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32 So uth er n B ells Willie De La Beckwith When our grandfathers strutted back from the slave quarters still unzipped and whiskey-eyed and on occasion forgetting it was a sweet southern belle they were now wringing when the mongrel evidence of their sins crowded the edge of the front porch or tiptoed around our kitchens with swollen bellies—thus began our great tradition of not knowing and not wanting to know of never ever asking about what happened out there in the dark but, if you really know a man you know what he loves and you know what ignites his lust whether that be the peal and chime of a black woman’s body or the silent one of her man. white men would say they were going out to the quarters to have their luck changed. —anonymous ...

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