who taught me to stay away from West Dallas, where
a brown or Black person, he said, would probably
throw a brickbat at a white person’s car?
My mom and I never talked about that moment.
In the days after, we did not weep in each other’s
presence, nor hold each other, nor say much
about our feelings. It was how we had always been.
Copyright 2021 Fred Everett Maus
Fred Everett Maus teaches music at the University of Virginia. He has written on music and narrative, gender and sexuality in relation to discourse about music, popular music, embodiment, music therapy, and other subjects.