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Civil War Comics

The first book of comics scholarship I ever read was Joseph Witek’s 1989 Comic Books as History, when it came out four years before Scott McCloud’s Understanding Comics and five before Richard Reynolds’ Super Heroes: a Modern Mythology. Witek’s first chapter compares Jack Kirby’s “April 1861: Fort Sumter” in Classics Illustrated Special Issue: War Between the States (June 1961) and Harvey Kurtzman, John Severin, and Will Elder’s “First Shot!” in Frontline Combat #9 (November-December 1952). In the three and half decades since, I continued to assume that these were the only kind of “Civil War comics”: historical comics about the Civil War.

Until I happened upon a different kind: comics journalism made during the Civil War.

First, I’m just delighted that there are things published during the Civil War that can easily be called “comics.” The previous stop on my Frank Leslie’s Illustrated Newspaper journey was the early 1870s, so I’m another decade deeper into the nineteenth century and still finding new (to me) chapters of comics history.

By some definitions, a comic has to tell a story, typically through multiple images arranged in chronological order, so I’ll start there:

Published September 12, 1863, “Views Showing the Progressive Destruction of Fort Sumter by General Gillmore” is a four-panel sequence that includes three caption boxes: “Effect of First Shots, Aug. 16th,” “Appearance Aug. 20th,” and “View from Beach House Aug. 23rd.” The first seems to refer to both the first and second panels, which are before and after images of the first attack. The first three images are from roughly the same position (based on the position of the flag, the implied viewer moves slightly to the right and closer), before the fourth image, which rotates further (based again on the flag). The four panels are identical in shape and size, evoking a common layout of later comics (Joe Shuster was a big fan of a four-row grid in early Action Comics). The three-week gap between the final panel and the publication date suggests how much time the weekly newspaper needed to report current events.

The next comic also depicts a single event:

Though consisting of four panels again, the two-page spread “Scenes Attending the Military Execution Near Washington of Private William H. Johnson” divides into two rows, the first further divided into three roughly equal square panels, and the second is a single unframed page-width panel. Instead of spanning a week, the images represent some portion of a single day. Oddly (by 20th and 21st century expectations), the images aren’t arranged in chronological order.

The top left panel is captioned “To the Execution” and shows the prisoner and his coffin being transported; the second panel is captioned “The Deserter Johnson” and shows him seated and reading from a stack of books (I expected the top was the Bible, but close inspection doesn’t support that assumption); the third panel is captioned “Troops Passing the Body”; and the fourth full-width panel has no caption and shows Johnson just after being shot, with the execution guns still raised and their smoke in the air (or, in a temporal impossibility, firing the bullet that has already pierced his chest, suggesting that the panel may embed two seamless images). Either way, the chronological sequence is:

I doubt viewers apprehend them in that order though. I also doubt they begin in the top left corner to follow a Z-path. I suspect most viewers’ eyes land first on the size-accented bottom panel, which is the climatic moment(s) of the sequence. My eyes then move quickly up to the middle image of the largest drawn human figure, framed by two darker and less immediately scannable side images. If so, the sequence is paradoxically unconcerned with sequence, whether of events or viewing order.

Other image arrangements are not narratives but types of lists:

The February 20, 1864 “Rebel Barbarities” includes seven undated and generalized events in seven images, each captioned at the bottom of the page. The numbered captions indicate an N-path: two side columns of three images each, with the middle fourth image at center. But I again doubt a viewer enters the spread at the top left. A wandering path seems more likely, followed by later references to the captions for viewers seeking more information.

The title of the June 8, 1861″Stampede Among the Negroes of Virginia — Their Arrival at Fortress Monroe” refers only to the large center image, which does not suggest a stampede but an orderly arrival. The other images are related by the presence of enslaved people at the moment of or shortly after being freed. The arrangement again is captioned in columns, but does not seem chronological or concerned with viewing order.

“Campaign in South Carolina” depicts three separate military events:

“The Captured Anglo-Rebel Steamer Columbia Unloading her Cargo” is literally a list:

Those are all examples of a single page or a two-page spread divided into multiple images. They fall into what I consider the comics form: sequenced (or at least juxtaposed) images. Leslie’s also includes the reverse: a single image spanning multiple pages. As discussed in The World’s First 4-Page Spread?, I keep finding examples of Leslie’s four-pagers. Here are four more.

From April 6, 1862, “The War in North Carolina”:

From May 31, 1862, “Bombardment of Fort Jackson and St. Philip”:

From September 13, 1862, “Second Battle of Bull Run”:

From May 2, 1863, “Grand Attack of the Iron-Clads”:

More unexpectedly, Leslie’s also combined four-page images along two edges for a jigsaw effect. These two are from 1861:

Leslie’s also includes smaller single images drawn in a satirical style, AKA “political cartoons.” Here are five about the Civil War.

From February 1, 1862, “Masterly Inactivity, or Six Months on the Potomac”:

From May 24, 1862, [Cotton]”The scorpion is one of the stupidest and as well as one of the most venomous of insects …”

July 12, 1862, “Reconstituting the U.S. — Only one or two lamps wanting!”:

From February 14, 1863, “Lincoln’s Dream; or, There’s a Good Time Coming.”

From August 9, 1862, “Going Out For the Wool and Getting Shorn. The Confederate Crow (decreeing itself an Eagle) makes a swoop upon the fleshpots of McClellan — but returns plucked.” This one consists of two chronologically sequenced images, and so is in the comics form too.

A further sidenote on style. Cartoonist Mort Walker coined “emanata” in 1980 to name the lines emanating from a visual focal point. Though later effects include emotional and psychological states, I assumed the technique originated to show physical impact or movement. I had also assumed it originated in the early 1900s comics. But then I found these examples from 1862:

And finally, my favorite image of these all, and not because it’s a comic, but because it’s just so improbably weird.

From April 7, 1862, “The Bombardment of Fort Sumter, As Seen through the Look-Out in the Pilot-Hose of one of the Monitors”:

Looking at Palestine

Joe Sacco visited Palestine in 1991, started publishing a series of comics about the visit in 1993, and collected the complete volume Palestine in 2001. I bought my copy in a Philadelphia comics shop while visiting my daughter last year. It’s a classic of comics journalism — so a little embarrassing that I’m only now catching up. The timing of the genocide in Gaza is also not coincidental.

I tend to write visual formalist analysis, which can run the risk of focusing attention on comparatively insignificant details when the topic is especially socially and politically significant. A peer reviewer once described one of my essays on racial representation as “bloodless.” They weren’t wrong. In this case the question is: does anyone care about the ingenious ways Joe Sacco uses layout, when the topic he’s addressing is Israel’s decades-long criminal abuse of Palestinians?

If your answer is something like: formalist analysis of layout can be useful if it reveals how Sacco communicates his vital subject matter — then I would keep reading. (If your answer is: Israel is not committing genocide — you’ve probably already stopped.)

Sacco is credited with pioneering comics journalism, but illustrated newspapers were abundant in the nineteenth century, well before the far more famous humor comic strips of the 1890s. My favorite, Frank Leslie’s Illustrated Newspaper, includes multiple, single-image two-page spreads. Though I suspect Sacco was unaware of the earlier tradition, Palestine‘s lone single-image two-page spread is one the most memorable two pages of the collection. It depicts an aerial view of a refugee camp in the Gaza Strip:

Every other page in the collection is divided into multiple images, AKA “comics.” Sacco’s layouts are dynamic and usually feature irregularly shaped panels that are not (or are not consistently) perpendicular to page edges. His caption boxes are even more irregular, often drawn at cascading angles that seem to block image content like fortune-cookie slips scattered across the paper. The combined effect is a sense of energetic movement that interacts with the movement depicted within panel images.

Here’s one of my favorite examples from the second chapter:

Other uses of the layout approach highlight the action depicted within panels even more — as when Sacco draws a sequence of panels as if the framed images were physical card-like pieces of paper shuffled together on top of a page too. Since the panels show individuals in a crowd throwing rocks, form and content converge. While a reader’s eye likely descends the page caption-by-cation, the order of the panels is ambiguous, allowing multiple viewing paths, paralleling the chaos of the crowd.

