The Moth Radio Hour: Letting Go

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From PRX, this is the Moth Radio Hour.

I'm Jennifer Hickson.

In this hour, stories of letting go or trying to, releasing long-held beliefs, junk, hang-ups, grudges, or in the case of this first story, family traditions.

Chris Foley told this for us at the Atlanta Moth Grand Slam, where we partner with Georgia Public Broadcasting.

Before he starts, I need to give you a visual.

Chris is bald, bald as a ping-pong ball.

Here's Chris Foley live at the moth.

I'm seven or eight years old.

I'm watching my dad get ready for work.

He finishes shaving and he grabs his long hair on the one side of his head

and carefully stretches it to the other side.

He then takes a can of Aquinette

and he sprays his hair and he pats it down on his scalp.

And I look up, Dad, what are you doing?

I'm covering my bald spot.

With off-family jeans, you're gonna be doing the same thing one day.

No, not me, Dad.

I'm never losing my hair.

Fast forward,

I'm just 20 years old.

I'm lifting weights with my friend Peter Brown in the gym, and I'm doing a bench press.

He's spotting me, he starts laughing.

What's so funny?

Foley, you're going bald.

What?

I run into the men's locker room.

I look in the mirror and I comb through my thick, wavy, reddish-brown hair.

And there it is, my scalp showing on the crown of my head.

and my heart sinks.

Oh, shit.

I go home for Christmas break.

I show this bald spot to my mother, and she says, oh no, oh no!

We have to do something!

My father's on the couch, welcome to the club.

Next day, my mother takes me to the dermatologist.

The doctor examines me,

opens up a manila folder, he starts writing notes, doesn't say a word.

I say, Doc, so am I going bald?

Yep.

And he writes me two prescriptions, gives me instructions, and one of the prescriptions is Rogaine, and the other one I don't recognize.

I say, hey, Doc, what's the second prescription?

He says, oh, right, that's for the acne all over your forehead.

Nice meeting you.

I take the Rogaine as prescribed with an eyedropper on my scalp twice a day, every every day.

And my hair grows back to the point where there's the faintest amount of scalp showing.

I get eight good years at a road game

until I'm 28.

And I look in the mirror and there's a gap forming in the front part of my hair, like the parting of the Red Sea.

I go visit my parents, show it to my mother, and she goes, I've noticed, and I've been doing some research, there is a phenomenal doctor on Fifth Avenue who does hair transplants.

I made you an appointment and I'm going to pay for the consultation.

And my dad goes, whoa, whoa, whoa, your hair transplant.

What are you talking?

Listen, Christopher, just grow your hair long, move it over,

fluff it up.

Now, by this point, 28 years old, I had learned that male pattern baldness is rampant.

on not only my father's side of my family, but also my mother's side, with comb overs all through the family history.

Grandparents, uncles, cousins, aunts.

I'm determined.

I am not going to get a comb over.

I'm going to do something about it.

So I go to the consultation, the doctor examines me.

Mr.

Foley, great news.

We can get you your hair back.

Yes.

All I have to do is make a four-inch incision in the back of your skull.

And I'm going to transplant the hair to the front and the back where your hair is falling out.

Oh, Oh,

well how much is that going to cost?

Well the first treatment is $10,000.

I call my mother after the appointment.

I say, mom, $10,000 for the first appointment.

I'll pay for it.

Do it.

Do it.

I decide not to get the hair transplant.

And

I keep hanging on.

Now I got to use more Rogaine because more hair is falling out.

It's this vicious cycle.

Right after my 30th birthday, I go to a special hair salon, and my stylist's name is Caramel.

She's from Ireland.

And before our next appointment, I say, Hey, Carmel, can you be careful?

It's thinning in the front.

Just be careful, be careful here, be careful there.

And she obliges.

That night, I go back to my apartment.

I'm in the bathroom, and I'm shaving my pubic and back hair with my electric clippers.

And I think about what Carmel said to me earlier in our appointment when I was giving her directions and she cut me off.

She said, darling, could I give you a suggestion?

Just shave your fucking head.

I turn those clippers back on.

I go right to the sideburn, over the side, over the top, completely bald.

Making me the first completely bald man in my family.

The next day I go to work, all my co-workers, volay, looking good, nice head, looks good on you.

All right.

I'm strutting around the office like John Chavolta.

I get out of the shower each time.

