In the orange-blossomed-scented spring of 1951, Reesa McMahon is awakened in the night to discover that the local Klan has murdered her friend and mentor, 19-year-old Marvin Wiley. Reesa's painful search to make sense of her town's bigotry will pave the way for her rite of passage into adulthood and the country's painful steps toward justice.
Here is one of those rare and remarkable debuts that herald the appearance of a major new talent on the literary scene. Inspired by real events, Lay That Trumpet In Our Hands is a wise and luminous story about a northern family, a southern town, and the senseless murder that sparks an extraordinary act of courage.

To this day, my family is in disagreement as to precisely when the nightmare began. For me, it was the morning Daddy and Luther discovered Marvin, beaten, shot, and dying, in the Klan's stomping grounds off Round Lake Road. My brother Ren disagrees. He points to the small cluster of scars that begin just outside his left eye and trail horizontally across his temple to the top of his ear. Ren claims it started when the men in white robes took the unprecedented step of shooting at two white children. Others say it was when Mr. Thurgood Marshall of the NAACP and Mr. Hoover's FBI came to town. Mother and Daddy shake their heads. In their minds, the real beginning was much earlier....