During a tour of the Douglass Theatre in Macon, Georgia, my tour guide, who was playing the role of a ghostly employee, explained how important this theater was to Black citizens as the first African American theater in Georgia. Then he faced the seats and said, “Isn’t that right, Mr. Douglass?”
Eerily, Mr. Douglass, who died in 1940, replied by flickering all of the lights. On then off. On then off. Then two more times until we left the stage. It was the first, but not the last, ghostly experience I had in Macon.














