One white man on the platform in south carolina asked us where we were going--we had got off the train to get some fresh air and to dust the grit and dust out of our clothes. When we said africa he looked offended and tickled too. Niggers going to africa, he said to his wife. Now i have seen everything.
Man corrupt everything, say shug. He on your box of grits, in your head, and all over the radio. He try to make you think he everywhere. Soon as you think he everywhere, you think he god. But he ain't. Whenever you trying to pray, and man plop himself on the other end of it, tell him to git lost, say shug. Conjure up the flowers, wind, water, a big rock.