One of the few times they actually went out in public, he walked about five paces behind her, fading into the crowd while they walked home from the Lansing Theater downtown. “What are you doing?” Marcia called to him. “Keep going. Just keep going,” he said, waving her on. “No! I know what you’re doing,” she protested, stopping in the sidewalk. He caught up to her in a few strides. “Well, do you want people to know you’re walking with a nigger?” he scolded. “If I didn’t want them to know I was with you, I wouldn’t be with you! I’m not walking ahead of you anymore!” she fumed.
Bubba Smith.
