Hello,
This is the last newsletter before the break. I tried to get this one and “AN OPINION: WHAT TO DO ON SEGREGATION” published on June 10th but scheduling didn’t allow me to do so.
Reminder: I’m on BREAK FROM JUNE 10TH —AUGUST 5TH
Enjoy your summer. Relax and have fun.
This newsletter is the first of a series. I wrote this story in 1985 and came across it a few months ago. I plan to share the entire story beginning in August. In the meantime, here’s a snippet to wet your appetite. I hope you enjoy and comment. I’ll share the history behind it when I return. If you’re a FREE subscriber, consider UPDATING your subscription so you don’t miss any issues or the history about how this story came into existence.
Happy Summer!
Dr. MMM
The fig tree was never the same again. It had always been laden with the largest and sweetest figs on the north side of town. Even white folk came to Miss Williams’ house to buy figs.
‘Course they didn’t need to come much ‘cause Armenia Rebecca always took small, straw, baskets full over near the white folk’s hospital to sell.
She often made three or four trips back home to pick more ‘cause they sold fast. She became so well known for her courteous sales behavior that more familiar customers called her Menia.
Neighbors said she sold so many ‘cause she was “fected;” they say she had the “gift.”
“Why, everybody knew it was on account of Armenia Rebecca that the police never went to the Williams' house.” Her spiritual powers made White folks and Negroes buy her baskets of figs. These powers once caused a policeman to fall through the staircase and get stuck in Menia's house so that the emergency squad had to be called to pull him out.
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