Stanley Crouch / Grandmother / Choctaw / LA History / The Wind Done Gone / Holding

The irritated judge said the roads were no longer for horse flesh but for automobiles. “You little nigger girls need to stay off these roads now,” he said. Snatching the buggy whip, Day-Day got out, went to the door of the strange machine, began pulling the door handle, and demanded that the man get out. The judge’s wife cooed that Day-Day and her sister were only little girls and he should ignore them. “Little girls, hell,” replied my grandmother. “You let that red-head son of a bitch out of this damn thing and we will beat the shit out of him.”