The Trees Quotes

“Everybody talks about genocides around the world, but when the killing is slow and spread over a hundred years, no one notices. Where there are no mass graves, no one notices. American outrage is always for show. It has a shelf life.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“You should know I consider police shootings to be lynchings”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Unknown Male is a name,” the old woman said. “In a way, it’s more of a name than any of the others. A little more than life was taken from them.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“History is a motherfucker,”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Babies are smarter than us. It seems they’re always trying to kill themselves. That’s why we have to watch them every second, so they don’t swallow nickels or drink weed killer or eat Tylenol like candy. Then we get stupid and want to live.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Less than 1 percent of lynchers were ever convicted of a crime. Only a fraction of those ever served a sentence. Teddy Roosevelt claimed the main cause of lynching was Black men raping White women. You know what? That didn’t happen.” “Why do you think White people are so afraid of that?” “Who knows. Sexual inadequacy, maybe. An amplification of their own desire to rape, which they did.” Mama Z puffed out smoke. “But I think rape was just an excuse.” “You think Whites are just afraid of Black men?” “I think it’s sport.” 73 Sheriff Red Jetty sat in a booth in the back of the Dinah.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“People should know, understand that not all Thursdays are the same.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“If you want to know a place, you talk to its history”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“So, you think somebody took his body?"

"Dead people don't walk," Jim said.

"Except for Jesus," Safer said.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Death is never a stranger. That’s why we fear it.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Like it say in the good book, what goes around comes around".
"What good book is that?" Charlene asked. "Guns and Ammo?”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“-She could have some crazy ass husband or boyfriend. You know, a stupid redneck with a gun.
-That's redundant.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“And they used to have cross burnin’s a lot more and family picnics and softball games and all such,’ said Donald. ‘I remember eatin’ cake next to that glowing cross. I loved my mama’s cake.’ ‘Yeah,’ several voiced their agreement. ‘We don’t do nothin’ now,’ a man complained. ‘I don’t even know where my hood is. I don’t even own a rope.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Is she now? I didn’t know the FBI investigated murders,” Mama Z said. “I thought such things were matters for local authorities.” “There might be some civil rights violations involved,” Hind said. “Whose civil rights?” “I don’t know yet.” “I ask because you have to have civil rights in order for the them to be violated.” Mama Z let that hang in the air. “I’m sorry. Forgive my manners. We can sit in here. Gertie, be a dear and make us some tea and bring some cookies. Make sure the cat doesn’t come in here and bother us.” Gertrude nodded. “I actually like cats,” Hind said. “This one sheds like crazy,” Mama Z said. “Your suit would be a mess before you could say, ‘Mississippi goddamn.’” She didn’t quite sing the words. “What is your last name, Mama Z?” Hind asked. “Everybody just calls me Mama Z.” “But for my notes.” “Lynch. My name is Adelaide Lynch.” To Gertrude, “Go get that tea, baby.” Gertrude left. “Where does the Z come in?” “I don’t quite remember,” the old woman said. “It’s easier to spell than Omega.” Mama Z looked Hind in the eye. “How old are you?” “One hundred and five.” “You look great. Moving around like this. Do you live alone?” “Yes.” “That’s amazing. What’s your secret?” “Venom.” “What?” Hind asked. “It’s what I call my nightly tea,” Mama Z said, then, conspiratorially, she added, “I mix it with bourbon.” “I see.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“What’s your dog’s name?” “Oh, he ain’t got no name.” “Why’s that?” “I don’t like names,” the man said, looking down at his pet. “How do you call it?” Jim asked. “Call it?”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Your book is very interesting," Mama Z said, "because you were able to construct three hundred and seven pages on such a topic without an ounce of outrage."

Damon was visibly bothered by this. "One hopes that dispassionate, scientific work will generate proper outrage.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“His last thought, if he was capable of one, might have been that those other brown people were onto something with that notion of karma. Whatever, there was no time to ask his Lawd God Jesus Almighty for forgiveness.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Money, Mississippi, looks exactly like it sounds. Named in that persistent Southern tradition of irony and with the attendant tradition of nescience, the name becomes slightly sad, a marker of self-conscious ignorance that might as well be embraced because, let’s face it, it isn’t going away. Just outside Money, there was what might have loosely been considered a suburb, perhaps even called a neighborhood, a not-so-small collection of vinyl-sided, split-level ranch and shotgun houses called, unofficially, Small Change. In one of the dying grass backyards, around the fraying edges of an empty aboveground pool, one adorned with faded mermaids, a small family gathering was happening. The gathering was neither festive nor special, but usual. It was the home of Wheat Bryant and his wife, Charlene. Wheat was between jobs, was constantly, ever, always between jobs. Charlene was always quick to point out that the word between usually suggested something at either end, two somethings, or destinations, and that Wheat had held only one job in his whole life, so he wasn’t between anything. Charlene worked as a receptionist at the Money Tractor Exchange J. Edgar Price Proprietor (the official business name, no commas), for both sales and service, though the business had not exchanged many tractors of late, or even repaired many. Times were hard in and around the town of Money. Charlene always wore a yellow halter top the same color as her dyed and poofed hair, and she did this because it made Wheat angry. Wheat chain-drank cans of Falstaff beer and chain-smoked Virginia Slims cigarettes, claiming to be one of those feminists because he did, telling his children that the drinks were necessary to keep his big belly properly inflated, and the smokes were important to his bowel regularity.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Jim and Ed picked up Gertrude at the Dinah after the lunch rush, such as it was. She sat in the middle of the rear seat and leaned forward.

"Sit back and fasten your belt," Ed said.

"So you're the one with kids," she said.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“No creo en ningún Dios. Es imposible sentarse aquí, tocar todas estas carpetas, leer todas las páginas y seguir creyendo en un dios.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Si queréis conocer un sitio, tenéis que hablar con su historia.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“What can you tell me about Money, Mississippi?” “Well, it’s chock-full of know-nothing peckerwoods stuck in the prewar nineteenth century and living proof that inbreeding does not lead to extinction,” Jim said. “No”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“What a fuckin' mess. A goddamn clusterfuck".
"Chief, is clusterfuck one word or two?" Jethro asked.
"What?"
"Never mind".
"Get back to the goddamn station".
"Yessir".”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“It’s just a motel. That’s what it is. That’s all it is,” Ed said. “People should rent out that very room and sleep in that very bed and step through that very door and stand on that balcony and realize what happened there. People should know, understand that not all Thursdays are the same.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Long time ago. It was their daddies who killed Emmett Till back in the fifties,” Hayes said.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Goddamnit, I hate murder more than just about anything,” said Sheriff Red Jetty. “It can just ruin a day.”
― Percival Everett, The Trees

“Money, Mississippi, looks exactly like it sounds.

Shall I stop him?”
― Percival Everett, The Trees