Alpha Omega M.D. – Episode #93
…The wedding of James and Abigail is one of the regions’ grander events and caps-off a summer of millennial nuptials…
Today is a good day to begin anew, a red letter day, making promises that you are expected to keep, be it to yourself or another.
Poor Abigail, if only she could be a fly on the wall or perhaps a tree. She may be more adamant about her betrothed stated devotion in the ceremony to come. She is about to become an innocent pawn in an ongoing game she does not know how to play.
Enough of the ignoble details. Nobody here would be interested… well, maybe they would, but for the purposes of propriety, ignorance is the watchword.
Reverend Watkins, a Negro preacher of some renown, brings the festivities to order by announcing, “This is a day that the Lord our God has ordained. We gather here, on this wonderful day, to join James and Abigail and Abigail to James, completing a union that is rooted from the first man and woman. But unlike Adam and Eve, the Mother and Father of us all, these young people will not taste of the forbidden fruit. They will treasure each other, like God treasures his creation.”
The reference to the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is the marker that set the liturgy in motion. James takes his place at the altar, watching the three sets of attendants, followed directly by his father. The congregation of accomplices is topped off by the most radiant bride anyone will ever see.
One and all are turned around in their chairs to watch the bride, craning to view and review. This is one of the regions’ grander events and caps-off a summer of new-millennial nuptials, reducing the others to insignificance,
Phoebe Love is one of those interested onlookers, seated alongside the Campbells. The Quincy mayor’s wife has not seen a single wedding this year. Neither have these elite attendees seen a Negro family, headed by Willy and Amanda, shoulder to shoulder with them—note: not in the rear of the back.
The Wilsons and Lewis accept this social integration, however grudgingly, ever so slightly squirming in their judgment chairs. It is hard to completely shed a century of prejudice, though they will keep wearing their game face.
Ironically, there is not a man or woman more genuinely happy to be there than Willy Campbell. He has watched the bride grow up, all the way from the tragic death of her mother at birth, up to the morning after the night of infamy, when they learned of her father’s unkind demise.
Alpha Omega M.D.