Part 18 (2/2)

”That's all right with me,” I said. ”I don't need to sit where Em-ma sitting to get on my bending knees.”

”When the last time you got down on them bending knees?” Just said.

”I ain't been feeling too good lately,” I said.

”That ain't it,” Just said. ”You got your mind on baseball. I bet you ain't been feeling too bad to turn that radio on.”

Elder Banks waited till me and Just had shut up, then he turned to Jimmy.

”I know how you feel, Jimmy,” he said. ”I was young myself once and I know how the young feel. But we old now, Jimmy. This church is old. Look at the people here. Where are the children? Where are the young people, Jimmy? Count the ones in here. We got thirty-seven people in here today-but where are the young ones? All we want to do is live our life quietly as we can and die peacefully as the Lord will allow us. We would like to die in our homes, have our funerals in our church, be buried in that graveyard where all our people and love ones are. The man up there owns that graveyard, Jimmy. He owns the house we live in, he owns the little garden where we grow our food. The church where we at right now, he owns this; he even owns the bell that calls our people to meeting. And the day he tells us to leave, we got to go, and we got to leave bell and church. Reverend King and his people owned things in Georgia and Alabama. We don't own a thing. Some of us don't even own the furniture in our house. The store in Bayonne own it, and they can take the bed or the stove from us tomorrow.”

Elder Banks looked at Jimmy awhile, then he went on. ”I'm sure you mean good, Jimmy,” he said. ”But I can't tell my church to go with you. If they want to, that's up to them; but I won't tell them go and they have no place to come back to. You don't have a place for them, Jimmy, and they don't have money to buy nothing. What happened in Birmingham, what happened in Atlanta, can't happen here. Maybe something else; maybe when all of us in here are gone; but I can't see nothing happening here now, Jimmy.”

”I can't promise you a thing,” Jimmy said. ”But we must go on, and the ones already working will go on. Some of us might be killed, some of us definitely going to jail, and some of us might be crippled the rest of our life. But death and jail don't scare us-and we feel that we crippled now, and been crippled a long time, and every day we put up with the white man insults they cripple us just a little bit more.

”You mentioned you have an old church,” Jimmy said. ”Because you want me to see your way of life. Now, I mentioned what we have, because I want you to see our way of life. And that's the kind of life the young will feel from now on. Not your way, not no more. But still we need your strength, we need your prayers, we need you to stand by us, because we have no other roots. I doubt if I expected you to understand me this time. But I'm coming back. I know we can't do a thing in this world without you-and I'm coming back.”

He told us he was sorry he had disturbed our church, and he walked out.

”Another dead one,” Just said.

”Not if some people keep their mouth shut,” I said.

”Sis Pittman, stand up right now and apologize to this church,” Elder Banks said.

I got up and said I was sorry and sat back down. I looked at Just Thomas all the time I was at church that day, but he didn't have the nerve to look back at me. I wasn't thinking bout being sorry for what I had said.

That evening I was sitting on my gallery when Jimmy and another boy came in the yard. I have a bad habit not liking some people on first sight. I have begged the Lord and begged Him to wipe this from my heart, but it's still there. This one of my worse habits, probably the worst I have, but I can't get rid of it. Maybe the Lord is waiting till that final hour to clear it away. But I didn't like that boy from the start. He was a little fellow with a big mouth; a long head, a raggedy beard. Steel-rim eye gla.s.ses like the old people wear. To beat all that he had on overalls and a jumper-even wearing clodhoppers. Now, what's all that for? I ask you. It surely didn't make him look no better than he did before he put it on. And if he was trying to dress like the people here in the quarters he was absolutely mistaking. People here don't dress like that on Sunday, and if you do they sure go'n laugh at you. Just like them children pa.s.sing out there in the road laughed at him sitting there on the steps.

