Saturday, April 04, 2009


One man's ambivalent retreat from his racist past


ROCK HILL, S.C. – Elwin Hope Wilson leans back in his recliner, a sad, sickly man haunted by time.

Antique clocks, at least a hundred of them, fill his neat ranch home on Tillman Street. Grandfather clocks, mantel clocks, cuckoos and Westministers, all ticking, chiming and clanging in an hourly cacophony that measures the passing days.

Why clocks? his wife Judy has often asked during their 49 years together.

He shrugs and offers no answer.

1 comment:

quilly said...

I read this. I clicked through to the site and read the entire article -- then I forgot to comr back and say, God is good!