Toni Cade Bambara's short story "My Man Bovanne" presents a rich tapestry of irony and empathy. The titular phrase is used superficially by most characters, serving as a hollow greeting devoid of genuine sentiment. In stark contrast, Miss Hazel, the story’s narrator, evolves from initially disowning any connection to Bovanne to becoming his caretaker, driven by a spirit of compassion.

The Setting and Social Context

The narrative unfolds during a lively fundraiser hosted by a black coalition in a New York City neighborhood. This event aims to galvanize the local African-American community into a cohesive political entity. Miss Hazel attends but is largely disinterested in the lofty political speeches; instead, she is captivated by the subtler, human elements of the evening. She perceptively notes a tendency she calls a “hummin jones” among the blind, a habit of humming developed as a substitute for visual engagement. Bovanne, an elderly blind man present at the party, exemplifies this trait. When Hazel invites Bovanne to dance, they quickly establish a wordless, harmonious connection, demonstrating her ability to appreciate individual people rather than abstract causes.

A Gesture of Kindness

As the evening progresses, Hazel becomes acutely aware of the dismissive attitudes toward Bovanne. Guests repeatedly greet him with a perfunctory "My man, Bovanne" but fail to engage with him meaningfully. Hazel takes it upon herself to ensure Bovanne receives the kindness and attention he deserves, offering simple gestures like conversation and refreshments.

Controversy on the Dance Floor

Hazel’s decision to dance closely with Bovanne ignites controversy among her family. She perceives their dance as profoundly expressive, likening it to "the heel of the hand on a tambourine or on a drum." Her children, however, view it as inappropriate and embarrassing; they whisk her away to the kitchen to voice their displeasure.

Generational and Cultural Clashes

In the kitchen, Hazel's children confront her with a litany of criticisms. They accuse her of drinking too much, dressing inappropriately, and dancing too intimately with Bovanne. Her daughter, Elo, harshly compares her behavior to "a bitch in heat." While Hazel is taken aback by their harsh words, she remains unapologetic, asserting, "I wasn’t shame."

Exploring Motives and Expectations

Her children's indignation stems from their expectations of Hazel's role in their political ambitions. They expect her to organize a "council of elders" and secure a venue from the Reverend Trent for their party headquarters. To them, Hazel’s actions are incongruous with these responsibilities. Hazel resents their critical approach, their lack of empathy for Bovanne, and their last-minute communication of these plans. Her biting response, “If grass roots mean you kept in the dark I can’t use it," underscores her frustration with their opaque expectations.

A Defiant Response

Refusing to fulfill her children's demands to negotiate with Reverend Trent, whom she regards as insincere, Hazel sarcastically suggests, "You want me to belly rub with the Reven, that it?" When further discussion proves fruitless, her children settle on holding a "family council" the following night at Hazel's home, yet again excluding her from any decision-making process.

A Personal Resolution

Left alone in the kitchen, Hazel is joined by Bovanne, and she decides to treat him to a pair of dark sunglasses and a warm bath at her house. Her actions reflect a commitment to the well-being of the elderly, a mission she humorously describes as "doing her part." Furthermore, she declares that Bovanne will be the guest of honor at the upcoming family council, cheekily asserting her independence.

The Story's Conclusion

The story closes on a note of wry humor and self-assurance. Bovanne compliments Hazel, suggesting she must be a "pretty woman," to which she responds with a playful nod to her daughter's earlier insult: "I surely am; just like the hussy my daughter say I am." This ending encapsulates Hazel's defiance and her embrace of her identity, regardless of her children's judgments.