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le；how；　in　the　South；　where　his　parents　came　from；　white　people　cheated　them　of　their　wages；　andburned　them；　and　shot　them—and　did　worse　things；　said　his　father；　which　the　tongue　could　notendure　to　utter。　He　had　read　about　colored　men　being　burned　in　the　electric　chair　for　things　theyhad　not　done；　how　in　riots　they　were　beaten　with　clubs；　how　they　were　tortured　in　prisons；　howthey　were　the　last　to　be　hired　and　the　first　to　be　fired。　Niggers　did　not　live　on　these　streets　whereJohn　now　walked；　it　was　forbidden；　and　yet　he　walked　here；　and　no　one　raised　a　hand　against　him。
　　But　did　he　dare　to　enter　this　shop　out　of　which　a　woman　now　casually　walked；　carrying　a　greatround　box？　Or　this　apartment　before　which　a　white　man　stood；　dressed　in　a　brilliant　uniform？　John　knew　he　did　not　dare；　not　to…day；　and　he　heard　his　father’s　laugh：　‘No；　nor　to…morrow　neither！’　Forhim　there　was　the　back　door；　and　the　dark　stairs；　and　the　kitchen　or　the　basement。　This　world　wasnot　for　him。　If　he　refused　to　believe；　and　wanted　to　break　his　neck　trying；　then　he　could　try　untilthe　sun　refused　to　shine；　they　would　never　let　him　enter。　In　John’s　mind　then；　the　people　and　theavenue　underwent　a　change；　and　he　feared　them　and　knew　that　one　day　he　could　hate　them　if　Goddid　not　change　his　heart。
　　He　left　Fifth　Avenue　and　walked　west　toward　the　movie　houses。　Here　on　42nd　Street　it　wasless　elegant　but　not　less　strange。　He　loved　this　street；　not　for　the　people　or　the　shops　but　for　thestone　lions　that　guarded　the　great　main　building　of　the　Public　Library；　a　building　filled　with　bookand　unimaginably　vast；　and　which　he　had　never　yet　dared　to　enter。　He　might；　he　knew；　for　he　was　amember　of　the　branch　in　Harlem　and　was　entitled　to　take　books　from　any　library　in　the　city。　But　hehad　never　gone　in　because　the　building　was　so　big　that　it　must　be　full　of　corridors　and　marblesteps；　in　the　maze　of　which　he　would　be　lost　and　never　find　the　book　he　wanted。　And　theneveryone；　all　the　white　people　inside；　would　know　that　he　was　not　used　to　great　buildings；　or　tomany　books；　and　they　would　look　at　him　wit　pity。　He　would　enter　on　another　day；　when　he　hadread　all　the　books　uptown；　an　achievement　that　would；　he　felt；　lend　him　the　poise　to　enter　anybuilding　in　the　world。　People；　mostly　men；　leaned　over　the　stone　parapets　of　the　raised　park　thatsurrounded　the　library；　or　walked　up　and　own　and　bent　to　drink　water　from　the　public　drinking…fountains。　Silver　pigeons　lighted　briefly　on　the　heads　of　the　lions　or　the　rims　of　fountains；　andstrutted　along　the　walks。　John　loitered　in　front　of　Woolworth’s；　staring　at　the　candy　display；　tryingto　decide　what　candy　to　buy—and　buying　one；　for　the　store　was　crowded　and　he　was　certain　thatthe　salesgirl　would　never　notice　him—and　before　a　vendor　of　artificial　flowers；　and　crossed　SixthAvenue　where　the　Automat　was；　and　the　parked　taxis；　and　the　shops；　which　he　would　not　look　atto…day；　that　displayed　in　their　windows　dirty　postcards　and　practical　jokes。　