To Ma Jack...

The blacker the berry The sweeter the juice⁠ ⁠… Negro folk saying My color shrouds me in.⁠ ⁠… Countee Cullen...

More acutely than ever before Emma Lou began to feel that her luscious black complexion was somewhat of a liability, and that her marked color variation from the other people in her environment was a ...

Emma Lou turned her face away from the wall, and quizzically squinted her dark, pea-like eyes at the recently closed door. Then, sitting upright, she strained her ears, trying to hear the familiar squ...

It was nine o’clock. The alarm rang. Alva’s roommate awoke cursing. “Why the hell don’t you turn off that alarm?” There was no response. The alarm continued to ring. “Alva!” Braxton yelled into his sl...

Saturday evening. Alva had urged her to hurry uptown from work. He was going to take her on a party with some friends of his. This was the first time he had ever asked her to go to any sort of social ...

It was two years later. Cabaret Gal, which had been on the road for one year, had returned to New York and the company had been disbanded. Arline was preparing to go to Europe and had decided not to t...