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28 Queens Of Black History Who Deserve Much More Glory

Black history lessons in classrooms shouldn’t be limited to the names of men and only a few women. Especially when there are countless women who’ve made enormous strides for the black community, too.

The revolutionary words Angela Davis spoke, the record-breaking feats of Wilma Rudolph and the glass ceiling-shattering efforts of Shirley Chisolm paved the way for black women and girls across the country to dream big and act courageously.

Here are 28 phenomenal women everyone should acquaint themselves with this black history month.

The American writer Dorothy B. Hughes, who was born in 1904 and died in 1993, was one of the most successful crime novelists in mid-century America, with several of her books turned into Hollywood movies.  The best-known of these is In a Lonely Place, which became a film with Humphrey Bogart and Gloria Grahame.  A new edition of the novel has just come out from New York Review Books, and our critic at large John Powers says Hughes’s version of noir is excitingly radical.

If You Want Groundbreaking Noir, Try Looking ‘In A Lonely Place’

i hope she stole that damn bouquet lol ΦωΦ

also i freaked out when i realized those ugly ass flowers roger gave her werent just generic white flowers, theyre anemones n while it seems like they have alot of meanings (forsaken love/ undying love LMAO?) i think they mostly hinted that she was gonna die in 2 episodes LIKE i was yelling ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ


Noirvember Reads

In a Lonely Place, Dorothy B. Hughes

Of all the noir films starring Humphrey Bogart, In a Lonely Place is the most noir of all–in fact it’s the favorite film of Eddie Muller, aka the Czar of Noir. Based on the novel by Dorothy B. Hughes, it concerns Dix Steele, a former WWII airman and aspiring Hollywood screenwriter, who becomes involved in the search for a serial killer with his former Air Corp pal and L.A. detective friend, Brub. The novel has been hard to find in print till recently, when New York Review Books reissued it in August. If you’ve only ever seen the film, the novel is significantly different and its portrait of toxic misogyny in the post-WWII America is hair-raisingly prescient for today’s readers.

“He’d always had a quickening of the heart when he crossed into Arizona and beheld the cactus country. This was as the desert should be, this was the desert of the picture books, with the land unrolled to the farthest distant horizon hills, with saguaro standing sentinel in their strange chessboard pattern, towering supinely above the fans of ocotillo and brushy mesquite.”
― Dorothy B. Hughes

Watch on

A distant voice singing the “et iterum venturus est” from Bach’s Mass in B minor proclaimed that for the owner of the flat cleanliness and godliness met at least once a day, and presently Lord Peter roamed in, moist and verbena-scented, in a bathrobe cheerfully patterned with unnaturally variegated peacocks.

–Dorothy L. Sayers, Whose Body?, Chapter V, 1923.

“Et iterum venturus est” is a section of the Et ressurrexit, which is in turn part of the Credo in Bach’s Mass in B Minor. It is sung by the bass section alone, and so would be a bit of a reach for Lord Peter’s tenor.