February 1912

This has been a terrible day.

I’ve always known my family was a bit rackety. My grandmother married a Southerner, a Mr John Rolfe Church, during the Civil War, and left him the very next day. We had no notion why.

And now the most terrible thing has happened.

My husband, Alexander, has found out there are two John Rolfe Churches. One, Dr John, is a planter in Virginia. But the other, who’s dead, called himself John Rolfe Church too but was actually a black man.

If my grandmother married him, that would make Mother, my brothers and sisters, my little boy, and me black too.

I know what prejudice is: oh yes, I do. I’m really no more than very short-sighted, but nobody cares about that. No, they decide I can’t see at all, I’m totally blind, and if I can’t see, I obviously can’t hear. Or think. Or anything. People ask Alexander questions about me when I’m right there to answer.

In America, being called black would be like being called blind. People would think can’t. Think stupid. People have tried to make me that person for most of my life.

And I will not have it. I will not have prejudice directed against my family, against my dear Toby. It shouldn’t be directed against anyone. It’s not fair my piano partner Mr. Williams isn’t hired to play classical. It’s wrong that his granddaughter Garnet, who is a fashion genius, can’t try on clothes in a store. But giving Jim Crow more victims won’t do any good, will it?

All I know to do is make sure Toby isn’t discriminated against. Toby will not have to leave America. Not my little boy.

Nor will I. I will not be robbed of my country.

My grandmother must have married the right man.

I have a plan to fix things. I’m going to America to give a concert for the Suffragettes at Carnegie Hall. Dr John Church is going back to America with his wife and his mother aboard the same liner. I’ll ask them to look after me on the voyage. I’ll act the poor blind lady (goodness, how I hate that!). I’ll listen to them and ask them questions about their history.

I’ll telegraph my grandmother to meet us on the pier in New York. And she’ll recognize the man she married, the right one.

Everything will be fine when Titanic reaches New York.

But, do you know, I am afraid she’ll simply lie for me and never tell me what really happened? People do lie for other people. I’ve lied for Garnet.

I would so much want to know the truth, even though I can’t speak it.

I suppose that’s the very thing I cannot want at all.


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Crimes and Survivors is the fourth book starring Perdita Halley, American aspiring concert pianist turned French baroness—and now, perhaps, exile from America, released April 15, 2020.

All Perdita Halley wants to do is to play the piano. But she’s just found out her grandmother may have married a black man. This is 1912, the height of Jim Crow. If it’s true, her family’s life and her own will be ruined in America.

But is it?

One man can tell her what the truth is. She follows him onto the newest, safest ship in the world, hoping to find the truth—the right truth, the one that will save her family.

But after the iceberg, she finds the truth is more complicated than black and white. More daring, more loving—and far more dangerous. And what she’ll have to find is not a convenient truth, but a new America.

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Sarah Smith has been interested in the Titanic since she read Walter Lord’s A Night to Remember. Her internationally bestselling mysteries are published in 14 languages, have won the Agatha and the Massachusetts Book Award, and have been named New York Times Notable Books twice, as well as collecting many other recommendations and awards. It still surprises and delights her when somebody she doesn’t know has read them. Say hello to her at sarahsmith.com or on Facebook or on Twitter.

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