Smoke drifts through the Southern section of Cane—most of it coming in whisps from the sawdust piles of the local sawmill—representing the ways in which segregation, racism, and exploitation use up the lives and energies of Black people in America. Often, this exploitation and abuse comes from the White community, like the White community which turns its back on Becky after proof of her interracial relationship comes to light, or the exploitative sharecropping and carceral systems that trap Carma and her husband Bane. But sometimes this exploitation comes from within the Black community itself, like the lustful men who long to sexually possess Karintha and who cause her to grow up too fast and to lose an essential part of her humanity in the process.
Smoke Quotes in Cane
The sun is hammered to a band of gold. Pine-needles, like mazda, are brilliantly aglow. No rain has come to take the rustle from the falling sweet-gum leaves. Over in the forest, across the swamp, a sawmill blows its closing whistle. Smoke curls up. Marvelous web spun by the spider sawdust pile. Curls up and spreads itself pine-high above the branch, a single silver band along the eastern valley. A black boy…you are the most sleepiest man I ever seed, Sleeping beauty…cradled on a gray mule, guided by the hollow sound of cowbells, heads for them through a rusty cotton field. From down the railroad track, the chugchug of a gas engine announces that the repair gang is coming home. A girl in the yard of a whitewashed shack not much larger than the stack of worn ties piled before it, sings. Her voice is loud. Echoes, like rain, sweep the valley.