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Garfinkel - Color Trouble
Garfinkel - Color Trouble
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CCORDING to the timetable, the bus
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traveling from Washington, D C , to
Durham, North Carolina, is scheduled to
make the run in eight hours. “Lv. Wash. 2 :30:
Arr. Dur. 10 :36,” is the listing. An inconspicu-
ous footnote, however, serves to make this pro-
nouncement less categorical, for it points out,
though in very fine print , that “ the company rr
will not be liable for unavoidable delays.”
Now it must be, an undisputed point among
bus company officials that the traffic manager
in charge of routing buses between Washington
and Durham is grossly underpaid when the diffi-
culties with which he must deal arc considered
in comparison to those of the manager of the
buses traveling, for instance, between New York
City and Washington. The reason for the as-
"It
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Can ' t Happen Here" But it did , on a
bus in Petersburg , Virginia. An oyo-witness
account of a complete, and for that reason
sumption is not hard to explain. Any delays unusual, instance of race conflict.
occurring between New York and Washington
arc attributable to immediately discernible items,
as for instance a flat tire. On the other route, $
however, the manager’s job is infinitely more
complex, for it is during this stretch that de-
lays may occur which arc attributable, accord-
ing to one interpretation, to the denial of “ the By HAROLD GARFINKEL
rights and privileges of a free citizenry , ” and
according to another, “color trouble.” It is here
that culture differences may be brought to keen
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* consciousness, and . clashes which arc at once
tragic and comical, work themselves out upon
an intricate background of prejudice and pre-
conceptions. hold it a minute. Get out there, go ahead , both
In the clashing of perceptions arc to be found of you. Wait till we get settled in here.” Hands
all the elements of drama ; and of peculiar in- on hips, he waited for the doorway to be cleared
terest value for purposes of this paper is the and the group to come to order. Then he turned
drama that was to be found on that bus that and rose on the balls of his feet to count the re-
traveled from . Washington to Durham on Satur- maining seats.
day afternoon, March 23, 1940. A young colored girl and her youthful com
panion had slipped up behind the last white
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couple in the row, and now sat chatting and
T^ HIS particular bus rolled into the Peters- anticipating the crowd. She was perhaps twenty -
*- burg bus depot on time, at a quarter to four years old , high spirited , loud and infectious
seven. Before it had stopped , a press of Negroes in her laughter. Slender, light colored, but not
had formed at the door and stood there champ- very good looking, when she talked she enunci -
ing and grinning, waiting patiently for the door -
ated her words clearly, almost self consciously,
to be opened. Some of the darker faces were and spoke without any trace of an accent . The
shining, and the laughter was spontaneous. The young man with her was lighter than she, of
driver opened the door and slipped out sideways slight build , thin shoulders, flat chest, sensitive,
from behind the wheel in order to collect the -
self conscious in voice and manner. He carried
tickets. The chatter outside increased , and the with him a pile of books which were stacked
knot became tighter. The first two boarding the .
laterally, ,in high school fashion The two had
bus hardly hesitated long enough to hand him talked together for long uninterrupted periods,
their tickets, but came on sticking out their now hushed , now loud, always eager, and al
ways conscious of those around them.
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passes in his general direction, their grinning
faces searching the bus for seats. They came By his glance the driver addressed himself to
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aboard in quick Succession, the first, the second,
the third then two were jammed on the step.
“Now wait a second,” the driver said. “Just
the couple. By nodding his head he indicated
that he wanted them to move to the back of the
bus. They did not respond. “ Look,” he called
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baik, "you tWo will have to move to the back terminate before the situation became so in *
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of the bus.” volved as to create a rising potency of racial
The girl paid no attention to him. feeling and antagonism. \
The driver looked at her sharply. After a “ I can’ t understand this. I’ve never been
pause he spoke to her in low measured phrases.
