We need laws against them.
Drastic laws.
When a durn lowlife jew can come to a free country like this and just because he’s got a law degree, it’s time to put a stop to things.
A jew is the lowest thing on this creation.
And the lowest kind of jew is a jew lawyer.
And the lowest kind of jew lawyer is a Memphis jew lawyer.
When a jew lawyer can hold up an American, a white man, and not give him but ten dollars for something that two Americans, Americans, southron gentlemen; a judge living in the capital of the State of Mississippi and a lawyer that’s going to be as big a man as his pa some day, and a judge too; when they give him ten times as much for the same thing than the lowlife jew, we need a law.
I been a liberal spender all my life; whatever I had has always been my friends’ too.
But when a durn, stinking, lowlife jew will refuse to pay an American one tenth of what another American, and a judge at that—”
“Why did you sell it to him, then?” the barber said.
“What?” Snopes said.
The barber was looking at him.
“What was you trying to sell to that car when it run over you?” the barber said.
“Have a cigar,” Snopes said.
27
The trial was set for the twentieth of June.
A week after his Memphis visit, Horace telephoned Miss Reba.
“Just to know if she’s still there,” he said.
“So I can reach her if I need to.”
“She’s here,” Miss Reba said.
“But this reaching.
I dont like it.
I dont want no cops around here unless they are on my business.”
“It’ll be only a bailiff,” Horace said.
“Someone to hand a paper into her own hand.”
“Let the postman do it, then,” Miss Reba said.
“He comes here anyway.
In a uniform too.
He dont look no worse in it than a full-blowed cop, neither.
Let him do it.”
“I wont bother you,” Horace said.
“I wont make you any trouble.”
“I know you aint,” Miss Reba said.
Her voice was thin, harsh, over the wire.
“I aint going to let you.
Minnie’s done took a crying spell tonight, over that bastard that left her, and me and Miss Myrtle was sitting here, and we got started crying too. Me and Minnie and Miss Myrtle.
We drunk up a whole new bottle of gin.
I cant afford that.
So dont you be sending no jay cops up here with no letters for nobody.
You telephone me and I’ll turn them both out on the street and you can have them arrested there.”
On the night of the nineteenth he telephoned her again.
He had some trouble in getting in touch with her.
“They’re gone,” she said.
“Both of them.
Dont you read no papers?”
“What papers?” Horace said.
“Hello.
Hello!”
“They aint here no more, I said,” Miss Reba said.
“I dont know nuttin about them and I dont want to know nuttin except who’s going to pay me a week’s room rent on—”