Angel Guardian

Cast Bronze, 2006
22" X 11" X 28"

We always knowed that sista was goin' to be the one. What that "one" means is for you to listen now and find out. It was easy to see in our chilluns who was de devils an' who was de preachers. But baby sista, we all felt, was neither. De yeah was 1919--so much evil was goin' on in de whole worl' during that time. It was as if Gawd went to sleep and de devil jus' took over. De hangins' an' de race riots was in full bloom. And Lawd knows dat some of dem peoples certainly deserved to be kilt. Um-hum. These sho' was bad times. One day when I stopped my motorcar and got out of it to go into the house, a whole lot of white peoples with sticks and bottles came 'roun' de corner and over de tracks into de bottom where all the niggas lived, don't cha know? Um-hum. They was just a -runnin', hollering, throwin' things, just keepin' up a whole lotta racket. I saw ole man Arthur's shoeshine parlor jus' tore to pieces. Den dere was Aunt Eulabelle's Pig Parlor Restaurant in shambles, wid all de pork skin and lard right out dere in de dirt. When dey got through settin' fire to my automobile, they headed for me. I couldn't whip 'em all, but I managed to hit ole Joe Slacker in the head with an ole hickory wheel stick I found. And den I light out a-runnin'. When I reached my house, the door flew open, and there stood my family, huddlin' in the corner with baby sis holdin' tight to de Springfield rifle that ole Uncle Ned gave me. Purty soon de entire town was a big ball of fire. And man I mean all de houses burnt up. Peoples was goin' crazy fightin' each other. We tried our best to get word out to de sheriff, and even to de President, hopin' de government would come save us, cuz dere was nothin' we done to deserve all this. And Lawd Jesus, don' you know, we looked up in de sky thinkin' dat de govamint gwine to help us an' dese two-winged aerialplanes started droppin' more fire and dynamite on all us niggas. An' when all de ruckus died down and de peoples went back to dere homes, excep' de dead ones, we looked up de road, an' comin' through steam an' smoke ashes was a li'l ole woman in a clean white dress with all kinds of pretty things on it, jus' lookin' like an angel on a Sunday mornin'. Didn't look like she was walkin' atall, jus' standin' up, slidin' low, an draggin' behin' her my fambly's ole war musket. It was the prettiest thing you ever want to see, like from a ghost story. Dose peoples dat was left to clean up and sort through things jes' stood dere lookin' at her--nobody spoke a word. Black and white peoples, eyes fixed on her small, strong body with her head up, just a-walkin'. An' dat was de las' we ever seed of Baby Sis.