“ Inside the low railing which divided the room, and nearest to the chairs which the jurors were to occupy, Hitch Diamond sat at a long table with Goldie Curtain by his side. In that crowd of people, either white or black, Goldie was the one splotch of vivid coloring—her face and hands and neck a beautiful orange in color, and her half-caste beauty most striking and attractive. Hitch sat beside the table as stolid and indifferent as a wooden man, but Goldie trembled, her nervous fingers plaited in and out of each other like squirming snakes ”
E. K. Means
Summary
"E. K. Means," authored by E. K. Means, is a novel steeped in the racial and socioeconomic tensions of a Southern setting, exploring themes of systemic oppression, violence, and human resilience. Centered on characters like Hitch Diamond, a stoic figure entangled in conflict with figures such as the Sheriff and the enigmatic Goldie Curtain, the narrative unfolds through vivid, often grotesque depictions of saloons, lumber yards, and courtroom scenes.
With its focus on the struggles of Black and white characters amid a backdrop of poverty and prejudice, the work synthesizes the brutal realities of a society fractured by racial hierarchy and economic inequality.
Quotes from E. K. Means (E. K. Means)
“ Just at that moment Tucky Sugg fought his way through the tangle of human arms and legs and sprang into the open window. Then he went screaming downward to his death as a bullet from the sheriff’s pistol went with him, pocketed in the murderer’s heart!Then, as if the crack of the sheriff’s pistol was her cue to enter, another woman came up-stage and stood in the blazing light of battle. She weighed four hundred and ten pounds, and resembled a balloon divided in the middle by an apron string. She was conducted by Dainty Blackum and a strange young negro man, and her name was Ginny Babe Chew. ”
“ Skeeter Butts, the little, yellow barkeeper at the Hen-Scratch saloon, had the back of his chair propped against the trunk of the tree, his heels hung in the rungs of the chair in front, and looked like a jockey mounted upon a bony, sway-backed horse. Vinegar Atts, the fat, bald-headed, moon-faced pastor of the Shoofly church, sat on one chair, rested his feet on another, and had his massive arms outspread upon the backs of yet two other chairs. He looked like a pot-bellied buzzard trying to fly upside down and backward. ”
