#377 Rope of Wind- Henry Dumas
The dust swirled like a rope of wind behind the white men’s
car. Just like a noose it usually meant death for this community. Johnny B. witnesses
the Reverend being taken by the car. He runs after it, tracking the red taillights
like evil eyes in the dark. He is the witness, the messenger.
“And the car appeared and reappeared like some phantom
teasing him, and soon his mind lost track of time and his body became fixed,
rigid, in step with some unltimate purpose that he had ordained for
himself—indeed, that had been foreordained for him. Johnny B. was to be the
messenger of the blood. The spirit surviving in each generation and appearing
in the young. He ran on…”
Rich, meaningful, and inspiring as always.
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