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treated this way before, and see no reason for
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“ You heard me !” He pointed his finger at it now.” She shrugged hcTshouldeis and waved
her. "Now* go on, move back there like you’re her hands about with the palms up. ''‘ What docs
told.” he take me for ? I have my rights. I’ve paid my
“Say, who do you think you’ re talking to ? ” money, and good money, too. . . /. Besides I
the girl flared. “ Don’t talk to me like that. What can’t sit back there. I told him the scat LB brok-
do you think I am ?” She sounded angry, but en. The boy told him. I’m an ill woman and I .
by this time the situation had become clear to can not sit in that scat. I won’t sit in that scat.
the driver, and after a hasty glance around the He can call the whole police force. . . .” There
bus, he turned and shut the door. Then he was a long silent pause. She sighed finally, and
turned back to her. sat back. The crowd outside had . become still.
“ Well, I guess you’re new down here. In The people stood without much movement , some
case you don’t know' it, there’s a law in this state tired , some resigned . The laughter - in their faces
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which says that Ncc groes load a bus from the
back forward. That’s the law, and either you’re
had been replaced by sullen quiet, for by now
it had Ixrcomc evident that “someone inside is
gonna move back or we’ re not going to take on makin’ a fuss. Probably from up North.”
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any more passengers until you do. Is that The driver, who had been dashing in and
clear ?” \ out of the station in his search for aid , appeared
“Certainly it’s clear,” the girl said. “ It simply from behind the cars parked outside the station.
means that you won’t take on any more passen
gers, because I have no intention of moving from
- Two policemen were with him . All three walked
very briskly, the driver preceding the others by
this scat. I paid the bus company my good
money for it and I ’ m staying right here. Besides,
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a few nervous yards. In pre arranged order they
hopped into the bus, the young officer first , then
look here, there arc enough people waiting out - the driver, and finally the older policeman , who
side to fill all the scats behind as, so I don’t sec remained standing on the lower step. ' '
any reason for our moving back.” The young officer wore sergeant’s chevrons.
“Now look , I ’m not going to stand here wast- His uniform was tight fitting and freshly pressed ,
ing my breath arguing with you. I’m certainly and he wore freshly shined shoes and leather
not going to do that. Either \ oil ' ll move back puttees. His fingers were hooked in a crisp Sam
or I ’ll call the cops.” Browne belt from which dangled a new Jdack
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“Say, what is tills anyway ?” Her voice rose. leather holster, while two bright rows of copier
“ How dare you speak to me that wav. What do headed bullets and a gold - plated badge attested
you take me for ? Go ahead and call the cops. his right to speak w i t h authority.
Do you think I ’m afraid of their tin badges. . . .” “All right,” he muttered aS he peered around
“ Okay, we’ll see.” He turned quickly and for the source of the trouble, “ Who is it ?” The
officiously, 'pushing those at the door aside as driver nodded in the direction ofv the couple.
he harried Out. The girl was sitting ba£ k in her chair, her face
drawn and her breath coming quickly.
He walked down to her scat, turning imper -
CHE was sitting up straight in her scat now ceptibly to allow for the narrowness of the pas
sageway. Before speaking he looked long and
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^ and looking at those around her as if seek-
ing some sign of support . The whites in front hard at both of them .
remained immobile. No one clucked , no one “ All right, now,” he asked finally, “ what’s
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blew out his breath impatiently, no one turned
to glare. No one was embarrassed as yet, but
only rendered actionlcss by the vigor and fero-
up ?”
She did not answer or open her eyes, and
young man took it upon himself to explain.
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city of this denial of the commonplace. The em
barrassment and hnger would come later. No
- “ Nothing’s wrong, officer. Nothing at all is
wrong. We arc simply sitting in these scats we
doubt the clarity of the girl’s sentence structure paid to ride in. My friend here Is ill. She can’t
and the absence of an accent warned that this ride over the wheel, and besides the scat back
was no ordinary “ Negro-gonc-wrong.” Both ..
there Is b r o k e n . H i s voice was just a bit too
whites and blades, though sensing the direction loud and too dear, an arrogant adolescent re -
in which events might go, wished to hear a little peating by rote. Clearly he was not the one to
more, anticipating perhaps a show which would deal with . The whites w'crc not attracted to him
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because he was neither white nor black , spoke pull out Number Two. I’m' rehaving some trouble
like neither, and threatened to upset a good here and it . looks like
# we not going to ioll
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fight.
