what I really want to do is put my hands up over her ears so she can’t hear this talk. And worse, hear me agreeing. But then I think: Why? Why I have to stand here and agree with her? And if Mae Mobley gone hear it, she gone hear some sense. I get my breath. My heart beating hard. And I say polite as I can, “Not a school full a just white people. But where the colored and the white folks is together.”
