They weren’t happy—Grandpa swore a blue streak, ranting and raving like a lunatic–but I didn’t care. Big cock I want to go to public school.”
“No grandson of mine is going to school with those niggers.”
I shook my head. I’d never do anything to hurt Cinda or to embarrass you.” Mom turned away and I dug into my homework. I didn’t have a choice in that, did I? I refuse! Please help me. Lying there on the kitchen linoleum was a blood-soaked star in a shallow pool of blood. You hear me, boy? He was All Big Ten and would have made All American if he didn’t hurt his knee. I was supposed to report to the office, but I kept walking…right out the back door.
