In Memory & Complicity, we feel Georgia red clay under Eve Hoffman's bare feet on the dairy farm where she grew up; walk with her though an exhibit of one hundred and fifty postcards of lynchings. We see a girl in a yellow dress at the synagogue her great-grandparents founded-the synagogue bombed four hours later by white racists. We see black-faced jockeys in front yards.
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