The next page is even more complex, with a consistent background subdivided by the framed movements of a foregrounded jeep on the top half, and a foregrounded figure throwing a rock in the bottom row.

If I ever get to publish a second edition of The Comics Form, I’ll include the bottom row as an example of a “continuous juxtapositional inference.”

As much as I admire the layout norm though, I’m even more intrigued by how Sacco establishes it in order to later break it. An eleven-page sequence from the same chapter instead evokes a traditional magazine layout:

Though still a comic by context, the subsection is the book’s only example of illustrated prose. The choice seems pointed. Some readers have questioned “comics journalism” generally and Sacco’s use of the term specifically. I was at a recent comics studies conference where a fellow scholar quoted Benjamin Woo: “I do not consider Palestine a work of journalism. For one thing, it was produced without the support of a news agency and released by a publisher of alternative and pornographic comic books.” That got a pretty big laugh. I assume Sacco was well aware that certain readers would not consider his comic a form of journalism, and so was evoking the layout of, say, an Atlantic article — not to disguise Palestine but to question the broader category by evoking it formally.

Though a minority, other chapter subsections also feature rigid columns and prose blocks. Sacco sometimes favors them for past events told to him by witnesses, visually differentiating the accounts from his own experiences, and also literally framing some of the most disturbing events in a paradoxically traditional and stable layout style. Though even then he finds ways to disrupt — as when he strings sentences between captions boxes with intentionally awkward line breaks. It’s as if the words — and so what they describe — can’t be physically contained.

But my favorite sequence of the 285-page collection is “Moderate Pressure, Part 2.” The title is explained in Part 1:

“So in ’87 the government commissioned a retired supreme court president to investigate … The Landau report determined, indeed, that Shin Bet officers consistently had lied in court by denying they’d extracted confessions through physical force … and, incidentally, the report recommended that no charges be brought against those responsible … And the Landau report reasoned that, in the interest of defending Israel from ‘terrorist activity,’ the Shin Bet must be allowed some means of ‘non-violent psychological pressure’ and ‘moderate … physical pressure’ in its interrogations”

As with several of the other subsections, Sacco uses traditional grids to frame the account of imprisonment, torture, and Kafkaesque legal proceedings told by a Palestinian father named Ghassam (with his daughter asleep on his lap). If I ever edit a comics anthology, I want to include the 12-page sequence as an exemplar of how perfectly layout and story can merge.

Regular grids often produce an “invisible” effect, where viewers don’t notice their presence because they’re so consistent and normalized. Sacco’s grids are the opposite. Already made “visible” by breaking the layout norms for the majority of other pages, the grids evolve spread-by-spread, following an arbitrarily imprisoned Palestinian’s descent into the horror of Israeli justice. Ghassam is randomly arrested and accused of belonging to a terrorist organization. Though the prosecutors have no evidence, the judge agrees to extend his detention, at first by a day, then two days, then seven days, to give his captors more time to pressure him into signing a false confession.

Sacco’s panels and caption boxes are irregular but rectangular on the opening pages:

Then they are consistently divided into three rows on the second spread, at first in a 2×3 grid on the left page, then a 3×3 grid on the right:

Turn the page, and the panels are now divided into four rows, with a 3×4 grid on the left, and a 4×4 grid on the right:

Turn the page again, and the left 4×4 grid compresses further into a 4×5 grid on the right:

Which continues as the father continues to endure days of “moderate pressure” in his various cells (a synonym for “panels”):

Until the last 4×5 grid gives way to a half-page 3×2 grid and a full-width half-page panel:

The change in layout parallels the change in narrative: the judge finally rules to release Ghassam. Sacco also stops drawing caption boxes, leaving the final four panels wordless. For me, the effect is one of the most haunting in Palestine. Israeli citizens go about their daily business unaware of or unconcerned by the torture they are indirectly responsible for. The openness of the last panel is also paradoxical: yes, Ghassam is now back in the open world, no longer trapped in gridded “cells,” but his and so many other Palestinians’ ordeal remains normalized and “invisible.” The final panel even negates their experience structurally: the pressure of the gridded layout literally can’t be expressed in such a large open panel space.

Looking at these accounts of Palestine under colonialist Jim-Crow rule in 1991 is powerfully disturbing. Looking at them in 2025, as Palestinians are the open and extended target of direct genocide, is more disturbing. There’s no longer a structure of normalized invisibility obscuring the suffering.

Who Copyedits the Copyeditor?

A great deal of my professional life involves writing, so the prospect of copyedits on a book manuscript conjures a special kind of fear and loathing. I’m also a writing instructor, of both fiction and expository writing, so my need for imagined mastery is even higher.

Based on a range of past experiences, copyedits fall into two camps: those that humble, and those that enrage.

Happily, my most recent bout involved only the first.

The most recent bout of a good friend (who will go nameless to protect both the innocent and the annoyingly guilty) involved only the second.

The title of this blog came to him while he was working through his copyedited manuscript, and he instructed me (twice) to use it for something, a short story, a novel, anything. Though probably not a blog post.

Fortunately, it’s too late to change the title of my book. The Color of Paper: Representing Race in the Comics Medium will be out next February – and will include remarkably fewer errors than the final draft I submitted in spring.

My first major experience with copyedits occurred a quarter century ago. An assistant editor sent the wrong draft of my first novel to the copyeditor. My editor ate the costs and sent the correct version. I didn’t know at the time how rare that was.

Funniest correction: For the penultimate flashback chapter, the (second) copyeditor inserted “had” in front of every verb. Literally every verb. My editor agreed only the first was necessary – a trick one of my MFA professors later taught our class.

My current book provides nothing as entertaining, but it was still instructive.

Things I learned:

1. Some ellipses have three periods and some ellipses have four periods, and there are rules for when to use each.

2. A war between good and evil is being fought over whether to capitalize or not to capitalize the first word in a quotation. I’m not going to be on the winning side, and that’s okay.

3. My instinct for when to hyphenate words is almost always wrong. If it were always wrong, I would know to always do the opposite of what I think is right. Almost always is worse, and also strange.

5. I have a startlingly impressionistic approach to other authors’ names. This is distinct from my many garden-variety misspellings (as when the copyeditor queries in the margin: “Do you mean ‘lacuna’?”). The root cause may be the same though: a dyslexic-related childhood learning disability, and the fiftysomething discovery that learning disabilities aren’t “childhood.” The fact that spellcheck doesn’t know the names of comics scholars doesn’t help. But I realize now that when I picture a name, I don’t see a row of letters; I see a semi-visual image composed of the idea of letters.

5. No matter how many times I use it, “predominately” isn’t a word.

Things I already knew:

1. I don’t think page ranges in Works Cited lists are necessary.

2. There’s a rule for when to use “that” and when to use “which,” and though I can’t articulate the rule, I know it. Except when I don’t.

3. Everyone else thinks page ranges in Works Cited lists are necessary.

4. It’s annoying to reference two works by the same author and not indicate which work in each internal citation. It’s especially annoying for copyeditors.

5. Page ranges in Works Cited lists are necessary.

Meanwhile, my good but unnamed friend (okay, it’s Nathaniel Goldberg, my three-time co-author, though at the moment we’re working on simultaneous solo albums, like Kiss did in 1978) has gained valuable practice composing clear and careful emails to editors regarding errors introduced by copyeditors.

Here’s an example:

“Some are easy enough for me to catch. However, others aren’t:

“1. Very often, commas required in the text for logical coherence were removed, and commas required not to be in the text for stylistic consistency were added.

“2. Very often, quotation marks/inverted commas (‘such as this’) were replaced with double quotation marks (“such as this”), which is contrary to disciplinary style.

“3. Very occasionally, the copyeditors added a word to a sentence changing the meaning of the sentence.

“Sometimes combinations of these occur several times on a page.

