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“Women are already outsiders, so there’s less pressure to fall into established tropes.  In the classic tale of Man vs. Nature, either man or nature wins – which means that the other one loses.  But that’s a narrow framework, and without identifying with the writers of the canon, it’s easier for female writers to sidestep the competition entirely.  –Blair Braverman

I always wanted to travel to China

Ellis Island Los Angeles  

Men are from Mars, Women are Goddesses

At UCLA in 70s, I indulged my new fascination with Sinophile with as many classes in the Chinese department as I wanted.  I took Elements of Modern Chinese (Mandarin), Far East Literature in Translation, Archaeology Early and Modern China, Influence of Buddhism, Southeast Asia History 1815 Forward and Chinese Art.  I couldn’t get enough. 

The poetry in free verse translation was like none other I had read, exquisite and brimming with fantastic imagery and ideas.  I still have my textbook, Anthology of Chinese Literature from early times to the fourteenth century edited by Cyril Birch, ripped and stained with ink from Printmaking 140.  I would sit in the sculpture garden next to the School of Fine Art, perched on my favorite abstract, nude bronze while poring over the English translations. 

At the same time, the Peoples Park controversy at the Berkeley campus erupted May 30, 1969.  Radical students at UCLA wore armbands to classes in solidarity with their actions and took over the Administration Building.  In Fall Quarter I took Angela Davis’ Themes of Black Literature in the Philosophy Department.  Here’s a link to a news clip of Davis at UCLA in May 1969 which mentions the Student Strike. 

What does this have to do with an urban commune in downtown Los Angeles near another institution of higher learning, USC?  I’ll get to that.

After graduation, I found myself living in a quaint cabin high up in Laurel Canyon.  My boyfriend was never around, spending most of his time in San Francisco.   I was ready to break up and move on to the next thing in my life.  Quelle surprise!  He didn’t agree and pounded the daylights out of me.  The cops came.  Back in 1971, police response to domestic violence was a joke.  No report was filed.  I had to move out right away.

Tom Conerly

Tom Conerly

This was when a friend of mine from Long Beach, Tom Conerly a commune resident, offered the third-floor ballroom to crash in, and I moved in Fall of 1971.

The Goddess moves Downtown

“Did I tell you that you were the first liberated woman that wasn’t attached to some other male in the house?  I told that to a lot of people.”  --Rush Riddle

Until a room opened, this was my home.  Up on the third floor it was quiet. No one went up there.  No one knew me and I was happy to have a mattress to sleep on.  There was no glass in the windows and the spacious room was wide open to the elements on three sides.  I later learned Ellis had a policy about underage crashers.  Runaways could stay the night but had to go in the morning.  While I was up there, no other crashers arrived to invade my solitude.

Orion and Karen Poplawski

Orion and Karen Poplawski

Karen Poplawski took me under her ample wing and initiated me into the Ellis regime.  Every resident had to help with running the house, a magnificent Victorian which had been converted to a fraternity at some point.  There was an enormous bathroom with shower heads arranged around the four walls.  Privacy was restricted to your room, and everyone had their own.  Couples shared, and the population fluctuated between 14 and 18 residents. 

Tom Wallace

Tom Wallace

You were required to sign up every week on two sheets.  One was the food program and the other was cleaning.  For $5 a week a resident could get all meals provided.  The folks on the shopping gig would find bulk items at the Grand Market downtown and stock the pantry with dozens of loaves of bread, eggs and milk in the several refrigerators, breakfast, lunch and snack foods.  For those meals everyone was on their own.  Routinely I would get up to have breakfast cereal and juice, make a sandwich and take it to work.  Dinners were prepared by other people and served to everyone at 6pm.  Others cleaned up the kitchen after.

My activism continued while I was here.  In April 1972, some of us went to the March to McArthur Park organized by UCLA Committee for New University.  It was a circus.  People in costumes, a character calling himself General MacArthur with rockets on his epaulets.  Weed.  Fun.  And we managed to eventually stop the damn war by speaking out.

I made a painting studio out of a third-story room and carved my name on the brick chimney outside the window.  As artists do, I experimented with everything that was new, including drugs and sex.  I enjoyed them both and had lots of friends who shared my point of view.   If the men of Ellis regarded me as a goddess among them, they were polite.  I picked who I wanted to sleep with and who I didn’t.  Often early risers would witness a young man hurrying through the house from my room, clutching their shoes. 

They say that Maui noka oi

“If it’s not fun, it’s not worth doing.”  --Cheryl West

I formed an idea that I would travel to China.  The first step was to fly to Honolulu and then on to Maui where I joined a group of young people.  We ran our simple farmhouse commune along the same lines as Ellis, everyone cooperating and working.  One of my chores was to rise early to milk the Holstein cow, Lani, huge as the Queen Mary, swaying across the pasture with her keiki dancing around and coming right at me holding a bucket of pineapple waste. 

Tom Wallace shipped my 1967 Honda 350 to me there.  The day I had a terrible fight with my boyfriend, it ended up in a gulch, and I missed a day of work. 

Although I had my passport, I lost sight of China, drifting in the West beyond my grasp.  Mao was dead.  The Cultural Revolution was over.  I returned to California.

Did Ellis Island change my life?

“Cheryl – You helped me be higher than I have been in a long time… & I love [you] for it.” – Bill Schaffner

It was years later that I completed my goal, traveled to Beijing, China, and worked at Tsinghua University in 2011 in their Communications Department called Overseas Promotion.  It was perplexing to my Director that I had lived in a commune in Los Angeles in the 70s.  The idea had no reference for her, a card-carrying member of the Communist Party.  Americans are supposed to be capitalists and think they’re better than everyone. 

Ellis, the grand damme, eternally elegant and functional, a beacon of civility amongst the scrum of south Los Angeles off Adams and Hoover boulevards.  She rests in my heart, a solid piece of evidence that I existed, and all these things happened, and we were there.

RR#1 Box 82 Haiku, Maui Hawaii 96708:  Cher on her 1967 Honda 350, cut-offs, flip-flops and bikini.

RR#1 Box 82 Haiku, Maui Hawaii 96708: Cher on her 1967 Honda 350, cut-offs, flip-flops and bikini.


My pals

Terry and Karen Poplawski           69/5-1975 moved to Terrarium commune in Ukiah

Mike McMurtry                69/5-71/8

Peoples Park Berkeley   69/5 Cheryl wore armband to classes at UCLA

Students take over Administration Building UCLA               Fall quarter 1969

Vincent Leclair                   69/7-69/10 RIP

Grady Aldridge                  69/7-74/3 lived with

Bob Riddle                          69/9-76/6 in the carriage house, dubbed phallus palace

Marc Setterholm              69/9-70/11 new friend Sasha

Bill Schaffner                     70/03-75/1 always have a special place in my heart

Student strike and takeover of Administration Building USC          70/5

Tom Conerly                      70/9-73/9 friend from junior high school, married my friend from UCLA Trish

Cheryl West                        71/10-71/12 that’s me before I married and changed my name to Petty

Sharon Murphy                 71/11 my pal and goddess for fun times

Cheryl in pigtails, Sharon Murphy and Tom Wallace

Cheryl in pigtails, Sharon Murphy and Tom Wallace

Madeline Baak                  71/12 spooky seamstress

Tommy Wallace                72/1 was attending USC film school

Rob Boucher                      72/3 immigrated to the west coast, poet with beautiful long hair

Gary Wright                        72/3 fantastic artist and prodigious smoker of reefer

March to MacArthur Park organized by UCLA Committee for New University        72/4 

Cheryl lives RR#1 Box 82 Haiku, Maui Hawaii 96708                           72/7