There is a second ghost haunting Rider in Pantaloon in Black. While Mannie’s specter appears briefly only to fade away, the grim reality of economic inequality begins to emerge all around Rider. Marriage, domesticity, productive labor, and even religion seemed to serve as a check to nihilistic cynicism, a sort of fantasy of empowerment in which Rider had a space that was indeed his, but as he returns to his cabin after burying his wife the illusion vanishes in an instant.
But when he put his hand on the gate is seemed to him suddenly that there was nothing beyond it. The house had never been his anyway, but now even the new planks and sills and shingles, the hearth and stove and bed, were all a part of the memory of somebody else, so that he stopped in the half open gate and said aloud, as though he had gone to sleep in one place and then waked suddenly to find himself in another: “Whut’s Ah doin hyar?” (133)
With Mannie’s death, all that which was constitutive of his identity became vacant of personal signification. That which “had been his” is realized to be only rented property from a white landowner. The labor he invested into repairing and developing the home seems at this point fruitless and misdirected, inevitably only increasing the value of a property owned by someone else. “Whut’s Ah doin hyar,” is a question that begs an answer to no only what is his purpose in a space defined by loss, but even on a grander scale, what is his function in the social hierarchy writ large? If that which was meaningful before could be rendered so empty so easily with the death of a loved one, then how fragile and absurd must his own place be within a social and even spiritual system?
The world begins to close in around him much like the prison cell he eventually ends up in. The oppressiveness of this constriction has a very particular hue to it:
…between the close walls of impenetrable cane-stalks which gave a sort of blondness to the twilight and possessed something of that oppression, that lack of room to breathe in, which the walls of his house had had. (141)
This coloration of objects of labor again appears later:
The jug was still in his hand when he entered the clearing and paused among the mute soaring of the moon-blond lumber-stacks. He stood now of the unimpeded shadow which he was treading again as he had trod it last night, swaying a little, blinking about at the stacked lumber, the skidway, the piled logs waiting for tomorrow, the boiler shed all quiet and blanched in the moon. (144)
The very specific coloring of the sugar cane fields and lumber yards as “blond” culminating in the terminus description of the moon’s blanching (read bleaching) effect suggests an underlying white power structure dominating and coloring economy in racial oppression. That Rider’s occupation of logging would be linked through the descriptor of blondness to the sugarcane fields suggests a persistent link in the organizing principles behind both contemporary and past forms of black labor. Logging, codified with modernity, made possible by advanced machinery and modern technical apparatus is nonetheless linked through its blond hue with the cane fields, one of the primary crops cultivated by slavery in the American south and one of (if not the primary) crop that began the instantiation of slavery in the Caribbean. It is against the backdrop of this silent economic history of oppression that Rider feels the “constriction” of his breath, the limiting factors beyond which he cannot expand. All the fruits of his labor are to be inevitably reaped by the silent white specter of racial inequity.
Thus the salience of the rigged poker game. As the sheriff McAndrews later remarks after Rider’s death, “Birdsong has been running crooked dice on them mill niggers for fifteen years.” The white man cheating the black laborers in a rigged game is metonymic of the greater socio-economic structure laid bare to Rider as the pacifying structures of domesticity and even religion are vacated from his belief system. Without the veil of “productivity” and “peace” (note the similarity between the word peace and pease soup Rider finds unpalatable (135 and 136), he can no longer eat that which is fed to him), the sham of the system appears to Rider in its totality. Birdsong’s murder in this respect does not so much seem an act of random violence from a desperate man, but rather an act of retribution upon that system which has enslaved and deluded. It is not so much that the grief of Mannie’s death caused Rider to go into a violent self-destructive spiral as that it removed the illusion of control from Rider’s perception. Rider does not choose imprisonment and death, he realizes that it was already a quality of his constricted life as a racialized other and embraces it.