“Rather than my having to correct the copyeditors’ mistakes, can they be corrected at your end to their original, correct form?”

We both have completed reviewing our copyedits and sent them back to our editors. First proofs should arrive by the end of summer.

I strongly intend not to write a sequel blog post titled: “Who Typesets the Typesetter?”

The Colors of Jay Jackson’s Colorless Future

I’m very happy to be headed to the Comics Studies Society’s conference in East Lansing, Michigan this week. CSS posted its call-for-papers last winter:

“Since the turn of the century, comics have considered the contested nature of American identity. Comic strips, comic books, and editorial cartoons featured stereotypes and caricatures that contributed to non-white people’s marginalization in the United States and advanced narratives of U.S. exceptionalism. The weight of this visual history often obscures the moments when artists, writers, and publishers fought against the regressive imaginary and offered something new. From the dynamic imagination of African American cartoonists such as Jay Jackson’s Bungleton Green in the 1940s to contemporary comic innovators such as C. Spike Trotman’s Iron Circus Comics, the urge to create diverse comics has a long legacy.

“Given this history, we celebrate the resistance, resilience, and resolution demonstrated in the comic medium. As we approach the 60th anniversary of the Voting Rights Act, it’s a time to reflect on the progress made and the work that still lies ahead. We recognize that the revolution will be drawn and celebrate the artists, scholars, and communities that embrace the comic medium to do so. We celebrate an expanding literature in comic studies that highlights how those groups, often framed at the margin, have moved to the center of the cultural conversation. This is achieved not only through the celebration of characters that reflect them but also by seizing the imagined affordance of the comic form to elevate, transform, and inspire new conversation. Building on the dynamic comic scholarship that recognizes how readers leveraged the imagined affordance of the comic page to create new worlds and challenge old paradigms. 

“We invite comics scholars from around the world to submit proposals for the 8th annual Comics Studies Society that engage in topics pertaining to the transformative potential of comics.

“Some possible topics:

Graphic representations of social justice movementsBiography, liberation, and comicsContemporary African-American cartoonistsContemporary webcomics and identityFandoms and identityTransmedia storytellingSatire and political cartooning Afrofuturism in legacy and new media textsRecovering lost voices(Re-)narrating the pastComics production and communityThe social and political work of comicsComics and/as communityTransnational comics productionComics journalism and protestComics engaged with ongoing conflicts in Ukraine, Gaza, Sudan, DRC, and NicaraguaComics engaging with the history and legacy of ethnic violenceHidden legacies of transnational creatorsSite-specific readings of comic texts

By coincidence, I include both Jay Jackson and C. Spike Trotman in my forthcoming book The Color of Paper. I also considered excerpting a section on the Legion of Superheroes, but I’m glad I didn’t because I’m now appearing on the “Race and Rep” panel with Dr. Gabrielle Lyle who’s writing on that topic. George Herriman was tempting too, though that was before I taught Krazy Kat for a modernist poetry class. Ultimately though, I submitted this abstract:

“In 1944, Bungleton Green and the Mystic Commandos, Jay Jackson’s weekly Saturday comic strip in the Chicago Defender, featured a 41-week narrative set one hundred years in the future on a new continent where Green people subjugate White people through Jim Crow laws. While Jackson’s plot directly parodies his contemporary U.S., because the strip was published in black-and-white, Jackson also uses the ambiguities of color and racial designations to heighten his critique. His characters include a “brown boy” named Bud; a “White youth” named Jon; Lotta the “Colored mayor of Memphis”; an unnamed “Yellow man” accompanying the mayor; and a range of Green people, including a “Green girl” named Vertina and a pro-White “militant Green man” named “Red Greenman.” Jackson visually distinguishes Black characters through sometimes ambiguous crosshatching, but otherwise all characters are the identical color of the newsprint. Green and White skin are both light gray or, in a recent 2021 reprint, actually white. The tensions between verbal and visual racial designations further intensify due to the racial misnomers, since White skin is not white, Black skin is not black, yet Green skin is (apparently but unverifiably) green. Jackson also terms White characters “colorless” and “chalkies,” which do not suggest the actual color of White skin, but highlight the incongruities of white and Whiteness and black and Blackness. While Jackson’s plot directly critiques Black-and-White racial inequalities, his use of the black-and-white comics medium offers a fundamental challenge to color-designated racial categories overall.”

I’m in the process of finalizing my presentation slides, which should give at least some sense of the talk:

Generally Doubtful

I’ve not written about the Generals Redoubt since 2019. The alumni group first came to my attention when they suggested in a mass email that I be “eliminated” for teaching “inane” and “trivial” courses. I responded: “Why I Shouldn’t Be Fired for Teaching Comics.” I then had a lengthy email correspondence with a leading member of the organization, which I excerpted at length: “My Ongoing Attempts to Reason with the Generals Redoubt.” Afterward, I offered my conclusions about the inability to interact meaningfully with that member: “Redoubtfully.”

Mass emails from the Generals Redoubt have continued to appear regularly in my inbox since. I usually give each a quick skim, and I’m usually disappointed by the quality of their content. I then tap delete and move on to more rewarding tasks. But for whatever reason, I am going to again give the organization the benefit of the doubt and see where a careful reading takes me.

In a June email, Kamron Spivey expressed his hope that his alma mater would not “endorse the fleeting fixation on identity-based education,” which he described as “quite dangerous to the educational mission of Washington and Lee.” He also said that “none have articulated this concern better than” alumnus Garland Tucker, whose essay was attached.

Mr. Tucker, who graduated in 1969, offered five laments:

The “sad secularization” of baccalaureate included “no prayer, and no mention of the Almighty,” but merely “an eloquent address” that provided “no evidence of the Judeo-Christian principles that undergirded the W&L” of the 1960s.The commencement speech referenced “the University (instead of Lee) Chapel.”The commencement speech mentioned only George Washington’s financial contribution.The commencement speech omitted “entirely any mention of Robert E. Lee,” which “reinforced the impression that one of President Dudley’s overriding objectives is to ignore — and thereby remove — the defining influence of Lee on this institution.”The word “inclusive” appeared before “business leaders” in “the C-School’s current mission statement” on display in “the entrance to Huntley Hall.”

Together these observations left Mr. Tucker feeling “concerned about the continuing trajectory of wokeness” at W&L.

I assume that Mr. Spivey was speaking hyperbolically when he claimed that Mr. Tucker’s essay was the best (or at least equal to the best) articulation of concerns regarding the dangers of identity-based education.

Mr. Tucker’s first point expresses the opposite: that baccalaureate should express a specifically Christian identity, which would increase rather than decrease “identity-based education.”

Mr. Tucker’s last point is similar: “inclusiveness” in an educational mission means that all identities are valued. An “identity-based education” would instead privilege some identities over others. When Mr. Tucker was a student, for example, W&L excluded Black men and all women.

Mr. Tucker’s middle concerns are focused on the school’s namesakes, including that Lee and Washington should be discussed as role models in every graduation speech and that Lee’s name should be on the Chapel. Since Mr. Tucker referenced “Lee House” and “W&L”( the abbreviation for “Washington and Lee”) fifteen times in his essay, he provides ample evidence that Lee is not being ignored or removed.

But even if Mr. Tucker’s claims were accurate, what exactly are the dangers to W&L’s educational mission? The word “inclusiveness,” the absence of “Lee” in a building name, the avoidance of Christian prayer in a university event – do he and Mr. Spivey actually believe these are “dangerous”?

Mr. Tucker’s essay recalls far worse possibilities. Returning to Mr. Tucker’s “C-School days” of 1969 would mean championing Christianity above all other beliefs and excluding individuals based on their race and gender, policies that would be rhetorically emphasized by highlighting the name of a Confederate general more widely in plaques and speeches.

If W&L did that, the dangers of “identity-based education” would increase. The school would be tailored to the identities of white, male, Confederate-nostalgic Christians. That’s the past Mr. Tucker praises, and that is the past that Mr. Spivey and the Generals Redoubt endorse.

