My mother nearly getting her throat cut by my father…Kay nor anyone she is familiar with read this novel…

William Faulkner, Sanctuary PDF – Sec 16 page 46

On the day when the sheriff brought Goodwin to town, there was a negro murderer in the jail, who had killed his wife; slashed her throat with a razor so that, her whole head tossing further and further backward from the bloody regurgitation of her bubbling throat, she ran out the cabin door and for six or seven steps up the quiet moonlit lane. He would lean in the window in the evening and sing. After supper a few negroes gathered along the fence below-natty, shoddy suits and sweat-stained overalls shoulder to shoulder-and in chorus with the murderer, they sang spirituals while white people slowed and stopped in the leafed darkness that was almost summer, to listen to those who were sure to die and