I pat my head dry and it feels like a cool mountain breeze over my scalp.

I go home to visit my parents.

My mother opens the door.

There's her bald son.

No!

I go, yes.

So today I'm married.

My wife and I have a 17-month-old son.

Yeah,

well,

I'll tell you.

I don't know whose genes he's going to inherit, but if he inherits my genes and starts going bald at 20, I'm going to tell him, son, be bald and be proud.

Thank you.

That was Chris Foley, live at the Atlanta Grand Slam.

Chris has lots to say about taking the plunge and going for bald.

Some benefits include lots more pocket money, no more rogue burning his eyes on the treadmill, and no more tedious work putting sunscreen on just his bald spots, which is a thing I had not previously considered.

Now he just slathers up the whole cranium at once.

Chris wanted to honor his father by saying that as combovers go, his father's was really pretty well done.

He had a front tuft that gave him lots of options and versatility.

To see some pictures of Chris and his various hairstyles and the ultimate lack of hairstyle, visit themoth.org where you can also find a shareable link to the story.

Perhaps there's a certain someone you know who really needs to hear this story.

Consider it a moth intervention with apologies to the Hair Club for Men.

This next story comes from Caridad de la Luz, or as she's commonly known, La Bruja.

That translates to the witch.

But Caridad likes to clarify, definitely a good witch.

After all, her full name translates exactly exactly to charity of the light.

Caridad raps, acts, sings, dances, writes, and teaches others how to do the same.

She's also an activist.

Her story is about letting go, but of someone else's baggage.

Here's Caridad de la Luz live at the mall.

So I'm born and raised in the Boogie Down Bronx.

I was raised on salsa and hip-hop

and thanks to my Puerto Rican family, I'll probably always live in the Boogie Down Bronx.

I lived in my grandmother's house until the age of five and when I was five, my parents bought a house only five blocks away because, you know, Puerto Ricans, we stick together.

So this house had a beautiful backyard,

cherry tree, an apple tree, two brother maple trees, and I felt like Pocahontas when I would play back there.

And then some years passed, and the house next door went up for sale, and my father decided to buy that house too, because it had a huge trucking garage behind it.

El Garaje.

It was 50 by 50 square feet, 30 feet tall, this roof, and it had these iron I-beams and these rolling cranes to pull the engines out of the trucks.

And my father was a mechanic, and my mother was a teacher, very hard-working people.

So they bought the houses.

And my parents had gotten married on Halloween,

so they decided to throw a huge Halloween anniversary party in El Garaje.

So I dressed up as a hula girl, and Baby dressed up as a Swami, Mommy dressed up as a cat.

Even Darth Vader showed up.

All our neighbors were there.

Our family was there.

And it was so much fun.

We were dancing salsa, we were dancing merenge, cha-cha, the hustle.

We even did the limbo.

My uncle was the best.

He was dressed as Dracula.

And he would go under that stick and scrape the back of his head on the floor as he went.

So time passed by and my father started collecting things in the garage.

Cars,

broken cars,

bicycles, broken bicycles, motorcycles, and it was fans and he just started collecting stuff.

You know, and all along he was collecting stuff.

He was also collecting women.

And

mommy knew about that.

She was resigned to her little little space.

She had her living room clean, the kitchen clean, her bedroom clean, and slowly every space in the house started getting filled up with stuff.

My father had this thing that when somebody would die, he would volunteer to pick up all their stuff and bring it to the house.

So there was furniture and

all kinds of things.

And

it just grew and grew.

He had this thing that I couldn't throw things away either.

So not only was he collecting, but he wasn't throwing things out.

If I threw away like a broken toy, it would wind up somehow back in the house.

If I threw away a chair, it would wind up in the garage.

A teddy bear back on the bed.

It was kind of crazy.

As a kid, it was fun, I must say.

All those things, it was like a museum.

Like I would invite my friends, and it was like a jungle, and like we would just swing through the stuff, and playtime was fascinating.

So I go off to college, and I returned, and

now there was a catamaran in the backyard,

canoes,

more broken cars.

And underneath the rubble, there was like cycles of life happening.

There was like dogs, cats, rats, squirrels.

It was just wild.

Now it wasn't fun.

Like now it was embarrassing.

Like we were the junkyard of the block.

There was a Jehovah's Witness church next to our house and they stopped knocking on our door to try to convert us.