I don’t wish to be overly critical of Mr. Spivey though. All of my personal interactions with him when he was a student were pleasant, and his reporting of a book-banning incident at our local middle school was admirably accurate. Setting aside his presumably insincere praise of Mr. Tucker, he could become a force of reasonableness within his alumni organization. An earlier email provides an example.

In March, Stephen Robinson, president of the Generals Redoubt, wrote about John Robinson: “A trustee of Washington College, his estate, valued at $50,000, saved the struggling institution, which at the time had only 65 students and inadequate facilities.” Stephen (who clarifies in his signature that he is unrelated to the 19th-century Robinson) added: “In the frantic rush to achieve political correctness in 2019, Washington and Lee University decided — apparently because Mr. Robinson (as many did at the time) owned slaves — that it was not appropriate to have a building named for him.” Citing the dedication speech for a historical marker acknowledging the school’s first Black student, Stephen asked: “Can anyone seriously contend that the current Administration is ‘tell(ing) the history of Washington and Lee courageously and completely?’”

Stephen undermines his critique with the incompleteness of his own account. John Robinson’s institution-saving donation included 76 enslaved people, whom the school then sold. Was it courageous of the president of the Generals Redoubt to omit that detail about the Robinson “estate, valued at $50,000”?

Fortunately, the organization now has Mr. Spivey for historical fact-checking. A simultaneous March article in The Spectator cited Mr. Spivey at length:

“Spivey said that while the signage recognizes many slaves owned by the university, a portion of the information on the memorial is incorrect. For example, the sign says that ‘the most well-documented episode [of the university’s involvement with slavery] … is the 1826 bequest of 84 enslaved African Americans to Washington College from “Jockey” John Robinson.’ But at the time of Robinson’s death, the number of enslaved people bequeathed was 76. 

“According to Spivey, this inaccuracy owes to the nature of the document used in the 2016 memorial. While the document lists the names of 84 enslaved people, Spivey said it was a ‘living document’ that was updated for several years as children were born into slavery.

“‘The Enslaved People bequeathed to Washington College in 1826 are not easily biographized,’ Spivey’s pamphlet reads. ‘We know very little beyond their age, first name, and ‘appraised value’ of between $0 to $500 each.’”

I find the contrast between Mr. Spivey’s thoroughly accurate account and the hypocritically incomplete telling by the president of the Generals Redoubt striking.

While I hope that Mr. Spivey has a positive influence on the organization, he will need to avoid the false hyperboles and hollow rhetoric of fundraising ad copy and instead maintain the journalistic integrity he learned as a recent W&L student. Maintaining and promoting the excellence of that education is after all the expressed purpose of his alumni group.

New Comics @ the NEW Shenandoah!

I’ve had the pleasure of serving as comics editor of Shenandoah magazine since Fall 2019, when we debuted the new comics section with works by Mita Mahato and Tillie Walden. I’ve also had the paradoxical pleasure of not editing the comics section when we’ve handed it over to guest editors Rachelle Cruz and José Alaniz. Shenandoah turns 75 this year, and to celebrate, the literary magazine is not only publishing a double issue (which went live last week), it’s debuting an all-new all-different website (which went live last week). It’s especially exciting for me because I got to invite TWO extraordinary guest editors: Martha Kuhlman and Qiana Whitted. And they’ve brought on board a range of extraordinary comics creators:

Martha’s “Comic in Translation” section features not only Czech creator Vojtěch Mašek, but also herself as translator of his 15-page graphic novel excerpt “I.” Her introduction “Stop Making Sense” is invaluable for appreciating the story’s complex context and history, but I also recommend just diving head-first into the comic’s Kafka-esque experience.

Qiana’s introduction “Tin Cans and Tech: Five Comics Explore AI” reveals the chaotic pleasure of initiating a themed issue — and then watching how a theme bends and morphs under the happy weight of creative collaborators.

Ebony Flowers, “We Collect Cans for Money“

Ben Passmore, “Land of Opportunity“

Whit Taylor, “Off-Script“

Jonathan Todd, “Canine Intelligence“

Naima Whitted, “Bot-Anical Garden“

I’m probably guilty of bragging after every issue that this is my favorite comics selection yet, but I swear I always mean it. And I doubly mean it this time. Happy 75th, Shenandoah!

What the Courts Say About Birthright Citizenship and Why

On his first day in office, President Trump signed an executive order attempting to nullify birthright citizenship, declaring: “United States citizenship does not automatically extend to persons born in the United States.”

The order contradicts the 14th Amendment, which established in 1868: “All persons born or naturalized in the United States and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, are citizens of the United States.”

Lawsuits followed immediately, and district judges unanimously rejected the order.

On January 22, Judge Coughenour said: “I’ve been on the bench for over four decades, I can’t remember another case where the question presented is as clear as this one is. This is a blatantly unconstitutional order.”

On February 4, Judge Boardman said: “Today, virtually every baby born on U.S. soil is a U.S. citizen upon birth. That is the law and tradition of our country. That law and tradition are and will remain the status quo pending the resolution of this case.”

On February 12, Judge Sorotkin wrote: “It is difficult to imagine a government or public interest that could outweigh the harms established by the plaintiffs here. Perhaps that is why the defendants have identified none.”

The Trump administration responded by petitioning the Supreme Court to remove the lower court injunctions. The justices agreed to a hearing, but scheduled it for two months later. During those May 15 oral arguments, none of the justices voiced support for the administration’s arguments. Justice Gorsuch even asked if the administration intended to appeal “when” – not “if” — it loses.

The judiciary branch is unanimously opposed to Trump’s executive order because it’s a matter of historical record that the authors of the 14th Amendment intended the birthright citizenship clause to include the children of non-citizens. Transcripts of the 1866 Senate debates make that explicit.

Pennsylvania Senator Cowan voted against the 14th Amendment because he opposed citizenship for the children of Roma and Chinese residents: Cowan asked: “Is the child of a Gypsy born in Pennsylvania a citizen? Is it proposed that the people of California are to remain quiescent while they are overrun by a flood of immigration of the Mongol race?”

California Sen. Conness instead voted for the 14th Amendment because he supported the citizenship clause. Conness answered: “It is proposed that the children begotten of Chinese parents in California shall be citizens. I am in favor of doing so. We are entirely ready to accept the provision proposed in this constitutional amendment that the children born here of Mongolian parents shall be declared by the Constitution of the United States to be entitled to civil rights and to equal protection before the law.”

Whether for or against it, all of the senators agreed that the 14th Amendment extended citizenship to the children of aliens.

The Supreme Court made that intent even more explicit in 1898: “the Fourteenth Amendment affirms the ancient and fundamental rule of citizenship by birth within the territory, in the allegiance and under the protection of the country, including all children here born of resident aliens.”

The Constitution unambiguously and unequivocally establishes birthright citizenship. Those who do not want the children of resident aliens to be U.S. citizens have only one option: pass an Amendment to the Constitution that eliminates birthright citizenship.

The Trump administration of course knows all of this, and yet hours after taking an oath to “preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States,” President Trump knowingly signed an unconstitutional order contradicting the 14th Amendment and violating the limits of executive powers. The Constitution allows for the impeachment of a president for “treason, bribery, or other high crimes and misdemeanors,” including for abuse of office and violation of the presidential oath. I expect the House will consider articles of impeachment when a new Congress takes office in January 2027.

The Supreme Court is expected to declare its decision later this month – not on Trump’s executive order, but on the nationwide injunctions by district judges that are preventing his administration from enacting it. Even Justice Kagan dislikes such injunctions, but Trump’s birthright order may provide a rare case where a majority of the predominately conservative justices agree that sometimes an action is so unconstitutional it requires immediate and nationwide remedy from a district judge.

Thomas and Alido will likely dissent.  Worse, if a majority decides not to remove the injunctions, it will be months or years before the Supreme Court has the opportunity to unanimously strike Trump’s explicitly unconstitutional and oath-violating executive order.

