THE WORLD ACCORDING TO FANNIE DAVIS My Mother’s Life in the Detroit Numbers By Bridgett M. Davis
“The World According to Fannie Davis” opens with an extraordinary story. The author, Bridgett M. Davis, recalls going to school in 1960s Detroit as a 6-year-old black girl. She brings her work to the front of the class for her teacher to inspect but the teacher, a white woman, has something else on her mind. “You sure do have a lot of shoes,” she says. She asks Davis what her parents do. Davis says her father “doesn’t work” and that she doesn’t know what her mother does. Her teacher then asks for an inventory of Davis’s shoes, and after the little girl stammers out a list she is told, “Ten pairs is an awful lot.” The next day, when Davis wears a pair she forgot to mention, the teacher snaps, “You didn’t mention you had white shoes.”
What makes this incident extraordinary is what happens next, when Davis reports it to her mother, the Fannie Davis of the book’s title. Fannie takes her daughter to Saks Fifth Avenue and buys her yet another pair of shoes, yellow patent leather ones that she pays for with a 0 bill. Bridgett notices that the white clerk looks at Fannie the way her teacher had looked at her. Fannie, unfazed, tells her daughter, “You’re going to wear these to school tomorrow. And you better tell that damn teacher of yours that you actually have a dozen pairs of shoes.” The teacher “never says another word” to Bridgett.
All of this is possible because Fannie is a numbers runner. “The fact that Mama gave us an unapologetically good life by taking others’ bets on three-digit numbers, collecting their money when they didn’t win, paying their hits when they did, and profiting from the difference, is the secret I’ve carried with me throughout my life,” Davis writes. “We lived well thanks to Mama and her numbers … My mother’s message to black and white folks alike was clear: It’s nobody’s business what I do for my children, nor how I manage to do it.” Fannie was able to buy the trappings of middle-class life while laying the foundation for generational wealth.
[ Read our review of Louise Meriwether’s acclaimed 1970 novel, “Daddy Was a Number Runner.” ]
Bridgett M. Davis is a novelist, screenwriter and creative writing professor. One of the running themes of her book is how her mother’s work made Davis’s current life possible. What her mother did was illegal, of course, and steeped in secrecy. Davis includes wonderful details about growing up as the daughter of a numbers runner — the coins she and her siblings had to roll, the way her mother counted cash so fast her hands were a blur. She also remembers her mother kept two pistols: one in her pocketbook, the other in the linen closet, “underneath the eyelet-trimmed sheets, lace tablecloth and linen napkins.”
Thrumming beneath every sentence is an important question: “Who gets to be lucky?” Our culture loves stories of the lucky criminal, the Mafioso who gets away with it all, but that person is usually a white man. We need more stories like Fannie’s — the triumph and good life of a lucky black woman in a deeply corrupt world.B:
生财有道孔雀【众】【人】【忙】【把】【他】【送】【往】【医】【院】，【一】【查】，【发】【现】【他】【得】【了】【癌】【症】。 【为】【了】【抑】【制】【他】【的】【病】【情】，【琳】**【忍】【下】【心】【肠】，【把】【公】【司】【股】【份】【全】【卖】【了】，【拿】【来】【给】【余】【云】【龙】【治】【病】。 【余】【云】【龙】【觉】【得】，【自】【己】【病】【时】【治】【不】【好】【的】【了】，【不】【想】【让】【他】【们】【再】【浪】【费】【钱】。 【此】【时】【他】【也】【意】【识】【到】，【儿】【子】【拒】【绝】【定】【亲】，【不】【是】【因】【为】【他】“【不】【孝】”……【他】【也】【只】【是】【想】【给】【自】【己】【的】【孩】【子】【一】【个】【选】【择】【权】【罢】【了】。 【余】【云】
【酒】【水】【摊】【老】【板】【长】【得】【再】【高】【大】，【也】【不】【过】【就】【是】【个】【普】【通】【地】【百】【姓】，【身】【材】【看】【着】【挺】【壮】，【力】【量】【很】【大】【地】【样】【子】。 【但】【在】【陆】【虎】【手】【里】【连】【边】【都】【没】【有】【近】，【就】【被】【陆】【虎】【一】【拳】【给】【打】【吐】【了】【血】。 【酒】【水】【摊】【老】【板】【觉】【得】【他】【的】【个】【子】【并】【不】【比】【陆】【虎】【小】，【力】【气】【也】【不】【比】【陆】【虎】【小】，【刚】【才】【被】【陆】【虎】【打】【中】【了】，【一】【定】【是】【侥】【幸】。 【酒】【水】【摊】【老】【板】【狠】【狠】【擦】【了】【把】【嘴】【边】【的】【血】，【然】【后】【抬】【拳】【再】【次】【照】【着】【陆】【虎】【的】
【今】【晚】，【云】【天】【阁】【雨】【落】【间】。 【宫】【雨】【珊】【站】【在】【门】【口】，【身】【穿】【龚】【希】【给】【她】【准】【备】【好】【的】【一】【件】【白】【色】【毛】【衣】，【一】【条】【裸】【粉】【色】【毛】【呢】【裙】，【双】【手】【紧】【攥】【衣】【角】，【内】【心】【痛】【苦】【不】【堪】。 【这】【次】【准】【备】【的】【衣】【服】【不】【同】【前】【两】【次】，【清】【爽】【温】【柔】，【暖】【和】【舒】【适】，【但】【是】【面】【对】【的】，【却】【即】【将】【是】【如】【那】【日】【晚】【上】【一】【般】【的】【不】【堪】，【肮】【脏】【和】【龌】【龊】。 【她】【原】【本】【下】【定】【了】【决】【心】，【拒】【绝】【这】【次】【应】【酬】，【但】【是】【龚】【希】【却】【告】【知】
【整】【个】【冬】【天】【苏】【沐】【阳】【再】【次】【失】【踪】，【在】【龙】【巢】【闭】【关】【修】【炼】【灵】【力】。【期】【间】【这】【个】【镜】【花】【缘】【都】【很】【消】【沉】，【几】【个】【高】【手】【都】【不】【在】，【以】【至】【于】【没】【有】【任】【何】【活】【动】，【遇】【到】【蓝】【龙】【也】【是】【被】【他】【们】【各】【路】【嘲】【讽】。 【终】【于】【又】【到】【了】【一】【年】【的】【启】【蒙】【日】，【春】【天】【开】【始】【没】【几】【天】，【紫】【堇】、【英】【格】【丽】【特】【就】【回】【来】【了】，【同】【时】【关】【于】【春】【狩】【的】【消】【息】【也】【正】【式】【放】【了】【出】【来】。 “【所】【有】【三】【级】【以】【上】【的】【同】【学】【都】【可】【以】【参】【加】【春】【狩】，