What the Dead Want

“The photographs and journals and letters kept in this archive hold my family accountable for an atrocity,” she said, “and I’m seeing to it that we pay. And to make sure the town can’t forget. But others in my family were also the victims of atrocity,” she said, gesturing to Hope and Hawk. “The three of us were related to Fidelia Moore and Valerie Green, whose lives were cut short because of hatred. They were murdered in the Calvary Church Fire along with their daughters and friends.”


“But the photographs of the victims in this museum celebrate their lives, not their deaths,” Hawk said. “There are dozens of pictures of people happy and getting along. Like Celia Axton and Rebecca Green, who were our ancestors. They were best friends, little girls when they died. Living in a world where people hated women and African Americans. There are pictures of them, and pictures of the first integrated congregation, having picnics, swimming in the creek.”

“The only ugly pictures or documents you will see,” Gretchen said, “are those from the White Christian Patriots, the Klan, and from Axton Cotton. You can see the faces of the men who decided to do these things, and who carried them out. We’ve identified nearly all of them and listed their names.”

A man wearing a blue blazer elbowed his way to the front of the crowd.

“What do you think your mothers would have said if they were here today?” he asked.

Gretchen and Hope exchanged a look.

“They’d say the world belongs to the living,” Hope said. “Let’s try to do a better job this time around.”

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