Gloria didn’t understand how Miss Channing couldn’t see: it didn’t matter if a judge accepted her word—she could still talk to a reporter at the Gracetown Herald. She could mention it every time she ran into other white ladies in town, at the market, at the diner, at church, at the picture show. She could write it on a sign and carry it from one end of Main Street to the other. Someone would listen to a white woman, surely. Wouldn’t that stop some of the bar talk if white men’s wives took Papa’s side?