They were probably looking like not even Jehovah could help these people.

So then I knew that

Things were not going to change.

So I did what my mother did too.

I just put the blinders up and just kept looking forward and living on my life.

And I met a man and fell in love and got married and had two beautiful children.

And somehow we found a way to make space for ourselves and live within the chaos.

During that time, my father started traveling back and forth to Puerto Rico because my grandfather had started getting sick.

And he was saying that, you know, he had to spend more time there because my grandfather was sick and there was this little old lady that he needed to help that lived nearby.

So he would leave, but all his stuff would still stay there.

My grandfather passed away and then me and my mom, we went to Puerto Rico.

And then my mom saw that that little old lady he was helping wasn't actually a little old lady at all.

She was a beautiful woman that owned a lot of land and my father had seduced her and now he was hoarding on her land too.

Now it was animals.

He had horses and cows and goats and he was like a farmer and shit now.

Six months passes,

Bobby doesn't come back.

I'm like, mommy, I think we should start throwing stuff out.

No, no, no.

If I throw any of his stuff out, he'll make my life hell.

I was like, I think he's already made your life hell.

It looks like hell to me.

Two years go by.

The junk is still there.

The third year,

I'm like, Mom,

it's time to throw this stuff away.

Enough is enough.

She's like, no, no, no, you don't have my blessing to do that.

No, your father will be so upset.

I was like, we are doing this.

So I got a dumpster, dumpster, a 30-yard metal dumpster.

And they come and they deliver it this gleaming heap of metal.

They open it up and it was empty, just dying to be filled.

So I start throwing things in there.

I go into the garage and slowly start throwing things out.

I found photo albums of families I never even knew.

I was like, this gotta go to.

And I started throwing things out with gusto, you know, like with like real, real

passion.

I felt like Michael Jordan dunking a ball.

I was like, dah!

Boom!

I still throw things away like that because it just feels so good.

So I'm filling it out, right?

Taking everything out, cleaning things out.

Now I'm starting to see the floor of the garage.

Now I'm starting to see the ground and the grass.

I'm throwing out carcasses of raccoons and just throwing things away.

And now I finally have some clarity.

And then my father, he returns from Puerto Rico and he sees the stuff that I've thrown away.

And he was pissed.

He said,

you threw away my dreams.

He's like, but that's okay, because I'm going to come back here in six months and I'm going to fix this.

Okay.

So he flies back to Puerto Rico, and Hurricane Maria happens.

And now there's a lot of broken things that he's promising to fix.

So he stays out over there and

I start fixing up El Garaje.

And now it's a space where

we make music, create poetry, art, and dance, a place where we could fix our souls.

And I decided to throw a huge Halloween party.

And I invited all of my friends.

And mommy showed up dressed as Sandy with her new boyfriend Danny from Greece.

And they're dancing salsa.

And I was dressed as a nurse because I like fixing fixing people.

And we were eating food and drinking drinks and dancing and lights and clarity and beauty.

Enough had been enough.

And I was so, so happy.

Even Rosie Perez showed up to my Halloween party.

And I knew that Even though my father said that I had thrown away his dreams,

I had only just started living mine.

Thank you.

That was Caridad de la Luz.

I visited Caridad at her house and went out back to see El Garaje for myself.

It is a beautiful, absolutely enormous space.

Room for four or five semi-trucks, by the way.

Carried forgot to mention in the story that the cleanout required five giant dumpsters.

Now El Grahe is now used for all sorts of arts events in the Bronx.

Poetry readings, salsa lessons, merengue band practice, hip-hop video shoots.

It's a place where creativity thrives and all it took was letting go of decades of clutter.

Create the space and creativity will follow.

When we return, a teenage girl corresponds with a boyfriend drafted into service in Vietnam, and a seventh grader goes all all in on the competitive Japanese card game Yu-Gi-Oh!

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This is the Moth Radio Hour from PRX.

I'm Jennifer Hickson.

Our next story is by Andrew McGill.

If the audience response sounds a little strange, it's because Andrew told this outdoors at a historic cemetery in Brooklyn called Greenwood.

It's one of our favorite New York locations for shows and technically might be our largest audience if you count the 600,000 people buried there.

I mean, they might be listening, right?

Here's Andrew McGill live, but on bump at Greenwood Cemetery.

When I was in the seventh grade, I was a lot shorter.