Beyond　Sixth　Avenuethe　movie　houses　began；　and　now　he　studied　the　stills　carefully；　trying　to　decide　which　of　all　thesetheaters　he　should　enter。　He　stopped　at　last　before　a　gigantic；　colored　poster　that　represented　awicked　woman；　half　undressed；　leaning　in　a　doorway；　apparently　quarreling　with　a　blond　man　whostared　wretchedly　into　the　street。　The　legend　above　their　heads　was：　‘There’s　a　fool　like　him　inevery　family—and　a　woman　next　door　to　take　him　over！’　He　decided　to　see　this；　for　he　feltidentified　with　the　blond　young　man；　the　fool　of　his　family；　and　he　wished　to　know　more　about　hisso　blatantly　unkind　fate。
　　And　so　he　stared　at　the　price　above　the　ticket…seller’s　window　and；　showing　her　his　coins；received　the　piece　of　paper　that　was　charged　with　the　power　to　open　doors。　having　once　decided　toenter；　he　did　not　look　back　at　the　street　again　for　fear　that　one　of　the　saints　might　be　passing　and；seeing　him；　might　cry　out　his　name　and　lay　hands　on　him　to　drag　him　back。　He　walked　veryquickly　across　the　carpeted　lobby；　looking　at　nothing；　and　pausing　only　to　see　his　ticket　torn；　halfof　it　thrown　into　a　silver　box　and　half　returned　to　him。　And　then　the　usherette　opened　the　doors　ofthis　dark　palace　and　with　a　flashlight　held　behind　her　took　him　to　his　seat。　Not　even　then；　havingpushed　past　a　wilderness　of　knees　and　feet　to　reach　his　designated　seat；　did　he　dare　to　breathe；　nor；out　of　a　last；　sick　hope　for　forgiveness；　did　he　look　at　the　screen。　He　stared　at　the　darkness　aroundhim；　and　at　the　profiles　that　gradually　emerged　from　this　gloom；　was　so　like　the　gloom　of　Hell。　Hewaited　for　this　darkness　to　be　shattered　by　the　light　of　the　second　ing；　for　the　ceiling　to　crackupward；　revealing；　for　every　eye　to　see；　the　chariots　of　fire　on　which　descended　a　wrathful　God　and　all　the　host　of　Heaven。　He　sank　far　down
Part　2　The　Prayer　Of　The　Saints
THE　PRAYER　OF　THE　SAINTSAnd　they　cried　with　a　loud　voice；saying；　How　long；　O　Lord；　holy　and　true；dost　thou　not　judge　and　avengeour　blood　on　them　that　dwell　on　the　earth1　FLORENCE’S　PRAYERLight　and　life　to　all　He　brings；Risen　with　healing　in　His　wings！
　　Florence　raised　her　voice　in　the　only　song　she　could　remember　that　her　mother　used　to　sing：
　　‘It’s　me；　it’s　me；　it’s　me；　oh；　Lord；　Standing　in　the　need　of　prayer。’
　　Gabriel　turned　to　stare　at　her；　in　astonished　triumph　that　his　sister　should　at　last　behumbled。　She　did　not　look　at　him。　Her　thoughts　were　all　on　God。　After　a　moment；　the　congregationand　the　piano　joined　her：
　　‘Not　my　father；　not　my　motherBut　it’s　me；　oh；　Lord。’
　　She　knew　that　Gabriel　rejoiced；　not　that　her　humility　might　lead　her　to　grace；　but　only　thatsome　private　anguish　had　brought　her　low：　her　songs　revealed　that　she　was　suffering；　and　this　herbrother　was　glad　to　see。　This　had　always　been　his　spirit。　Nothing　had　ever　changed　it；　nothing　everwould。　For　a　moment　her　pride　stood　up；　the　resolution　that　had　brought　her　to　this　place　to…nightfaltered；　and　she　felt　that　if　Gabriel　was　the　Lord’s　anointed；　she　would　rather　die　and　endure　Hellfor　all　eternity　than　bow　before　His　altar。　But　she　strangled　her　pride；　rising　to　stand　with　them　inthe　holy　space　before　the　altar；　and　still　singing：