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for some time yet. Load these on , willya ?” He
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“ Why doesn’ t that guy shut up and let her indicated the silent black group around him
do the talking ? ” , with a wave of his wrist. Then he climbed n.
The fat cop followed him, and they both su >d
up front. Neither one moved. The bus was v < ry
DEFORK the youngster had finished his rc - silent.
Feeling behind him for the scat, the driver j
^ cital the officer had stepped back in order
/ to get an uninterrupted view of the girl. “ Aw, leaned against it , crossing his legs in front of
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be quiet , ” he muttered. Under this impact the him. .
“ Well, this Ls your trip, not mine. I don’ t c irc
young man's chattering lurched , hesitated ,
when we leave. I can wait all night . . . .”
petered out. By way of compensating for this
humiliation the boy resorted to gaping ' up in- No response. He stared at the girl absent -
solently, conspicuously, into the officer s face. mindcdly, sucking his tooth.
The older man rendered this tactic ineffective by . .
“ . I know this, though. We aren’t moving
out of this yard until you two move back .”
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choosing to ignore it. He addressed the girl
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directly “But look , driver,” she was repeating it again
just for him , because evidently it wasn’t quite
“ Maybe you don’t know it, but this bus is
being held up just on accounta you two.” He clear, and the trouble really was no trouble but
. only a failure of the two of them to reach a
hooked one hand in his belt “Let’s not have
any more trouble, is that clear ? Now pick up -
rational, common ground. “ I ook , driver, we
aren’t breaking the law . We aren ’t sitting up
your stuff . .. . front there. When vou let the others in , thcv ll
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The girl was not to be so easily placated and more. We wouldn ’t
“Get out of here !” she cried. “Get out of fill in the back up to us
. we go
here, do vou hear me ? You can ' t scare us. We’ re have moved otherwise So why must
not animals. We’re not dirt. Just because we’re back ? I can’t see the point. I can’t . She began
to cry. “ Honestly, I can’t see the point. I’m ill
colored, you think you can push us around like -
sacks of meal ! I’ m not afraid of you , do you besides, and can’t sit back there. Won ’t you be
hear me ? You don’t frighten me one bit , not one lieve that ?” She cried silently, slouched back in
tiny bit, with your gold- plated badge and your her seat , her head in her open hands .
shiny bullets. Coming in here to bulldoze me
with your bullets!”
The bus load of people cringed under the T^ HE driver continued to stare at her. Silent
A until now , the older policeman pushed past .
pertinency of her observations as well as the
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The high school senior sitting next to me was people must fill the bus startin’ fum the rear.
on . his way to Duke University from Lansing, Now I didn’t make the law, but that’s what it
Pennsylvania, in order to see about the possi - says, and there ain’t much you or me can do
about it.”
bilities of a football scholarship. “ What kind of
No sign of response.
hooey is this ? ” he mumbled, without looking up
from the floor. —
“ It’s just a law' that way the State Law of
Virginia.”
The driver was outside the door, calling to a
helper across the yard . “ Hey, Ed, you better She looked straight up into his face for a
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long, uncomfortable moment. Taking a deep “I know what 1 would do if 1 was him.”
breath, she began to answer him , slowly at first, “ What would you dor* What would you do ?
but then with increasing speed and mounting You’d do no more than he’s done. He can’t
vehemence . touch her because she’s right and he knows it.