Jimmy came by to tell me he 'predated what I had said at the church. I told him I could understand what he was trying to do because my boy had tried to do the same thing long long before he was born. I asked him if he wanted some lemonade. Mary had made up a big pitcher of lemonade and had gone down the quarters. Soon as I mentioned lemonade, that long head boy said, ”Oh, good country lemonade.” Jimmy went back in the kitchen and poured us all up a gla.s.sful. That long head boy sat on the steps in them overalls and smacked his lips.

”Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy,” I said. He was sitting in a chair against the wall where Mary had been sitting earlier that evening. The piece of cloth that Mary used to fan at flies was still hanging on the back of the chair. ”The people here ain't ready for nothing yet, Jimmy,” I said. ”Something got to get in the air first. Something got to start floating out there and they got to feel it. It got to seep all through their flesh, and all through their bones. But it's not out there yet. Nothing out there now but white hate and n.i.g.g.e.r fear. And fear they feel is the only way to keep going. One day they must realize fear is worse than any death. When that time come they will be ready to move with you.”

”That's our job,” that long head boy said.

”People and time bring forth leaders, Jimmy,” I said. I didn't look at that long head boy, I wasn't talking to him, I was talking to our Jimmy. ”People and time bring forth leaders,” I said. ”Leaders don't bring forth people. The people and the time brought King; King didn't bring the people. What Miss Rosa Parks did, everybody wanted to do. They just needed one person to do it first because they all couldn't do it at the same time; then they needed King to show them what to do next. But King couldn't do a thing before Miss Rosa Parks refused to give that white man her seat.”

”We have our Miss Rosa Parks,” that long head boy said; then he sipped some lemonade.

”They sleeping out there, Jimmy,” I said.

”But what can I do?” he said. ”It's burning up in here, Miss Jane,” he said, touching his chest. ”I got to do something.”

”Talk, Jimmy,” I said. ”Talk to them.”

”You mean go slow?” that long head boy in them overalls said.

”Jimmy,” I said. ”I have a scar on my back I got when I was a slave. I'll carry it to my grave. You got people out there with this scar on their brains, and they will carry that scar to their grave. The mark of fear, Jimmy, is not easily removed. Talk with them, Jimmy. Talk and talk and talk. But don't be mad if they don't listen. Some of them won't ever listen. Many won't even hear you.”

”We don't have that kind of time, Miss Jane,” he told me.

”What else you got, Jimmy?” I asked him.

He didn't know what to say.

”First, you got to wake them up, Jimmy,” I said. ”They sleeping out there. Look around you, Jimmy; look at this place. Travel over this parish. Do you hear anything rumbling? No. Things must rumble before they move. The n.i.g.g.e.r, Jimmy, must one day wake up and push that black quilt off his back. Must tell himself I had it on too long. But I won't be here when that happen, I'm afraid.”

”You can help us now, Miss Jane.”

Before I could say ”how?”, that long head boy in them overalls said, ”Your mere presence will bring forth mult.i.tudes.”

I was listening to that boy but I was looking at Jimmy. ”Me help? How?” I said.

”Going with us.”

”Going with y'all where? When?”

”When we get ready to move,” he said.

”I'm a hundred and eight or a hundred and nine,” I said. ”What can I do but get in the way?”

”You can inspire the others,” Jimmy said.

”Somebody a hundred and eight or a hundred and nine inspire people?”

”Yes ma'am,” he said.

”I never heard of nothing like this before,” I said. ”But if you say so-and if I'm able to move.”

”Now there will be mult.i.tudes,” that long head boy said.

I was getting fed-up with that boy. ”Boy, who you for?” I asked him.

”Joe and Lena Butcher,” he said.

”They teach you to talk like that?” I said.

”Ma'am?”

I just looked at him.

”That's retrick,” he said.

”Well, I can do without your retrick here,” I said. ”If you can't say nothing sensible, don't say nothing.”

He looked at me awhile-feeling hurt now-then he sipped from that lemonade. He looked at me again-still feeling hurt-then he looked at Jimmy. Want Jimmy to speak up for him. But Jimmy didn't offer him any help.

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