“She had not been called by the men at the bench far ahead of her, and she nearly turned back, but then she thought she might have been called by powers greater than those of mortal man, and who knows the mind of such forces? They create worlds unimaginable, even worlds in which a woman such as she walks down the aisle of a white man’s tribunal and takes her place in it. Such is the mind of God. The minds of men twist and knot around the impossible task of understanding. A thousand faces, it... seemed, watched her way. Probably a hundred, but it felt like more. The faces she passed flickered from dark to light, in the shadows that passed over the windows, shadows of men on horses and other men and women. The courthouse was a ship at sea, buffeted by agitated and irreconcilable waves. Ahead of her rose five chairs on the dais, older men looking down at the room in judgment upon a town that had murdered two of its own, a white and a black. On the left sat Elijah Dixon, magistrate.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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