Kathryn Stockett discusses her first novel, The Help
What was the genesis of the novel?
Growing up in Mississippi, almost every family I knew had a black woman
working in their housecooking, cleaning, and taking care of the white
children. That was life in Mississippi. I was young and assumed thats how
most of America lived.
When I moved to New York, though, I realized my normal wasnt quite
the same as the rest of Americas. I knew a lot of Southerners in the city,
and every now and then wed talk about what we missed from the South.
Inevitably, somebody would start talking about the maid they grew up with,
some little thing that made us all rememberAlices good hamburgers or
riding in the back seat to take Willy May home. Everybody had a story
Twenty years later, with a million things to do in New York City, there
we were still talking about the women whod raised us in our mamas
kitchens. It was probably on one of those late nights, homesick, when I
realized I wanted to write about those relationships from my childhood.
Tell us about your own family maid and your familys
relationship with her.
My grandmothers maid was named Demetrie. She started working for my
grandparents in 1955, when my father and uncle were still boys and she
was twenty-eight. When they were grown, she looked after us, the grandchildren.
I loved Demetrie dearly, and I felt so loved too. We got the best part of
her. She wasnt our mother, so it wasnt her job to discipline us or make us
sit up straight. She just played with us and fed us, and she liked to make
us laugh. When I was little, she told me that I had a tail, and I was always
turning around, looking for it. I wasnt exactly quick as a child.
I think another reason my siblings and I had such a close connection
with Demetrie is that she never had children of her own. Shed grown up
poor and lived with an abusive husband. When a person has that much
sadness and kindness wrapped up inside, sometimes it just pours out as
gentleness. She was a gentle soul. There havent been enough people like
her in this world.
Since you werent alive in 1962, what research, if any, did you do
to make sure the time period and social attitudes of the era were
It sounds crazy, but I would go to the Eudora Welty Library in Jackson and
look at old phone books. The back section of the phone book captures so
much about the mundane life in a certain time, which somehow becomes
interesting fifty years later. The fancy department stores, the abundance of
printing shops, and the fact that there were no female doctors or dentists
all helped me visualize the time. In the residential listings, most families just
listed the husbands name, with no mention of the wife.
I also read The Clarion-Ledger newspapers for facts and dates. Once Id done
my homework, Id go talk to my Grandaddy Stockett, who, at ninety-eight,
still has a remarkable memory. Thats where the real stories came from, like
Cat-bite, whos in the book, and the farmers who sold vegetables and cream
from their carts everyday, walking through the Jackson neighborhoods.
I found that people dont seem to remember social attitudes. They
remember what you could do, what you couldnt do, and especially those
people who went ahead and did both.
You interviewed both African-Americans and whites from this time
period. Was there anything surprising in what they told you?
Its a tricky question to ask. It is hard to approach someone and say,
Excuse me, but what was it like to work for a white family in the South
during 1960s? I guess I felt a lot like Skeeter did in The Help.
But I did hear plenty of interesting stories. One black woman from Birmingham
told me she and her friends used to hide down in a ditch, waiting
for the bus to take them to work. They were that afraid to stand on a
street corner because white men would harass them. Still, all of the black
women I spoke to were very proud of the jobs theyd had. They wanted to
tell me where their white children live today and what they do for a living. I
heard it over and over: They still come to see me and They call me every
The surprises actually came with the white women I interviewed. I realize
theres a tendency to idealize the past, but some of the women I spoke
to, especially the middle-aged generation, just fell apart before they even
started talking. They remembered so many details: She taught me to tell time;
She taught me to iron a mans shirt before I got married; She taught me how to
wait for the green light. Theyd remember and sigh.
After a while, I started to better understand what they were feeling. I felt
it, too. It wasnt just that they missed these women so deeply. I think they
wished that they could tell them, one last time, Thank you for everything.
There was a sense that they hadnt thanked them enough.
Were you nervous that some people might take affront that you, a
white woman in 2008and a Southern white woman at that
were writing in the voice of two African-American maids?
At first, I wasnt nervous writing in the voice of Aibileen and Minny because
I didnt think anybody would ever read the story except me. I wrote it because I wanted to go back to that place with Demetrie. I wanted to hear her
But when other people started reading it, I was very worried about what
Id written and the line Id crossed. And the truth is, Im still nervous. Ill
never know what it really felt like to be in the shoes of those black women
who worked in the white homes of the South during the 1960s and I hope
that no one thinks I presume to know that. But I had to try. I wanted the
story to be told. I hope I got some of it right.
Of the three womenAibileen, Minny and Skeeterwho is your
favorite character? Were they all equally easy or difficult to write?
Were any of them based on real people?
Aibileen is my favorite because she shares the gentleness of Demetrie. But
Minny was the easiest to write because shes based on my friend Octavia. I
didnt know Octavia very well at the time I was writing, but Id watched
her mannerisms and listened to her stories at parties. Shes an actress in Los
Angeles, and you can just imagine the look on her face when some skinny
white girl came up and said to her, Ive written a book and youre one of
the main characters. She kind of chuckled and said, Well, good for you.
Skeeter was the hardest to write because she was constantly stepping
across that line I was taught not to cross. Growing up, there was a hard and
firm rule that you did not discuss issues of color. You changed the subject if
someone brought it up, and you changed the channel when it was on television.
That said, I think I enjoyed writing Skeeters memories of Constantine
more than any other part of the book.