LORRAINE
(Singing) ‘Deep in my heart, I do believe, we shall overcome some day.’
The song seems somewhat incongruous with the act of setting a
table
but believe me, to a woman, nothing is incongruous. You and I sang
that song quite a bit, Jimmy.
We all used to sing then. As if the singing
might wipe the fear and bitterness off of people’s faces.But, there you are
Three centuries of hatred need a little more than a four minute
melody.
Most of the Negroes...the black people...in the little storefront were so choked
with sorrow, Jimmy, they couldn't get the words out. I was choked with irony.
How closely tied are sex and blackness in this country? A boy, no more than
15 years old, beaten mercilessly and killed--by grown white men--because he's
perceived to be a threat to white womanhood.
It is 1956, for Gawd sake! How can I…or you…or Richard write a word
and hope it to have a single shred of meaning? It’s as if our dark skin is a
symbol of rampaging desire roaring in their ears! Whatever words
Emmett
Till may or may not have said to that white girl--that store clerk in Money,
Mississippi--are irrelevant. Emmett Till had no vice at all. His skin did all the talking.
Lights down on Lorraine