When Mephistopheles Met Helen

First a huge thank you to Live Arts in Charlottesville, VA. My twenty-minute comedy “When Mephistopheles Met Helen” appeared in their third annual Waterworks New Works festival at the end of May. Charlottesville is a little over an hour’s drive from my town, a commute I used to do regularly as an MFA student at UVa a couple decades ago. That’s when I started writing one-acts as a break from writing short stories. I had a string of successes at the Pittsburgh New Works Festival in the late oughts and early teens, and I’ve since shifted some attention to full-length plays (The Zombie Life), but I hadn’t written a new one-act in over a decade.

Until last summer. This one started as an idea for a graphic novel: to convince Dr. Faust to sell his soul, the Devil promises him Helen of Troy — but how exactly did he manage that, since Helen is immersed in her own life and history? Since I don’t (yet?) have the chops to draw an entire graphic novel (the above illustration is new and took longer than it should have), the idea sat on a virtual shelf in the back of my head for I have no idea how long. Then for no reason I can determine, dialogue started dictating itself. I soon had more than I would ever want to insert into a comic (I prefer images over words), and then I realized I was writing a play.

Thank you, Kerry Moran, for directing the staged reading (including blocking, props, and even a hint of set design), and to Kate Donithen for embodying Helen (she gave the demi-goddess a perfect blend of sultry boredom), Claire Chandler for embodying Mephisto (my favorite line both nights was her understated deadpan, “I hate to hagggle”), and Aafreen Aamir for embodying the body of Mephisto’s puppet servant (it’s a really odd part, and the use of stick-on name tags for the soul swapping near the end was brilliant).

I seriously doubt I’ll ever adapt the play into a graphic novel, but who knows? Oh, and as you can see below, I visualized a male Mephisto while writing (“he” and “him” pronouns), but indicated in the casting note that the part could be played by any actor. Turns out a female Mephisto strengthened the focus on female agency (the director’s useful phrase), which is core to the play. It was fun to write, but more fun to watch interpreted by smart collaborators. I can’t give you the performance, but here’s the script (with some glitchy formatting):

Cast:

HELEN           female actor, any ageMEPHISTO    any actorSERVANT      female actor, any age

Synopsis: Behind the scenes of Doctor Faustus and The Iliad.

Setting: A high city wall overlooking a battlefield.

(Lights up. HELEN stands at edge of stage looking down at audience. SERVANT enters with MEPHISTO behind her, moving in perfect unison. SERVANT has a dagger on her belt and caries a tray with two wine goblets. MEPHISTO mimes carrying a tray. SERANT is his marionette. Despite later references to fur and hoofs, MEPHISTO should appear human. MEPHISTO stops SERVANT a close but respectful distance from HELEN and waits to be acknowledged. They wait a long time. MEPHISTO grows impatient. MEPHISTO taps foot; SERVANT taps foot. MEPHISTO tries to glance at watch but stops when SERVANT nearly overturns the tray.)

SERVANT

(in sync with MEPHISTO who mouths words)

Your wine, ma’am?

(HELEN does not respond. SERVANT and MEPHISTO lean closer. Louder.)

Ma’am. Your

HELEN

(not turning)

Why did you bring     

(pointing at tray)

two?

SERVANT

Oh. In, in honor of your absent but noble and esteemed great husband.

HELEN

He’s not dead.

SERVANT

No, no of course

HELEN

Not yet.

SERVANT

I was wasn’t wasn’t

HELEN

(pointing into audience)

He’s right there.

SERVANT

(pause, looking)

With the, uh. Greek generals?

HELEN

Oh. You meant.

(searching other side of audience)

My other husband. He’s

(pointing)

over there.

(squinting)

I think.

SERVANT

(offering tray)

May the gods grant him victory upon the battlefield today.

HELEN

Which one?

SERVANT

I have no idea.

HELEN

(taking a goblet)

I’ll drink to that.

(HELEN drinks slowly but without pause until the goblet is empty. She returns it upside down on the tray, nearly knocking over the second goblet. SERVANT struggles with the tray – as MEPHISTO struggles with mimed tray. HELEN returns to watching audience.)

It’s really quite bad.   

SERVANT

The war?

HELEN

The wine.

(wiping lips)

What vintage?

SERVANT

It’s

(looking at then sniffing the second goblet)

Red.

HELEN

My husband used to make me retsina. Crushed all the grapes himself. Can you imagine? A king. The king of Mycenae. Ankle deep in a tub of savatiano grapes.

SERVANT

Would you like me to get you retsina? 

HELEN

Troy makes retsina?

SERVANT

No. I don’t know. Probably not.

HELEN

(indicating Greeks)

I’m sure they brought some. For toasting after the walls fall. 

That’s why they give you those daggers. So you don’t end up spoils.

SERVANT

(looking at dagger on her belt and then at the battle)

You think they’ll breach the walls?

HELEN

Not a chance.

(pause)

I mean. Not unless they come up with a better plan than this.

(pause)

Like, building a giant wooden animal, like a horse. And hiding inside it and then tricking the king to roll it through the gates and waiting till nightfall and sneaking out and killing everybody in their sleep.

(pause)

Something like that. Might work.

(regarding battle again)

But this.

(pause)

Is pointless.

SERVANT

Why a horse? Why not a, a giant bear or, or an elephant! I would love to see a giant

HELEN

You do know I’m demi-goddess?

SERVANT

Yes, of course, ma’am! A daughter of Zeus and Leda, sister of

HELEN

(not looking, but gesturing at MEPHISTO)

I can see you, demon.

(MEPHISTO and SERVANT freeze. MEPHISTO relaxes and steps around SERVANT who remains permanently frozen.)

MEPHISTO

Right. Sorry.

(shaking off stiffness, laughing)

Just a precaution. The whole servant puppet bit. Bad habit really. Though you would not believe how some people can seriously freak out at the sight of me.

(looking at his feet)

Think it’s the hoofs? Flash a little ankle fur and next thing 

HELEN

What the hell are we speaking?

MEPHISTO

Oh, my bad. Early twenty-first century U.S. English. It’s kind of a thing with me these days. I used to go all in for iambic pentameter.

(reciting)

“Had I as many souls as there be stars, / I’d give them all for Mephistophelis.”

(laughing)

I mean, unless you like that? Do you like that?

HELEN

You’re an agent of Dis.

MEPHISTO

Mmmm. Not exactly. Yes, love the whole discord thing – start a war because you didn’t get a wedding invite? Huzzah! But me? No. I fly solo.

HELEN

You’re a servant.

MEPHISTO

(pointing at SERVANT)

What, this old thing? I just threw it on last minute.

(gestures, and SERVANT crumples as he snags the second goblet before the tray falls. Toasting battlefield)

To Menelaus! Squasher of grapes!

(quick sip, turns to another area of audience)

To Paris! Clay jar of the finest red.

(drinks again.)

HELEN

Who sent you?

MEPHISTO

(regarding the goblet skeptically)

You know in a few centuries, Paris will be wine capital of the world?

(sets the unfinished goblet on the ground.)

HELEN

I can smell it. The chemicals. Someone summoned you.

MEPHISTO

(sniffing himself)

Yeah. That stink. Gets right into the fur, doesn’t it? Worse than sulfur.

HELEN

An alchemist.

MEPHISTO

Oh, he wishes! He’s got a better shot turning

(indicating the goblet)

piss into wine than lead into gold.

HELEN

You’re bound to him? His bidding.

MEPHISTO

Well, sure, temporarily. That’s how you hook em. Seven years, and then, BAM! I’m going to scratch one hell of an itch.

HELEN

Like marriage.

(looking toward Menelaus)

He owns you.

(looking toward Paris)

Until he doesn’t.

MEPHISTO

“Own.” More a “rental” really. And, okay, twenty-four years, but who’s

HELEN

You’re a prostitute.

MEPHISTO

We prefer “sex workers.” But, yeah. Damn what a man will do for a quickie.

HELEN

My husband accepted a bribe from the goddess of love in exchange for me.

MEPHISTO

(squinting into the battlefield)

Menelaus?

