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My daughter called me last night and told me to go outside and look at the stars, because there was an alignment of the moon and two planets.
It was late. I stood on the sidewalk and looked up at the sky. I live in the bad side of my town.
A police car came by and pulled up next to the curb where I was standing, but the policeman didn’t say anything to me.
Across the street a black man was walking along with his head shrouded in a hood. As he passed, the police car pulled away and stopped on the other side of the street next to the man in the hood, but he just continued walking along. A moment later the car drove rapidly away, and at the corner put on its lights and siren. I wanted to shout over to the man in the hood, “Don’t you feel relieved?” But I didn’t.
I looked back at the moon, and at the aligned planets. I thought, “Yes, now I have the key!”:
All this is all in my picture. There is the key, and at the bottom there is myself, the black man, the police car and a tree. The moon and planets are there also but they are behind the key, so you cannot see them.
Dimensions: 5.25” x 3.75”
Materials: 23 K Gold, on prepared paper
Signature: An R in the bottom right and full signature on the back: Richard Britell , May 15, 2002
Collection: Don and Maggie Buchwald, NYC
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