“They hanged my mother. I watched her body swing from the lower branches of a silk cotton tree. She had committed a crime for which there is no pardon. She had struck a white man. She had not killed him,… — Maryse Condé Copy Share Image
“The truth always arrive too late because it walks slower than lies. Truth crawls at a snail's pace.” — Maryse Condé Copy Share Image
“They hanged my mother. I watched her body swing from the lower branches of a silk cotton tree. She had committed a crime for… — Maryse Condé Copy Share Image
