John Edgar Wideman

American Histories


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       Fanon: A Novel

       Briefs: Stories

       God’s Gym: Stories

       The Island: Martinique

       Hoop Roots: Basketball, Race, and Love

       Two Cities: A Novel

       The Cattle Killing: A Novel

       Fatheralong: A Meditation on Fathers and Sons, Race and Society

       All Stories Are True

       The Stories of John Edgar Wideman

       Philadelphia Fire: A Novel

       Fever: Stories

       Reuben: A Novel

       Brothers and Keepers: A Memoir

       Sent for You Yesterday: A Novel

       Damballah: Stories

       Hiding Place: A Novel

       The Lynchers: A Novel

       Hurry Home: A Novel

       A Glance Away: A Novel

       Writing To Save A Life

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      First published in Great Britain in 2018 by Canongate Books Ltd, 14 High Street, Edinburgh EH1 1TE

       canongate.co.uk

      This digital edition first published in 2018 by Canongate Books

      Copyright © John Edgar Wideman, 2018

      Versions of “Williamsburg Bridge” and “JB & FD” previously appeared in Harper’s Magazine

      First published in the USA by Scribner, an imprint of Simon & Schuster, Inc., 2018

      The moral right of the author has been asserted

       British Library Cataloguing-in-Publication Data

      A catalogue record for this book is available on request from the British Library

      ISBN 978 1 78689 208 9

      eISBN 978 1 78689 207 2

      Typeset by Palimpsest Book Production Ltd, Falkirk, Stirlingshire

      To C—

      Luv, J

      I do not know why this double-entry account of time intrigues me, and why I am compelled to call attention to it—to both its personal and objective forms, the time in which the narrator moves and that in which his narrative takes place. It is a peculiar intertwining of time’s courses, which are ordained moreover to be bound up with yet a third—that is, with the time the reader will one day take for a receptive reading of what is told here, so that he will be dealing with a threefold ordering of time: his own, that of the chronicler, and that of history.

      —Thomas Mann, Doctor Faustus

      CONTENTS

       A Prefatory Note

       JB & FD

       Dark Matter

       Shape the World Is In

       My Dead

       Music

       Bonds

       New Start

       Maps and Ledgers

       Writing Teacher

       Williamsburg Bridge

       Examination

       Wail

       Lines

       Nat Turner Confesses

       Empire

       Yellow Sea

       Bunny and Glide

       Snow

       Ghost Dancer

       Collage

       Expectations

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      A PREFATORY NOTE

       Dear Mr. President,

       I send this note along with some stories I’ve written, and hope you will find time in your demanding schedule to read both note and stories. The stories should speak for themselves. The note is a plea, Mr. President. Please eradicate slavery.

       I am quite aware, sir, that history says the Thirteenth Amendment to the Constitution abolished slavery in the United States of America in 1865, and that ensuing amendments extended to former slaves the precious rights and protections our nation guarantees to all its citizens regardless of color. But you should understand better than most of us, Mr. President, that history tells as many lies as truths.

      The Thirteenth Amendment announced the beginning of the end of slavery as a legal condition in America. Slavery as a social condition did not disappear. After serving our nation for centuries as grounds to rationalize enslavement, African ancestry and colored skin remain acceptable reasons for the majority of noncolored Americans to support state-sponsored, state-enforced segregation, violence, and exploitation. Skin color continues to separate some of us into a category as unforgiving as the label property stamped on a person. Dividing human beings into immutable groups identifiable by skin color rein-carnates scientifically discredited myths of race. Keeps alive the unfortunate presumption, held by many of my fellow citizens, that they belong to a race granted a divine