Sue’s Reviews > The Antidote > Status Update

Oklahoma. By 1876, all of our Pawnee neighbors had fled Nebraska for Indian Territory. Eventually my horror rusted over. I did nothing, and soon it was covered by the grasses of my new home.

The train was paused for a full day by the migrating buffalo. The great herd looked like a mountain in pieces, tumbling toward us.

poorer you were the more expensive things became, and if you were a Black man or woman, the White proprietors in Uz would overcharge you without shame, then go to bed feeling they’d done you a kindness by serving you at all.

Sometimes I imagine the glee of those journalists at the New York City papers—typing up the story of our worst day in their fancy language. Adjusting the margins and pushing our tragedy into a skinny column, just like old Marvin at the funeral home shoving a tall corpse into a tight suit.