‘• You’re not talking to me about the Virginia According to plain common sense she’s right,
Stale Law. . . . 1 don ’ t \know a thing about the and don’t think he wouldn ’ t be glad to get out
Virginia State Law. I never heard of it . I don’t of the whole damn thing. What he’s trying to
have to hear of it. This Isn’t Europe, you figure out now is how he can get through with
know'. This Isn’t Europe ! This is America ! her and still be able to say to his boss or her
I’m not a Virginian, I’m a free American citi- lawyers if she brings it to court , that he was act
ing in the name of common sense and the pub-
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zen. I can travel when and where I please and
I don’t need to give account to anyone. No one,
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lic trust. The poor flat foot is having his own
do you understand ? No one! At least,” she .
troubles Right npw he’s thinking so hard his
protested, “at least I didn' t think I had to give
account to anyone. Why . . . w hy, there’s a Con
stitution. Did you ever hear of the Constitution ?
Did you ! Did your Virginia State Law ever
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brain’s like to pop from the strain. So what
would you do ? Better just shut up and listen,
that’s what you * better do.”
“ We been in here almost three-quarters of an «
What is the difference between me and any other on cars but you don’ t. I ’ll be damned, square
lights. They ought to burn that boiler before
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Rights or no rights, logic or no logic, sft was as anybody on this bus.” A few heads in front
still a Negro and had talked too damn I Aid . turned slowly for the first time since the incident
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began. “ What Is more important , I'm ill. 111 ! definite lo contribute.
More than once his
I * m sick ! I can’t ride over the wheel and I won’t gestures indicated his unquestioned disapproval
ride over the wheel. Besides, the scat is broken of what the other speakers were saying. All was
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and I will not sit in a broken seat. Say look ,
Mister, tell me, what is it that’s wrong with me ?
quiet in the bus except for the gentle moai . ing
of the girl and the whispered comfortings ol
Exactly what Is it ? Is there something wrong her companion.
with my money ?” And here her voice began Then the colored man got on again, v* cm
to thin with tears. “ I ’ m as gpod as any others.
Because my skin is different from yours. . .
straight to his scat, and sat down without say
ing a word. He was followed shortly by the bus
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The girl was saying things too bluntly. Who driver, who began to distribute white cards such
ever speaks these things out ? Mention them to as arc used in casc ^of accident. Space was pro-
your priest ; argue about them in class ; a joke vided on the card for a brief description of the
or two perhaps ; but never, never shout. There accident, a statement as to who was at fault,
arc still some common decencies which white and an indication that the undersigned would
persons expect the educated Negro to observe. be willing to act as fa witness in court. Space
Granted that the word “equal” may be inter
preted according to logical procedure to mean
- was provided for the name, address, city and
state of the signer.
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that educated Negroes and whites may ride side ,
by side on the bus is that any reason to take
advantage of a good thing ? Leave us a way
out ; cake dough whipped too hard will turn
The card idea did not ca ch on.
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“ What do you want u t<rwrite ?”
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“ Uh, just write down what you saw.” The
driver was flustered . He was an hour llte, had
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been ill advised , his job might well be in the,
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“Because I’ m colored and you’re white you
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think you can treat me like like ” She burst
into a long, sobbing wail, complaining finally
balance, the Negroes were taunting him , and
the whites didn’t know what to do. Well , nei
ther did he.
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through her tears that she had never been so
embarrassed in her life. The boy next to me
“ Do you want us to sign our namc r ”
“ Is thfe going to court ?” ^
understood this. He settled back with a relieved, “ There really was no accident. How can you
“ Hah ” . answer it ?”
The heavy crying broke the tension, and the “ What did you write ?”
policeman took the opportunity to leave He . “ What did you write ?”
picked a cautious way up the aisle, shaking his “ The hell with it . I left mine blank. I don’t
head as he went. Many turned to stare unkind
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- want no part of . it.”
“ Look , look , he wrote ‘nonsense’ on his. Let
ly at the colored girl for her rudeness Enough
was enough. After all, she had made her point. me sec again. Took , Cecelia, look what he wrote
Now “ why don’t she move back and let’s get on his. ‘Nonsense.* Isn’t that cute ? Here lemme.
going ?” . . . May I just borrow it a second ? Thanks.
