from them or kills one of them. Then they drop the full weight of their double standard law and bury him in prison or barbecue him in the electric chair.
âNo, Joe didnât die a natural death. He was proud and fit for better, and he hated the filthy garbage and the slimy sewers he worked. He just lay down that night and died of hopelessness and a broken heart.â
Mama jut sat there with a pained look on her face like she was hurting to hear the North wasnât paradise after all. Bunny fingered a policy slip on the table and looked at it wryly.
Mama said, âBunny, yu bin frum down South a long time. Anâ yu ainât nevah done no share croppinâ anâ raisinâ younguns. Ah knows up heahs bettern down South. We havinâ good luck up heah. Frankâs workinâ aâready, anâ we ainât jammed up in no one room hearinâ one anuther breakinâ winâ, thanks tu yu, uv cose.
âAinât nuthinâ real wrong up heah. A day donâ pass, ah ainât seen big shot niggers drivinâ great long cahs pasâ this buildinâ. Up heah apoâ nigger got a hope tu hol a big âmount uv money. Yu jesâ drinkinâ anâ missinâ Joe, anâ it got yu en thâ dumps.â
Bunny waved a flesh bare hand through the air and said, âSedalia, Iâm funky drunk, and thereâs no doubt the North is better for some spooks than the big foot country. Only time will tell whether or not itâs better for you and Frank.
âThose dapper niggers didnât get those pretty cars shoveling snow or shining shoes. They are policy wheelmen, pimps, dope peddlers and hustlers. All of nigger Chicago is lousy with policy stations, gambling joints and whore cribs. So Sugar, stop dreaming and play policy. Itâs the only way a poor honest nigger can hope to get big money.â
Mama got up and headed for Bunnyâs carpet sweeper.
Mama laughed halfheartedly and said, âOh, Heifer, save thet breath. Ah ainât takinâ yur jinky talk serious.â
Bunny squealed and jerked her feet in the air as Mama raced the sweeper past the sofa. I got a rag and dusted. Mama was massaging Bunnyâs scalp when the sound of loud quarreling came from the hall.
A guttural female voice shouted, âGet the hell off my property! Iâve changed my mind. I donât want to rent to you. You better get the hell out. Iâve called the police. Now go on! Get out! Get out!â
A manâs trembling voice protested, âMiss, Ah ainât movinâ a peg âtil yu gimme back mah thurty dollars deposit. Ah be gladder than yu tu see thâ law come. They gonnaâ tel yu yu ainât actinâ legul latchinâ on tu mah money thâ way yu is. Yu ainât mah woman. Ah ainât got nutinâ tu give yu. Now gimme back mah money, lady.â
The woman laughed contemptuously and said, âBaloney, the law says I donât have to give a refund without return of a receipt.â
The man said, âShit, lady, donâ jive me. Cose ah ainât got no piece a paper. Yu anâ me know yu ainât give me none. But me and yu damn sho know yu got mah money. Ah don wantaâ get mad so unass mah money, lady.â
There was a frantic scrape of feet and the hysterical voice of the landlady screamed, âDonât you speak to me that way. Stay away from me. Donât you touch me, you nigger sonuvabitch.â
Cousin Bunny and Mama went to the half-open door. I followed and lay on the floor looking out between Mamaâs ankles into the hall. The twins and Junior were standing in the doorway of our apartment across the hall staring at the tense scene.
A small black man in a leaky blue overcoat held out his demanding palm toward the rigid figure of the landlady glaring down at him like a curved beak bird of prey, vivid blue eyes round and cold and unblinking.
There was the screech of brakes in