PUSHING UP THE DAISIES - June 21, 1978

“This is my grave. It doesn’t make any difference after you’re dead what color your skin is so I drew my skin black. People of other colored skin have the same feelings. I think we all have the same feelings. This is my gravestone. Some child has pulled some daisies and laid them there on the grave. See, she’s winking. She knows what’s after this world. It’s a hopeful picture.”