numbers of the leader of the gang's cell phone. Within 48 hours the FBI and the NYPD rounded them up. The girls did very short sentences. The guys are in prison for a very long time. Now, they hurt me. They traumatized me.

They shocked me. They definitely caused me pain. But at the end of the day, they also gave me a gift. I don't go into a sushi restaurant anymore and order the sushi special because it's a little cheaper and get a couple of things on that plate that I don't like the looks of. Now I order exactly what I want. Even though he's awfully annoying, I still call my brother all the time now. Okay? And I enjoy that the first day of spring and I'm just, I'm able to live my life in a fuller way.

I've got a dog now. It took me a long time after the kidnapping, but I finally met a wonderful woman, and we're married. And with God's blessing, we've got a baby on the way. That was Stanley Alpert. Stanley wrote about this experience in his book, The Birthday Party, a memoir of survival. He's an environmental and commercial litigator, and he travels around the country lecturing on green building. And yes, he's still ordering exactly what he wants at the sushi restaurant. Our next storyteller is Faith Ekniabur. Faith told this at a moth night we produced at the Kenyon National Theatre in Nairobi,

as part of our global community program. The evening featured stories all about women and girls. Faith developed glaucoma and lost her sight when she was a teenager. And the story takes place as Faith is navigating her first year of college with the help of her friend, Toby. Here's Faith, live at the mall. Please name your name. Listening to my friend Toby tell me stories of all the places she had been to,

other fun she had had. We're exciting moments in my life. These were moments when I would laugh and sometimes cry with tears coming out from my eyes. Toby was a good companion. And sometimes she made me reflect on the past. I, too, used to be bold and daring. And she made me remember how I used to be before I became blind. You see, everything stopped for me. The moment I lost my sight

to glaucoma and irreversible eye disease. I began to live in the lonely world of darkness, where I shot myself out from the entire world. And I couldn't move from one point to the other without hitting my head on the wall, knocking that object or having scars in my body and trying to do something to chose around the house. And so I would always depend on my family members for support. Luckily for me, I got admitted into the University of Lagos, Nigeria to study psychology. And I was happy because I knew that the study of behavior was going to help me and help me to have better relationship with people around me. So I wanted to be diligent and I wanted to work hard.

Well, there was just one problem. I needed help to go around school. Toby agreed to be my helper and and since we were in the same department, it was easy. And then she moved in and became roommates. And that was when I discovered that, although Toby was very friendly and nice, she wasn't taking her education seriously. Every morning, I tried to get be up for classes, it was a huge deal. As whenever I open my eyes, it was helpful for me. Should be going to ask me questions like, why do you have to wake me up?

What's the time? Why do we have to hurry? Why can't we just stay in bed and leave all day? We're always late. Always late in attending classes, in a summit in our assignments, sometimes we absenteeze, and then a set of green for exams late. There was a spot to call the horn. The lecture was mean.

He had told me earlier to be in his exams on time. And when the day arrived, as I sat with you for my friend, Toby she was in our usual spots by the window listening to some reggae music and she was applying a makeup. And all I could hear was just a clock ticking away and my heart was pounding heavily. And I began to wonder, what were we going to leave? I knew that Toby's makeup lasted for an hour. So how are we going to make it into your time? And then I drew my friend's attention to the time I said Toby, we're going to be late.

And she said, why do you hurry? I'm not yet done. This is the last example for the semester. So I want to be in my best. Although I was angry, I couldn't voice out. I couldn't tell Toby a word because Toby was my only ticket in going out, so I kept quiet. When we arrived at the faculty, the min lecturer approached us and he said, hey, faith, you are a little kid. You're just being negligent with your studies. I'm not going to give you any extra time

and without him much stuff. I was a sat to type, my hands were shaking. I was getting so nervous and disarrained. I couldn't concentrate. I was getting almost blank. But I knew that I could blame no one by myself if I had come earlier. Perhaps this wouldn't have happened to me. The results came out for that semester,

and of course my grade was very bad. The next semester came by and we were back to our routine and then exam period came again. And this time around I sat fully dressed, waiting for my friend whom you guess was in our usual spots. Listening to some Jamaican tunes and she was hearing me in a long and making up a face, happy as usual. All I could hear was just a voice in my head

