nice,â she whispers. âWanting to do something.â
âYeah.â But we both know he wonât. Canât. Itâs not like us, where the guys come and go. Emmaleeâs dad is her dad, and thatâs that.
I click off my lamp. Raheem puts his on, so thereâs a soft glow in the room. Itâs how I like to fall asleep most nights. Knowing heâs over there. In the not-quite-dark.
Best of all is Emmaleeâs quiet presence. The whispers of her breath. We snuggle down under the covers and donât even touch, but sheâs right there with me.
I wake slightly trembling. Remnants of a nightmare. Things chasing me. White- and brown-skinned men with erased faces. Bucky Willis, all bloody. Steve Childs, shot full ofholes and sinking into a rectangle plot of earth. There was a fair amount of screaming, in my head. I breathe hard to draw myself out of the dream space.
Emmaleeâs limbs spider over me. I pluck them one by one and slide from beneath the sheets. I sit on the edge of the bed for a while, looking at the curtain, listening to Raheem and Emmalee breathing in off-kilter rhythms.
The dream has left me mind sick, heartsick, belly sick. A storm of icky feelings.
When I lie back down, Emmalee automatically rolls to hug me in her sleep. Her arms coil around one of mine, the way I might hold Little Ralphie, who is tucked safe in his drawer at the moment. Her cheek touches my shoulder.
Iâm glad sheâs here. Iâm glad not to be so alone, but I canât make myself close my eyes. I study the spots on the ceiling, wondering if sleep will hit me by accident between now and when the sun comes up.
CHAPTER 31
I ARRIVE LATE TO POLITICAL EDUCATION CLASS because Iâve been all the way on the other side of the neighborhood, putting up flyers for the health clinic. When I slip in the door, it appears as if all hell has broken loose.
âGuns, shoot!â someone yells out. âYâall cowards when it comes down to it. Ainât no one gonna ever pull a trigger?â
âAll police are pigs!â someone else shouts over the din.
âNo,â Leroy says sharply, cutting through the stew of voices. âWe respect police officers who respect us.â
âThey just happen to be few and far between,â Hamlin calls out.
âI ainât never met one!â Gumbo tosses in. People chuckle.
âI hear that,â Leroy says. âBut youâve also got to understand the principle. We defend ourselves against actions that are unjust. Cop tries to cuff you, let him cuff you. Butif the cop tries to beat you, pull your gun and hope he backs off. See the difference?â
âI ainât getting cuffed for no crime I didnât commit,â Gumbo declares.
Leroy shakes his head. âThatâs what the legal defense fund is for. We donât resist arrest, rightful or wrongful. We do resist brutality. We need to show them we respect the law, but wonât stand for them stepping outside of it. You dig?â
âWhatâs going on?â I whisper, sidling up beside Sam, whoâs standing in the back. Possibly waiting for me. I hope.
âOh, they saw someone get picked up during policing rounds today. People donât understand why the Panthers let him get arrested.â
âThe cops beat on him?â I think of Bucky.
âNo, he just got collared for stealing batteries out of the corner store.â
âDid he do it?â
Sam shrugs. âNo idea. The point is, it was a lawful arrest, so the Panther policers had to let it go. On principle.â
âAnd some people want blood anyway,â I say, looking around at the couple of people who are still leaping out of their seats, shouting out that the Panthers are cowards.
âOff the pigs!â someone yells.
Sam nods. Thatâs the way it goes, I guess. There are always some people who want blood. Maybe itâs the samepeople who always end up ripping up
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