School Daze Page #6

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- He threatened me with expulsion.

They're talking

about kicking me out of school.

Man, that isn't no threat. That's a promise.

- That ain't no joke.

- I doubt it.

Anyway, look.

Y'all supposed to be my boys, right?

Right.

And we all agree

that Mission has to divest, right?

- Right?

- Yeah.

All right, then, that's it.

We got to do something, something big.

I don't know what it is yet.

But it's got to be something

to let McPherson, the Administration...

and the world know that we won't have

no part to this apartheid thing.

Hey, look, I need y'all, man.

The rest of these okey-doke Negroes

is too worried about graduating...

and getting a Brooks Brothers suit.

But y'all, I need your back.

Hey, look, if you all ain't down,

you all just another bunch...

of foot-shuffling, wannabe

white Uncle Toms, as far as I'm concerned.

Dap, man.

You know I love you like my brother, man...

but I mean, what is wrong

with wanting to have a nice job?

- I don't think anything's wrong.

- Yo, man, my daddy, my mama...

they slaved all their damn life

to send my black ass to school.

- Do you think I got bank?

- Hey, I'm not finished, man.

I'll be the first one in my family

to go to college.

I mean, Dap, man,

do you realise what that means?

I mean, the first one ever.

And all my family has always been

sharecroppers since slavery.

- Man, apartheid is slavery.

- You can do what you want to do, Dap.

I ain't throwing it away for nobody.

Not you, not Bishop Tutu,

not even Jesus Christ Himself.

Come on. Let's go.

Come on, y'all. Don't leave me hanging.

Dap, you need to lighten up, man. Seriously.

Stay out of trouble.

Hey, McPherson is bluffing, y'all.

Dap, in life there are times to be quiet, man,

to shut the f*** up.

This is one of them.

- That's the way it's going to be, huh?

- That's the way it is right now, bro.

Bet. That's a bet.

Later for you cheese-eating n*ggers.

F*** you all.

Hey, yo, why we got to be all that, Dap?

You need to max out, man.

What do you two-faced,

backstabbing bastards want?

We want to know, do revolutionaries

eat Kentucky Fried Chicken?

Excuse me, Book. Let me ask you

just one question, my brother.

- Book.

- What?

When you going to get this

goddamn raggedy car fixed, man?

Now, what's wrong with it, man?

I mean, it runs like a stocking, man.

And furthermore, you know,

you wouldn't believe...

how many women I done boned

in that there back seat.

Man, you got to get a new word, man.

You're running boning dead.

- Like what?

- Like "blend."

- Try "blend."

- No more boning. Try "blend."

Bet. Bet. Hey.

You wouldn't believe how many women

I done blended in that back seat right there.

You're right. We wouldn't believe it.

Never let it be... I said, never let it be said...

that Booker T. Washington

did not satisfy a woman.

- Man, I lays much pipe.

- Yeah, you're just like the Roto-Rooter.

Liquid-Plumr.

Check it out. If you have so many women...

how come it is

that we ain't seen you with one, not one?

Not naming names.

I got to graduate.

All you guys think about? Is that it?

- You damn skippy.

- Monroe, my man, my man, talk to me.

- What do you want us to think about?

- World affairs.

- The trickle-down theory.

- Who's gonna win the Super Bowl?

I just get tired of y'all

always talking about women.

- Women.

- Well, you ought to try it sometime.

- Yo, man, it beats singing.

- That's right, God damn it.

- That's another thing.

- What's another thing?

- Shut up, man.

- Why don't you learn how to articulate...

- you juvenile delinquents?

- Shut up, man.

- You turnstile-hopping...

- Shut up!

Welcome to Kentucky Fried Chicken.

May I help you, please?

You know what?

I think we should eat somewhere else.

Yeah, let me have

a two-piece meal with fries.

Yeah, two-piece, all-white with fries.

Right, so make that three two-piece

with fries and a Colonel's Meal.

- White meat or dark?

- You want white meat?

- I want white meat.

- Yeah, he wants white meat.

- We don't have any white meat today.

- Then why did you ask?

So, Monroe, I'll give you that $30 back

next week, man.

Yeah, right.

Book, you got any salt down there?

All right.

Excuse me, brothers.

Think I can borrow the salt from y'all?

We ain't finished. So I said to the b*tch:

"Look, you don't come to me

with no sh*t like that."

So when do you think you'll be finished?

What time it is?

- Later for them, man.

- I ain't thinking about them suckers.

Look, don't start no sh*t, all right?

- Just let them go.

- Over here.

What? What do you want, man?

- Do you boys go to Mission?

- Yeah.

Is it true what they say about Mission men?

Hey, Grady, man, no. Let's go.

Hey, yo, f*** them.

We've already paid the money for this...

Yeah, yeah. I know it. Let's go. Come on.

No, man. I ain't finished eating

my chicken yet, man.

Hey, yo, why we gotta...

For them suckers, man?

Yo, Dap, hold up! Yo, Dap, man!

- Yo, Dap, chill for a minute.

- Squash it, Edge.

Hey, yo, Dap, come on, man. Don't do that.

- Squash it.

- Yo, Missionaries.

- The jheri curl is popping sh*t.

- "Missionettes."

Ready-for-the-world is popping sh*t.

Come on.

Man, what's up with that?

- Yeah, brother. What do you want?

- You ain't no kin to me.

That's right, and we ain't your brothers.

How come you college motherfuckers

think you all run everything?

- Is there a problem here?

- Big problems.

I heard that.

You come to our town year after year

and take over.

We was born here, gonna be here

and gonna die here...

and can't find jobs 'cause of you.

Yeah. Right. Now can we go?

Okay, can we just go?

I mean, we may not have your education...

- but we ain't dirt, neither.

- And ain't nobody said all of that, all right?

You Mission punks

are always talking down to us.

Look, Brother, I'm real sorry that you feel

that way, okay? I'm really sorry about that.

- Are you black?

- Take a look in the mirror, man.

Look, you got a legitimate beef, all right,

but it ain't with us, okay?

Are you black?

Look, man, don't ever question the fact

whether I'm black.

In fact, I was going to ask

your country-bama ass...

why you got them drip-drip chemicals

in your hair.

That's right, God damn it.

And then come out in public

with a shower cap on your head.

- Like a f***ing b*tch.

- Who you calling a b*tch, b*tch?

Well, if the shoe fit...

You know, I bet you n*ggers

do think y'all are white.

College don't mean sh*t.

Y'all are n*ggers,

and you going to be n*ggers forever.

Just like us.

N*ggers.

You're not n*ggers.

- Come on, man.

- F*** you up.

Get the f*** out of here before I bust a cap

in your young college ass. Go on.

Wait a minute. You know what?

I don't really want to believe that,

I mean, but do we really act like that?

My name's Bennett. I ain't even in it.

No, no, but you know,

what the guys were saying about us.

That my name's Paul,

and that's just between y'all.

- Yo, man, we're not wannabes.

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