telling me we're going to be late, we're going to be late. And then I said, Toby, let's get going. You're beautiful just the way you are. And Toby replied with a usual phrase, why the hurry? Please, I'm not yet done. And that's more meant I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't take it anymore. I just picked up my bag and brought out my guide cane and slowly walked towards the door. And it could yet all be laughing behind me and she was asking me,

where are you going to? Come back and sit and stop playing pranks. But I just ignored her. I opened the door and I started working. Kimi, Fait, where are you going to? Come back and sit and stop playing pranks. But I just ignored her. I opened the door and I started working. Although I was panicking, I was scared, I was afraid. Because this was the very first time I did go out all by myself. Although I knew the path so well because I'd

walk with Toby along the paths in the past, but it was a new experience for me going alone. And as I walked, I began to pray. And then suddenly I stopped because a thought flashed into my mind. What if I fall down? What if I crash into something? What was I going to do? What they made sort of having to be laughing at me and telling me, I knew you couldn't do it,

made me to just fall ahead with greater determination. And then, as I walked, I began to pray that help would come. Luckily for me, ahead of me I could get voices, people were talking and laughing loudly. And so I walked towards the direction. And when I was sure I was closing off to be heard, I said, good morning, please where can I get a cap? And a male voice responded, it said, it's just a little bit further,

just like 10 steps away. So I said, thank you. And I said, begin to work, I was counting in my mind. And when I was sure was almost there, the 10 step, I used my other hands to reach to feel if I could feel a car in front of me and yes, I could. So I stopped by the car and then a man asked me, where are you going to? And I said to the faculty and he said, come right in. So I reached for the door and I opened the door and I jumped right in. I smite

to myself and I loved out. Yes, I did it. Yes, I made it. This is my freedom and it felt so good. Thank you. That was Faith at Miabra. Since the events in this story, Faith has remained fiercely independent. Faith lives in Lagos, Nigeria and works as a counselor in a domestic violence unit. She's also an advocate for people living with disabilities and a youth leader in the blind community. To hear more stories from this Moth Night in Kenya when Faith took the stage, check out the Moth's Global Community playlist on YouTube. After our break, an overworked trauma surgeon tries to save the life of a teenage girl, when the moth Radio Hour continues.

The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, and presented by PRX. This is the Moth Radio Hour from PRX. I'm Sarah Austin-Geness. In this hour, stories that are all about our sense of hearing. Our next storyteller is T. Dixon. T. told the story live at the Moth in Los Angeles, where we partner with Public Radio Station KCR Deli. Here's T. Dixon, live at the Moth. So I'm a physician, a surgeon, actually. and that took a lot of sacrifice and a lot of time to get all of that training done. At first, I thought I wanted to be an anesthesiologist, so I did some training in that before

doing my surgery training, and then ultimately, I did trauma, critical care, and burn surgery fellowship down here, actually. But that's 16 years of training. And at the worst of it, I was at Hopkins in Baltimore. And it was before the 80 hour work week rule. And so we were working about 134 hours a week. And there's only 168 hours in a week. I mean, like in the entire week, right?

So that's 34 hours to eat, sleep, and hopefully sleep with your girlfriend, you know? I mean, not a lot of time for the important stuff people. So, at one point, I went like 93 days without a day off. I'm talking no Saturdays, no Sundays, just 93 consecutive days. And when we were on call, it was usually every other day, every other night, and it was in the hospital, it wasn't home call. And so we'd go in at 4 a.m. and you might not get home until 4 or 6 p.m. the next day.

So 36, 40 hours on, a few hours off, and you're back at 4 a.m. And that's why there's a saying in surgery, that is, eat when you can, sleep when you can, and don't fuck with the pancreas. But that's another story. So anyway, there was one point when I was in residency, I was going through a really tough time just personally. There's not enough, a lot of time,

like I said, for your personal life. And it was just a dark time for me. I was in a dark place. I didn't know if I wanted to continue with my surgery training. I was depressed. I mean, I was just, I was really hurting. And at the time, I was the chief of the trauma surgery service.

