Negro Digest - Freedom Archives
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"Naw, the cash draw wuz clean,<br />
but sumbody musta forgot duh<br />
piece ."<br />
"I guess sumbody lef you a birthday<br />
present Duck," Bunky grinned .<br />
"Lets celebrate yo birthday,"<br />
Blue said, pointing the gun at the<br />
feet of us young dudes who had<br />
been standing around .<br />
"All right lil niggas, lets see you<br />
dance ."<br />
We jumped up and down hoping<br />
the crazy nigga wouldn't shoot,<br />
cause we knew he would, with no<br />
sweat.<br />
"Gimme duh gun fo duh poleece<br />
bust alla us!" Bunky rapped . "I'll<br />
stash the mutha ~.t my crib ."<br />
Blue took one last look at the<br />
blue steel death-dealer and handed<br />
it to Bunky who moved quickly<br />
back into the darkness of the hallway<br />
.<br />
"How old you Duck?"<br />
"Eighteen ."<br />
"Lets whup a nigga eighteen<br />
times for yo birthday," Blue suggested<br />
. Duck nodded and looked<br />
away for a stick . A piece of twoby-four<br />
lay in the dusty road . Behind<br />
him . He walked over and<br />
picked it up .<br />
"I guess this'll do ."<br />
At that moment two young white<br />
boys came into view . They were<br />
heading south on Wentworth Avenue<br />
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"Who dem white boys?" somebody<br />
asked .<br />
"Dey aint from duh hood," Tutti<br />
said . "Les gitem ."<br />
When they noticed that we were<br />
near them, they started to run . The<br />
railroad embankment made escape<br />
difficult, if not impossible . One of<br />
them outdistanced us and made the<br />
corner. He stood there at the corner<br />
watching us quiz and hold his<br />
friend .<br />
"Please let me go, I didnt do<br />
anything to youse guys."<br />
"Today yo birthday, hunky,"<br />
Blue shouted .<br />
"It's not my birthday," the white<br />
boy said with puzzlement in his<br />
voice .<br />
"It might as well be, cause we<br />
gon beat yo ass wit this stick ."<br />
Juicy and Cheetah held him<br />
while Blue started to slam the twoby-four<br />
into the seat of the squirming<br />
boy's pants .<br />
"You dirty Black Bastards!!!",<br />
he screamed .<br />
Tutu's fist caught him in the<br />
"bastards" that screamed from his<br />
lips . Blood and spit flew .<br />
During the whole thing I was<br />
sooo happy that these boys had<br />
happened along at the right moment.<br />
Almost a miracle . I decided<br />
that the moment was a good time<br />
to vacate the scene while the white<br />
boy wuz the brunt of the hostility .<br />
E. Van Higgs, author of the story, "Sketch in Blue," is a Chicagoan .<br />
He is a member of the Organization of Black American Culture<br />
(OBAC) Writers' Workshop .<br />
March 1970 NEGRO DIGEST