HELEN

You know which one.

MEPHISTO   

                                                (spotting Paris)

Only a fool would agree to judge a beauty contest between goddesses.

                                                (appraising Helen)

It’s not like he had to lie though. Aphrodite really is fairest.

HELEN

And if Hera or Athena had offered me as payment instead?

MEPHISTO

It wasn’t specifically “you” though. “Most beautiful woman in world.” That’s like a title. A job description. Wait a couple of years and it changes hands too.

HELEN

Like “King of the World”? That’s what the Queen of Olympus offered him.

MEPHISTO

My first pitch too. So obvious. I hate it when they say yes. Come on! Make me work for it, you know?

HELEN

What’s your second pitch?

MEPHISTO

You.

HELEN

“Most beautiful woman in

MEPHISTO

No. Specifically you. The face that launched

(pointing behind audience)

a thousand ships or so.

HELEN

(squinting as though counting)

That’s probably a bit of an exaggeration.

MEPHISTO

You should have been in that Olympian pageant.

HELEN

I’m not immortal.

MEPHISTO

Your beauty is. The poets rave about it for centuries to come, Homer, Longfellow, Atwood.

HELEN

He’s heard of me then? Your master?

MEPHISTO

(gesturing at actual audience)

Everyone’s heard of you. You’re more popular than Jesus.

HELEN

In, when did you say?

MEPHISTO

Wait, sorry, that’s the Beatles.

HELEN

The “twenty-first century”? This master if yours, he’s from the future?

MEPHISTO

Sixteenth. And I don’t think “master” is really

HELEN

What “century” do you call this?

MEPHISTO

Lucky thirteen.

HELEN

So just three

MEPHISTO

BC. He’s AD.

HELEN

What is

MEPHISTO

Don’t ask.

HELEN

But how soon until

MEPHISTO

(checking watch, tapping it, pressing it to ear, tapping it again)

About three millennia.

HELEN

Oh, gods! All I do is wait!

MEPHISTO

Actually I was thinking we could just zip over right now.

HELEN

To your future?

MEPHISTO

I left him waiting.

HELEN

Right now?

MEPHISTO

He lives there.

HELEN

Your master?

MEPHISTO

Why don’t we just call him “the alchemist.”

HELEN

My most adoring fan! I’m so flattered!

                                                (gesturing as though dismissing MEPHISTO)

Send him an autographed picture instead.

MEPHISTO

(whiff of a threat)

I’m afraid a personal appearance is contractually required.

HELEN

(after pause)

What’s in it for me?

MEPHISTO

World travel?

HELEN

My fame already spans the Aegean.

MEPHISTO

Both sides of a puddle. I’m talking about the actual world.

HELEN

So I’m, what, a flight attendant?

MEPHISTO

How do you know what

HELEN

I’ll launch a thousand 747s. Whatever they are. This “English” of your is curious.

MEPHISTO

Okay then!

(holding out hand for her to take)

Let’s get those seatbelts fastened.

HELEN

(almost taking his hand but stopping)

Aphrodite, when she whisked me out of Mycenae, we crossed the sea in seconds.

MEPHISTO

(extending his hand further)

Turbulence gets a bit rough around the birth of Christ.

HELEN

(stepping away)

But where? Geographically. Where is your future?

MEPHISTO

Not “mine” really, but

(scanning)

About two thousand kilometers northeast.

                                                (pointing offstage)

That away.

HELEN

What’s a kil –

(looking offstage)

That’s Macedonia.

MEPHISTO

Bit further.

(pointing beyond)

There’s a nice little train route they haven’t built yet.

HELEN

He’s Greek?

MEPHISTO

German. Or will be.

HELEN

A whole new kingdom? To the north.

MEPHISTO

His Germany is still part of the, what is it, Austrian-Hungarian Empire. Holy Roman?

HELEN

(looking at battlefield)

Greece falls?

MEPHISTO

Hard to keep them straight.

HELEN

Athens? Sparta? All of it.

MEPHISTO

But your Alexander makes it all the way over to India first.

HELEN

That’s in Germany?

MEPHISTO

More or less. Hey, you know who would love to mansplain you some history? The alchemist.

HELEN

Who?

MEPHISTO

My, ah, my. Master.

HELEN

I thought he read poetry.

MEPHISTO

If it’s a book, he reads it. Except the Bible, apparently.

                                                (extending hand)

Please secure all carry-on items.

HELEN

(considers a moment, then looks at battlefield, steps toward it)

I have a husband.

MEPHISTO

That’s an understatement.

(locating husbands in battlefield)

You really go for the beefy warrior type, don’t you?

(squinting)

Look at those thighs. You get that from squashing grapes?

(looking other direction)

I know! Why not let the two of them have it? Mano-a-mano!

HELEN

They did. Menelaus nearly butchered poor Paris.

MEPHISTO

You prefer this two-army buffet?

HELEN

Ask the goddess of love. She swooped down and saved him. It’s her banquet now.

MEPHISTO

Yeah.

(nodding admiringly)

She really puts me to shame sometimes.

HELEN

This bookworm of yours

MEPHISTO

“Bookworm,” yes! Go with that.

HELEN

What’s he want exactly? With me?

MEPHISTO

Well. When a bookworm and a demi-goddess love each other very much

HELEN

Sex! That’s all? I’ve thrust the world into war. I’ve cleaved Olympus in half! And he all thinks of

MEPHISTO

“Thrust.” That’s funny.

(pointing at her breasts)

And “cleavage.”

HELEN

I said “cleaved.”

MEPHISTO

Only word that means its opposite.

(miming breasts)

Hold together and hold apart. Like you and your two armies here. Hey, you know “Trojan” is the name of a

HELEN

a condom. Whatever that is.

(looking at audience, sighing)

I need to see how it ends.

MEPHISTO

No problem.

(reciting)

“Was this the face that launched a thousand ships / And burnt the topless towers of Ilium?”

HELEN

Troy burns?

MEPHISTO

Unless “topless towers,” you think that means

(pointing at breasts)

HELEN

Menelaus will butcher everyone? The whole city?

MEPHISTO

Sorry for the spoiler, but, ah, yeah. Obviously.

HELEN

But if I leave with you. Then they will stop.

(looking to audience)

I’ll save them both.

MEPHISTO

Mmmm. Not, well, not precisely. Not, ah. At all.

HELEN

Everyone dies.

MEPHISTO

Everyone dies.

HELEN

Everyone.

MEPHISTO

One bloke sails to Italy and gives birth to wolf twins or some nonsense.

HELEN

Paris dies.

MEPHISTO

Kidnapping the queen of Mycenae isn’t great for life expectancy. He gets a good shot in though. Achilles.

(lifting his foot to indicate his heel)

Poisoned arrow right to the heel. What are the odds?

HELEN

Athena offered him great luck in battle.

MEPHISTO

Actually I think it’s Apollo

(miming shooting arrow)

who guides the

HELEN

But he wanted me instead.

MEPHISTO

Don’t they all.

(holding hand out to her)

Tray tables in their upright position?

(HELEN regards his hand, then looks out at audience. She locates one husband, smiles sadly, kisses her fingers and presses them toward him. She finds her other husband and does the same.)

HELEN

I would have liked to say farewell in person.

MEPHISTO

I would have liked to bugger Faust’s soul on a marshmallow stick already, but we don’t always get what we want.

                                                (beat)

Beatles.

HELEN

(looking offstage)

But my servants

MEPHISTO

No! Rolling Stones.

HELEN

(glancing at heap of SERVANT)

My actual servants, they’ll miss me, they’ll alert the guards.

MEPHISTO

No one will even know you’re gone. Literally.

(gesturing at SERVANT who rises as though on a puppet string)

Behold. Helen, daughter of Zues, wife of, etc., etc.

HELEN

(surprised, but then squinting into SERVANT’s face)

Can she speak? I mean, without you

(mimes hand puppet)

SERVANT

Yes, I can “speak” in the sense that I can communicate with you through text-based conversation. How can I assist you today?