　　‘Standing　in　the　need　of　prayer。’
　　Kneeling　as　she　had　not　knelt　for　many　years；　and　in　this　pany　before　the　altar；　shegained　again　from　the　song　the　meaning　it　had　held　for　her　mother；　and　gained　a　new　meaning　forherself。　As　a　child；　the　song　had　made　her　see　a　woman；　dressed　in　black；　standing　in　infinite　mistsalone；　waiting　for　the　form　of　the　Son　of　God　to　lead　her　through　the　white　fire。　This　woman　nowreturned　to　her；　more　desolate；　it　was　herself；　not　knowing　where　to　put　her　foot；　she　waitedtrembling；　for　the　mists　to　be　parted　that　she　might　walk　in　peace。　That　long　road；　her　life；　whichshe　had　followed　for　sixty　groaning　years；　had　led　her　at　last　to　her　mother’s　starting…place；　thealtar　of　the　Lord。　For　her　feet　stood　on　the　edge　of　that　river　which　her　mother；　rejoicing；　hadcrossed　over。　And　would　the　Lord　now　reach　out　His　hand　to　Florence　and　heal　and　save？　But；going　down　before　the　scarlet　cloth　at　the　foot　of　the　golden　cross；　it　came　to　her　that　she　hadforgotten　how　to　pray。
　　Her　mother　has　taught　her　that　the　way　to　pray　was　to　forget　everything　and　everyone　butJesus；　to　pour　out　of　the　heart；　like　water　from　a　bucket；　all　evil　thoughts；　all　thoughts　of　self；　allmalice　for　one’s　enemies；　to　e　boldly；　and　yet　more　humbly　than　the　little　child；　before　theGiver　of　all　good　things。　Yet；　in　Florence’s　heart　to…night　hatred　and　bitterness　weighed　likegranite；　pride　refused　to　abdicate　from　the　throne　it　had　held　so　long。　Neither　love　nor　humility　hadled　her　to　the　altar；　but　only　fear。　And　God　did　not　hear　the　prayers　of　the　fearful；　for　the　hearts　ofthe　fearful　held　no　belief。　Such　prayers　could　rise　no　higher　that　the　lips　that　uttered　them。
　　Around　her　she　heard　the　saints’　voices；　a　steady；　charged　murmur；　with　now　and　again　thename　of　Jesus　rising　above；　sometimes　like　the　swift　rising　of　a　bird　into　the　air　of　a　sunny　day；　sometimes　like　the　slow　rising　of　the　mist　from　swamp　ground。　Was　this　the　way　to　pray？　In　thechurch　that　she　had　joined　when　she　first　came　North　one　knelt　before　the　altar　once　only；　in　thebeginning；　to　ask　for　forgiveness　of　sins；　and　this　acplished；　one　was　baptized　and　became　aChristian；　to　kneel　no　more　thereafter。　Even　if　the　Lord　should　lay　some　great　burden　on　one’sback—as　He　has　done；　but　never　so　heavy　a　burden　as　this　she　carried　now—one　prayed　in　silence。
　　It　was　indecent；　the　practice　of　mon　niggers　to　cry　aloud　at　the　foot　of　the　altar；　tears　streamingfor　all　the　world　to　see。　She　had　never　done　it；　not　even　as　a　girl　down　home　in　the　church　they　hadgone　to　in　those　days。　Now　perhaps　it　was　too　late；　and　the　Lord　would　suffer　her　to　die　in　thedarkness　in　which　she　had　lived　so　long。
　　In　the　olden　days　God　had　healed　His　children。　He　had　caused　the　blind　to　see；　the　lame　towalk；　and　He　had　raised　dead　men　from　the　grave。　But　Florence　remembered　one　phrase；　whichnow　she　muttered　against　the　knuckles　that　bruised　her　lips：　‘Lord；　help　my　unbelief。’
