Elijah knew his agent was right. The sanctimonious New York art scene would swarm to something as potentially agitating as racism like a pack of hungry hyenas. But while he believed in the message of that one piece, he didn’t want it to consume the others. After all, this trip had already exhibited a variety of colors beyond everything just being black and white. And the more color he allowed himself to see, the less distasteful Natchez seemed. Pg. 86
Post 8: SG
The whaling from the other end of the line was instantaneous and soon felt like it was coming from the pictures on the walls too. Tears formed in Miss Addie’s eyes again and she looked like she would climb through the receiver and embrace those howls if she could. Elijah’s instincts were instead to run far away and leave all this pain behind. Pg. 81
Post 7: SG
“…For so many years I tried my best to dress folks up so they looked peaceful as they passed into eternity. And what I’ve learned is that true peace resides within the departed soul that looks down upon all the sad faces wondering why they grieve over a manikin…” Pg.76
Gerred Lee 