First some wonderful, inspiring, and disturbing pictures:
And VERY disturbing postcards:
Europe & middle east 1st
Lynching victims were photographed and collected: a swatch of hair, a knuckle, a sliver of heart, saved as keepsakes. Their images were also reproduced on postcards. "This is the barbecue we had last night. My picture is to the left, with a cross over it. Your son, Joe," reads the inscription on a postcard of the lynching of Jesse Washington, picture above right
Lynching Postcard (Laura Nelson and Son, 1915)
We're cleaning up the place, just a round table of good ole boys with a trunk of white chain mail, scouring out the dirt, the darkness.
I picked this up for you. Found it under some books, thought you'd be proud to see it. A whole slew of locals came out
to watch these monkeys hang, like we'd raised a people from the dead.
She makes a pretty baby doll, dangling from the bridge beside her boy, like two marionettes tacked onto a puppeteer's wall at night, when the show is dead over, and everything goes black.
With love, Rich