Lowrie also remembers that when they got together, they would reminisce over civil rights marches and lunch center demonstrations. Both particularly enjoyed reliving a story that Lewis often told audiences about his youth in Troy, Alabama. He said at the time he was so enamored of his faith that he would preach to the chickens. Andrews painted this scene as one of the pieces in the book.
The John Lewis series was one of Benny’s final bodies of work. According to Lewis, “there was no line where his activism ended, and his art began. To him, using his brush and his pen to capture the essence and spirit of his time was as much an act of protest as sitting-in or sitting-down was for me.”
After Benny died of cancer Lewis spoke at his funeral at the Cooper Union college in New York. “I loved Benny Andrews. I loved him because he was real. He was not shadows. He was not hazy memories or a misty fog of secrets. He was as real and steady as the red clay hills of Georgia, as real as the deep chocolate earth of a fertile land.”