Robert Johnson's Grave Site / by Michael Thurber

I believe that my time ain't long / But I'm leavin' this mornin' / I believe I will go back home

-Robert Johnson

 

The sun sat low and squat on the horizon, breaking through rows of clouds as we walked through one of the three potential grave sites of Robert Johnson.

I felt incredibly awkward being there. The silence of the place unnerved me. Mississippi unnerved me. I'm not really sure why, either. Just a few days previous I had had a terrifying experience at St. Louis Cemetery #1 in New Orleans and maybe I wasn't keen on being in another spooky place. 

Could the land itself have a memory? What happened to Robert Johnson was horrifying. Poisoned to death for sleeping with another man's wife (as one story goes), he died in agony not far from this site on a former plantation. You can see the plantation house from the road.

I don't know anything about the area, but I'm guessing a great deal of trauma and horror occurred here.

Could that have been what I was feeling? Who knows. Maybe I'm just easily spooked...

You can read a much better account of what may or may not have happened over at Mother Jones.