All this to end up in a cemetery for a chance at mourning for a parent he has never met though to those of the goers of the consecrated grounds she was more than a dead individual. Offerings were laid down to her and those of her kind here. She was the only link he had of his Creole beginnings.
If the grounds keepers knew who he was and who he could be to this society, he would surely be anointed with some moniker he did not want to be. Before he decides on his future and his past, he needed to know who he was related to. Why have all these dreams of a wonderful woman and not know who she was? All he knew was that she was taken too early in life, away from all of these superstitions and stripped off of him and his childhood arms. He was taken to fast and to soon for any memories to stick like the snowy ground where he grew up. His kind was not tolerated anywhere. A group of his old friends had to fight just to remain seated at a restaurant.
Why would a black man want to seek his roots? He dreamed of a time when they will all be freed from a lot of this animosity and hatred. He dreamed of a time where there is a child with a skin much fairer than his but had his mother's eyes. In his dream a beautiful woman spoke, called out his name. "Please find me!" She said if only softly just as she was being dragged by something dark away and yet the darkness did not seem sinister to him. His foster father could only remember where he was taken away from. So here he is in one of the most famed haunted cemetery, but oh no, the tours around the grounds were not what scared him in New Orleans. It was not uncovering the dead past of those on the grounds that would reach out and take him... Take him away from his own long gone mother and his uncertain past.