I had glasses.

I was very chubby.

I looked like the Black Harry Potter, except I didn't have any magic or friends.

And I remember walking into the lunchroom one day, I grabbed my lunch, and I see all these kids sitting down and they're playing this game, and they're laughing, and they're having these good times.

So I walk up a little closer, and I see they're like slapping these cards down on the table, and they're saying words that I didn't even know how to pronounce.

And I go a little closer, and I asked this kid, Daniel, he was in my English class, and I was like, Hey, man, what is this?

And he's like, Hey, it's Yu-Gi-Oh!

And I was like, what is Yu-Gi-Oh!

And he's like, hey, I'm not going to explain to you.

Just go watch a TV show.

It comes on at 4.30 right after school.

I was like, whatever.

So I went home and I watched a show and it was amazing.

If you don't know what Yu-Gi-Oh!

is, it's a Japanese card card game.

And it was beautiful.

It was awesome.

It was a mix of magic, monsters, friendship.

And it was amazing.

And I was like, oh, I got it.

This is me.

This is me now.

So I go to the school the next day and I was like, yo, teach me the game.

And he was like, I got you.

And Daniel gives me a pack of cards and they like invite me into this like weird little friend group.

And we started to become homies.

And these were my guys.

And we weren't as cool as the guys who like talk to girls, but we weren't like those kids who played Dungeons and Dragons.

Those were the real nerds in our school.

And we were hanging around.

We play all these tournaments all the time and I'd win different cards.

And like we, I had all these great memories hanging out with these dudes.

And I remember one time Daniel's like, yo, there's going to be this tournament at this place called King's Games right off the Q-train stop.

It's going to be be amazing.

You have to go.

And that was a little further away from my house.

So I was like, ah, boom.

I'll get my dad to drop me off.

So my parents are divorced and my dad is a taxi driver.

I was like, cool, it'll be all right.

So on a Saturday morning, I get my dad to pick me up in this bright yellow taxi.

He pulls up and I get in the front seat and it's like a very like...

quiet ride and we pull up to King's Games and there's all these kids lined up around the block and he's like what is this and I was like um it's just you know that's just something we're doing and we're gonna have some fun play some games.

And I and he's like, I'm gonna pick you up at four.

And I was like, all right, dude, I'll see you.

And I come out the taxi, and all my friends are like, yeah,

you're in a taxi.

I was like, yeah, what's going on, baby?

And then one kid's like, why are you in the front?

And I was like, shut up, man.

It was something in the back.

Don't worry about it.

And then we're sitting in line and we're just chilling, talking, whatever.

And then my dad rolls down the taxi star.

He's like, I picked you up at four.

And I was like, all right.

And they're like, why is your driver screaming at you?

And I was like, shut up.

Just go play some damn Yu-Gi-Oh!

So we go into King's Games and it's like a really like tiny shop, but there's all this different memorabilia from different TV shows, cult classic movies, called classic like video games, all this stuff.

It's beautiful.

It's nerd paradise.

And downstairs is where the magic happens.

It's Yu-Gi-Oh!

Fight Club, one-on-one Yu-Gi-Oh!

tournament.

It smells like virginity and whatever the spray for inhalers smells like.

And like we're down there and we're like playing Yu-Gi-Oh!

And I just lose track of time.

Like we're playing, we're having a good time.

And I was asking my buddy Shun Man, I'm like, yo, what time is it?

And he's like, it's 5.30.

And I said, oh, no.

So I run upstairs.

All these kids come out and I see my dad in the store.

I look at him.

He looks at me.

He's like, hmm.

And I was like, hey, what's going on?

And he's like, this is very interesting.

I was like, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You don't use words like interesting.

Let's get out of here.

So we get in the taxi and we're driving.

And it's very quiet again.

And my parents are divorced.

So he stops in the front of the building.

And he's like, hey, I'm going to come upstairs and talk to your mom.

and I was like cool whatever I don't care so we come upstairs and my mom's like hey how's that thing that you're at and I was like yeah it's fine she doesn't care because she doesn't know and he's like hey did you know Andrew's in the gang and I was like in a gang my mom's like in a gang and he's like yeah he's in the gang he's in the yakuzas I was like in the yakuzas What are you talking about?

And he's like, yeah, I saw him come out this basement with all these Korean people.

And my mom's like, oh, that makes sense.

