The Dough of Mamma Ruth
The heat in Jackson, Mississippi, in August of 1954 was the kind of heat that made the air shimmer above the asphalt and turned the streets into rivers of molasses. Mamma Ruth sat on her porch, fanning herself with a newspaper from June, and watched her three sons argue in the yard below. Ezekiel, the eldest, stood with his hands on his hips, his face red not just from the heat but from the...
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