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were like all other American blacks, that we came from 9

“slave-caliber Negroes who were defeated in war and sold 10

into slavery because they didn’t have the guts to die in 11

battle.” He said that there was no such thing as free 12

Africans who had “chosen to come over and sell their 13

labor in indentured servitude” and that American Negro 14

citizens never existed before 1865, as my father claimed.

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I kept Brent’s money. He used to complain to my 16

mother, but I’d just tell her that it must be his illness 17

affecting his brain. I don’t know what she thought about 18

it all. She didn’t like Brent’s mouth either, but he was fam-19

ily and my mother was the sweetest woman in the world.

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“Well,” I said to Lainie. “I didn’t steal anything and 21

now people at the bank are telling everybody that I’m a 22

thief and I can’t get a job. And you didn’t even tell me.

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Didn’t warn me or anything.”

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“I’m sorry, Charles,” she said. “I just didn’t know what 25

to think. Mr. Mathias told me about what had happened.

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to jail. I was worried about you.”

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She was getting weepy. Lainie had a kind heart. But I 1

wasn’t in any mood to worry about her crocodile tears.

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What about me? Here I had waited until I was down to 3

my last dollar, thinking that I could always pick up a job 4

somewhere. But nobody in the Harbor would hire a thief.

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And even if I went out of town, people would still ask for 6

references.

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What I wanted to do was yell at Lainie until she felt the 8

pain that I was feeling on the inside. I would have yelled 9

if I were innocent.

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“I’m sorry, Lainie. It’s not your fault. It’s just that bank.

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I probably made some mistake and they decided that I 12

was a thief. That’s all.”

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“What are you going to do?”

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I considered her question for a moment, and then I 15

thought a little more. I opened my mouth, but there was 16

no answer forthcoming.

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“I got to go,” I said. “Thanks for tellin’ me.”

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I did go fishing — in a small river not two miles from 15

my house. I caught three good-size trout, not for pleasure 16

but to eat that night. I wanted to cook dinner but couldn’t 17

bear the idea of counting out pennies to some high school 18

cashier at the IGA.

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It was after 6:00 when I got home. There was a little day-20

light left in the distance, but it was dusk. My plans were all 21

set by the time I got in, so I went right to the phone.

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A woman answered after seven rings. “Hello?”

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“Mona?”

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“Hey, Charles. Hold on.” She put the phone down 25

with a loud knock and yelled, “It’s Charles!”

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was being picked up.

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“What?” a man’s angry voice said.

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“Hey, Clarance. Listen, man, I got to borrow a hundred 1

bucks fast.”

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“So?”

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“This is no joke, Clarance —”

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“Naw. That’s right. This ain’t no joke at all. This is dead 5

serious. I been thinkin’ about you and how you act since 6

last night. And it burns me up. Here I am tryin’ to be 7

your friend and all you wanna do is dis me. Well that’s it.

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I’m through with you, man. I called Ricky and told him. I 9

said no more Thursday-night blackjack, no more Saturday-10

night bar hoppin’, no more nuthin’. We’re through.”

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Clarance was sputtering. I almost made a joke but then 12

thought better of it.

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“Hey,” I said. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean nuthin’. You 14

know it was the whiskey —”

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“You sorry all right. Unemployed, drunk loudmouth is 16

what you is.” Clarance usually tried to articulate in the 17

ways of school learning. That kind of language was pro-18

moted among the older colored families of the Harbor.

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But when he got angry, he talked street.

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“I said I was sorry, man. What more do you want?”

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“I don’t want nuthin’ from you. I don’t want you to call 22

or ask me for money or nuthin’ else. Just stay away from 23

me, you hear?” And with that he hung up the phone in 24

my ear.

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Clarance to put some cheap food in my refrigerator.

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I washed out a griddle and a saucepan, a glass and a 2

plate and utensils to cook and eat with. Then I cleaned 3

my fish and dredged the fillets in cornmeal. Fried fish 4

with hot sauce and a side of turnips was my dinner. I 5

laughed because it was better food than I would have had 6

if I had the money to go to the diner.

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There were two shots’ worth left in the whiskey bottle, 8

just enough to keep me between self-pity and drunken 9

tears.

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The house was a mess. There were piles of clothes and 11

dirty dishes in every room. Junk mail and bills were 12

thrown into corners, and every chair had something piled 13

on the seat.

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I went upstairs to my bedroom and threw the blankets —

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along with a notebook, two dirty dinner plates, and a 16

dozen loose stones that I had picked up — from the bed.

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I lay with arms and legs dangling over the sides of the 18

small mattress. On the windowsill next to my head was a 19

book I had been reading. Neglect’s Glasses. It was a science-20

fiction novel about a kid in the ghetto who had found a 21

pair of sunglasses somehow imbued with the intelligence 22

of an alien race. The ghetto child, just days away from his 23

initiation into a youth gang, is drawn into a swirl of 24

knowledge that takes him places that he never knew were 25

possible.

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I laid there on my bed, reading, for well over an hour.

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the glasses always made him feel the emotions of those 1

lives he touched. And so when he hurt people, he experi-2

enced their pain. Helping others made Tyler feel good 3