![]() Blood seeped slowly out from under her enormous Afro. That’s me.” Or she said, That’s me in that booth.” Then Richard Roundtree or Gloria Hendry or Fred Williamson sprayed the room with gunfire, and my mother slumped over the table, her mouth open, her eyes closed. The movies made their nonsensical way along, and then suddenly my mother said, See, see, there I am, behind that guy, laying on the ground. ![]() They said, That’s baaaad” as percussive, synthesized music perked behind them. They all wore leather and bright-colored, wide-legged pants made of unnatural fibers. When I was little, sometimes she woke me late at night and we sat down in front of the television to watch a bleached-out print of a movie with a lot of guys with big guns and bigger Afros. ![]() She was the third girl from the left in the fight scene in Coffy. These are her credits: Girl in Diner, Murder Victim #1, Screaming Girl, Junkie in Park. Then there were the little ones that blew in and out of the dollar theaters in Cleveland and Detroit and Gary inside of a week, until the last brother who was willing to part with $1 had done so: TNT Jackson and Abby and Savage Sisters. You know the titles of some of the big ones: Shaft and Super Fly and Blacula. Her movies were all made in the early 1970s, before I was born. ![]() She still has honey-colored skin and eyelashes that make you think of fur or feathers. ![]() In some ways, she doesn’t look very different from the way she did back then. ![]()
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