Walking The Streets Of Charleston

The Fruit Tasted Foreign But Indigenous, Like Sunlight A Tree Had Changed Through Patience.

In Charleston, More Than Elsewhere, You Get The Feeling That The Twentieth Century Is A Vast, Unconscionable Mistake.

In Families, There Are No Crimes Beyond Forgiveness.

Evil Would Always Come To Me Disguised In Systems And Dignified By Law.

Every Woman I Had Ever Met Who Walked Through The World Appraised And Classified By An Extraordinary Physicality Had Also Received The Keys To An Unbearable Solitude. It Was The Coefficient Of Their Beauty, The Price They Had To Pay.