When I think of Honey and Young Butler…

I think of Atlanta in the early 19-teens…

atlanta 1913

I see the bustle and excitement that Honey saw.  I imagine his confidence – he had done so much for himself for years at that point. He was at the tail end of puberty and feeling more like a man trapped inside of a boy all the time. He wanted to be able to control his destiny, even in the trivial, daily sense. Segregation and racism made that very difficult for him.

When I look at this picture…


which was taken outside of a Southern movie theater in 1933, I imagine Young Butler making his way to the Colored Admission.  And had Honey not stowed away to Europe, would he have been doing the same?  Hard pill to swallow, as fictional as it may be.


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