My New Black Magazine - NYU Black Renaissance Noire BRN-FALL-206 ISSUE RELEASE | Page 17

Nillmon, half-stunned, finding himself
kicking the air when what he wanted
to kick was so plain, wipes his mouth
in a nervous sling of his arm, and while
the sleeve is passing over his face he
tries to see if he holds a pistol, feels
himself squeezing it and emptying it.
But he can’t. It is all too easy. This Fon
nigger ain’t scared. He knows now he
has a nigger that needs a thorough job.
Nillmon smiles and spits on the gravel
in front of Fon.