James

by Percival Everett

I chose the word enemy, and still do, as oppressor necessarily supposes a victim.

“Folks be funny lak dat. Dey takes the lies dey want and throws away the truths dat scares ’em.”

“If you’re not making mistakes, you’re not learning.”

I had never seen a white man filled with such fear. The remarkable truth, however, was that it was not the pistol, but my language, the fact that I didn’t conform to his expectations, that I could read, that had so disturbed and frightened