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Cowboy Hats and Power in “Coal Miner’s Daughter” March 23, 2010

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In Coal Miner’s Daughter, the life of country music superstar Loretta Lynn is chronicled, primarily notable for her “rags-to-riches” transformation and her unusually early age of marriage to a much older man. The film struggles to reconcile several issues of power and independent agency, most pointedly portrayed in the somewhat dysfunctional marriage of Doolittle and Loretta Lynn. From an impoverished upbringing in rural Kentucky as the daughter of a coal miner, to a very young wife and mother, to finding uncommon success as a female country music artist, Loretta Lynn must struggle for her own autonomy in the context of an oppressive and abusive relationship.

The film uses the image of cowboy hats as a means to signify the ownership of power and the transference of power between various characters. The first time that Loretta Lynn is seen wearing her white cowboy hat is when Doolittle takes her picture in the living room of their home. He places the hat on her head; thus signifying that he has the power over her: he has primarily been in charge of her music career so far, facilitating gigs and getting her name out to the locals. Later, when Loretta Lynn first appears on the Grand Ole Opry, he secures the cowboy hat on her head. Although she has chosen to put it on, he makes sure that it will remain as a symbol of his power over her. However, a shift occurs thereafter in the image of the cowboy hat. After the moment at the Grand Ole Opry, Loretta Lynn uses the cowboy hat to her own advantage to signify a shift in power over Doolittle: she defies his control of her destiny. After performing at the Opry, Loretta Lynn tosses her cowboy hat to Doolittle at a diner with Patsy Cline, and in the next breath reminds him that he is: “just a tax deduction.” When she finds Doolittle in the car with another woman, she removes his cowboy hat from the head of the woman he was fooling around with, representing her regaining control of her husband and not allowing him to stray. Finally, after getting in a fight with Doolittle in a parking lot, she throws his cowboy hat out of the window as her car speeds off. Although Loretta Lynn had to fight against her husband to have power over her own life, she did so through the image of the cowboy hat, and came out on top of the power hierarchy in the end.

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March 16, 2010

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Cleaning The Pool, St. Augustine, Florida

Mr. and Mrs. Chris McNair

In July 2008, I participated in a youth theater project at the Alliance Theatre in Atlanta called The Collision Project. Twenty high school students from the metro Atlanta area “collided” for three weeks and discussed topics of race and rebellion, writing on topics related to the “I Have A Dream” speech by Martin Luther King Jr. A professional playwright then wrote a play entitled “Children of the Dream” using our writing. Looking back on them now, these writing samples sound a little cheesy, but I decided to post them anyway. We went to an exhibition of Civil Rights Photos at the High Museum and each wrote two poems based on two different photos we saw at the exhibit.

“Cleaning The Pool-St. Augustine, Florida”

Maybe enough chemicals will dilute this rebellion

And with the correct combination of bleach and chlorine

Their hair will be blonder

Their eyes will be bluer

Their skin will be paler.

Maybe enough chemicals will induce obedience and calm their frustrations

They will be placated and learn to accept a fate of unequal destiny.

Maybe enough chemicals will erode an entire cultural history.

And a struggle for life that has spanned several decades

will be erased with bromine and algaecides, seeping into and poisoning their minds.

Maybe when we’re all the same

When we all look, talk and act the same

The pathway will be paved for peace among mankind.

“Mr. & Mrs. Chris McNair”

A picture is not real, it is only a memory.

Sometimes, memories are not good enough.

We cling to it, for it is all we have left our our daughter.

Our daughter, who died at the hands of heartless murderers

In the name of their ignorance and hate.

If a picture is worth a thousand words, then our first word is “why?”

Why did she have to die before her life had even begun?

Why has her existence been reduced to an 8” x 10” piece of paper?

Why wasn’t she given the chance to fix the mess created by her parents’ generation?

There are no answers because there is no reason

Only an excuse for the shattered pieces

We are left with to make whole.

And that excuse is fear shrouded with violence

That exploded on Sunday with vengeance and fury

In a place our family called home.