And we got this call. We got this patient that was coming in, this girl. And the story from the paramedics is she, it was her 16th birthday. And she wanted to take a drive. She wanted to get in her car by herself and go to McDonald's and come back home. Well, she didn't put on her seatbelt. And she took a curve a little too fast and she

goes flying off this curve which was on a hill. She goes flying off the hill through the windshield and then the car flipped over and landed on top of her. So this is a devastating crash and she's, you know, unconscious obviously and has to be integrated which means a breathing tube put in at the scene. And she comes into us and she has a head injury that is horrific that could have killed her. She had bilateral lung contusions that could kill her still. And she had a grade four liver fracture that could kill her. She had a grade five splinic fracture that could kill her and a grade five pelvis fracture that could kill her. I mean, this girl was broken, you know, I mean, I guess we kind of both were at that point

time, but that night was insane. And I get her to the intensive care unit and get her on a ventilator and we're starting this massive transfusion. Normally we had to take that spleen out, you know, you don't need your spleen, but we were afraid to open the abdomen for fear that it'd let loose that liver, and ain't nobody living without a liver. I mean, it's in the name, liver, you know, you gotta have a liver. So we couldn't do that.

So we're, you know, this crazy transfusion, just trying to keep her alive, minute by minute, and, you know, at some point, I hear that the parents have arrived. The crash was in a small town. So even though this chick, we don't know who this 16-year-old is, she's just jained at us. She's a random patient.

So I finally get sort of a tiny little minute that I can go and just kind of update them. And I end up alone with them for a minute. And you know, and as I was walking there, I was thinking, you know, these five, any one of these injuries could kill her. Like, this is so awful right now.

And I have to go and prepare this family. I have to let them know how bleak this is. But I also don't want to squash any hope they may have, because that doesn't help anybody. You know to squash that. So it's one of those weird things in trauma surgery, especially in the intensive care unit, where the doctors and the nurses are spending

almost as much time taking care of the family as they are the patients who are oftentimes not with it or completely unconscious. And so it's a very delicate balance to do this job. And so I end up alone with them for a minute in this consultation room and I say to them, you know, I just, I want you to understand, I don't know if she'll make it through the night, you know, and I've gone through all these five injuries and how each one of them are trying to take our life like as we speak.

And I said, she's 16. I mean, as best I can tell, she's a healthy, fit 16 year old. And if anybody could beat it, that would be it. They're still hysterical, they're sobbing. That was the closest thing I could give them to any kind of hope. And so I'm like, did I gotta get back in there? She's real critical. And so I stand up to leave and I'm walking to the door.

And all of a sudden, the sobbing stops. And it's like everything calmed down and the mama says she's gonna be okay. And my hands on the door and I stop and I turn back around and I said, ma'am, what, what? And she said, she's gonna be okay. Her name is Savannah and she kind of points at me.

Your patient doe is Savannah. And I looked down, and I'm wearing the appropriate scrub top for that hospital, but for whatever reason, and I think it's the first time it ever happened, I was wearing the inappropriate bottoms. My scrub bottoms were for my medical school, and I had done my clinical rotations in Savannah, Georgia. So Savannah was written across my ass. And that was just what they needed,

that little tiny bit of encouragement. And if my ass can bring hope to the people. I'm here to help. What can I say? Anyway, so I was grateful that they had some shred of hope, but I walked out of there and I was like, that was funny. But oh my gosh, this girl still died. So I rushed back in there and I never left her bedside and she didn't make it through the night. But then every day it was like that.

It was a constant battle to keep her alive. And I'd go in there and I'd be like, hey Savannah, it's Dr. T, she's unconscious, but I'm still talking to her. And we had to do a lot of painful procedures on her during that time to help get her through this. She had chest tubes put in, chest tubes taken out. Those chest tubes are very large,

they're like garden hose size tubes that go in between your ribs to drain off fluid, air, and blood from around the lungs, so the lungs can work better. And she had to have those procedures multiple times. I put in multiple central lines, which are like really large IVs that go in your neck, had to give her a tracheotomy, which is a breathing tube through the neck as opposed to through the mouth. And you know, I tried to

warn her before I did anything to her and and just continued to take care of her. And we made it through day by day, but still, you know, there, you knew that they were going to come complications from all these. Like these were too horrible of an injury to get away with just, oh, you're healed. You know, so it was just like, when is the next complication coming? When is the next fight for her life coming? And even at that, we're like, even if we get her through this, we don't know if one day she's going to, you know, wake up at all. And if she does, you know, with that brain injury, will she be catatonic?

