And the sky darkened because he was there. Now it was Mother talking in a strange Iron-bound voice he’d never heard before. “I prayed for him in church last Sunday, Will. I pray for him at home here every night. I don’t know⁠—I don’t care⁠—what laws he broke. I know that he was right. I pray to God To show the world somehow that he was right And break these Southern people into knowing! And I know this⁠—in every house and church, All through the North⁠—women are praying for him, Praying for him. And God will hear those prayers.”