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And Do Remember Me A Novel [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Golden, Marita
  • Author:  Golden, Marita
  • ISBN-10:  0345382714
  • ISBN-10:  0345382714
  • ISBN-13:  9780345382719
  • ISBN-13:  9780345382719
  • Publisher:  Ballantine Books
  • Publisher:  Ballantine Books
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-1994
  • Pub Date:  01-Apr-1994
  • SKU:  0345382714-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  0345382714-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 102457154
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An engaging saga of unconditional friendship, love, and foregiveness...Golden's style is modern, refreshing and accurately captures a slice of African-American life. (St. Petersburg Times)

In the exciting, yet frightening days of Freedom Summer in 1963, two very different African-American women meet, each to discover in the other an elegant completion of herself. Jessie, running from her sexually abusive father and distant mother, is a born actress. In the movement she discovers an unknown world of personal freedom that could shape her into an extraordinary talent or destroy her from within. Macon, beautiful, fearless, and brilliant, knows she is too good to settle for less than she's worth, but her activism threatens the man she loves.

In a vital time of politics and passion, dedication and distress, two women struggle to recreate themselves and their world--and learn to love the fight.Marita Golden is the author of more than a dozen works of fiction and nonfiction. Her books includeAfter, Migrations of the Heart, Saving Our Sons, and Don’t Play in the Sun.She is the founder of the Hurston/Wright Foundation, an organization that supports African American writers. She lives in Mitchellville, Maryland.FREEDOM SUMMER
 
JESSIE FOSTER stood on the side of Highway 82, just outside Columbus, the Mississippi sun blistering her neck, tiny rivulets of perspiration huddled in her armpits. The once crisp wad of bills she had pinned to her brassiere, thirty-two dollars in fives and ones, lay wilted and damp against her skin. The white blouse she’d ironed that morning several hours before she took flight was covered by a thin film of dark Delta soil. Dry, breathless winds occasionally lifted the hem of her skirt and parched the skin of her thighs. The tissue with which she wiped her forehead was so moist from use that it crumbled in her hands, leaving tiny white specks scattered across her facl“˜
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