　　For　the　message　had　e　to　Florence　that　had　e　to　Hezekiah：　Set　thine　house　in　order；for　thou　shalt　die　and　not　live。　Many　nights　ago；　as　she　turned　on　her　bed；　this　message　came　toher。　For　many　days　and　nights　the　message　was　repeated；　there　had　been　time；　then；　to　turn　to　God。
　　But　she　had　thought　to　evade　him；　seeking　among　the　women　she　knew　for　remedies；　and　then；because　the　pain　increased；　she　had　sought　doctors；　and　when　the　doctors　did　no　good　she　hadclimbed　stairs　all　over　town　to　rooms　where　incense　burned　and　where　men　or　women　in　trafficwith　the　devil　gave　her　white　powders；　or　herbs　to　make　tea；　and　cast　spells　upon　her　to　take　thesickness　away。　The　burning　in　her　bowels　did　not　cease—that　burning　which；　eating　inward；　tookthe　flesh　visibly　from　her　bones　and　caused　her　to　vomit　up　her　food。　Then　one　night　she　founddeath　standing　in　the　room。　Blacker　than　night；　and　gigantic；　he　filled　one　corner　of　her　narrowroom；　watching　her　with　eyes　like　the　eyes　of　a　serpent　when　his　head　is　lifted　to　strike。　Then　shescreamed　and　called　on　God；　turning　on　the　light。　And　death　departed；　but　she　knew　he　would　beback。　Every　night　would　bring　him　a　little　closer　to　her　bed。
　　And　after　death’s　first　silent　vigil　her　life　came　to　her　bedside　to　curse　her　with　manyvoices。　Her　mother；　in　rotting　rags　filling　the　room　with　the　stink　of　the　grave；　stood　over　her　tocurse　the　daughter　who　had　denied　her　on　her　deathbed。　Gabriel　came；　from　all　his　times　and　ages；to　curse　the　sister　who　had　held　him　to　scorn　and　mocked　his　ministry。　Deborah；　black；　her　body　asshapeless　and　hard　as　iron；　looked　on　with　veiled；　triumphant　eyes；　cursing　the　Florence　who　hadmocked　her　in　her　pain　and　barrenness。　Frank　came；　even　he；　with　that　same　smile；　the　same　tilt　ofhis　head。　Of　them　all　she　would　have　begged　forgiveness；　had　they　e　with　ears　to　hear。　Butthey　came　like　many　trumpets；　even　if　they　had　e　to　hear　and　not　to　testify　it　was　not　they　whocould　forgive　her；　but　only　God。
　　The　piano　had　stopped。　All　around　her　now　were　only　the　voices　of　the　saints。
　　‘Dear　Father’—it　was　her　mother　praying—‘we　e　before　You　on　our　knees　this　evening　to　askYou　to　watch　over　us　and　hold　back　the　hand　of　the　destroying　angel。　Lord；　sprinkle　the　doorpostof　this　house　with　the　blood　of　the　Lamb　to　keep　all　the　wicked　men　away；　Lord；　we　praying　forevery　mother’s　son　and　daughter　everywhere　in　the　world　but　we　want　You　to　take　special　care　of　this　girl　here　to…night；　Lord；　and　don’t　let　no　evil　e　nigh　her。　We　know　you’s　able　to　do　it；Lord；　in　Jesus’　name；　Amen。’
　　This　was　the　first　prayer　Florence　heard；　the　only　prayer　she　was　ever　to　hear　in　which　hermother　demanded　the　protection　of　God　more　passionately　for　her　daughter　than　she　demanded　itfor　her　son。　It　was　night；　the　windows　were　shut　tightly　with　the　shades　drawn；　and　the　great　tablewas　pushed　against　the　door。　The　kerosene　lamps　burned　low　and　made　great　shadows　on　thenewspaper…covered　wall。　Her　mother；　dressed　in　the　long；　shapeless；　colorless　dress　that　she　boreevery　day　but　Sunday；　when　she　wore　white；　and　with　her　head　tied　up　in　a　scarlet　cloth；　knelt　inthe　center　of　the　room；　her　hands　hanging　loosely　folded　before　her；　her　black　face　lifted；　her　eyesshut。　