Romare Bearden, Mother and Child (1977)

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When they announced that the President was dead I lay my head on my desk and cried, at least a little bit.

I did it for two reasons. Because I believed I was expected to, and because my mother loved him.

So that it was at once an act of conformity to expectation and of generosity of spirit.

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