Part 19 (1/2)

Jimmy told me what they had in mind. He told me just six of them knowed right now, and I made seven. He didn't want me to tell n.o.body else, not even Lena. No, she wouldn't speak at the wrong time, but she might start worrying and try to stop him.

Do you know Bayonne at all? You done drank from that fountain in the courthouse, used that bathroom in there? Well, up to a year ago they didn't have a fountain there for colored at all. They didn't have a bathroom inside, either. White, yes; but nothing for colored. Colored had to go outside, rain or s.h.i.+ne and go down in the bas.e.m.e.nt. Half the time the bathroom was so filthy you couldn't get inside the door. The water on the floor come almost to the top of your shoes. You could smell the toilets soon as you started downstairs. Very seldom a lady would go down there because it was so filthy. They would go back of town and use a bathroom at one of the cafes; other times they would go to Madame Orsini and ask her could they use her bathroom. Madame Orsini and her husband owned a little grocery store there in Bayonne. They was very nice people, and I think they called themself Sicilians. Everyday dagoes far as I'm concerned, but they said Sicilians, and they was very nice to colored. She would let a lady come in-never a man-and the lady could bring in her child. And that was the only place uptown you could go, side the bas.e.m.e.nt at the courthouse. No gas station, and no department store uptown would let you use the bathroom. You think a store would let you use a bathroom when they wouldn't even let you try on clothes there? You gived them the number, they gived you the clothes. If they fit-good; if they didn't, that was too bad, you wore them anyhow. Lord, have mercy, the poor n.i.g.g.e.r done gone through plenty, you hear me there? Unc Gilly got Brady to bring him a pair of overalls from Bayonne. Brady came back here with a pair of overalls big enough for two people Unc Gilly's size. Unc Gilly got mad at Brady, and since Brady couldn't take them back, he want make Brady buy them now. If the people didn't carry Unc Gilly a dog's life in these quarters. Robert Samson teased him much as the colored did. Every time he saw Unc Gilly in them big overalls he started laughing. When Unc Gilly died, Matt Jefferson mentioned them overalls at the wake. Unc Gilly laying up there in his coffin, and the people thinking about foolish things like that. I reckoned when I'm gone they will say crazy things about me, too. The Lord knows I've done some strange things in my time.

The bathroom was to be just one thing they wanted to demonstrate against, the hyphen was to be the other thing. The white people had a fountain, one of them white fountains you have in most places. A s.h.i.+ny little thing to drink from, a s.h.i.+ny little k.n.o.b to turn. Round the corner from the fountain, the colored had a hyphen with a cup on a nail. Everybody was suppose to drink out the same cup if you didn't bring your own. Lot of the people used to carry round them little 'luminum cups that you can pull open and shut. If you didn't have that or a gla.s.s, you drank out that one cup hanging on the nail.

They had a bucket under the hyphen to catch the water because the hyphen used to drip all the time. A loon called a guard had to make sure the bucket never run over. He was one of the Bush. The looney one-Edgar. They made him a guard after that desegregating bill pa.s.sed there in Was.h.i.+ngton. His job, to keep the n.i.g.g.e.rs out the courthouse from bothering people for rights. Time he saw a colored person he broke up there and asked you what you wanted. You better hurry up and tell him or he pushed you right straight out. He broke up there and bellowed at me once. I told him he could bellow and s...o...b..r all he wanted, he put his hand on me and I was go'n crack his skull with that stick. He looked at me like I was the looney one there, then he went and bellowed at somebody else. Now, one of his jobs was to see that that bucket never run over. Twice a day he got a n.i.g.g.e.r prisoner out the cell and made him dump the water out. You had to dump it out in the white men toilet, and that was just 'cross the hall from the hyphen. Soon as the prisoner dumped it out, the loon made him go back in his cell. He used to stand by the front door just to scare the n.i.g.g.e.rs when they came up there seeking rights. Always chewing gum, always s...o...b..ring. A loon if you ever saw one. Everybody knowed he should have been in Jackson, but they kept him there to scare away the colored. Bertha went up there one day with Miss Amma Dean and that thing got behind Bertha and had her scampering all over that courthouse. In and out them people office; up and down them narrow halls. Bertha said when she got back to the car she locked all the doors and laid down on the seat. She didn't look up till Miss Amma Dean came there and tapped on the gla.s.s.

Now, this what Jimmy and them had in mind. They had picked out a girl to drink from the white people's fountain. (This was their Miss Rosa Parks.) She was one of the Hebert girls, a Catholic, up there in Bayonne. The Catholics and mulattoes don't generally get mixed up in things like this, but this girl wanted to do it. Her own people didn't know nothing about it till after it happened. Jimmy and them had it set for a week after they told it to me. That Friday when everybody was getting off work. He wanted it on a Friday because he wanted to use that weekend to spread the news. Wanted to use the churches, wanted to use the saloons. Two girls would be at the courthouse. When they saw the people coming toward them, one girl was go'n drink from the fountain. Somebody was go'n cuss the girl or push her out the way, and the girl was go'n fight back. She was go'n be arrested-no doubt about that-and the other girl was go'n bring the news. The reason they didn't choose a boy, they was afraid that loon up there might beat the boy and not arrest him. They wanted somebody in jail because they wanted to march on the courthouse the next Monday. They wanted to show the world what the South would do to a n.i.g.g.e.r-not even half n.i.g.g.e.r in this girl's case-just because she wanted a drink of water.

