The Long Walk Home Page #4

you got your hand in the lion's mouth,

it's better just to pat him on the head.

Mr. Thompson's all right. He didn't

mean nothin' by that. But I tell you,

Mrs. Thompson's mother almost got

a plate of rolls busted upside her head.

- Ooh, and on Christmas Day.

- Mm-hmm.

- Lord, spare that woman's soul.

- Mmm.

I know you got to work here,

but if she said that to me,

I'd have thrown those rolls down

and given her my apron,

told her the next time I serve her is

the day after she walks to my house

- and cooks my Christmas dinner.

- Go ahead, girl.

But I tell you, see, I sit up there and let

her call me a lazy n*gger, and I'll walk.

I'd walk until I

got no legs left

if I thought it was gonna give my

children a better shot in the world.

You work so hard, have some

woman say what that woman said,

and make you wonder who gonna

be sittin' in the backseat in heaven.

- And on Christmas Day.

- Mm-hmm.

- See you tomorrow, girl.

- Okay.

I ain't takin' that.

Listen, I gotta go. All right.

Bye. See you.

Merry Christmas.

Y'all ain't gonna make me

late for Christmas service.

We ain't goin' nowhere

without Theodore.

Besides, you don't look

like you're dressed yet.

What are you

talkin' about?

Mama, you just

don't look ready.

Theodore! See if you can find something

in there for your mama to wear.

Has everybody

gone crazy?

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas.

- Merry Christmas, Mama.

- Merry Christmas, Mom.

Open 'em.

I don't know

how you did this.

I don't know how

I did it either.

Well, you know, ain't...

they ain't gonna wait for us over at

the church now. Come on, y'all. Here.

Mm-hmm.

Well, come on.

Mama's gonna find out she's been

hoggin' that phone and tan her hide.

I gotta go to the shed. Get them lights

straight before I get back here.

Well, yeah, I could get

there if I wanted to.

Yeah. Why not? Stop!

Get away, stupid.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

All right. Hold on.

I'm gonna leave right now.

Yeah, I can get there.

Yeah, I got a way.

I'm hangin' up the phone,

all right? All right?

Okay.

Bye.

Shoot.

Everybody's lost their minds.

- Where's Selma? - She went down

to Leticia's for some hot chocolate.

Did Leticia call?

What you got

behind your back?

- Nothin'.

- What is it?

It's just somethin'.

Stop!

Let's see. About worth a sh*t.

Open your hand before I break it!

Did Selma give you

that quarter?

I can't say.

You hurt my arm.

Damn!

- I don't want no trouble.

- I'm just riding the bus, sir.

I ain't caused no trouble. I don't

want any trouble. You understand?

- Yes, sir.

- Okay.

Selma.

Damn!

I don't care if God himself

comes down and asks.

You don't tell nobody

that Selma and I left.

I know.

Kickin' us out of class.

- My dad is not gonna care.

- It's his fault, not ours.

- I know it's his fault.

- Huh.

- His dad won't care.

- Never does.

- My dad will.

- Hey. We got a n*gger on the bus.

She must be

from out of town.

She must be.

- Hey. Hey. Do you wanna

have some fun? - Yeah.

We're gonna have some fun.

Have some fun.

She's kinda cute too.

Yeah, for a n*gger.

Go on.

You from out of town?

He asked you a question.

No, I'm not

from out of town.

You call him "sir. "

Sir.

Hey, in case you hadn't heard,

n*ggers quit ridin' the bus around here.

Or ain't you a n*gger, girl?

Say

"I'm a n*gger, sir. "

- Say it! - Y'all are gonna have

to sit down back there.

This girl is sittin'

where I wanna sit.

She's supposed to be

at the back of the bus.

All right. You three,

get off the bus... right now.

I said, now, or I'll call the police

and have you thrown in jail.

You think I won't do it?

You think I won't do it?

Old fart.

Don't bring your trashy ass

back on my bus again.

I'll call your daddy.

Damn fools.

I'm gonna teach you

to ride our bus!

Your water's

in the ditch, n*gger.

- Mommy.

- Never mind. Come on.

Catch that n*gger!

Come on back, n*gger!

What do you want?

What did I do wrong?

- Why'd you run, n*gger b*tch?

- Get away from me.

Get away!

Don't talk that way

to me, n*gger.

Leave my sister alone!

Why'd you push me,

n*gger?

- Hit him!

- No!

No!

Go down, n*gger!

Hey! If you wanna

hit someone, hit me!

- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to

get you hurt. - I'm not hurt.

Get his ass in the car. Let me take

you home before I get lynched.

- I didn't wanna fall.

- You stood long enough.

Hello.

My God. What happened

to your face?

It's my fault.

I tried to ride the bus, and Theo got

beat up by some white boys 'cause of it.

You tried to ride the bus?

Is that what you're tellin' me?

You tried to ride the bus,

and that's why his face looks like that?

What's wrong with you?

Wash your face, Selma.

Get Theo cleaned up here.

If you own a car, but you must

be at work during the day,

we have fine young men

who can drive your cars,

allowing you to still

contribute to the boycott.

And now the choir will sing

"We're Marching to Zion. "

Those of you who can help

us with the carpooling,

come forward during

the singing of this song.

- We are marching

- We are marching

- Up to Zion

- Marching up to Zion

- That beautiful city of God

- That beautiful city of God

- We are marching

- We are marching

- On up to Zion

- We're marching up to Zion

- To that beautiful

- That beautiful

- Oh

- City of God

- We are marching

- We are marching

- On up to Zion

- We're marching up to Zion

- To that beautiful

- That beautiful

- Come on, children

- City of God

- We are marching

- We are marching

- On up to Zion

- Marching up to Zion

- To that beautiful

- That beautiful

- City of God

- City of God

- We are marching

- We are marching

- On up to Zion

- We're marching up to Zion

- To that beautiful

- That beautiful

- City of God, Hallelujah

- City of God

- We are marching

- We are marching

- On up to Zion

- Marching up to Zion

- To that beautiful

- That beautiful

- City of God

- City of God

- Lord, we are marching

- We are marching

- On up to Zion

- We're marching up to Zion

- To that beautiful

- That beautiful

- Wonderful

- That wonderful

- Glorious

- That glorious

- Victorious

- Victorious

- We are marching

- We are marching

- On up to Zion

- We're marching up to Zion

That beautiful city of

God

I'm sorry I'm late.

I just had this stuff to

take care of downtown,

and I didn't see any sense in

making the trip out here twice.

I've got this club luncheon, which means

I have to go to the beauty parlor...

as soon as I get back, and then I have

this Junior League thing this afternoon.

- Now, what is he doing?

- Oh, they're tryin' to break the boycott.

They just follow behind people

and try to give 'em tickets.

You just drive nice and slow, Mrs. Thompson.

He'll go back to the lot.

Is that the big

boycott carpool stop?

Oh, yes, ma'am,

I believe it is.

Is that woman drivin'

for the carpools?

Well, I don't know if she is,

but I know there's a lot of women

from the air force

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