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Part Three-2

        I will do w I .’

        ?Yes, I glad to ig tling along and , and some day us will he Beyond.’

        Psor Copeland said bitterly. I believe in justiow.’

        t you say you believe in? You speak so

        able to hear you.’

        In justice for us. Justice for us Negroes.t right.’

        t be still. ed to sit up and speak in a loud voice—yet o raise    find trengt gre be silent But to listen and to hear him.

        ?Git, Lee Ja. Git, s and quit t a long o go.’

        AfternoonJ AKE ran at a violent, clumsy pace.    t into a side alley, climbed a fence, and ened onaste of vomit in . A barking dog cil opped long enougo ten it h a rock.

        o h.

        C! So t. A fig tles. d tton dy and t all. Fig and sun. t of teet ! And t    loose a    stop. And to t knowing.

        Not even kno . obody could opped it.

        Jake slowed and jerked o look behind him.

        ty. ed and ere a better.    eig cuts t o go. t from all ts. arted off again, time at a steady jog.

        Nobody could opped it. All tamped t like sudden fires. All but this

        figopped. It seemed to blaze up out of notopped to get a glass of er. As e boy and a Negro ernoon, for it urday and time t    and tink in the air.

        t a big figime. And time to tood c five seds before o t s time    of many t of Singer.    of ternoons and t nigs he quarrels he had hushed.

        tknife in t of people and jumped on t dooget on t inrampled oo    again t ing te men and te meo t sixteen years old and te duck trousers and fancy rayon polo ss.

        t back as best they could. Some had razors.

        o yell out     a breaking dam. terrible sound in errible because it    words.

        to a roar t deafened    on t see    on around s—s and we.

        an upraised fist.

        t and t in o get out and find a telepo call for help.

        But . And    kno    out s a squs mout    and    of .    rength his head like a bull.

        Senseless    kno had ged and now each man was for himself.

        t    it may e or it may ill fig t up fast.    ripped over.     on t it    place it. ttered tles and trampled royed.

        ting up. arted to run. By no    rack.

        tened    s and lo. On one side    it, panting, too reaco cry. er dripped down from    ache.

        A ed back time    face h

        t.    stop trembling of    til asted blood.

        At t bloms. tting on a box all board fence be a message ten h purple chalk.

        o Save Youory of e . P.M.

        treet y. Jake tried to cross over to t Simms caughe arm.

        e, all ye dissolate and sore of . Lay doroubles before t of o save you.    t?’

        "o    to    t?’

        Siransgressions. t.’

        Does t dave you last week?’

        Jesus    seven-fifteen tonigime to hear his ord.’

        Jake licked ac I t get up close enougo hear.’

        "t soon ts me to build a    lot at tee. A tabernacle large enougo able before me ih oil.

        My cup ruh------’

        I    round you up a ight, Jake said.

        how?’

        Give me your pretty colored chalk. I promise a big crowd.’

        Ive seen yns, Simms said.    "orkers! America Is t try in t a tarving.

        e and Demand Our S;—all t.

        Yns are radical. I    let you use my chalk.’

        But I dont plan to e signs.’

        Simms fied suspiciously.

        til get you a fine cros at eaco point t, plump, bare-tailed------’

        Babylonian! this.’

        Jake crossed over to tarted toher.’

        Si seven-fifteen s h. Be saved.’

        Singer     s t old to Singer, and    seemed to    t. And o end    anyouco, and t so mao a girl . here no longer. he was alone.

        A wall, a fligairs, an open road.

        Jake locked to eat. y and only a feer    in tcable. ty fluff ed on the floor.

        Papers tered all about tly ten many s notices and distributed to..O.C. Is Your Best Friend. Some of tices sisted of only oeo entitled "ty Between Our Democrad, Fascism.’

        For a montyping and making carbons on typeer at tributing them by hand.

        . But w good

        done? A tooo big for any one man. And now he was leaving.

        But ime? ties called to on, Gastonia,    of tlessness and     time.    long for open spad freedom—just t to    attempt to stand aloimes .

        Jake moved t of tcase and a pile of books and dirty clotiently o pack. to ic, so t it o try to reason ill terrible a t t nigo uand. Copeland kalion. And o quarrel her.

        Copeland s t be able to ogeter all. If t talk too muco    ter all. Maybe t ed.

        it pausing to    tside try and treet. Clouds mospill t trict    up in a straight, unbroken line.

        As Jake case bumped a en o look behind him.

        Copeland lived all too eadily denser, and foretold a fall.

        tters    t. A hollow,

        desperate disappoi made y and    lose ts beat    to t but no one    o do except to go to tion Portia.

        ed to be     stand to see tra t    of stairs imes. oia ctle boy h her.

        No, sir, Mr. Blount, Portia said. I kno of    aken Fat in try t no busielling you exactly    and not mincter.’

        You dont o minc why?’

        After time you e to see us Fated o die. It taken us a long time to get o sit up.     a lot stronger     bitter against    no. And besides, if you dont mindspeaking out,    her,    anyway?’

        Notand.’

        Us colored peoples    like anybody else. And I stand by . Fat a sick old colored man and rouble already. Us got to look after    anxious to see you—I kno.’
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