I’ve been mighty quiet on the blog front as of late because I haven’t made time to sort out all of the things that are happening. There’s been so much emotions, thoughts, and feelings, that I just have been feeling somewhat numb. One thing that I have been doing is listening to the Harry Potter books on my way to and from work. I had only read 2 of the books prior, so it was really fun to revisit the whole series and to hear all the parts and characters that the movies left out ( seriously, why didn’t they include Peeves in the movies?!?). I just finished the last one a few days ago. There were a few times when listening through these books lines up eerily with my life and that’s what I want to talk about today.
He was in his 70’s and as you can see the physical resemblance to Dumbledore goes without saying. I don’t know if Albus ever had dreadlocks, but in a beard off I think it’d be a tie. They both had the whimsical looks of mischief on their faces. They were both borderline irreverent and very genuine. Allen had many different jobs over the course of his life, and I think the last one was his favorite. He was a professional playground monitor. He’d give out bouncy balls to the kids (even if he wasn’t supposed to) and make sure that the children had a safe and fun environment to play. Allen lived in the Artist Reformation house with Dana and I along with 4 other 20 somethings and developed a really close friendship with my friend Brendan (or Brandon as Allen would call him). They’d share stories, go to rummage sales, and they just connected in a real way. They’d sit at coffee shops and talk about God while smoking cigarettes and meeting whoever would stop by long enough to talk. I can just picture Allen standing up in front of a whole school and saying, “Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak! Thank you.”. And then sitting down with a giant grin on his face. Allen Greenburg was the closet thing to a real life Dumbledore that I’ll ever know. The world is a little colder without Allen. So experiencing Dumbeldore’s death in the book was just another wave of grief that engulfed me. Not knowing how to feel or what to do afterwards, I was blessed enough to have friends come into town that knew him and did my utmost to be as present with them as possible, knowing that we were all hurting and dealing with our loss in different ways. It was awesome and it sucked all at the same time.
The next time the books lined up with the real world is when I was beginning The Deathly Hallows. This one was less profound (for me) as the loss of Allen/Dumbledore, but it still struck me. The day that Trump signed and announced Executive Order that bans people from certain countries from entering the US, I was listening to the part where they are referencing how Voldemort has control of the ministry and they were starting a muggle registration and putting people of muggle heritage on trial. Seeing the marches, protests, and general dissent of this executive order, reminded me of these kids standing up to injustice (Ron offers to testify that Hermione is a distant cousin of the Weasley’s which would put her “blood-status” as a witch and not a muggle-born) doing whatever they would think to do and at the end of the day it boiled down to sticking together, standing up for each other, and treating everyone with respect (house elves, goblins, giants, etc) while the ruling powers try to legislate and institutionalize racism (purebloods first) and pushing out everyone who didn’t fit that mold, ignoring truth and justice. If only we had an elderwand to help defeat Trump.