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Using common house paint, self-taught artist Ellis Ruley created colorful works that transcended his artistic inexperience. Sadly, though, following his mysterious death inRuley and his art slunk into oblivion.


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I stopped short.

She dropped out of school in 8th grade and got married. The word had been given no special weight among the rest. The police came.

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I let it slide. She came to my track meets. So did other members of my family, concerned about me. What continues will escalate.

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Cocooned inside the top of his cab, I watched the world go by as we passed tall green trees and crossed state lines. Women on the block were drawn to him. Then my new stepfather pulled my mother onto his lap. She had three children. We had no black kids, no Jewish kids and one Asian girl, Thanh, who had just transferred in. Thanh was my other friend. I loved her. They prayed for him. Then he laughed heartily, breaking the spell. He sang the loudest as I blew out the candles on my birthday cake. I blinked. He bought me every tacky souvenir I wanted, taught me how to use his CB radio and he never had one drink.

He was a truck driver.

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My mother and I behaved like divorced parents who only spoke because of the kids. I skateboarded to my job working nights at Burger King to pay the rent. He liked to drink. A man. A pool party. He taught them to love Jesus and he beat them across the back of the legs with a switch to keep them in line. Bigger than the one I had. When she returned home she had a shaved head with stitches crisscrossing like railroad tracks. Men liked his sense of humor, bold and crass. This was her third marriage. I was eight years old. For the first time in my life, I did not live in my own house.

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He had paid for it. I held a knife to the back of his neck. Even though it was my birthday, the charismatic stepfather was the center of attention. It was easy for him to do. My mother would let me know when my stepfather was gone and I would pick up my little sisters and take them to the park. The same smile of kindness on their faces that I saw on the locksmith in New Orleans. They grew up in a cramped two bedroom house with no electricity.

They looked like normal kid ears to me.

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Shows us pictures of all you kids. I was a brand new teenager and he was a brand new stepfather. He put his large hand over her vagina, twisting her bathing suit bottoms in his hand, wriggling for the right fit, like fingers in a bowling ball. He was big, strong, virile. People can surprise you. She fought him off when he tried to rape her in a shared bed. What we allow will continue. He drank some more.

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Her green eyes hardened. He told me I could take whatever I could fit into one suitcase. She pointed out a little black boy my age who was shopping with his mom. His skin white, his belly thick, his hands bruised and scarred.

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She looked down, at her bare feet, and stayed very still. She was small, blonde, like me. At 16, she gave birth to my father. Five-foot-two and blonde. He was white. Our school was half-Mexican, half-white. A woman.

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My mother was 31 years old. He was taken to jail. The Devil got a hold of her older brother. And they knew mine.

It was a good week. Oh, does he brag about you.

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But when I saw her next, I blurted out what they said about Arleen. He stopped hitting her. Of course Arleen belongs here. Below me was a lush courtyard where weddings took place. My mother told me he was sorry and he promised he would never do it again. She was a round, cozy Latina, happy as a Buddha.

It was summer. He reached into his worn leather bag and withdrew a heavy deadbolt. He was missing a finger. When I was 15, my stepfather took me on a road trip.

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He held the room in his hands. It was my mother, after all, who rescued feral kittens and damaged people from alleys and gave them a home. What does that mean, I asked? When I was 16, my stepfather took a rotary dial telephone in his right hand, held my mother down with his left hand and bashed her repeatedly over the head. She was my best friend. Why is she different?

She said I could choose any friend I like and to fuck them. If I stood on my tiptoes, carefully leaned over the wooden dish rack with mismatched dishes and looked out my tiny kitchen window, I could see the Mississippi River. He knew the names of all the waitresses at truck stops.

Everything else, he reasoned, was his. Bathing suits, pimples and braces. I let him believe it was safe to speak to me that way.

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I was the oldest child and something had to give. I slept through the night. My mother left in an ambulance. I told her I was leaving. The place was the size of a postage stamp but it was all mine and it had an extraordinary view. And picked up a glass of wine. He wanted me to feel safe. I looked at my mother. So, she let it slide. She literally goes to the same school that I do.