Developed and implemented academic content for interdisciplinary research, webinars, and responsible for student supervision and mentoring designed to impact Morocco and Africa.Responsible for excellence in teaching, applied research, and innovation.Hayes, who spent much of his worried, generous life hoping to go unnoticed, must not be forgotten.ĭid you know David Hayes? Share your memories in the comments section. There is no end to it, and in this productivity-driven era, it’s not always natural to set aside time to remember.īut Mr. Someone moves away, someone dies, and a crowd rushes in to fill the void. The tides of a busy world carry people out and people in without pausing. “Thank you, thanks a lot for seeing me, are we done now?” “Thanks, thanks,” he would say hurriedly, when meeting with someone trying to reassure him. Hayes’ life was that he knew so many facts, but did not believe an essential one - that he was safe. When you needed to list the four flavors of filling in the old chocolate Sky Bar, he was your only man. His day program had to call an end to Trivial Pursuit tournaments, because no one could beat his run. He knew the date of Margaret Thatcher’s death, the precise timeline of Malcolm X’s life, the words of Ralph Ellison and Claude Brown, and every tune from the seventies. And he gave away the knowledge in his unforgetting mind. He gave away cigarettes and money, the two small, straightforward pleasures he could have kept. He believed himself a doomed man, but was also a courageous one. When he declared that zombies had hexed him because of his race, in the great scheme of history - growing up black, in Boston, in the sixties - this was the case. “A lot of people think I should take meds and nothing else,” Mr. By then, he was already carrying table knives for protection. Witchcraft was involved, sometimes voodoo, and a lifetime of largely unpleasant experience with the psychiatric world that began in adolescence. Hayes worried about others and himself a great deal, and felt safest in the world when he locked his door, turned the radio to WBZ News, and kept 24/7 watch on events throughout a city, state, and country, which were, to his mind, inescapably dangerous.įor years, he suffered - really suffered - from devastating worries that were not factually accurate. Facebook Email This article is more than 8 years old.ĭavid Hayes died January 20, 2015, in Boston.
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