Published: The New Masses, May 15, 1934.
Transcribed: Sally Ryan for marxists.org in 2001.
"Ain't nobody seen it," said old lady Lucy Doves. "Ain't nobody seen it, but the midwife and the doctor -- and her husband, I reckon. They say she won't let a soul come in the room. but it's still living, cause Mollie Ransom heard it crying. And the woman from Downsville what attended the delivery says it's as healthy a child as she ever seed, indeed she did."
"Well, it's a shame," said Sister Wiggins, "it's here. I been living in Boyd's Center for 22 years, at peace with these white folks; ain't had no trouble yet, till this child was born -- now look at 'em. Just look what's goin' on! People acting like a pack o' wolves."
"Poor little brat. He ain't been in the world a week yet," said Mrs. Sam Jones, taking off her hat, "and done caused more trouble than all the rest of us in a life time. I was born here, and I ain't never seen the white folks up in arms like they are today. But they don't need to think they can walk over Sam and me -- for we owns our land, it's bought and paid for, and we sends our children to school. Thank God, this is Ohio. It ain't Mississippi."
"White folks is white folks, honey, South or North, North or South," said Lucy Doves. "I's lived both places and I know."
"Yes, but in Mississippi they'd lynched Douglass by now."
"Where is Douglass?" asked Mattie Crane. "You all know I don't know much about this mess. Way back yonder on that farm where I lives, you don't get nothing straight. Where is Douglass?"
"Douglass is here! Saw him just now in the field doin' his spring plowin' when I drove de road, as stubborn and boldfaced as he can be. We told him he ought to leave here."
"Well, I wish he'd go on and get out," said Sister Wiggins. "If that would help any. His brother's got more sense than he has, even if he is a 17-year-old child. Clarence left here yesterday and went to Cleveland. But their ma, poor Sister Carter, she's still trying to battle it out. She told me last night, though, she thinks she'll have to leave. They won't let her have no more provisions at de general store. And they ain't got their spring seed yet. And they can't pay cash for 'em."
"Don't need to tell me! Old man Hartman's got evil as de rest of the white folks. Didn't he tell ma husband Saturday night he'd have to pay up every cent of his back bill, or he couldn't take nothing out of that store. And we been trading there for years."
"That's their way o' striking back at us niggers."
"Yes, but Lord knows my husband ain't de father o' that child."
"Nor mine."
"Jim's got too much pride to go foolin' round any old loose white woman."
"Child, you can't tell about men."
"I knowed a case once in Detroit where a nigger lived ten years with a white woman, and her husband didn't know it. He was their chauffeur."
"That's all right in the city, but please don't come bringing it out here to Boyd's Center where they ain't but a handful o' us colored -- and we has a hard enough time as it is."
"You right! This sure has brought the hammer down on our heads."
"Lawd knows we're law-biding people, ain't harmed a soul, yet some o' these white folks talking 'bout trying to run all de colored folks out o' de county on account o' Douglass."
"They'll never run me," said Mrs. Sam Jones.
"Don't say what they won't do," said Lucy Doves, "cause they might."
"Howdy, Sister Jenkins."
"Howdy!"
"Good evenin'."
"Yes, de meetin's due to start directly."
"Soon as Madam president arrives. Reckon she's having trouble gettin' over that road from High Creek."
"Sit down and tell us what you's heard, Sister Jenkins."
"About Douglass?"
"Course 'bout Douglass. What else is anybody talkin 'bout nowadays?"
"Well, my daughter told me Douglass' sister say they was in love."
"Him and that white woman?"
"Yes. Douglass' sister say it's been going on 'fore de woman got married."
"Uh-huh! Then why didn't he stop foolin' with her after she got married? Bad enough, colored boy foolin' round a unmarried white woman, let alone a married one."
"Douglass' sister say they was in love."
"Well, why did she marry the white man, then?"
"She's white, ain't she? And who wouldn't marry a rich white man? Got his own farm, money and all, even if he were a widower with grown children gone to town. He give her everything she wanted, didn't he?"
