Remittances

Abstract

Forty-some years ago your father’s blonde father (my great-grand), distantly Italian, forbid his son’s marriage to a Negra in writing that few in town could read. Your parents eloped, snapping sugarcane shafts underfoot, the final crush after snubbing a compulsory harvest. As soon as your mother bore her sole child, wriggling in the heat of a legendary fall, my great-uncle (your father) leapt at a flight