Will she be in a regressed state? Will she just have some deficits? I mean, we had no idea. But I took care of her on that intensive care unit for two or three months, and then I consulted through the Vascular Surgery Service for some blood clots for a few more months. But after about five months or so,

it was time for me to move on. I rotated out to a different hospital in that same town. And I lost track of her. I mean, that service had anywhere from 30 to 50 patients on it at any given time. And I mean, I treated hundreds of patients over those same months that I was taking care of Savannah. So I lost track of a lot of patients.

And I went on to go back to the, I mean, it was the same as it was there, but you know, 100 plus hours a week and just a high stress, you know, job all the time. And I was still struggling and still didn't know what I wanted to do in my personal life. I didn't know what I wanted to do in my career. And you know, and with surgery, the stresses are as much mental as they are just the time. It's not just the physical tiredness and the time, but you know, I'm the type of person that took my work home with me a lot.

So I would worry about the patients in the cases, even when I was off duty. And so it was a very difficult time. And I just felt like I was really just kind of limping along during that time. So about a year after Savannah's surgery, or about that not surgery, but after her accident that she had. I was

back in that same intensive care unit again, and I'm working on all these patients. One day I'm talking to this nurse, and if you hadn't noticed, I'll talk a little loud. That's just normal. And so I'm talking to this nurse across the way, and this girl approaches me, and she's like, hey, I'm like, oh, hey, and I don't know, she is. And she lowers a shirt a little bit in the front to show me a tricky out of me scar. And just about the time I realized who she is, she says, it's me, Savannah. And I was like, oh my gosh, you know, she looked great. She was healthy and she was talking to me and she only had one class to make up so she could graduate with her fellow high schoolers and she was so excited.

It was so much better than I ever thought that she would be after all that she had been through and all those injuries she had. Then all of a sudden it occurred to me, I was like, wait a minute, how do you know who I am? Like you've never met me, you were unconscious every time I ever took care of you. And she said, oh, well I recognize your voice, you are the one who talked to me. So all those times that I would say Savannah, this is going to hurt, but I'm going to do everything I can to try to make it as painless as possible,

but it's gonna hurt a little bit. She had heard me, and she remembered it. And so, I knew that treating people like a human being, it does matter, and it does make a difference. And for me, that's when I finally realized that all that sacrifice and all that blood, sweat, and tears, it was worth it. Thank you.

Thank you. That was T. Dixon. Sadly, T passed away in 2022 after 48 years of touching people's lives and making the world a better place. Tea was raised in the deep south and after medical school, she joined the United States Army. In addition to being a combat veteran of the Iraq War, she was a tutor, trash collector, and waitress. She volunteered with Mission Continues and Wounded Warrior Project. She loved obstacle course racing and quilt making, and we all miss her. After our break, an artist tries to turn a mental institution into an instrument. You heard me right.

She tries to turn a building into a musical instrument. Hear if she succeeds when the Moth Radio Hour continues. The Moth Radio Hour is produced by Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts, and presented by PRX. This is the Moth Radio Hour from PRX. I'm Sarah Austin-Geness. This is an episode that explores the audible world, and our next and final storyteller takes this to another level through her inventive art. Anishulite Haber told this story at the Moth more than a decade

ago on a night when we partnered with the New York Public Library. The theme of the evening was art attack, stories about wrestling the mules. So here's Anishulite Haber live at the moment. Lise, or Elizabeth, was the name of my German grandmother. A feisty mother of four with an earthy sense of spirituality. One thing she used to say was, when you're much still, to most Mandy off, Mahandam Dizeli, he now is fliegenkan. When someone dies, you have to open the window so that the soul can fly out.

But there's that curious delay between listening to something and hearing it and then learning it for yourself all over again from scratch. So one day I was walking up a hilltop in western Massachusetts and I walked through a tall row of black pines and I found a brick structure that emerged against the sky that was gray and November-like. And I walked around the structure not knowing what it was and I only saw windows, few doors, bars, rusty railings, and I realized this was a mental hospital, a psychiatric hospital that was abandoned. I walked around the structure, the facade, and I, in order to see the entire facade and this hilltop, I had to step back, and as I stepped back, I was able to see it.

It was, I later found out, 800 feet wide. And I turned around and I felt it looming in my back. And I felt this was something I wasn't going to understand so soon. Years later, I became a student of art and a painting department. And I looked at the map of New England, and I realized it was close to this place.