It was getting late and , seeing no further de- Sec ? . . . Arc you going to sign vour name ? . . .
velopments, the passenger began to grow' im- Reallv ?”
patient.
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The boy snapped him up. The bus driver dropped his head , his dips
"Oh no it isn’t ! We were anting just be- pressed together in annoyance.
hind here. We moved up one scat.. One seat, "If that’s the ease, then I have " no further
that’s all.
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objections." She turned in her seat to collect her
"1 don’ t like to contradict you. . . ." purse and hat. The driver let out a long, si W
The girl spoke. "Of course there is no reason
to contradict him, because I was sitting back
breath, and pushed his hat back from his foie
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there right in that broken scat.” Rising from her place, she hesitated , glaru d
The colored gentleman toward the rear nod - up at the driver and , gnawing her lip, settled
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ded his head in relieved agreement. He reached back. Before he could question this new dev el
out and touched the driver’s arm. opment , she began.
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"She's right, driver . . . right across there. "You have been very fair to me. You have
She was sitting there.” been a gentleman. . . Again that smile.
The driver conceded the point. The bus was a tomb of cold , puzzled silane.
"Okay, so you were sitting there. Well, it’s a “. . . You’re a gentleman, and I’m a lady. . .
fair enough deal, isn ' t it ?" She sounded almost drunk .
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“ . . and therefore. .”.
Therefore !*
'TA'HE young man with her revealed himself as
the weaker of the two by the spirit of his
“. . . and therefore, I think that as a gentle
man to a lady you owe me an apology."
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acceptance. While speaking he glanced quickly Good God in HLs everlasting mercy, did she
from one face to the other. "Alice, that’s fair realize what she was doing ? The stillness pound -
enough. Isn’t it ? 1 think that’s fair enough. ed on the ears.
Don’t you ? He’s willing to meet us half way and
I think we ought to do the same."
“Alice . . .’’ the young man behind her pro
tested.
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There was a slight pause before she looked "Yes," she continued , "that strikes me as verv
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up, smiling, and though many looked for t , there
was no hint of malicious satisfaction ; nothing
to indicate that she was intending, subtly or
fair.”
not, to rub salt into an inviting wound. rPRANSFIXED, the driver stared down at
.
She tossed h?r head slightly "All right,” she her. The smile remained in her face, and
nodded, "I’m willing to compromise. What you she nodded her head ever so slightly from side
ask is very fair, and I ’ll be more than glad to to side as if in nervous approbation of her idea.
meet you half way. That is all I ask , after all." "Apologize. Apologize for what ? ” His words
She looked straight into his face and he nodded were thick with effort .
blankly in agreement. "Except that I still will "For the way you spoke to me.” The smile
not move back to a broken scat.” vanished. “. . . And also, incidentally, I want it
In one long stride the driver was beside the understood that I ’ m moving back to that
scat in question. He gave it a wrench, then a seat only on the condition that it remains in
harder one. The ratchet caught with a loud
* perfect working order. . . .”
click , and the scat fell into place. A few turned in their seats, visibly shocked .
“There you arc.” He returned graciously. Slowly the driver straightened up. This was
“ Fixed.” He bounced the cushions with his the opening, here was something to under -
palms. "Try it yourself and see. Nothing broken stand ; the fog had finally dissipated and the
about it now. It just hadn’t caught, that’s all.” barriers were down.
The two of them hitched themselves around He backed up with a snarl, “You black . . .”
to examine it over their shoulders. Putting his Growling and blind with rage, he was out of the
books down beside him , the younger one got .
bus in three clattering leaps. “. . fool. . . .
up to try it. He was yelling for the police even before he
“ You know,” the girl said to the driver, who was out of earshot.
was dusting ofT his hands, “ you know, I don’t "Where did they go ! Where did they goi”
like this any more than you do.” A brief glance around the yard , and he strode,
“ I know. Well, I’ve tried to be as polite as almost ran, into the depot. The door had fond -
I could about it . I want to be a gentleman if
I can.. . . .” * the three men emerged .
