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artistic subject and streetscape, lyric and conversation. <strong>The</strong> spirituals, those ‘sorrow<br />

songs,’ also of course, captured black melancholy. 6<br />

Building on Holloway’s astute analysis in, this article’s formulation, the sounds of lynching,<br />

refers to the affective and psychic dynamics produced in response to and as a result<br />

of black death in both historical and artistic representations. Historically, the sound of<br />

lynching, to borrow from Fred Moten, could be best categorized as mo’nin’, a sound that<br />

registers and <strong>com</strong>municates mourning and pain. Cries of “have mercy,” the dead silence<br />

of shock and the gesticulations and heaving thrust of sounds that often ac<strong>com</strong>pany weeping,<br />

all qualify. In art, Billie Holiday’s weathered and sophisticated voice, a voice that<br />

sounds like it has “been through something,” heard in her rendition of Lewis Allen’s lyrics<br />

“Strange Fruit,” is the sound most readily associated with lynching. 7 In this article, I<br />

explain how Blues for Mister Charlie extends the literary history of representations of<br />

mo’nin’ by creating a voice that explains those losses in order to move from ghostly memory<br />

to the introjection of history, from the incorporation of loss to the “work of mourning.” 8<br />

<strong>The</strong> play represents some of the social, psychic, and historical legacies that could produce<br />

such ghastly sights and did produce such ghostly sounds and <strong>com</strong>ments on the relationship<br />

between those sounds and the process of historical narration.<br />

One of the final scenes of the play establishes the haunting quality of Richard’s voice<br />

and presents the social and cultural paradigms that his bold performance of black masculinity<br />

challenges. <strong>The</strong> play explains not only why Richard must die, but also why his<br />

death “marks panic.” Not the emergence of panic, especially since “panic had already<br />

led to the death of so many,” but a genuine sense of frantic urgency nonetheless. 9 Lyle<br />

describes this confrontation after his acquittal. Even after Lyle has killed Richard, even<br />

in death, he must continually remember Richard questioning him:<br />

RICHARD. Why have you spent so much time trying to kill me? Why are you always trying<br />

to cut off my cock? You worried about it? Why? (Lyle shoots again.) Okay. Okay. Okay.<br />

Keep your old lady home, you hear? Don’t let her near no nigger. She might get to like it.<br />

You might get to like it, too. Wow! (Richard falls). (120)<br />

Richard’s final spoken lines, in the play and in the chronology of his life, illuminate the<br />

investments Lyle has made to secure his ego. While Richard can physically die only<br />

once, he asks the question, “Why have you spent so much time trying to kill me?” <strong>The</strong><br />

ongoing process he identifies signals the perpetual threat he represents as black masculinity<br />

embodied. He continues: “Why are you always trying to cut off my cock?” His<br />

second question points to the threat of castration and highlights the way psychic and<br />

physical forms of castration collapse at the intersection of a particular black, male body<br />

to guard against the bold performance of black masculinity that Richard enacts and the<br />

subversive histories he echoes. Even though a distinction exists between the bodily<br />

penis and the symbolic phallus, “access to the phallus is still predicated upon possession<br />

of the penis.” 10 Moreover, the emphasis marked by italicizing “my” personalizes<br />

this memory and points to a specific voice that Lyle calls forth as he remembers<br />

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