I was close to this little town in Western Massachusetts. And I borrowed a friend's car and I drove out. And I said, OK, so let's see if it's still here. And I walked up the same hill, I threw the same pines, and I found the same structure. Untouched, crumbling, and rotting. With nobody there, just an eerie silence. And I decided since I was a student of painting,

I would set up an observation post, a visual scientific observation post in the grass to see if I could understand this building, to just spend time on this lawn, overlooking this structure. And I would sit on this lawn with weeds all around me, and there was a security car that would pass around in circles that I could estimate.

I knew when this security guy was coming by, so I could dock and he would pass, and I could continue painting. But because I had to be able to immediately pack up and leave a necessary, my paintings were very small. They were the size of my thumb. And I draw these very little paintings

and the security car would come by and sometimes they would come over and say, young lady, the no picture taking allowed on these grounds. And I said, I'm not taking pictures, I'm drawing. But I wanted to know what the structure was for. I wanted to know what the people knew about this building. And so, on my walks through town,

I would try to find people who knew about this building. One story that I found was Clotilda, a patient who had been there because she was a pregnant teenager, was committed by her family. She gave birth, she stayed in the hospital, and her daughter was remembered by the nurses as driving around the campus on her bike.

And then her daughter, when to school, came back to the hospital and stayed for her entire life. The other patient was Daniel, the autistic race car guy, who would make race car noises as he paced around in circles and every now and then would burst into out cries of shift, shift, shift. Or Emma, the seamstress, who, after cutting off the heads of two lips very neatly of her neighbor's garden, was committed for a 30-day observation period that became 30 years.

And I didn't know what to do with these stories. I knew there were many more, many more. If many patients whose names I do not have for you. And I realized that this hospital had absorbed many, many thousands of lives, and that there were many more such hospitals around the country. And I was sitting in the grass, and I would absorb this building, and I would draw it and paint it, and I was frustrated because my paintings did not touch that scale. I wanted to work on a one-to-one scale with

the whole building. And then I had an idea. I said, what if, on one day and then never again, this building could be made into an instrument by using the hollows and voids of this building to function like an instrument. What if the entire structure were made to sound? And I said, well, what if I would just set out trying to do this? And I went out and I was told, well, there are state officials involved in local politicians and I would meet with them all. And I would say them what if on one day and then never again this building were made into an

instrument in honor of its past and what if on one day and then never again we were to play a piece that I thought as a teenager was so moving when I worked as an usher at a classical music festival the Magnificat by Johansson Bastienbach As an usher I would stand in the back of these sacred places and I would think that this music was something that touched on the unspeakable. So I presented this project just like I did to you now and the consensus was, honey, we really like your idea but we're not the right group for you. You have to talk to state officials. And I said, well, we really like your idea, but we're not the right group for you. You have to talk to state officials. And I said, well, if you like me idea, could you write me letters of support on your stationery?

And they did, because they felt bad. And so I got all these support, letters of support. By then, I woke up every morning pulling the sheets up to my face and said, what am I doing? I didn't have any money. I had slowly gotten support, but no permissions. And this went on for three years. After three years, and I don't know how this really happened, I got the permission from the state of Massachusetts

to go ahead with the planning. I gathered a team of counselors and advisors people who supported me in the beginning with half-heartedness. And they would never quite know how this would all play out. I didn't know either, but they thought I did. So this was very scary to me. It knows times. And well, we had to find a quote, the quote for the actual cost for doing this. And I contacted Boes because Boes was headquartered in Massachusetts. I thought, perfect reason.

They took a walk with me over the grounds. And they said, 300,000 for 28 minutes. And I had to tell them, I'm not living on a truss. And please reduce the price. And they said, we can't make it cheaper than 250,000. And I fired them. And this was before, four months before the event actually happened.

The date I had said completely randomly for November, and now this was my own countdown that was strangling me. It was August. I had no sound company or no funding. The press has started to write about this because they were very curious as to what would happen to this European girl that traveled around trying to raise money for an instrument that was actually a building.

