Jones 1975
Part I
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“My great-grandmama told my grandmama the part she lived through that my grandmama didn’t live through and my grandmama told my mama what they both lived through and my mama told me what they all lived through and we were suppose to pass it down like that from generation to generation so we’d never forget. Even though they’d burned everything to play like it didn’t never happen. Yeah, and where’s the next generation?”
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“What my mama always told me is Ursa, you got to make generations. Something I’ve always grown up with.”
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“My grandmother was white,” he said. “She was a orphan and they had her working out in the fields along with the blacks and treated her like she was one. She was a little girl about nine, ten, ’leven. My granddaddy took her in and raised her and then when she got old enough he married her. She called him Papa. And when they were married, she still called him Papa.”
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“When I’m telling you something don’t you ever ask if I’m lying. Because they didn’t want to leave no evidence of what they done—so it couldn’t be held against them. And I’m leaving evidence. And you got to leave evidence too. And your children got to leave evidence. And when it come time to hold up the evidence, we got to have evidence to hold up. That’s why they burned all the papers, so there wouldn’t be no evidence to hold up against them.”
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Then let me give witness the only way I can. I’ll make a fetus out of grounds of coffee to rub inside my eyes. When it’s time to give witness, I’ll make a fetus out of grounds of coffee. I’ll stain their hands.
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What do blues do for you? It helps me to explain what I can’t explain.
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How many generations had to bow to his genital fantasies? They were fishermen and planters. And you with the coffee-bean face, what were you? You were sacrificed. They knew you only by the signs of your sex. They touched you as if you were magic.
Part II
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I am Ursa Corregidora. I have tears for eyes. I was made to
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touch my past at an early age. I found it on my mother’s tiddies. In her milk. Let no one pollute my music. I will dig out their temples. I will pluck out their eyes.
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“Nothing. Anyway, they ain’t nothing you can do when they tear the pages out of the book and they ain’t no record of it. They probably burned the pages.”
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“You mixed up every which way, ain’t you?” “What do you mean?” “You seem like you got a little bit of everything in you,” he said. “I didn’t put it there,” I said.