On Toward Walking the Streets
"Well, I'm 'most done. If we say that and work for it, then we ain't going to be popular. Some of you's goin' to say we got troubles enough just bein' Niggers. Maybe you's right. Maybe we can shoot arrows for the white man at other people and get him to stop shootin' arrows at us. I just don't think that's the way it works.
"Anyway, I'll see whoever comes over to where The Judge puts his number three and I'll be out there on the street with you."
There was no great commotion. Much too serious for that. The members simply stood to show their respect and moved toward the numbers of their choice. The Reverend handled the formalities.
The subsequent discussions lasted another two hours. Run-Run drove the Blakes and the Wyes to their homes, declined a drink, and lying in bed decided to concentrate on the people in business that he could maybe get to help. He had yet to learn how effective he could be on a front porch.
Table of Contents
- Maggie and Mr. Hank
- The Reverend
- Squalls Along the Flight Line
- Flying Home to Church
- A Visit with The Judge
- Communion
- Afterthoughts
- Monday Morning With The Admiral
- Into the Dining Room
- On Toward Walking the Streets
- Glimpses of An Election
- The Dream and The Reality of Violence
- The Admiral Loses More Than a Few Good Men
- Down That Lonesome Road