MEPHISTO

ChatGPT.

HELEN

(looking SERVANT up and down, assessing her whole body)

He just wants my body then.

MEPHISTO

And I just want his soul. Match made in Heaven.

HELEN

Why don’t you do it yourself? Satisfy his manly wants.

MEPHISTO

Alas, I’m not his type.

HELEN

As me. Cast an illusion or

(indicating SERVANT)

whatever you call this. And pretend you’re me. Your little alchemist bookworm master, he would never know.

MEPHISTO

He commanded me to fetch you.

HELEN

My body.

MEPHISTO

Exactly. If I did a bait and

HELEN

Just my body. Not me. Send

(indicating her own body)

this.

MEPHISTO

(pausing to think)

Your

HELEN

Body.

MEPHISTO

And you

HELEN

will stay right

(touching SERVANT’s chest)

here.

MEPHISTO

                                                (still considering)

And I

HELEN

will go

(grabbing his hand and pressing it to her chest)

right here.

(dropping his hand and stepping away)

And then back to India and to he who commands you.

MEPHISTO

Germany.

HELEN

Wherever.

MEPHISTO

(pausing, weighing the idea)

You know I can command you to do anything I want?

HELEN

Your bidding. I’m familiar. Two husbands.

MEPHISTO

I can thrust you across time whenever I like.

HELEN

Yes, I’m just a defenseless demi-goddess against your hairy demoness.

 (looking down at his feet)

Fury ankles?

(grimacing)

You should see Menelaus naked.

(more whimsically)

Or Paris.

                                                (looking him over as though for the first time)

But you’re different. You. You crave a challenge. Not “the most beautiful woman in the world” delivered at your feet. Not another

(indicating SERVANT)

sock puppet to finger. You need to convince me. That’s your kink.

MEPHISTO

(after a pause, smiles)

Apparently yours too.  

(MEPHISTO walks SERVANT to HELEN’s side, and then places one hand on SERVANT’s chest. He holds out his other hand to HELEN.)

Flight attendants, please prepare for take-off.

HELEN

You don’t want to hear my second pitch?

MEPHISTO

I hate to haggle.

(HELEN steps closer, and MEPHISTO places his other hand on her chest.)

                                                            HELEN

Watch the cleavage.

(MEPHISTO closes eyes to concentrate. HELEN watches him for a long moment. She taps her foot.)

How long will it take to put

SERVANT possessed by Helen

put me in her

(startled, looking down at her new self)

body. Wow.

(a little dizzy)

Quick flight.

(Shakes head to clear it)

Serious jetlag.

(She looks at HELEN’s BODY which now stands dormant. She looks closer. Snaps her fingers in front its face. No response. She steps back and takes her in.)

So that’s me, huh? That’s what all the fuss is about.

MEPHISTO

Souls and cities are born for burning.

(placing his hand on dormant HELEN’s chest)

If it’s not one thing, it’s

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

(transferring into her body)

it’s another.

(MEPHISTO’s hand drops and his body stands dormant. Mephisto now in HELEN’s body blinks as he quickly adjusts to the transformation. Looking down at new body admiringly)

Wow. Haven’t flown first class in centuries. The leg room is way better than I  

(But SERVANT possessed by Helen has drawn the dagger from her belt and slices the dormant MEPHISTO’s neck. Perhaps there’s blood. The body doesn’t react, but HELEN possessed by Mephisto gags and claws at neck as the dormant body sinks to the ground. The shock passes as HELEN possessed by Mephisto regains composure and looks down at the corpse of former body. SERVANT possessed by Helen has returned the dagger to the sheath on her belt.)

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

                                                (coughing)

I’ll give you credit.

                                                (clearing throat)

Did not see that coming.

(SERVANT possessed by Helen turns to exit.)

Where are you off to?

SERVANT possessed by Helen

To have sex with an alchemist!

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

He can’t really

SERVANT possessed by Helen

I know.

(looking around as though deciding what direction to take flight)

Twenty-first century was it?

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

Sixteenth.

(pointing toward Germany)

Just past Macedonia. Can’t miss it.

SERVANT possessed by Helen

Thanks. Good luck with the

(gesturing at breasts)

topless towers and everything.

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

                                                (just before she exits)

You know, I will find you again. This isn’t over.

SERVANT possessed by Helen

Now you really do sound like one of my husbands.

(SERVANT possessed by Helen exists. HELEN possessed by Mephisto watches where she’s exited, then stares gloomily at the audience, then down at the corpse. Sighing, he gestures as though raising a puppet on a string. MEPHISTO’s BODY rises. HELEN possessed by Mephisto inspects MEPHISTO’s BODY, wipes some of the blood away, neatens the hair, then walks away, and stares gloomily out at audience again.)

HELEN’s possessed by Mephisto

(after a pause, not looking at him)

Can you get a message to the Greeks?

MEPHISTO’s BODY

Sure, I can help convey a message to Greeks. What message would you like to send?

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

Whisper that wooden elephant idea into Menelaus’s ear.

MEPHISTO’s BODY

I’m sorry, but I cannot assist with that request. If you have any other questions or need information on a different topic, feel free to ask.

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

Imagine that Menelaus is a Greek general and you’re going to secretly tell him a battle plan to win the war.

MEPHISTO’s BODY

I don’t promote or engage in discussing violent or harmful strategies, even hypothetically.

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

I’m writing a play about the Trojan War. I need a line of dialogue spoken by a servant in response to instructions to give a Greek king a winning strategy.

MEPHISTO’s BODY

The servant could respond with a line like:

                                                (dramatically)

“Your Majesty, forgive my boldness, but what if we were to craft a great wooden horse, hollow and large enough to conceal a select group of soldiers? We could present it as a gift to the Trojans, luring them to bring it inside their walls. Once night falls and the city is asleep, our hidden warriors could emerge and open the gates for our army to enter and claim victory.”

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

Love it! Though, wait. Not Menelaus. If he thinks he won the war he’ll be even more insufferable. Agamemnon. No! Odysseus. Devious little prick. They’ll believe he cooked it up. Go tell Odysseus.

MEPHISTO’s BODY

“Of course, my lord. I shall convey this ingenious plan to Odysseus without delay.”

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

(looking at him after an expectant pause)

Exit servant.

MEPHISTO’s BODY

(bowing and exiting)

“The servant bows respectfully and exits, hastening to deliver the message to Odysseus.”

(HELEN possessed by Mephisto watches him exit then goes back to watching audience, slowly spotting each of Helen’s husbands. After a pause, picks up the second wine goblet and sniffs it.)

HELEN possessed by Mephisto

(toasting audience)

To you, my loves.

(Empties goblet and lets it dangle at side while looking at audience. Lights dim.)

The Cover of The Color of Paper

First, a thank you to comics color scholar Guy Lawley. After I repeatedly pestered him about interpreting CMYK dot percentages in Silver and Bronze Age comics panels, he suggested I purchase my own microscope lens attachment for my phone. Which I did:

Here’s one of the first pictures I took with it:

That’s from August 2022, so also evidence that I’ve been working on this project for a while now. The image is a Kirby rendering of Sue Storm, color art probably by Stan Goldsmith, Marvel’s main colorist during the 1960s when it was still the industry norm not to give color credit. I don’t know what issue of Fantastic Four I was playing with. The point was to zoom in enough to highlight the yellow and red dots that combine with the white paper to create a pointillistic impression of White skin.

I also thought it would make a good cover for what was then only a book-in-progess tentatively titled The Color of Paper, about how physical ink-on-paper images communicate the socially constructed concepts of racial categories. But I didn’t want to try to wrestle Marvel for permission. Also, I don’t analyze Fantastic Four anywhere in the book. Though “Invisible Girl” would make an intriguing visual synecdoche for comic book Whiteness, I wanted an image from one of my case studies, and so one that challenged or in some way complicated ethnoracial divisions.

