![]() ![]() ![]() The scenes he chose for his artwork are deeply personal and yet many would be familiar, not only to Black people in his hometown, but to White people as well, and to others who lived in the rural South in the 1940s, 50s, and early 60s.” Rembert’s story tells of the extreme, often sadistic and deadly, racism that pressed on the Black community like a toxic, malicious god. My review of Winfred Rembert’s memoir, Chasing Me to My Grave: An Artist’s Memoir of the Jim Crow South, is posted at At the Seawall here.įrom the review: “Rembert (whose name oddly echoes the word, remember) first told his life story not in words, but in vivid images carved, tooled, and colored on sheets of leather. ![]()
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