I saw him watching all these Japanese jobs.

I was like, what are you talking about the Yakuza's is for Japanese and I couldn't be Yakuza's first off and I was like why am I in a gang and he's like because I know you're in a gang and they let me buy a weapon at that store and I was like what buy a weapon and he pulls out this black bag and he reaches inside and he pulls out this knife from blade two it literally said blade two on it the movie with wesley signs yes and i was like hey man that just says blade two and he's like yeah blade to cut people because you're in a gang and i was like no i'm not and he pulls out the knives and my mom's screaming i'm freaking out and I'm like you know what I'm just gonna explain this card game to him I pull out the Yu-Gi-Oh cards and I was like hey I was playing Yu-Gi-Oh!

and they're like what is Yu-Gi-Oh!

and I proceeded to explain Yu-Gi-Oh!

to my superstitious religion Haitian parents

and I'm like guys this is the blue-eyes white dragon has 3,000 life points this is the dark magician has 25,000 attack points if you attack it you lose your dark magician these are different spell cards that you can attach to your cards and they sit down and I'm like, I'm gonna double down and just tell them the real truth of Yu-Gi-Oh!

I was like, So, Yu-Gi-Oh!

started when these gods, you know, they just started to fight each other, and they're like, Hey, we're gonna take these demons, put them in the cards, they're gonna attack each other and they're gonna battle each other.

And whoever loses gets into the shadow realm.

The shadow realm is a place that's devoid of light, there's no life there, and you lose your soul in the shadow realm.

I'm just trying to play so I don't lose my soul, guys.

And they're like sitting down and it's all quiet.

And I'm like, Cool, maybe I made my point.

Maybe they understand

Yu-Gi-Oh!

And they're quiet.

My dad grabs my mom's shoulder, and they both look up at me, and they're like, okay,

you're not in a gang.

You're possessed by a demon!

And I was like, what are you talking about?

And I laughed, I giggled.

And just a note, side note, if you ever accuse of being a demon, don't laugh.

It makes you look like more of a demon.

And they're all freaking out.

They're like, we need to get the oils.

We need to cover this dude.

And they're like, call a pastor, call somebody.

And

that wasn't the end.

That wasn't the end, though, because they were like, hey, you have to burn these cards.

And I was like, burn the cards.

No, anything but burning the cards.

Please, not the cards.

These are my, this is my identity.

These are my, I can't go back to school if I burn these cards.

And they're like, you have to burn these cards.

And I sat over the kitchen sink, just burning card after card, memory after memory.

I was like, man, I played this with, I know, oh, I thought that was Shun Man, and it's just burning and burning.

And I'm crying his tears, but it wasn't over because on Sunday I had to go to church and then I had to go to school on Monday.

Oh no, I know.

I went to school on Monday and I walk into the lunchroom and I see all my friends playing, having a good time, looking all jolly.

And I couldn't go up to those guys and tell them, hey, my parents thought I was a demon and I had to burn all my cars.

I couldn't do that.

That's breaking cardinal rule number one of Yu-Gi-Oh!

You don't burn your cards.

What are you doing?

So much money on these things.

So I did what any middle schooler would do.

I just pretended to be better than them.

I was like, hey guys, I'm not going to sit here anymore.

I'm going to go talk to girls now because that's what I do.

And I sat alone.

And I think my parents should have just let me play Yu-Gi-Oh!

because after that, I got into online chat rooms and I started to catfish people.

And I never played Yu-Gi-Oh!

again.

Thank you.

That was Andrew McGill.

He did not invite his parents to the show because if they thought he was possessed before, this graveyard gig was really going to do them in.

Andrew was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, where he's a comic and a high school English teacher.

At the end of his story, he mentions that after being banned from playing Yu-Gi-Oh!, he started catfishing.

As you probably know, that means he corresponded with people online, posing as someone else.

For Andrew, it was all in good fun.

One of his alter egos was a blonde surfer named Stan.

Side Side note, Andrew has never been surfing.

One of Andrew's old Yu-Gi-Oh pals from middle school heard about this story and texted him.

I'm so sorry, dude.

Andrew wrote back, at least you can't throw away the memories.

Our next story is by Patricia Brennan.

She told it at our Story Slam in Ann Arbor, where we partner with Michigan Public Radio.

Her story involves the kinds of memories that are very difficult to let go.