"Everything but the right thing." "Well, she must not o' loved him, sneaking round meeting Douglass in de woods."
"True."
"But what you reckon she went on and had that colored baby for?"
"She must a thought it was the old man's baby."
"She don't think so now! Mattie say when the doctor left and they brought the child in to show her, she like to went blind. It were near black as me."
"Do tell!"
"And what did her husband say!"
"Don't know. Don't know."
"He must a fainted."
"That old white woman what lives cross the crick from us said he's gonna put her out soon's she's able to walk."
"Ought to put her out!"
"Maybe that's what Douglass waitin' for."
"I heard he wants to take her away."
"He better take his fool self away 'fore these white folks get madder. Ain't nobody heard it was a black baby till day before yesterday. Then it leaked out. And now de folks are rarin' to kill Douglass!"
"I sure am scared!"
"And how come they all said right away it were Douglass?"
"Honey, don't you know? Colored folks knowed Douglass been eyeing that woman since God knows when, and she been eyeing back at him. You ought to seed 'em when they met in de store. Course they didn't speak no more'n Howdy, but their eyes followed one another 'round just like dogs."
"They was in love, I tell you. Been in love."
"Mighty funny kind o' love. Everybody knows can't no good come out o' white and colored love. Everybody knows that. And Douglass ain't no child. He's twenty-six years old, ain't he? And Sister Carter sure did try to raise her three chillun right. You can't blame her."
"Blame that fool boy, that's who, and that woman. Plenty colored girls in Camden he could of courted, 10 miles up the road. One or two right here. I got a daughter myself."
"No, he had to go foolin' round with a white woman."
"Yes, a white woman."
"They say he loved her."
"What do Douglass say, since it happened?"
"He don't say nothing."
"What could he say?"
"Well, he needn't think he's gonna keep his young mouth shut and let de white folks take it out on us. Down yonder at de school today, my Dorabelle says they talkin 'bout separatin' de colored from de white and makin' all de colored children go in a nigger room next term."
"Ain't nothing like that ever happened in Boyd's Center long as I been here -- these 22 years."
"White folks is mad now, child, mad clean through."
"Wonder they ain't grabbed Douglass and lynched him."
"It's a wonder!"
"And him calmly out yonder plowin' de field this afternoon."
"He sure is brave."
"Woman's husband liable to kill him."
"Her brother's done said he's gunning for him."
"They liable to burn Negroes' houses down."
"Anything's liable to happen. Lawd, I'm nervous as I can be."
"You can't tell about white folks."
"I ain't nervous. I'm scared."
"Don't say a word!"
"Why don't Sister Carter make him leave here?"
"I wish I knew."
"She told me she were nearly crazy."
"And she can't get Douglass to say nothin', one way or another--if he go, or if he stay--Howdy, Madame President."
"I done told you Douglass loves her."
"He wants to see that white woman, once more again, that's what he wants."
"A white hussy!"
"He's foolin' with fire."
"Poor Mis' Carter. I'm sorry for his mother."
"Poor Mis' Carter."
"Why don't you all say poor Douglass? Poor white woman? Poor child?"
"Madame President's startin' de meetin'."
"Is it boy or girl?"
"Sh-s-s-s! There's de bell."
"I hear it's a boy."
"Thank God, ain't a girl then."
"I hope it looks like Douglass, cause Douglass a fine-looking nigger."
"He's too bold, too bold."
"Shame he's got us all in this mess."
"Shame, shame, shame!"
"Sh-ss-ss!"
"Yes, indeedy!"
"Sisters, can't you hear this bell?"
"Shame!"
"Sh-ss!"
"Madame Secretary, take your chair."
"Shame!"
The March meeting of the Salvation Rock Ladies' Missionary Society for the Rescue o' the African Heathen is hereby called to order... Sister Burns, raise a hymn....Will you-all ladies please be quiet? What are you talking 'bout back there anyhow?"