Black Exodus

by
Dick Frank

THE TRUE STORY OF WHAT ONE MAN DID WHEN CONFRONTED
WITH THE STARTLING VISION OF THE BLACK PEOPLE’S FUTURE
THAT MATERIALIZED IN A GIGANTIC OPENING IN THE CLOUDS

To Sallie . . .
my departed wife whose only fault was she had
runs in her nylon hose. But I imagine even angels
have tears in their wings.

Christmas, 1980. Sallie and Dick in Las Vegas, Nevada. She passed away the following spring. She was 47.	DICK FRANK 2020 88Years old – current snapshot
	Sallie at the Sahara Apartments in Las Vegas. “If anybody can look better than this,” she smiled for the camera. In the land of the fat, the gym-trim woman is queen. First time I ever heard her say a complimentary word about herself in our 26 years together. It was about time.

After hearing the Civil Rights Act of 1958 abolished separate but equal laws. “Integration? Whooeee! We’re saved. Fat chance. It ain’t more’n another blind alley wearing dress clothes. Save us from the tyranny of piecemeal solutions, which in time take on an aura of permanence and gospel truth.”

—Levi Ponder 1861—1966
Perky 105-year-old black farmer

“The story is well-written. As I see it, it’s a highly unusual intellectual recapitulation of the black people’s struggle told in a colloquial, philosophical way. But I can’t use it. There’s no action.”

–Swifty Lazar

Appraisal of an earlier 1980s draft of Black Exodus by Hollywood’s most famous talent agent.

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