Provenance

[...]I proudly told people of my father's work, assuming he hoped to improve conditions. Years later my mother proclaimed something else, something I now cannot remember the details of-I listened to her grievances with as much attention as the slip-sliding of the interior of one of those very mines-but the import remains clear: my father viewed the miners as nothing more than rats in an experiment. [...]recently I believed my mother marched (adorned by her diamond?) with the Black Sash, a white women's resistance organization, but when I asked her brother about this, he said, "Oh, no, she wasn't political like that."