A couple years ago Jude sent me his father’s wallet. Someone had given Jude the wallet about a decade after his father died and Jude mailed it to me for the documentary. Jude left his family and home as a 16-year-old to live in a psychiatric hospital across the lake where he finished high school. He went to LSU and then moved west, never to see his father again.

These are a few of the pictures that were in Julian Acers’ wallet:

In 2011, Jude told me:

There’s only one thing I remember when I was two or three or four years old. I remember a ship, a monstrous battleship in the distance, in the fog, I must have been two or three. That’s all I remember. And I remember also my mother, I didn’t know my mother was a drug addict but somehow my mother was taking care of me, and I remember we were going somewhere and the cab went down these long streets, I remember that, and strangely, I remember my being lifted upside down by my father or mother and given some kind of bath, I hope they weren’t sexually molesting me or whatever, but they were bathing me. I don’t remember any pain. But I remember being given a bath of some kind, held by my feet, it could’ve just been normal cleaning. It’s all I remember. I remember it for five, ten seconds.

Derek Bridges lives in New Orleans, trading in words and pictures. A carpetbagger of long standing, he grew up in the top right corner of IL and later went to college in the middle cornfield part. He has also lived in MS and FL, for educational purposes only, and was diasporized for a time in TX.

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