Can you understand when the Negroes talk? Sure. Can you imitate one? They say “’bacca” for tobacco. They say “I ’clare.” I ’clare this and I ’clare that. But they don’t talk much. Mostly they work. At hog-killing time, Mr. Mawhinney has Clete and Old Henry who gut the hogs. They’re Negroes, they’re brothers, and they take the intestines home and eat ’em fried. Chitterlings. Would you eat that? Do I look like a Negro?
