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menand to all black men。 If she had been beautiful； and if God had not given her a spirit so demure； shemight； with ironic gusto； have acted out that rape in the field for ever。 Since she could not beconsidered a woman； she could only be looked on as a harlot； a source of delight more bestial andmysteries more shaking than any a proper woman could provide。 Lust stirred in the eyes of menwhen they look at Deborah； lust that could not be endured because it was so impersonal； limitingmunion to the area of her shame。 And Florence； who was beautiful but did not look with favoron any of the black men who lusted after her； not wishing to exchange her mother’s cabin for oneof theirs and to raise their children and so go down； toil…blasted； into； as it were； a mon grave；reinforced in Deborah the terrible belief against which evidence had ever presented itself： that allmen were like this； their thoughts rose no higher； and they lived only to gratify on the bodies ofwomen their brutal and humiliating needs。
One Sunday at a camp…meeting； when Gabriel was twelve years old and was to be baptized；Deborah and Florence stood on the banks of a river along with all the other folks and watched him。
Gabriel had not wished to be baptized。 The thought had frightened and angered him； but hismother insisted that Gabriel was now of an age to be responsible before God for his sins—shewould not shirk the duty； laid on her by the Lord； of doing everything within he power to bringhim to the throne of grace。 On the banks of a river； under the violent light of noon； confessedbelievers and children of Gabriel’s age waited to be led into the water。 Standing out； waist…deepand robed in white； was the preacher； who would hold their heads briefly under the water； cryingout to Heaven as the baptized held his breath： ‘I indeed have baptized you with water： but He shallbaptize you with the Holy Ghost。’ Then； as they rose sputtering and blinded and were led to theshore； he cried out again： ‘Go thou and sin no more。’ They came up from the water； visibly underthe power of the Lord； and on the shore the saints awaited them； beating their tambourines。
Standing bear the shore were the elders of the church； holding towels with which to cover thenewly baptized； who were then led into the tents； one for either sex； where they could change theirclothes。
At last； Gabriel； dressed in an old white shirt and short linen pants； stood on the edge of thewater。 Then he was slowly led into the river； where he had so often splashed naked； until hereached the preacher。 And the moment that the preacher threw him down； crying out the words ofJohn the Baptist； Gabriel began to kick and sputter； nearly throwing the preacher off balance； andthough at first they thought that it was the power of the Lord that worked in him； they realized ashe rose； still kicking and with his eyes tightly shut； that it was only fury； and too much water in hisnose。 Some folks smiled； but Florence and Deborah did not smile。 Though Florence had also been indignant； years before when the slimy water entered her incautiously open mouth； she had doneher best not to sputter； and she had not cried out。 But now； here came Gabriel； floundering andfurious up the bank； and what she looked at； with an anger more violent than any she had feltbefore； was his nakedness。 He was drenched； and his thin； white clothes clung like another skin tohis black body。 Florence and Deborah looked at one another； while the singing rose to coverGabriel’s howling； and Deborah looked away。
Years later； Deborah and Florence had stood on Deborah’s porch at night and watched avomit…covered Gabriel stagger up the moonlight road； and Florence had cried out： ‘I hate him！ Ihate him！ Big； black； prancing tomcat of a nigger！’ And Deborah had said； in that heavy voice ofhers： ‘You know； honey； the Word tell us to hate the sin but not the sinner。’
In nieen hundred； when she was twenty…six； Florence walked out through the cabindoor。 She had thought to wait until her mother； who was so ill now that she no longer stirred out ofbed； should be buried—but suddenly she knew that she would wait no longer； the time had e。
She had been working as cook and serving…girl for a large white family in town； and it was on theday her master proposed that she bee his concubine that she knew her life among thesewretched people had e to its destined end。 She left her employment that same day （leavingbehind her a most vehement conjugal bitterness）； and with part of the money that with cunning；cruelty； and sacrifice she had saved over a period of years； bought a railroad ticket to New York。
When she bout it； in a kind of scarlet rage； she held like a talisman at the back of her mind thethought： ‘I can give it back； I can sell it。 This don’t mean I got to go。’ But she knew that nothingcould stop her。
And it was this leave…taking that came to stand； in Florence’s latter days； and with othermany witness； at her bedside。 Gray clouds obscured the sun that day； and outside the cabin windowshe saw that mist still covered the ground。 Her mother lay in bed； awake； she was pleading withGabriel； who had been out drinking the night before； and who was not really sober now； to mendhis ways and e to the Lord。 And Gabriel； full of the confusion； and pain； and guilt that were hiswhenever he thought of how he made his mother suffer； but that became nearly insupportablewhen she taxed him with it； stood before the mirror； head bowed； buttoning his shirt。 Florenceknew that he could not unlock his lips to speak； he could not say yes to his mother； and to theLord； and he could not say no。
‘Honey；’ their mother was saying； ‘don’t you let your old mother die without you look herin the eye and tell her she going to see you in glory。 You hear me； boy？’
In a moment； Florence thought with scorn； tears would fill his eyes； and he would promiseto ‘do better。’ He had been promising to ‘do better’ since the day he had been baptized。
She put down her bag in the center of the hateful room。
‘Ma；’ she said； ‘I’m going。 I’m a…going this morning。’
Now that she had said it； she was angry with herself for not having said it the night before；so that they would have had time to be finished with their weeping and their arguments。 She hadnot trusted herself to withstand the night before； but now there was almost no time t。 The center of her mind was filled with the image of the great； white clock at the railway station； on which thehands did not cease to move。
‘You going where？’ her mother asked sharply。 But she knew that her mother hadunderstood； had indeed long before this moment known that this time would e。 Theastonishment with which she stared at Florence’s bag was not altogether astonishment； but astartled； wary attention。 A danger imagined had bee present and real； and her mother wasalready searching for a way to break Florence’s will。 All this Florence knew in a moment； and itmade her stronger。 She watched her mother； waiting。
But at the tone of his mother’s voice Gabriel； who had scarcely heard Florence’sannouncement； so grateful had he been that something had occurred to distract from him hismother