Tarot Mercedes Dantes May 2026

Mercedes Dantes—born Marcus Dupré to a Haitian father and a NOLA Creole mother—is not your typical tarot reader. For one, she doesn’t own a crystal ball. For another, she learned to read cards not in a coven, but in a cell at San Quentin, where she served nine years for a robbery she now calls “a spectacularly stupid act of youthful hunger.”

“First card: your past.” She flips. “You’ve been fighting a war nobody else signed up for. Family stuff. You were the referee when you should have been a child. Sound right?” tarot mercedes dantes

“Prison is the best divination school on earth,” she tells me, finally lifting her gaze. Her eyes are the color of whiskey left too long in the decanter. “You learn to read men in three seconds. You learn which ones will stab you, which ones will save you, and which ones will cry when the guards come. Tarot is just that skill with pictures.” Mercedes’s signature deck is a modified Rider-Waite she calls The Concrete Arcana . She has scrawled over the traditional imagery with Sharpie and glitter glue: The Hanged Man now dangles from a fire escape. The Tower is a public housing project collapsing in slow motion. The Devil wears a police badge. Mercedes Dantes—born Marcus Dupré to a Haitian father