WHERE DO WORDS GO TO DIE, IF NOT, IN TEARS OR LAUGHTER?By Tafari ZharrOnly A Savant would know the answer to that question that’s why she became an INFALLIBLE AUTHORITY ON EXPLAINING STUFF -Jennie N. Wheatley , MBE - A Masterful, Beautiful, Endangered specieMayhem: Where do words go to die? Teacher: “If not in tears or laughter then WORDS FLY”I learned the expression In High-school from my mentor, Teacher Jennie, whose love language was to be “hard on me”. Her genius approach proved to be truly meaningful as she applauded my independent thinking which began with me constantly questioning everything including where do words go to die? Do the research but “ Pass It On” a book she subsequently authored.An infallible authority on explaining stuff- Such was the nature of our relationship . She once said I was so self aware that I probably didn’t need another fiction book to read but should incorporate tears and laughter in writing and that was how “Mrs JW” as I affectionately called her revealed her writing style to me; sorry but in those days I thought she laughed out loud just like Jimmy Walker from Good-Times. Yes, her magical laughter always near to tears, but too discretionary seemed to come from a contrite heart, her reaction spontaneously serios and a precursor for the reserved proactive - Write Something!So today, I remember the swiftness of her pen as she’d scribble a name of a book I could read if I could get it first…”Soul Chant” by Jon Lucien falls off her lips .. Did she just chant that tune? What a diversely connected intellectual! She knew everything and everyone.A savant with a lot to say though she didn’t talk too much - she herself an audacious “creative content consultant” ahead of her time sought to advance ideas, testing, and concepts that responded to nuances of supporting student life, conflict with educational issues, improvements, and imposing implements . Out of love and concern for student rights and freedoms she was advocating “teaching tolerance” boldly discussing and proudly embracing the argot of the idioms of the indigenous Virgin Islander. All this awareness guidance while reassuring me that there was nothing notably unusual about dialects as we are byproducts of the diaspora. Always adding you know VI people chose sometimes to distance themselves … - some …she’d chuckled only as if she had the last laugh. She always did.During the beginning of my writing career I recognized that in brainstorming for the composition that both intent and content was constitutional to context.. I devised a cheat sheet for jotting ideas and discovered that Mrs JW was an essay strategist when once she disclosed a more of her tools including tone and try color via the right expository grammar. What in the VI was that?I was willing to learn - the truth is Mrs JW was always busy - I chased after her “master class” after school - although in a nutshell stealing five minutes here and there from her subtracting time she didn’t have remaining in her day; she explained how strapped she was addressing me with the obvious scheduling she needed to get to like conferring with peers, meetings.or grading papers. Yet every week she became more fascinating and mysteriously out of time; and yet she almost always slowed down in expectation that she played a role in my book life. If she didn’t have a book to toss my way she’d tell me a good book to read.Always when I needed her- she became the ultimate ubiquitous woman - I can almost hear her drawled out “y e s” As I would encounter her … “what do you think about the titles in Norwalk Harrigan’s and Pearl Varlack’s paper on “The US Virgin Islands and the Black Experience”? I wanted to know if she would counter with a piece on The BVI people and take “black” out of the equation. She said that would be “mayhem” - I wrote that word everywhere and for awhile Mayhem was my alias.I had to have pep in my step just to keep up with wit and sure stride of “The Geni” . She appeared noble and commanding in ways that made her tower over me like she was Cleopatra of Culture, the Cannon of Canterbury, and the Architect Of Herstory” - Read Between The Lines. I thought I could keep up with her if I read what she read. So I purposefully stopped her for book talk about what she was reading but she would often rattle off there’s something in the Island Sun of which I had no interest in newspapers back then - only newly accessed books but she got me reading the paper only after suggesting I enter a writing contest in the Daily News. I still don’t think I was wrong about feeling somehow that me asking her anything became an assignment. “There’s a brown girl in the ring…” Really? I’ve never missed a day in her class. She had something to teach and I was willing to show up to learn. Most importantly I embraced how she used language so artfully to present dialogue- and specifically in the sense that Geography was perhaps more contemporaneous than history and socially more advantageous to our local politics . I’d come around to accepting the confidence and trust in my becoming as Teacher Jennie half smilingly cajoled “you know Sheila, Roy, and Kenny are good; so are you ready to join the “club”? Of course it was a phantom club with actual hopeful serious, local, poets like, again: Sheila, Roy, and Kenny. so I was initiated with a nod . I parked myself at the public Library and fell in love with “Harlem” Langston Hughes” poem about what happens to dreams deferred? It soon became clear to me that my dreams could be deferred ; but love was going to be hard on me unless I was reading as it also meant I could escape of doing any chores. I thought she was ahead of her time in that her political watchfulness envisioned a Virgin Islands where progressive thinking and educational progress were reimagined . In the classroom as she used her teaching to help lift voices and social and cultural perspectives to preserve aspects of national pride and although the classrooms were small our local readings Ricochet as if we were athletes Competing in an auditorium - our roles She urged us to“speak up” coaching us to amplify the past to safeguard traditions, proverbs, and the tangibles. At graduation celebration she rewarded me the coveted award “Most Likely To succeed” I resented it until she broke it down- what else do you love? Before I could respond she’d said “ All is well” Subsequently if you were lucky to get a on-one-on one with her you could benefit from the lure of her explaining stuff and i wished secretly for an “auntie Jennie” . I regret that over the years that the further I got away from high school days the more she too became an endangered species - until last week I’d putt off sending The “Jenius ” copies of my published successes and triumphs.. Eventually … I parked words on pages and to help effect change I d termines to see - to be able to recognize injustices, identify inequalities, and expose hateful rhetoric O Jennie Why’d you gone and die?- I poured my grief out in disbelief and wiping my eyes I hugged myself and tried not to cry.- I wished I would soon sleep! With tears streaming down my cheeks I searched dramatically for the consolation song to ease me into slumberland. And once again Love …Hard on me. A long night ensued until “a song crept into my head and I started humming and fibbing my groove into the forgotten lyrics of: “Love’s Been A Little Bit Hard On Me“ By Juice Newtons. So I quickly searched found and saved on my playlist- That’s how I’ll honor the masterfully brilliant endangered specie - a BVI Book - A treasure -farewell “Jenius Jen”. Jennie N Wheatley, MBE., as best as I can express in Latin “Verba volant, scripta manent” Words Fly, WHAT YOU WRITE REMAINS Dedicated To Dr Charles H Wheatley, Families and Friends - Deep Condolences - “One Day At A Time” your mantra and in honor of and remembering her- “All Is Well”. May all your wonderful memories comfort you during this heartbreaking time.Copyright © 2023. By Tafari Zharr. All rights reserved.

Teacher Jennie was one of my favorite teachers. She was caring, loving and very patient with all her students. Because of her, many of us have grown up to be outstanding citizens whether at home or aboard.RIP dearest!

Deepest condolences to the family of this great lady. She was indeed one of BVI's treasure. She was one of my best teachers at BVI High School. Never stood for nonsense. I loved and respected her.