“Are you going to get us some robes?” Malcolm deadpanned in a manner that had Jeremiah chuckling heartily, but only internally for the moment. “Well, no, we can’t let no niggra wear a white robe,” the Klansman said, pondering alternatives as Malcolm leaned in over the tripod of his fingers. “I tell you what, Malcolm,” Fellows finally said, “we can get y’all some purple robes.” “Oh, no, no, no.” said Malcolm, unwilling to let the opposing leader slip the leash. “We want white robes.”
