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Keepers of the Second Throat

By Patricia Smith

Illustrator: Melanie Cervantes

Let me introduce you to my mother, Annie Pearl Smith of Aliceville, Ala. In the 1950s, along with thousands of other apprehensive but determined Southerners, their eyes locked on the second incarnation of the North Star, she packed up her whole life and headed for the city, with its tenements, its promise, its rows of factories like open mouths feeding on hope.

One day not too long ago, I called my mother, but she was too busy to talk to me. She seemed in a great hurry. When I asked her where she was going, she said, “I’m on my way to my English lesson.”

My Mother Learns English

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Jittery emigrant at 64, my mother is learning English.

Pulling rubbery cinnamon-tinged hose to a roll beneath

her knees, sporting one swirling Baptist ski slope of a hat,

she rides the rattling elevated to a Windy City spire

and pulls back her gulp as the elevator hurtles heaven.

Then she’s stiffly seated at a scarred oak table

across from a white, government-sanctioned savior

who has dedicated eight hours a week to straightening

afflicted black tongues. She guides my mother

patiently through lazy ings and ers, slowly scraping

her throat clean of the moist and raging infection

of Aliceville, Alabama. There are muttered apologies for

colored sounds. There is much beginning again.

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