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ly slammed shut when it was flung out again ;
The boy brushed past him and plumped into The driver jumped into the bus first and stood ,
the seat. “ It’s okay, Alice. I tried it and it’s arms akimbo, as the fat policeman walked down
okay.” the aisle. The papers were in his hand as he
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approached them, and before he began to speak don’t want no trouble outta you . You better
he cleared his throat. come quiet and don’t make no fuss.”
“All right,”* he snapped , “ now listen. You
first / he indicated the boy by pointing his fin-
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with disorderly conduct and creating a public typewriter. Anything else ?”
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disturbance on a vehicle operating. . . ’* The “ No.” Shifting over from the scat next to the
voice droned on. The boy put his hand to the window', she stepped out to the aisle while the
side of his head registering amazement. When cop backed up to give her room. She caught
the charge had been read , the cop handed the the scat for balance, and stood swaying slightly,
warrant to the boy. “ Here.** her hand pressed to her forehead , her eyes
The boy took it. closed . A moment later she collapsed into the
The cop turned his body in facing the girl , laps of the colored couple sitting across from
who by now was sitting upright, watching every
thing, at once fascinated and repelled by the
- her. Her arms flapped unnaturally as she fell.
With an awkward movement of his elbow
performance. A law suit seemed a very definite and arm , the policeman tried to stop her. /
thing now. The necessity for taking the right .
“ Here. None of that. None of . . . Say what
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steps was impressed upon her consciousness. arc you trying to pull ?’’ She lay there while
For many of the passengers it was the first time he looked around foolishly. If she weren’t really
that tjjcy had witnessed the serving of a war
rant , and now to be so close to the actual legal
- unconscious, how was he to prove it to her ?
And if she were, how was he to get her out of
procedure proved intriguing. The linkage be - there with his hands already full ?
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tween the delicate, razor edged wording of the
document and the fat cop reading it was not
“ Come on, cut it out . That’s an old trick .”
He turned and addressed the people ahead , put-
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clear ; but one thing was certain , this was the
law in action albeit in slow motion .
“ Warrant for the arrest of Alice MeBean,
ting it to them . “That’s an old trief ’ The
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girl remained motionless, however , and the
couple in whose laps she lay were squirming
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of four forty one Wilmington Park West , in and holding her head up with the ends of their
fingers.
New York City, in the City of Petersburg, Vir -
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ginia on this twenty-third day. . . .’* He read The cop put down the typewriter ease and
reached down to get a grip. A white man rose
hers through without interruption. Finished , he
handed her the paper with an abrupt move- to help him but was pushed back by another
ment , and stepped back to let them precede him. sitting across the aisle. “ Leave her.”
“ You arc both under arrest . Collect your stuff
and get off this bus, and right now.**
TTE had the girl around the chest with his
The two of them sat there looking at each
other. Then they peered into the blank pink ^ 4: arms locked in front of her. She made a
long, unwicldly bundle, resembling nothing so
faces around them , at the driver, up at the cop, much as a seedy scarecrow, with her disheveled
and finally back to each other. coarse black hair, homely flat features, head
“Come on , get up. Get up! Get your stuff , tipped mawkishly on ont shoulder, arms hang-
wherever it Is, and get out .’’ • ing limply, though at a slight angle, away from
The boy started to rise, was checked momen - her bodv. The cop shifted his awkward burden
tarily by the restraining hand of the girl. in order to keep her feet from dragging. Even
“ Don’t make no fuss, there,’’ the cop warned, so he had to shuffle up the aisle with his legs
“ because I already give you the warrant, and I * apart to keep from tripping.
