THE GREAT MacDADDY
by PAUL CARTER HARRISON
There is a moment in The Great MacDaddy when a group is seated around the table at Mother Faith's St. Louis boardinghouse playing cards.
An old man, gesturing with his half-pint of Imperial, harangues the assemblage in a woozily dis gusted lecture on black pride, or the lack of it. Infected by his rhythms, the card players and their women begin, raggedly at first, then with a soulful swell, to sing Amazing Grace, coloring the hymn with a chaotic ardor and subtlety that would surely alarm any white...