Chapter 34

I wiped at my eyes and turned away from him.

“I’m really sorry,” he said.

“I don’t know what I’d do if someone took my child away from me,” I said.

“They can’t do that,” Jackson pointed out.

“They can’t hang black people from magnolia trees either, but that never stopped them, did it?” I countered. “You can’t own another human being. You can’t go out in the slave quarters at night and rape your female slaves so you can make a bunch of little baby slaves. You can’t burn crosses in people’s yards. You can’t torch their businesses or set people on fire. Don’t tell me about what folks can and cannot do.”

He did not seem to know what to make of this.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I shouldn’t be sitting here and running my mouth like a fool.”

“You ever heard of something called gay rights?” he asked.

I laughed in his face.

“Maybe they don’t exist down here yet, but they’re coming,” he said.

“What’s that got to do with anything?”