"The intertwining stories of two Louisiana families--three generations of African-American men--and their struggles to make a place for themselves in a country deeply divided in the aftermath of the Civil War and beyond"--Provided by publisher.
Come closer. This is not a story to go down easy, and the backwash still got hold of us today.
Did we not march? Did we not march to the polls anyhow, one hundred black men here in Colfax, in 1868, cast our vote one after the other for the party of Lincoln, the Republican Party?
All you people trying to stay in the middle. There ain’t no middle. Ask the White League and the Democrats, turning everything into white against black.
Jackson Tademy has grown into manhood the way a child grows into hand-me-down clothes, at first straining to fill out the cloth, but by and by outstripping the limitations of the garment. His growth spurts were late, and when they came, each gave him hope that he had the potential to catch up to the height, if not the stature, of his older brother.