said Viola. “You have to git up early in the mornin’. Tamarra’s your big day!” “What’s happenin’?” T. C. asked. “He’s goin’ to the art gallery to git some art appreciation!” Rutherford said mockingly. “Art what?” said Miss Lucille. He could see her grinning in the dark. “They didn’ have jive like that when we was in school,” said T. C. “Ain’ that somethin’! Well, I know my boy here’s gonna learn it, if they’s somethin’ to learn. Walk away with a-l-l that high-powered stuff! Mingle among the best of ’um, Jack! Show the whities who we are. What we kin do if we have half a chance!” “Better teach that little darkie to earn a loaf a bread!” said Miss Lucille tartly. “Fill his head up with all that kind a stuff an’ then send him back down here to this slum to hustle pennies on street corners!” An unspeakable rage filled his consciousness while familiar voices now filled the channels of his ears: “What you gonna be?” Tommy asked.
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