And I got in a lot of wonderful press and I realized the only way to do this is actually by raising funds door to door. The deadline was in mid-August. The event was in November and a day before the deadline occurred, and me really committing to despair and saying, this is it, I've tried, I've tried, I've tried, and failed. The phone rings, and it's a woman from the West Coast who says, I heard about your project from an arts journalist, I support the arts, I love the arts, I've wanted to know how

it's going. And at that time, my net felt like this because I couldn't speak to anyone about this, because I had instilled all this hope in people and couldn't really admit that I didn't really know how to do this. And so I said to her, since you're a complete stranger, I will tell you the truth. The truth is, I can't pull this project off. I don't have the money for this And she said how much money would you need right now to save the project?

And I just went through my head really quickly having no relation to money. Of course, it's at $25,000 I knew I had to make down payments for the electricity, the sound company that I didn't have. I needed to put that aside Permits insurance liability and such and she said I'd like to donate that aside, permits, insurance, liability, and such. And she said, I'd like to donate that to you. And I hung up the phone after a little more small talk where I didn't know how it to say and how to express my thanks. And I hung up the phone, and I thought I'd gone insane, because there was no proof that she had really called. And at the next morning, a career service came and brought

a letter that was tiny, with press flowers and a whole grain type envelope. And inside was a checking account check for $25,000 and she saved the project. I deposit the check and I made down payments that same day. And now the next problem was to get the sound company to commit or any sound company and the sound company that I found was a man who runs the New Orleans Jazz Fest all 32 stages and he loves unusual projects, he took this project on and he said to me when I met him, I have a quote for you, it's by Guta, the quote goes, architecture is frozen music, that's

what you want to do, isn't it? And I said, you're hired. I want to work with you. And so I worked with him. We had a team of 75 people. We installed a sound system of 45,000 watts throughout the entire building. We strung 5,000 feet of cable.

We opened hundreds of windows. And we had one sound test in which we tested the system using the architecture to make the sound reverberate so that it would sound to the outside. And as we turned the speakers, the sound would change in all of the wings. So on the next day, we had former patients who

had never told their own stories. And a whole community of people, 650 seats there were, and I walked into the back of the auditorium and I said, if these 650 people come from the town to mind the lighting up on the hill, then I'm very lucky. And we went to the forum. It was extremely moving. These patients had never told their stories. And we walked up to the hill together after the stories ended. And there were thousands of people that come from everywhere. And then the music started,

and people sat and walked and held each other and cried and laughed and were joyful and very sad. And as I walked among them, I thought of Plotilda and Daniel and Emma and the many more who had been there. And I thought that the most moving thing about this was not the music and Baja and the distance. I always thought with my collaborator in this, but that the people had come to this because I had said I wanted to create a moment of buoyancy for this building. And it was created only for bringing these people together. And I was hoping that focusing them, gathering in them in this sort of way, would make them look

more kindly and gently and with more compassion upon the setting of suffering and mental illness. Thank you. That was Anna Shulite Habin. Anna is a visual artist whose work lies at the intersection of painting, drawing, installation art, architecture, and community. She's a graduate of the Rhode Island School of Design and the recipient of a MacArthur Fellowship in recognition of work that has, quote, conceptual clarity, compassion, and beauty. To see a short film all about the sound installation, including stories and testimonies

from former patients at North Hampton State Hospital, go to the mall.org. And you're listening now to Johann Sebastian Bach's, the Magnificat, the music that poured out of the building that day. So, in an hour all about sound, I want to thank you for listening. That's it for this episode of the Moth Radio Hour. We hope you'll join us next time. Your host this hour with Sarah Austin Janess, Sarah also directed the stories in the show, along with Katherine Burns.

The rest of the most directorial staff includes Sarah Haberman, Meg Bowles and Jennifer Hickson, production support from Timothy Luley and Lola Okosama. Most stories are true, as remembered in a firm by the storytellers. Our theme music is by the drift other music in this hour, from Bonobo, Andy Summers, and Benjamin Vertory, Nightmares on Wax, and Johann Sebastian Bach. The Maul would like to thank the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation for their support of the Maul's Global Community Program. Maul's Radio Hour is produced by me, Jay Allison, with Vicki Merrick, at Atlantic Public

Media and Woods Hole, Massachusetts. This hour was produced with funds from the National Endowment for the Arts. The Mothradio Hour is presented by PRX for more about our podcast, for information on Pitching a Zero Own Story and everything else, go to our website, themoth.org.