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At the door two pairs of arms extended into “ I hope they have buses. I bet I’ll ha \ c to
the bus’s interior to grab the girl’s legs. One call him up now to meet me.”
step at a time the load was carried out , heavily The student returning from vacation to
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and with much difficulty The cop stepped full Chapel Hill, the sociologist away from h me,
on his heels as he went down each step, and twisted in his scat in order to address the p etty
the impact could be felt throughout the bus. girls sitting behind him . One leaned for ard .
Once outside, two men were found sulficient to smiling when he opened his mouth to ind cate
carry the limp burden. Once, however, they that he wanted to say something.
had to stop while the one holding her legs
boosted her up with his knee, balancing her
“ Well , there you have it. The next time some
one speaks to you about our ‘classless society,’
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there until he was able to get a better hold .
you tell them about what you saw and ask them
for an interpretation.”
A CURIOUS knot of people followed them to The girl looked properly impressed with this
^ the patrol wagon, whtwo »rc it was a short profound observation. The student smiled m a
moment’s work to load the of them in. After .
tired , knowing way “ Did you ever read
supervising this procedure, the young officer It Can' t Happen Here ?"
turned for a final word with the bus driver, who She shook her head to indicate a negative an -
checked to sc* that everyone was aboard, and swer. “Only the first few pages ” .
climbed in himself . The patrol wagon moved off He twisted up further in order to get a clearer
slowly, almost reluctantly. The siren did not view of her. “ Better read it.” The driver took
wail. The bell was silent. And the wagon waited a curve hard , and rather than risk losing the
patiently for the traffic to clear before getting possible good impression that he had made, the
into the line of cars going in its direction. student slid back into Ills seat.
The driver watched the patrol wagon until
it had become an inconspicuous part of the gen - The buzzer sounded and the bus slowed to a
crunchy stop in order to discharge three Negro
eral stream of movement , and then he turned. passengers. Hunched over in anticipation of the
Without a word he began to collect the cards low* doorway, the first one tapped the driver on
which he had distributed earlier. He glanced the shoulder and waved his hand in friendly
at each one as it was handed to him , and looked
greeting as he clattered out. “Thankya, boss.”
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up somewhat startled at one which read , “ Non- The second did the same. The third said noth -
sense Bone- head playing all around.” He
. ing. His hand on the door lever, the driver
reached the end of the aisle. called after them.
“Any more ? Did I miss any ? ” A few shook . “ Boy, she sure didn’t come from Virginia, did
their heads. “Okay.” He walked absent-mind - she ?”
edly over to his seat, and sat down slowly, en-
grossed in reading the cards. , At length 'he “ Ah shood say not !” The answer drifted down
the length of the bus as the group moved off.
^
glanced abruptly up into the mirror pocketed
the cards hurriedly, cleared his throat, and He leaned toward the door, addressing the
leaning forward , flicked on the ignition. The darkness " ‘•Ain’t you boys glad you live in Vir-
. " “
deafening crescendo, and then waited for the There was no echo to the driver’s thin laugh -
roar to subside before putting in the clutch. The ter.
gears screamed , whined , dropped to a complain - “Good night.”
ing moan , and with a dull resigned “clop” fell “. . . . So long.”
into place. The bus jerked as it started to roll.
The door swung shut , the gears ground into
*
A few
-
“ Eight thirty.”
tipped back as the passengers ad
scats - place, and the bus pulled away. The driver
glanced around quickly and turned backvwith
justed themselves for the night trip. a sniff of embarrassment. “A- h-h.”
The boy next to me hoisted himself free of
He punched out the lights. The bus picked
the seat by using his elbows and the seat arms
up speed , slackening but imperceptibly as it
for leverage, and as he settled slowly into a
jolted over a railroad crossing. According to any
fresh position , he plucked at the crease in his
overt signs, the drama was over. ...
trousers.
* * * *
“ How far is it from Durham to Duke ?”
Shall we applaud ?
• “ A mile maybe.”
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