NOW, I, I WONDER IF MAYBE WE SHOULD DO IT AGAIN. WHAT I'M NOT SURE WOULD BE CLEAR IS "NIGGER AND MURDER DEATH"_
SAME BREAK, LAST TAKE.
We were uh, at lunch that day and uh, for a couple of weeks uh, there had been a number of white kids following us. Uh, a series of uh, of uh, hassles, uh, continuous calling us "niggers," "nigger, nigger, nigger," one right after the other. And uh, Minnie was, Minnie Jean Brown was in the lunch line with me. And there was this—I was in front of Minnie, Minnie was behind me and there was this white kid, fellow who was much shorter than Minnie. Minnie was about five foot ten. And uh, this fellow couldn't have been more than five five, five four. And he reminded me of a small dog yelping at somebody's leg. Uh and uh Minnie had just picked up her chili,** out of this line. The help in the whole cafeteria was black, all black. And before I, I could even say … you know, "Minnie, why don't you tell ‘em to shut up?" Minnie had taken this chili, dumped it on this dude's head. It was just absolute silence in the place. And then the help, all black, broke into applause. And the white kids, the other white kids there didn't know what to do. I mean it was the first time that anybody, I'm sure had seen somebody black retaliate in that sense.** And it was uh, again, a good feeling to see that happen. Uh… and to be able to, to let them know that uh, we were capable of taking care of ourselves.