The　weak；　unsteady　light　placed　shadows　under　her　mouth　and　in　the　sockets　of　her　eyes；making　the　face　impersonal　with　majesty；　like　the　face　of　a　prophetess；　or　like　a　mask。　Silencefilled　the　room　after　her　‘Amen；’　and　in　the　silence　they　heard；　far　up　the　road；　the　sound　of　ahorse’s　hoofs。　No　one　moved。　Gabriel；　from　his　corner　near　the　stove；　looked　up　and　watched　hismother。
　　‘I　ain’t　afraid；’　said　Gabriel。
　　His　mother　turned；　one　hand　raised。　‘You　hush；　now！’
　　Trouble　had　taken　place　in　town　to…day。　Their　neighbor　Deborah；　who　was　sixteen；　threeyears　older　than　Florence；　had　been　taken　away　into　the　fields　the　night　before　by　many　white　men；where　they　did　things　to　her　to　make　her　cry　and　bleed。　To…day；　Deborah’s　father　had　gone　to　oneof　the　white　men’s　house；　and　said　that　he　would　kill　him　and　all　the　other　white　men　he　couldfind。　They　had　beaten　him　and　left　him　for　dead。　Now；　everyone　had　shut　their　doors；　praying　andwaiting；　for　it　was　said　that　the　white　folks　would　e　to…night　and　set　fire　to　all　the　houses；　asthey　had　done　before。
　　In　the　night　that　pressed　outside　they　heard　only　the　horse’s　hoofs；　which　did　not　stop；　therewas　not　the　laughter　they　would　have　heard　had　there　been　many　ing　on　this　road；　and　nocalling　out　of　curses；　and　no　one　crying　for　mercy　to　white　men；　or　to　God。　The　hoofbeats　came　tothe　door　and　passed；　and　rang；　while　they　listened；　ever　more　faintly　away。　Then　Florence　realizedhow　frightened　she　had　been。　She　watched　her　mother　rise　and　walk　to　the　window。　She　peered　outthrough　a　corner　of　the　blanket　that　covered　it。
　　‘They’s　gone；’　she　said；　‘whoever　they　was。’　Then：　‘Blessed　be　the　name　of　the　Lord；’　shesaid。
　　Thus　had　her　mother　lived　and　died；　and　she　had　often　been　brought　lo；　but　she　had　neverbeen　forsaken。　She　had　always　seemed　to　Florence　the　oldest　woman　in　the　world；　for　she　oftenspoke　of　Florence　and　Gabriel　as　the　children　of　her　old　age；　and　she　had　been　born；　innumerableyears　ago；　during　slavery；　on　a　plantation　in　another　state。　On　this　plantation　she　had　grown　up　asone　of　the　field…workers；　for　she　was　very　tall　and　strong；　and　by　and　by　she　had　married　andraised　children；　all　of　whom　had　been　taken　from　her；　one　by　sickness　and　two　by　auction；　andone；　whom　she　had　not　been　allowed　to　call　her　own；　had　been　raised　in　the　master’s　house。　Whenshe　was　a　woman　grown；　well　past　thirty　as　she　reckoned　it；　with　one　husband　buried—but　themaster　had　given　her　another—armies；　plundering　and　burning；　had　e　from　the　North　to　set　them　free。　This　was　in　answer　to　the　prayers　of　the　faithful；　who　had　never　ceased；　both　day　andnight；　to　cry　out　for　deliverance。
　　For　it　had　been　the　will　of　God　that　they　should　hear；　and　pass　thereafter；　one　to　another；the　story　of　the　Hebrew　children　who　had　been　held　in　bondage　in　the　land　of　Egypt；　and　how　theLord　had　heard　their　groaning；　and　how　His　heart　was　moved；　and　how　He　bid　them　wait　but　alittle　season　till　H