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J.W. and Roy didn’t just snatch the childhood away from Emmett; they stole it from every single black child in Mississippi.
Bernice L. McFadden -
Joe lulls the man into the afterlife, places his head gently on the ground, closes the lids over his empty eyes, retrieves his gun and continues to fight for a freedom he would never be fully entitled to.
Bernice L. McFadden
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She'd seen people stand on the shoulders of hate and pluck money and power from the very top shelves of the universe.
Bernice L. McFadden -
Women were always ready to give themselves over for love, when all the men really had to offer them was the word and not the meaning behind it.
Bernice L. McFadden -
She would watch with glee as Rain was relegated to standing in her shoes; Easter hoped to God they pinched.
Bernice L. McFadden -
But grief let loose from a woman who lost a child—that was the worst type of grief of all.
Bernice L. McFadden -
Writing kept her sane. Kept her form spinning out of control. Kept her tongue still whenever some white person spoke down to her. She had to write, it was the only thing that was completely hers, that she could look forward to at the end of her long day.
Bernice L. McFadden -
Baby, everybody got their own reasons for doing things they do in life. It don’t matter what her reason was at the time, what matters is she come back for you, and even though you might think it’s too late, it ain’t never too late where a mother and her child is concerned.
Bernice L. McFadden
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Listen, if you choose to believe nothing else that transpires here, believe this: your body does not have a soul; your soul has a body, and souls never, ever die.
Bernice L. McFadden -
She giggles at the thought and realizes quite suddenly that Donovan is religion to her.
Bernice L. McFadden -
What kinda women you is? You gonna let a man lay up on another woman in your own house and not do nothing about it?
Bernice L. McFadden