I was leaving a diner on the west side when I noticed this woman crouched alongside the cash register, clutching some sort of electronic reindeer toy.
“Why are you hiding?” I asked.
“I’ve been coming here for 27 years,” she said. “The manager doesn’t like my singing animals. So I like to haunt him!”
Here is a Georgia State Trooper in riot gear at a KKK protest in a north Georgia city back in the 80s. The Trooper is black. Standing in front of him and touching his shield is a curious little boy dressed in a Klan hood and robe. I have stared at this picture and wondered what must have been going through that Trooper’s mind. Before the Trooper is an innocent child who is being taught to hate him because of the color of his skin. The child doesn’t understand what he is being taught, and at this point he doesn’t seem to care. Like any other child his curiosity takes hold and he wants to explore this new thing that this man is holding probably because he can see his reflection in it and that’s a neat thing and he wants to check it out. In this picture I see innocence mixed with hate, the irony of a black man protecting the right of white people to assemble in protest against him, temperance in the face of ignorance, and hope that racism can be broken because this young boy may remember that a black man smiled at him once and he didn’t seem so bad after all.
always a striking photo.
Goes along with my last post.
This was an actual army item. My “Thanksgiving” co-writer Jeff Rendell’s father Ken Rendell has a WWII museum in Mass. and had one of these. It’s a one-shot glove-gun. I believe only about 200 of them were made. Jeff found it at his father’s museum and showed it to Quentin who loved it and wrote this scene into the script.