Angel Island
Page 112"What did you do with yours, Julia?" Lulu asked at last.
"I kept them until last night," Julia answered.
Among the ship's stuff was a beautiful carved chest. It was packed with
linen. Billy said it was some earth-girl's wedding outfit. I took
everything out of the chest and put my wings in it. Folded carefully,
they just fitted. I used to brood over them every night before I went to
bed. Oh, they were wonderful in the dark - as if the chest were full of
white fire. Many times I've waked up in the middle of the night and gone
to look at them. I don't know why, but I had to do it. After a while, it
always wept. I could not help it."
Julia wept now. The tears poured down her cheeks. But she went on.
"After yesterday's talk, I thought this situation over for a long time.
Then I went to the chest, took out my wings, brought them downstairs and
- and - and - ."
"What?" somebody whispered.
"Burned them!" Julia's deep voice swelled on the word "burned" as though
she still felt the scorching agony of that moment.
Julia asked their question for them. "Do you want to know why I did it?"
And without waiting, she answered, "Because I wanted to mark in some way
the end of my desire to fly. We must stop wanting to fly, we women. We
must stop wasting our energy brooding over what's past. We must stop it
at once. Not only that but - for Angela's sake and for the sake of all
girl-children who will be born on this island - we must learn to walk."
"Learn to walk!" Peachy repeated. "Julia, have you gone mad? We have
always held out against this degradation. We must continue to do so."
wing-stumps. That would lower us to a level with men."
"But are we lowering ourselves?" Julia asked. Are they really on a lower
level? Isn't the earth as good as the air?"
"It's better, Julia," Lulu said unexpectedly. "The earth's a fine place.
It's warm and homelike. Things grow there. There's nothing in the air."
"There are the stars," murmured Peachy.
"Yes," said Julia with a soft tenderness, "but we never reached them."