I was sitting out here on the gallery the day it happened. Me, Etienne, Mary-Strut was here. Look like somebody else was here, too. No, not Lena. She was home. Who? Yes. Fa-Fa. That's right-Fa-Fa. Because she had been fis.h.i.+ng out there in the river and she had brought me a mess of perches. Now it was getting late in the evening and she didn't feel like walking all the way to Chiney, and she had sent one of the Strut's children down the quarters to see when Brady was coming back. The boy had just come from down the quarters to tell her Jessie didn't know when Brady was coming home, then somebody looked up and saw the dust coming down the quarters. Etienne said, ”That's him now.” Fa-Fa told the boy run out there and wave him down. But the car had stopped before the gate before the boy got out there. Jimmy and that boy in them overalls came in the yard. It was getting dark and I didn't know who it was till they had come up to the steps. Jimmy spoke and I recognized his voice. First thing I thought was something had happened to that girl.

After Jimmy spoke to everybody he came up on the gallery and kissed me.

”How you feel?” he said.

”Fine,” I said. ”Yourself?”

”I'm all right, Miss Jane,” he said.

I looked up at him there in the dark. This old heart was jumping in this old chest, I tell you.

Then he told us: ”They throwed a girl in jail today for drinking from that fountain inside the courthouse. We will meet in front of the courthouse Monday morning at nine o'clock. We want every black man, woman, and child to be there.”

”Well, ya'll done finally done it,” Fa-Fa said. ”Let me get on to Chiney where I belong.”

”Ain't you waiting on Brady?” Mary asked her.

”Brady might get back here after them Cajuns burn this place down,” Fa-Fa said. ”I'm leaving right now.”

Fa-Fa had been sitting there on the end of the gallery. Had her two fis.h.i.+ng poles and her bucket of fish there side her. Next thing you knowed she was walking out the yard, headed for Chiney.

”I just wanted to come down and tell you, Miss Jane,” Jimmy said. ”I have to be moving on. We have a lot of work to do between now and Monday morning.” He looked at me there in the dark. We had had a secret, but now it was out. ”You'll be there?” he asked me.

”If the Lord say the same.”

”No, she won't, either,” Mary said.

”Yes, I will, Mary,” I said.

”I'm here to look after you,” Mary said. ”I can't stand by and let you kill yourself.”

”I will go,” I said.

”And who go'n pick you up when they knock you down and tramp all over you?” she said.

”The Lord will help me to my feet.”

”See what you done started?” Mary said to Jimmy.

”They started it long time ago,” Jimmy said.

”With her leading us on, mult.i.tudes will follow,” that long head boy in them overalls said.

I didn't look at that boy, I looked up at Jimmy. Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, I thought. The people, Jimmy? You listening to that thing that boy call retrick and counting on the people?

”You hungry, Jimmy?” I asked him.

”I'm going home,” he said. ”I have to tell Aunt Lena.”

”Be careful with Lena, Jimmy,” I said. ”She ain't too strong, you know.”

”I'll be careful,” he said. ”And I'll see you Monday, Miss Jane. Nine o'clock Monday morning. How you getting there?”

”I'll find a way, the Lord say the same.”

”Miss Det still gives her fairs on Sat.u.r.day nights?” he asked me.

”Every Sat.u.r.day night G.o.d send.”

”I'll come by tomorrow night,” he said. ”And I'll be in church on Sunday.”

I looked up at him in the dark. Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, I thought. Don't listen to that long head boy's retrick bout the people, Jimmy. The people, Jimmy? The people?

He kissed me good night and left. The dust followed the car down the quarters. You could feel the dust in your skin when it drifted from the road and settled on the gallery.

”Well, there go Lena,” Strut said. ”And you, too, Miss Jane, you go to Bayonne Monday.”

”I'm going if the Lord spare me,” I said.

”Why?” Mary said. ”To die in Bayonne?”

”I will die in Bayonne only if the Lord wills it,” I said. ”If not, I'll die in my bed. I hope.”

”Over a hundred and eight,” Mary said. ”How come they don't pick on somebody eighteen?”

”The girl is fifteen,” I said.

”Oh, I see,” Mary said. ”You knowed about it all the time. Y'all had it all worked out. Where I was when all this was going on?”

”Down the quarters,” I said.

”Well, me, I got a ditch bank to cut Monday morning,” Strut said. ”And I'm sure it go'n take me all day.”

”Reckoned lot of ditch banks'll be cut Monday morning,” Etienne said.

”You got one to cut?” Strut said.

”Not yet,” Etienne said.

Jimmy, Jimmy, Jimmy, I thought there in the dark. The people, Jimmy? The people?