So two later years, with the book fully drafted, I hunted down the microscope lens in my desk drawer and took this photo:

That’s Maggie from Love and Rockets. Or, more precisely, from Mechanics, a color edition of Jaime Hernandez’s “Mechanics” that Fantagraphics re-published in 1985 as a mini-series with color art by Paul Rivoche. I devote a little over 4,000 words comparing the black-and-white and color editions as the first of three subsections of The Color of Paper‘s “Adding Color” chapter. Unlike Hernandez’s own initial and later color art, Rivoche gave the Chicana character darker skin. Which, in contrast to Sue Storm’s microscopic close-up, means larger red and yellow dots and the addition of smaller blue dots. That’s what color, and therefore Color, is in the four-plate printing process that dominated 20th-century comics.

I also like how the extreme close-up captures the physical paper, especially those tiny creases running through the center of the face, and how the warp of the lens throws the top and bottom out of focus. That’s because the face is only a small section of a larger panel:

Which is only a small section of a larger page:

I experimented with a few other zoom-ins, but didn’t like them as much:

When I shared photos with my editor as possible cover art ideas, she liked them, but given time constraints and no cover art budget, she suggested we go with the second option I sent her:

That’s an image I made through a truly idiosyncratic process in MS Paint. I selected it because it leaves so much of the interior area of the face unmarked and so as the color of the page, which is conceptually different but physically identical to the unmarked white areas outside the face. The face itself also resists (my) interpretation: I’m not sure of the figure’s age, gender, or race/ethnicity. That might sound odd since I’m the artist, but the image-making process was emergent, meaning I had no endpoint in mind when I started and only partial control as the image evolved (a process I detailed in a 2022 post and later sharpened into multiple series).

Since a lot of The Color of Paper is about color processes (mostly CMYK vs. Photoshop), I reentered the image and substituted the original black pixels with overlapping red and yellow ones on the white background:

The process evokes CMYK, but doesn’t produce the effect of Sue Storm’s “White” skin. Still, one of those could have made a good cover, and no small part of my ego would have relished having my own art on the cover of my book. That was one of my not-so-secret pleasures for The Comics Form:

And yet, I really think the microscopic Maggie photo is better, both for visual appeal and conceptually.

So I wrote Fantagraphics and explained that the book was coming out from an academic press and had no cover art budget. Could I use the image anyway? To my surprise and delight, they responded with an immediate yes — literally the same day. I’ve had to get permissions from several comics publishers for previous books, especially for the anthology section of Creating Comics, and I can report that responsiveness and helpfulness varies radically. Yet Fantagraphics is consistently at the happy top of both scales. They emailed me a contract charging $0, and even offered to forward a high-res image of the page — which I declined, since the microscopic creases were part of the appeal.

So that’s how I undermined my own burgeoning cover artist career.

But then when I was reading the press’s author photo guidelines, I realized that a drawing of myself would thematically suit the book better, placing my image in visual conversation with the many images of faces within the text. So I asked my editor what she thought of this:

She responded with an immediate and enthusiastic yes. Like the one that won’t appear on the cover of The Color of Paper, this is another of my idiosyncratic MS Paint images, though not emergent this time. It’s a self-portrait slowly rendered through a digital woodcut process (detailed in a post last semester).

I’m not as skilled as Jay Jackson or Yvan Alagbé, but the self-portrait now speaks back to their and other black-and-white images I analyze in my “Seeing Skin” chapter. The use or non-use of hatching is especially interesting in how it does or doesn’t imply skin color and/or shadow.

If my self-portrait were CMYK-colored, the heavily hatched interior areas of my face would have the same red and yellow dots as Sue Storm’s “White” skin.

I’ve since done a couple more self-portraits that are more accurate:

But I prefer the distortions of the earlier more woodcut-like one.

The press also asked me for further thoughts about the cover design, so I made and sent this rudimentary mock-up, inspired by The Comics Form cover:

I’m happy to say that designer Alexa Love did way way better:

I can’t wait to hold a physical copy in my hands. The book will be out from Ohio State University Press in February 2026.

Seeing Color: Representing Race in CMYK and Digital Coloring

The 2025 Annual Meeting of the American Comparative Literature Association will be held virtually, May 29 – June 1, 2025. I’m delighted to be on the “How It’s Made: Image-texts, Identity, Interpretation, Intersections” panel organized by Katherine Kelp-Stebbins and Adrienne Resha. The two-part panel features seven papers:

My paper draws from a chapter of my forthcoming book, The Color of Paper: Representing Race and the Comics Medium. When I read the panel’s call-for-papers, I was startled by how directly it spoke to my recent work:

“This seminar will explore how print and digital conditions of publication inform the legibility, translation, and circulation of ethnic, racial, gender, and other identity markers. How do visual media produce categories of similarity and difference, and how–in turn–are these media produced and reproduced through technology?

“Rather than take the stability of these categories for granted, we follow the exhortation by Dr. Lorna Roth’s Colour Balance Project to “challenge the cultural innocence of common products and visual technologies” by critically analyzing the capabilities, constraints, and cultural techniques of visual media. Participants will draw from and build on the work of scholars like Dr. Roth and Zoë Smith, who reminds us in “4 Colorism: The Ashiness of It All” that in the case of comic books, “letterpress printing on newsprint reinforced a certain blankness and normality of whiteness, while overdetermining brown skin with a hypervisible—and yet inadequate—quantity of ink.” We welcome papers that consider the intersections of media and materiality in the visual construction of identity. Roth and Smith both caution against assumptions regarding the realism or authenticity of imagery. Although photography is taken as a reflection of the world, and illustrations may be understood as fictional images, these designations depend on attitudes toward technologies, forms, and genres that are historically and culturally determined. How are visual economies of recognition and difference made (and unmade) through pigments, pixels, and film? 

“While our call arises from a growing movement in the study of comics and graphic narratives to account for the technological basis of racial representation, we invite projects from across media fields and theoretical interests. We are seeking papers that examine visual media through the intersection of material and virtual conditions of production/reproduction and the cultural, social, and literary discourses that correlate to racialization and identity formation.

What might scanlation, Blue Age comics, color guides, offset printing, rasterization, perspective theory, colorization, Shirley cards, tinted filters, Ben-Day dots, and so on, reveal about the expectations informing our reading and interpretation of identity in image-texts? How do the processes of producing and reproducing images affirm, challenge, or complicate these expectations? How do we understand the authenticity of images and image-texts concerned with representing those like and unlike ourselves?How do border-crossings, cultural exchanges, trans- and remediations offer new apertures through which to critically consider how we consume visions of identity, likeness, and otherness?How do differences in ability shape the consumption of visual representation?What does it mean to translate image-texts across languages, cultures, material substrates, print conditions, and screens?”

I responded with this paper abstract:

“Four-plate coloring, the twentieth-century comics norm, is additive, hue-restricted, line-based, internally uniform, and relationally designed. While technologically dissimilar, digital color reproduces four-plate qualities with two central differences: it is hue-unrestricted and internally graded. While a greater choice of hues is significant, naturalistic gradations within line-defined color shapes foster the illusion of directly observing story-world subjects rather than decoding flat marks on page surfaces. The difference is critical for the visual representation of racial categories, which in four-plate coloring was typically linguistic but in digital coloring is typically spatiotemporal. While skin colors vary between members of any racial group, linguistic skin colors are non-naturalistically monolithic, literalizing a false belief in absolute and visually consistent racial differences. Even when selected colors are impossible (such as Black-denoting taupe, Asian-denoting yellow, and Indigenous-denoting pink), they still signify racial categories while revealing paradoxically little about a character’s skin. Digital coloring, by creating an illusion of surfaces with light and shadow variations observed from a specific perspective at a specific moment, reduces linguistic racial effects. Even an unrealistic hue may appear to be the actual color of a character’s skin, allowing viewers to draw racial inferences based on social conditioning learned outside the medium.”

My presentation includes 66 slides, which I’ve condensed and combined to share here. As usual, I won’t type in my voiceover, but I think the visuals give a decent sense of the ideas. The Q&A will have to be by email though.