Here's Patricia Brennan.

It's 1969, and I'm riding with my boyfriend Jack and a few friends up to northern Wisconsin.

And all of a sudden, Jack sees something out the window that makes him lurch out of his seat.

And I can see the tendons of his neck just vibrating in fear.

And then a minute later, he just relaxes back in the seat because he realizes that the funnel of clouds in the distance was just from the paper mills of northern Wisconsin.

It wasn't an incoming mortar attack from the Viet Cong.

Jack had just gotten back from NAM

a couple weeks earlier than that.

He'd been drafted to fight the war.

And the whole time he was in the country, he and I wrote letters back and forth.

I actually was protesting the war in Madison, but Jack made the war real to me.

And that whole year he was there, I had that clutchy feeling that you get when you love a soldier who's in active combat.

But now Jack was back home.

He was safe.

The war was behind us.

That's what I'd been thinking.

But when I saw him clutch at that smoke in the distance, I knew the damn war was still alive, at least in Jack.

So a few months later, he took off.

And I knew he had to go and fight his demons.

So he roamed the States in Canada with a few friends while his crew cut from the Army grew out.

And by the time he got to art school in California, his hair was long and free, and I figured he was too.

So four years later, when he and I got married, the Vietnam War seemed like ancient history to me.

It was,

I could easily imagine Jack had never even been there.

And that made it easier because Jack would never talk about the war with me, not ever.

And that was kind of amazing because Jack and I knew each other since we were in first grade.

We grew up together in a little Iowa town and we had all the same teachers, we knew all the same classmates, but Jack's year in Vietnam, it was like a black hole.

Well, I did know the basics of what he did there.

He was a helicopter door gunner.

That meant that his job was to provide fire cover while they were landing and picking up troops in the jungle.

And Jack, when he was over there, he sent me a picture of himself standing by his chopper.

And he's got one combat boot up on the open doorway of the copter.

And his hand is resting on this enormous automatic machine gun that's mounted there.

It was Jack's gun, and I couldn't imagine him shooting that thing, spraying hundreds of bullets out per minute.

And the truth is, I didn't want to picture him shooting that thing.

I preferred to focus on another picture he sent me where he's holding this adorable pet monkey that he'd adopted from the jungle.

And that looked like the jack I knew, fun-loving and creative and affectionate.

So in our marriage, It was comfortable for both of us to just pretend the war hadn't happened.

We just ignored the fact altogether.

But that war had a way of leaking into our home.

Like one night, Jack and I were at dinner table and we're lingering over our last glass of wine.

And our little boy starts singing the song that he had learned that day in preschool, America the Beautiful.

And his sweet voice is singing about the spacious skies and the amber waves of grain.

And all of a sudden I notice that tears are streaming down Jack's face because the song had brought him back to the funeral of a hometown buddy who was shot down in Vietnam.

And Jack, in full uniform, was a pallbear at that it is funeral.

And Jack started telling me that when he was carrying the casket out of the church, he completely broke down.

And he said, the worst part of the funeral was that the father of the boy, whose name was Bob Shares,

looked to Jack for answers for why his son had died, and Jack had nothing to give him.

And the reason this memory

is fresh in my mind is that I recently ran across the journal entry that I had written that night, and it prompted me to look out the memorial of our classmate, Bob Shares.

And Bob died in Vietnam on November 18th, 1969.

And then I was tled to make another secondary discovery.

The date on the journal entry was also November 18th.

So Jack had broken down and cried on the very anniversary of his friend's death.

And it's easy to write that off as coincidence, and that might be all it is.

But I wonder if it's more.

That night of Bob Scher's anniversary, people who loved him were grieving for him.

And maybe somehow that grief traveled through the ether and reached Jack's subconscious.

Because I think the pores of his war wounds were always open.

And when you're a vet or married to one, you never know when an incoming mortar attack is going to hit.

That was Patricia Brennan.

Patricia sent me some great photos, Jack and Patricia as a young couple and some of the pictures she mentioned in the story, Jack with his gun and Jack with a monkey.

You can see them on our website at themoth.org.

Patricia writes children's books, 26 so far.

Her most recent is called Who is Ruth Bader Ginsburg.

Although Patricia and Jack are no longer married, she says they're still close as they share two sons, three grandchildren, and a lifetime of memories.

