Tracey: A LeFlore High Short Story, #4
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Tracey is an honor student, a teacher's pet, and the only black grandchild of the mulatto Kauffman Family. After generations of carefully-chosen mates, the Kauffmans have diluted just about every trace of Africa out of them---until Tracey's doting father went against his mother's wishes and married a smart, ambitious girl with beautiful ebony skin and features that call to a black man like West-African djembe drums.
Tracey takes after her mother, at least when it comes to skin tone and features. But being the dark-complexioned, black grandchild of the Kauffmans has left her feeling isolated...and scarred. Every day she silently carries those scars through the halls of John L. LeFlore. But she's learning to compensate for her abundance of melanin with her abundance of body.
On top of her esteem issues, Tracey is dealing with the real possibility of her parents divorcing and her doting father moving out. When she meets a fair-skinned friend of her fairer-skinned cousins, he takes full advantage of her vulnerable naivete and turns Tracey's life upside down. She's fourteen but now she has grown-woman problems, the kind she can't study her way out of.
Sherman T. Cooley
Sherman Terrell Cooley is a native of Mobile, Alabama and a proud graduate of John L. LeFlore High School (Rattler Nation). He currently resides in Jacksonville, Florida with his lovely wife, Erica, where he works in sales and marketing, and is also a personal fitness trainer (ignitefitflame.com).
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Tracey - Sherman T. Cooley
Prologue
The sun cut across the cloudless sky, strong and bright. A sweet breeze whistled through every few minutes, caressing the leaves of the two massive oaks whose bases sat at either end of the front yard.
Their antique limbs seemed to reach out for each other from opposite ends of the yard, nearly meeting at the center, and forming a canopy over the cemented walkway.
The walkway stretched from the curb to the steps leading to the porch. It was uneven and cracked as if the yard had experienced its own personal earthquake.
In reality it was the oaks’ roots, older than the Union, and as deep as the Middle Passage. They stretched beyond the trees’ foundations, breaking through the barrier of earth, and upsetting the smooth unity of the manicured lawn.
Standing in the penumbra of the trees was a white, antebellum house. Large, wooden swings hung at either end of the porch. A Confederate Flag flew from the center column of the colonnade that lined the porch.
It was one of several antebellum homes in Downtown Mobile, but the only one owned by a black family—although Mother Kauffman, Tracey’s paternal grandmother, would much prefer being referred to as mulatto.
The house was two stories high, but ten novels deep in scandal and bigotry. This was no residence for coloreds: mulatto, quadroon, octoroon, or otherwise.
It was a sacred piece of the Confederacy.
Yet, there was Joseph and Audrey Kauffman.
Joseph was the grandson of a prominent doctor for the Confederate Army. Joseph’s father inherited the Downtown home from his father and left it to his only heir: his illegitimate son, born to him from his barren wife’s colored chamber maid.
Audrey Kaufman’s lineage wasn’t as historically rich, but just as salacious. She was the bastard child of a local politician with gubernatorial ambitions and the young Negro woman he’d appointed to run the school for the colored children across town.
He promised to take care of the child and to, one day, find her a suitable mate. All of this as long as her mother never went public as to the child’s lineage...and never married.
So Joseph and Audrey Kauffman, with their prominent, if clandestine, parentage and their mulatto complexions, were atop the social ladder when it came to coloreds in Mobile. Their antebellum home in the Historic District of Downtown was their castle, and, initially, the bane of their Caucasian neighbors.
Now, however, it was commonplace to see their grandchildren playing with their little, white neighbors.
They all visited every Sunday. It was an all-day affair. They arrived at ten-thirty for the eleven o’clock church service, made it back by one-thirty, and ate dinner at five-thirty.
Six-year-old Tracey had just finished the peanut butter and jelly sandwich her mother had prepared for her and her cousins to eat while they waited on dinner. She wandered from room to room, wondering where the twins, Alice and Amanda, had disappeared to.
They were the second generation of twins in the Kauffman family. Their mother and Tracey’s father were twins as well. They were two years older than Tracey but had been her closest playmates up to then.
Tracey doubted they were in Grandpa Joseph’s study, but she made her way up the long, winding staircase anyway, carefully clinging to the intricately carved balustrade, instead of the rail atop it.
Her father and Uncle Spencer always closed themselves up with Grandpa in his study after church. Tracey quietly wondered if they were getting the talkin’ to!
Grandpa always threatened but never delivered, before being allowed to go watch football in the den until dinner was ready.
Maybe they got in trouble at church, she thought as she made her way to the top of the stairs and rushed around the corner.
"Angh!"she grunted as she bounced off her grandfather’s legs and fell flat on her butt.
He was a tall man, the only man taller than her father. He was also lighter-skinned. Tracey wondered if the two were related.
Hey there, Honey Bee.
He bent over and picked her up. What are you doing meandering around up here?
I was looking for you, Grandpa Joseph,
she grinned a smile that was wanting of two front teeth.
Well, you done sniffed me out,
he said while gently pinching her nose. What’s on your noodle?
I can’t find Alice and Amanda.
Tracey whined as he sat her down and started for his study.
Tracey followed.
He sat behind his mahogany desk and stroked the silver of his beard as if seriously pondering her problem.
Tracey rounded the desk and stood in front of him, waiting expectantly.
"Ummm...Did you check the living room?"
She nodded, the pink and yellow barrettes keeping her pigtails in place clacking slightly.
Did you check the backyard?
More clanking.
Well,
he sighed as if stomped, did you check here!
He reached a behind her ear and pulled back a fifty-cent piece.
Tracey gasped and her eyes rounded like an owl’s as he placed the half-dollar in her hand. His grey eyes danced with delight at her excitement.
I’ll bet you fifty cents they’re at Melinda’s,
he said while winking.
Melinda was the daughter of their neighbors to the right. Grandpa Joseph had watched the twins go over a