It was not simply that Emma Jean Peace desperately wanted a daughter after giving her husband six sons. She wanted to shower on a daughter all the love, pampering, consideration and care she did not receive as the dark-skinned child of a woman who heaped unimaginable pain and suffering upon a child whose only sin was to be born black, literally.
Adolescent Emma Jean suffered indignities not dissimilar from those suffered by Celie in “The Color Purple,” only her Mister was her mother, a title cruelly unearned. So when grown Emma Jean cuts off all ties with her mother, marries a not so bad poor country laborer named Gus, who cries when the heavens do, and gives him six sons, she is sure that seven is the charm.
But alas, with the help of midwife Henrietta, Emma Jean gives birth to another son. Undaunted, she decides right then and there, to pass her new son off as her daughter, and uses blackmail to bind the midwife’s complicity.
Emma Jean names her faux daughter Perfect.
Set in the rural, cruel, but hauntingly evocative American south of the early 1940’s, this remarkable and totally credible tale of gender identity, dogged determination, family, sexuality, and unconditional love envelopes one into the complicated world of the Peace family
The six young Peace boys—James Earl, Woody, Bartmaeus, Sol, Mister and Authorly—are awed by their beautiful new sister, and are both respectful and protective of her. “I’ll be glad when she’s old enough to play with us,” Sol muses with wonder. “She ain’t gon’ play with us, fool!” the bright and knowledge-seeking Authorly says. “She’s a girl, and girls is real delicate. They not tough like boys, so they have to play with other girls.”
For eight years the lie lives flawlessly. The modesty of the times never allowed Gus and his six sons to ever see Perfect naked. Diapers were changed, and the child was bathed and dressed by mother Emma Jean only. Even Perfect, with no knowledge of anatomy, grows up completely unaware that the little appendage dangling between her/his legs is male genitalia.
And in every other sense and sensibility, Perfect lives up to her name. She is quite simply a beautiful child, and Emma Jean sacrifices much of the family resources to make sure she is dressed in the finest the family’s little money can buy, parading the child before church and community with a pride that borders on haughtiness.
It is when the truth is discovered that all hell breaks loose. And though Emma Jean is rightly blamed for the deceit, it is heartbreaking to witness the community condemnation heaped upon the innocent child, renamed Paul, who must now suddenly be a boy in the fish bowl of an unforgiving society. Even Paul’s father Gus, normally a decent guy, resorts to horrendous cruelties when trying to make his former daughter, now growing young son, be something he has no clue of being.
The great saving grace of this very moving story is the combined humanity of Paul’s six brothers. Each brother is so distinctively defined with delicate brush strokes of caring, emotion, heart and compassion that much of Paul’s survival and emotional growth is dependent upon them, who, in some ways, still protect their little brother with the same fierceness applied when he was their little sister.
The full story of Perfect Peace is so rich and complicated, that there is little space here to chronicle its remarkable trajectory. Suffice it to say that this is one helluva read, and one of epic proportion. Mr. Black’s story-telling skills and prose are nearly as good as Toni Morrison’s. I am one of his newest fans. And this great and powerful book will haunt me for many years to come.