When we return, more lessons in letting go from a man we met at a moth workshop with the Innocence Project.

When the Moth Radio Hour continues.

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I'm Jennifer Hickson.

The Moth first met our next storyteller, Michael von Allman, at the Innocence Network Conference.

It's a national event that brings together members of the Innocence Movement to discuss issues that affect the wrongfully convicted.

Michael's from Kentucky, and when we partnered with Apple Shop for a show in Weitzburg, we invited him to tell his story.

Here's Michael von Allman.

I have issues with hate.

I wasn't raised to hate.

I just found that hate was the

emotion that you needed to survive in prison.

And if you didn't hate, when you walked through the gate and onto the yard, it was taught to you right away.

On one side of the prison would be black folks, on the other side would be white folks.

And you were told, if you want to do the easiest bit possible,

you would stay within your race.

So that's where the hate started, was

expressed in a racial way.

But it didn't take much time,

exposure to the guards and that prison

regiment,

and you come to hate them too.

And it's not long before

you start to hate everything and everybody.

And that's the way you start doing good time

when you have

everyone at

their distance, and it didn't matter if you were innocent or guilty of

the crime you were in there for,

I was innocent of the crime I was in there for.

I had nothing to do with this violent assault that I was accused of.

But somehow I landed in prison and was

made to stay there.

I spent 11 years trying to prove that I didn't commit this crime.

And finally, after 11 years

and my fourth meeting with the parole board, they decided to give me the benefit of the doubt.

So

with my hate,

I took off.

on parole in Louisville.

And when you release a prisoner

that they're not transitioning from

convict to productive citizen they're transitioning into hate management how to control that

and that's what I did I learned to control it I managed it for 16 years

became a husband, father,

grandfather,

and just did my bit.

I got my, got back into

life.

The only thing missing was this

exoneration,

if it could ever happen.

16 years goes by.

I'm on parole.

One day I pick up the newspaper and it's a story in there about the Kentucky Innocence Project.

and how they had just received some grant money to investigate wrongful convictions.

And that's what the Innocence Projects do.

They

investigate wrongful convictions, and they're dedicated to correcting the wrongs that people have been accused of.

They take my case,

and in no time, they discover, they uncover this incredible textbook example of

mistaken mistaken identity.

They found this

serial rapist

that looks identical to me.

So

after 11 years in prison, 16 years on parole, we present this to the courts and without hesitation the courts correct this wrong that I had been living with for 27 years.

Remarkable.

But

the first year after I was exonerated,

the Innocence Project, they have, once a year, they have a conference where they invite all the attorneys and the folks involved and the exonerees

and celebrate, hone their skills.

So the first year I'm invited to this conference

and I get up and I meet these folks from across the country

that have experienced the same thing, some wrongful conviction.

And they've done decades and decades of time.

And I walk into the conference and the first thing I notice

is how many black Americans there are in this group of people.

So when I walked on the yard and they said, yeah, you got to stay in your race, it was at that moment when I noticed how many black folks was in there and people of color, that I had to reconcile my hatred or whatever and had to let it go.

And I felt it dissolve right then.

go to another conference and they got

folks up there from the law enforcement community,

another group that was, you just love to hate.

And then I reconcile with them.

And this process of going to the conferences

is such an emotional experience for me that I find that I got a drive to them, just to have that long drive back.

to process that emotion that I get from this conference.

Two years ago,

the conference was in San Diego, California.

Man, I had a lot of time to sort things out.

But on the way out there, I noticed how close I am to the Grand Canyon.

So while I'm loving this exoneration thing,

Now I get to make a bucket list move here and stop at the Grand Canyon.

It's not that far out of the way, so yes, I'm going to stop at the Grand Canyon.

Go to the conference,

it's over with.

I beeline for the Grand Canyon.

Taking it all in, and man, just life is super.

You just don't know how good life can be.

And

I'm taking it in.

I'm riding down the road.

I'm on the last day of the trip,

and I just cross into Missouri.

And as I come over this hill, I notice there's two state troopers in the middle of the median.

And as I approach them,

they had just ended their conversation with one another, and now they're pulling off and going up the interstate.

one in each direction.

I get about a mile down the road.

The cop comes by me,

along with all the other traffic that I'm riding with.

And I got the cruise control on, so I know I'm not speeding or anything.

But as he goes around us, all of a sudden he slows down

and I realize he's got a target in mind because he slips right in behind me.

