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Saturday April 9, 1966
Saturday April 9, 1966
—Passover Haggadah.
When I was twelve years old, and in my first year of junior high
school, we moved from our predominantly African-American
neighborhood in Philadelphia to Barringer Street, which was
white but only a short distance away. The movers arrived in the
morning and transported our furniture and belongings to our
new house. And so, the departure of our exodus commenced. My
parents had been in the market for an affordable house in a white
neighborhood for the past year but had given up in exasperation
with each other. Marital discord appeared to put the kibosh on
the house hunt. Aunt Zelda, my mother’s older sister, stepped in.
She and my mother went in search of a property—without my
father—and finally came up with a location.
It was the day before Easter Sunday, and Aunt Zelda and Uncle F.
had arranged a spray of white lilies in a vase on a table in their
living room. Aunt Zelda explained that the flowers were a gift for
church services the following day. She and Uncle F. were devoted
church-goers. Aunt Zelda had severed the flowers' stamens and
placed the dismembered botanic genitals in an adjacent ash tray. I
found the image mildly creepy, though at age twelve I didn’t
appreciate the unintended symbolism: it was as if Uncle F.’s
genitals had been severed by Aunt Zelda’s imperious tyranny and
lay displayed on the table.