Autobiography - 30 Questions
Autobiography - 30 Questions
Autobiography - 30 Questions
Name of interviewee__________________________
1. Ask at least 10 of these questions to your partner and write down a few
notes from the answers.
2. Ask some follow-up questions if there is something interesting you want to
find out.
3. When answering questions, rather than just reply simply try to expand
your answers to give details, descriptions, reasons or anecdotes.
4. Return this sheet to the interviewee so he or she can use the notes to
write when writing the autobiography.
I spent two days just rifling uncertainly through the dictionarys pages. Id never
realized so many words existed! I didnt know which words I needed to learn. Finally, just to
start some kind of action, I began copying.
In my slow, painstaking, ragged handwriting, I copied into my tablet everything
printed on that first page, down to the punctuation marks.
I believe it took me a day. Then, aloud, I read back, to myself, everything Id written
on the tablet. Over and over, aloud, to myself, I read my own handwriting.
I woke up the next morning, thinking about those wordsimmensely proud to realize
that not only had I written so much at one time, but Id written words that I never knew were
in the world. Moreover, with a little effort, I also could remember what many of these words
meant. I reviewed the words whose meanings I didnt remember. Funny thing, from the
dictionary first page right now, that aardvark springs to my mind. The dictionary had a
picture of it, a long-tailed, long-eared, burrowing African mammal, which lives off termites
caught by sticking out its tongue as an anteater does for ants.
I was so fascinated that I went onI copied the dictionarys next page. And the same
experience came when I studied that. With every succeeding page, I also learned of people
and places and events from history. Actually the dictionary is like a miniature encyclopedia.
Finally the dictionarys A section had filled a whole tabletand I went on into the Bs. That
was the way I started copying what eventually became the entire dictionary. It went a lot
faster after so much practice helped me to pick up handwriting speed. Between what I wrote
in my tablet, and writing letters, during the rest of my time in prison I would guess I wrote a
million words.
I suppose it was inevitable that as my vocabulary broadened, I could for the first time
pick up a book and read and now begin to understand what the book was saying. Anyone who
has read a great deal can imagine the new world that opened. Let me tell you something: from
then until I left that prison, in every free moment I had, if I was not reading in the library, I
was reading on my bunk. You couldnt have gotten me out of books with a wedge. Between
Mr. Muhammads teachings, my correspondence, my visitorsusually Ella and Reginald
and my reading of books, months passed without my even thinking about being imprisoned.
In fact, up to then, I never had been so truly free in my life.
The Norfolk Prison Colonys library was in the school building. A variety of classes
was taught there by instructors who came from such places as Harvard and Boston
universities. The weekly debates between inmate teams were also held in the school building.
You would be astonished to know how worked up convict debaters and audiences would get
over subjects like Should Babies Be Fed Milk?
Available on the prison librarys shelves were books on just about every general
subject. Much of the big private collection that a man called Parkhurst had willed to the
prison was still in crates and boxes in the back of the librarythousands of old books. Some
of them looked ancient: covers faded; old-time parchment-looking binding. Parkhurst, Ive
mentioned, seemed to have been principally interested in history and religion. He had the
money and the special interest to have a lot of books that you wouldnt have in general
circulation. Any college library would have been lucky to get that collection.
As you can imagine, especially in a prison where there was heavy emphasis on
rehabilitation, an inmate was smiled upon if he demonstrated an unusually intense interest in
books. There was a sizable number of well-read inmates, especially the popular debaters,
Some were said by many to be practically walking encyclopedias.
They were almost celebrities. No university would ask any student to devour literature
as I did when this new world opened to me through being able to read and understand.
I read more in my room than in the library itself. An inmate who was known to read a
lot could check out more than the permitted maximum number of books. I preferred reading
in the total isolation of my own room.
When I had progressed to really serious reading, every night at about ten P.M. I would
be outraged with the lights out. It always seemed to catch me right in the middle of
something engrossing.
Fortunately, right outside my door was a corridor light that cast a glow into my room.
The glow was enough to read by, once my eyes adjusted to it. So when lights out came, I
would sit on the floor where I could continue reading in that glow.
At one-hour intervals the night guards paced past every room. Each time I heard the
approaching footsteps, I jumped into bed and feigned sleep. And as soon as the guard passed,
I got back out of bed onto the floor area of that light-glow, where I would read for another
fifty-eight minutesuntil the guard approached again. That went on until three or four every
morning. Three or four hours of sleep a night was enough for me. Often in the years in the
streets I had slept less than that.