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Always Outnumbered, Always Outgunned by Walter Mosley
4.0
“I ain’t goin’ t’no fuckin’ jail if that’s what you mean.”
Socrates smiled. “Shoo’. I don’t blame you for that. Jail ain’t gonna help a damn thing. Better shoot yo’self than go to jail.”
“Three cops on ev’ry shift. Three shifts,” Right said. “You know we figger that, with benefits an’ expenses, they payin’ at least twenty-five hunnert dollars a day just to look at them kids. Here you got twenty old people right here could hardly pay for food.
“You an’ Winifred broke the rules, Oscar,” Socrates said. “You started that store, made room for black men and women, and didn’t take no collection and didn’t tell’em what to think. You had me here to dinner an’ opened your heart. That’s revolution, brother, rebellion against the rule.
“I don’t know who make the bird fly, man. But I do know who make it shit on my head. I love you, Oscar. Because you the one showed me the truth.”
Socrates smiled. “Shoo’. I don’t blame you for that. Jail ain’t gonna help a damn thing. Better shoot yo’self than go to jail.”
“Three cops on ev’ry shift. Three shifts,” Right said. “You know we figger that, with benefits an’ expenses, they payin’ at least twenty-five hunnert dollars a day just to look at them kids. Here you got twenty old people right here could hardly pay for food.
“You an’ Winifred broke the rules, Oscar,” Socrates said. “You started that store, made room for black men and women, and didn’t take no collection and didn’t tell’em what to think. You had me here to dinner an’ opened your heart. That’s revolution, brother, rebellion against the rule.
“I don’t know who make the bird fly, man. But I do know who make it shit on my head. I love you, Oscar. Because you the one showed me the truth.”