And we ride for miles.

I'm not speeding, I'm just cruising.

But I finally come up on this car,

I signal, and I pass him.

The cop signals and passes as well.

Now, I don't want to be accused of cutting this guy off, so I ride out a little ways.

And as I look in my mirror to see if it's clear, the blue lights are on.

So I pull over

and as the cop comes to the window, he says,

let me see your driver's license.

And I hand it to him and he says,

the reason I pulled you over is because in the state of Missouri,

the passing lane is reserved for

passing only.

And I said,

well, I didn't want to cut the guy off.

And then the cop snapped, sir, you had long passed that guy.

Hate was wanting to start,

but reason

made me comply.

So

the next thing he says, where are you headed to?

And I said, I'm going to Louisville, Kentucky.

He says, what are you going to do in Louisville?

I said, well, I live there.

Then he

takes my driver's license, looks at it,

says, okay, where are you coming from?

I said, well, I just left a conference in San Diego, California.

He said, oh, a conference?

He said, what kind of work do you do?

Well, I'm a plumber.

And when I said that, he gave me this look like, wait a minute, you didn't drive no 2,000 miles for a plumbing convention.

You better come off with something better.

He didn't say that, but I could read that in his face.

So I just throw, I say, no,

the conference was for attorneys and investigators.

He said, oh, you're an attorney?

I said, no,

but I've needed one a time or two in my life.

And he just glared through me like, you better come on with something.

So I said, have you ever heard of the Innocence Project?

And I expected that he had, but he said, no,

never heard of them.

I said, well, they're a group of

lawyers and investigators who was

dedicated to wrongful convictions.

So the truth of the matter is, is I was wrongly convicted.

I ended up spending 11 years in a prison for a crime I didn't do.

And I said, can I show you something?

He said, yeah.

So I picked my phone up and I showed him the pictures that I have

of me,

the composite drawing they used to arrest me.

and the actual perpetrator.

Looked like two twins in a composite drawing.

The cop stopped asking questions.

I said, yeah, I was out there with dozens of guys

who made my 11 years in prison look like I was away to summer camp.

And he's following me and at that moment he looks down and sees the pamphlets from the Grand Canyon.

And he says,

I see him looking at the pamphlets.

I said, oh yeah, I stopped at the Grand Canyon.

You know, I was able to stop at the Grand Canyon and really enjoy the whole thing.

And at that moment,

he just shook his head and said, yeah, I'm hoping I get to see the Grand Canyon someday.

And with that,

this object of hate

turned into a human being.

And I do pretty good with human beings, and I fell right into character.

I said, Yeah, you didn't see all that coming, did you?

And he said, No.

He said, I feel for you, guy.

He said, Here, take this.

Have a safe trip home.

I took my driver's license.

I started my car,

merged back onto the interstate,

and I felt no hate.

Thank you.

That was Michael von Omen.

In fact, Michael was my inspiration for this episode about Letting Go because to my mind, letting go is his superpower.

To see pictures of him, including the police sketch used to convict him and photos of both Michael and the actual perpetrator, they look like brothers, visit themoff.org, where you can also see a shot of Michael at one of his bucket list destinations, the Grand Canyon.

Michael, I dearly hope you make it to every destination on that list.

That's it for this episode of The Moth Radio Hour.

We hope you'll be inspired to let go of anything that's holding you back so you can make way for more adventures and more stories.

We hope you'll join us next time, and that's the story from The Moth.

Your host this hour was Jennifer Hickson.

Jennifer also directed the stories in the show.

The rest of the Moth directorial staff includes Catherine Burns, Sarah Haberman, Sarah Austin Janes, and Meg Bowles.

Production support from Emily Couch.

Moth Stories Are True, is remembered and affirmed by the storytellers.

Our theme music is by The Drift.

Other music in this hour from John Schofield, Luis Perez and his orchestra, Alabama Shakes, the Martin Hayes Quartet, and Bruce Coburn.

You can find links to all the music we use at our website.

The Moth Radio Hour is produced by me, Jay Allison, with Vicki Merrick at Atlantic Public Media in Woods Hole, Massachusetts.

This hour was produced with funds from the National Endowment for the Arts.

The Moth Radio Hour is presented by PRX.

For more about our podcast, for information on pitching your own story and everything else, go to our website, themoth.org.

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