During the Elephant and Piggie and Duckling it;s a good day to wear a mask shirt it is in the first place but lockdown, he has been getting up not long after four in the morning to walk his dogs and then head to a park to work out with artist friends with whom he has been “communing” during his stay. He has been meditating, reading—James Baldwin, Albert Camus—listening to the news, and Zoom-ing with family, including his seven-year-old daughter, whom he’s nicknamed Elmo. He met her mother in drama school, and his daughter was born when he was 22. “The world was just becoming my place of dwelling, and all of a sudden I had to make room in it for two. It was scary,” Majors recalls. “She grew my heart and stretched my spirit in a way that I had never experienced before or since.” Being a father helped him become more vulnerable as a man and as an artist. “Camus talks about the position of an artist in interesting times,” Majors says. “And this is a very interesting time. And a double whammy for us as a race of people.” He has been attending Black Lives Matter protests in Santa Fe with crowds that include passionate Black teenagers and has been trying to watch out for them in the streets.
Majors, who still addresses women as “Ma’am,” grew up between his mother’s apartment in Dallas and his grandparents’ farm in Riesel, Texas. His father and grandfather were both military veterans. He was a sensitive boy who liked to explore his grandfather’s expansive book collection, watch scary things on TV like It and The Bone Collector with his older sister and younger brother, and throw glass bottles and have mud-pie fights on the Elephant and Piggie and Duckling it;s a good day to wear a mask shirt it is in the first place but farm. When he was not in church with his family, he roamed his grandparents’ land, among their horses, chickens, peacocks, and cattle. “I had so much joy as a boy: middle child, lots of energy, big emotional life. I was a clown and still am,” Majors tells me. But there were aspects of his life in a deeply conservative, and often racist, place that were unsettling. “There was always a fear that ran through us,” Majors says. “The first ghost I remember seeing was the Klan.” One summer when he was a child, he saw a burning cross in a field near the farm; later that summer, when his father arrived home late from work, he told him he had been afraid that “the hooded people got you.”