Tag: racism

The Brute at the Butcher Shop

Savage. An appropriate name for a butcher. The door ajar, the stench of raw meat penetrated my nose, but the familiar voice inside stopped me from running past. “Hold on, Sadie.” “What?” Sadie bent down, retying her bootlaces. I peeked inside the butcher shop….

Cleaning a bigot’s plow

“Now what are you talking about? I know what’s right and wrong. And you hanging out with a colored is not right. What would your parents th …” Kent’s words hang in the air, his sentence unfinished. He knows what my parents do. He…

1963 – No law against domestic violence

I open the door for Deputy Garvey. But it’s not him. He’s pudgy around the waist and not much taller than me. His eyes squint into a fine line that matches his lips. I motion him inside but don’t ask him to sit. “Problem?”…

Contending with Fear

I sit next to Gladys and, without choice, allow my head to throb. My eyes are filled with invisible grains of sand. My body is limp from exhaustion. Mrs. Roberts must feel the same way, only worse. She also has to contend with two…

Bare Bones of Justice

      I feel woozy. Isaac’s baby sister had died too young and his brother had been murdered. “No need being mad at Uncle Elias,” Isaac says. “He’s seen more things than most of us. He knows the rules, the law of the…

Sitting in the back of the bus

I’m sitting with Isaac in the back of the bus as we pass Pease Park, one of my favorites. Daddy said Governor Elisha Pease owned the land for a slave plantation. But Pease believed in the Union’s cause so I must imagine that he…

Driving home from the hospital

We’ve only been waiting a few minutes when Tanner pulls the green and white Pontiac up to the front of the hospital. He hops out of the car, his teeth glistening in the dim light of dusk. Soon, I’ll be the one who makes…

Is this racist?

Upon reading the daily prompt, Zip, the first thing that came to mind was the song, “Zip-a-dee-doo-dah … what a wonderful day.” It’s from Walt Disney’s movie, Song of the South. Released in 1946, this live-action animated musical takes place shortly after the end of the…

Haters

I can’t see anything out of the ordinary, only Olvie’s backyard. But I hear it. Words my mother has heard slammed in her direction. “<N…> lover!” the boys chant. Five of them emerge from the backyard bushes and run towards the front yard. I…

The unenlightened neighbor

Olvie pours herself another cup of Folgers while I start the pancake mix. “I think that was the door, Olvie.” “Come in, Wise-Guy,” Olvie yells. “Well, that was pleasant,” Tanner says, wearing a clean pair of “underground” railroad pants. I pour circles of batter…