Roseena Veronika Hussain

‘These superstitions and taboos were good for Mamie because they implied order and reason, cause and effect, and this made her feel less isolated and less helpless. So when she saw the voodoo chickens laid on the rock in Central Park, she was reassured. It meant that someone, somewhere in the exhausting city, still believed in the Spirits.’

– Susanna Moore, The Whiteness of Bones