Important scene fro "Roll of thunder hear my cry" by Mildred D. Taylor
create by James Guaman
“Just a bit further . . . up ahead there. Ah, here it is.” We entered a small dark clearing with hanging forest vines, totally hidden from the road. “Well? Where’s the surprise?”
“Right here,” I said, smashing Lillian Jean’s books on the ground. “Why, what you do that for?” Lillian Jean asked, more startled than angry. “I got tired of carrying ’em,” I said. “This what you brought me all the way down here for! Well, you just best get untired and pick ’em up again.”
I flailed into her, tackling her with such force that we both fell. After the first shock of my actually laying hands on her, she fought as best she could, but she was no match for me. I was calm and knew just where to strike
e. I punched her in the stomach and buttocks, and twisted her hair, but not once did I touch her face; she, expending her energy in angry, nasty name-calling, clawed at mine, managing to scratch twice. She tried to pull my hair but couldn’t, for I had purposely asked Big Ma to braid it into flat braids against my head.
When I had pinned Lillian Jean securely beneath me, I yanked unmercifully on her long, loose hair and demanded an apology for all the names she had called me, and for the incident in Strawberry. At first she tried to be cute—“Ain’t gonna ’pologize to no nigger!” she sassed. “You wanna be bald, girl?” And she apologized.