Over twenty years after leaving Littleton and abandoning her mother's missionary zeal, and over a decade after renouncing her own missionary ambitions in order to pursue a more secular path, here she was with her little, dusty, tattered suitcase living a missionary's existence: traveling from one town to another preaching the “Gospel” of racial justice, and at times attempting, as she herself put it, to “pass a miracle.”89 Baker admitted, “I was the missionary type—I was on a crusade to save something.”90 But what was that “something”? And how would she ever succeed against such enormous odds?
