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Right there in the front yard?

Right there in the front yard? Right there in the front yard? by James Jabar In an interview with NPR , Brenda Graham recounts her experience after her brother was accused in the 1958 “Kissing Case” in Monroe, North Carolina. Yes; right there in the front yard where daddy longlegs skipped across blades of grass, dripping in white mob sweat from the night before; right there in the front yard where Christ’s wooden frame was lit in the devil’s glory by no god-fearing Christians; right there where lightning- bugs dodged burning embers & cicadas harmonized with the bass of the flames; right there in the front yard my mother dug a grave for the dog where his bullet-torn body was mangled; in the front yard I found them every morning; my mother & neighbors sweeping bullets that died hunting my brother, off our front porch; right there I watched my brother disappear, I watched him never come back, his name erased by something blacker; right there is where it all happened, in that yard, where lips were laid to rest on chestnut colored-cheeks in an innocent game of kissing. 120 • southerncultures.org // MASON–DIXON LINES Winter 2021 // The Sonic South • 121 Illustration by http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Southern Cultures University of North Carolina Press

Right there in the front yard?

Southern Cultures , Volume 27 (4) – Mar 17, 2022

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University of North Carolina Press
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Abstract

Right there in the front yard? by James Jabar In an interview with NPR , Brenda Graham recounts her experience after her brother was accused in the 1958 “Kissing Case” in Monroe, North Carolina. Yes; right there in the front yard where daddy longlegs skipped across blades of grass, dripping in white mob sweat from the night before; right there in the front yard where Christ’s wooden frame was lit in the devil’s glory by no god-fearing Christians; right there where lightning- bugs dodged burning embers & cicadas harmonized with the bass of the flames; right there in the front yard my mother dug a grave for the dog where his bullet-torn body was mangled; in the front yard I found them every morning; my mother & neighbors sweeping bullets that died hunting my brother, off our front porch; right there I watched my brother disappear, I watched him never come back, his name erased by something blacker; right there is where it all happened, in that yard, where lips were laid to rest on chestnut colored-cheeks in an innocent game of kissing. 120 • southerncultures.org // MASON–DIXON LINES Winter 2021 // The Sonic South • 121 Illustration by

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Southern CulturesUniversity of North Carolina Press

Published: Mar 17, 2022

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