Minnie Cooper Quotes in Dry September
“Except it wasn't Will Mayes,” a barber said. He was a thin, sand-colored man with a mild face, who was shaving a client. “I know Will Mayes. He's a
good nigger. And I know Miss Minnie Cooper, too.”
“It's this durn weather,” another said. “It's enough to make a man do anything.”
“Well,” he said, “are you going to sit there and let a black son rape a white woman on the streets of Jefferson?”
Then the town began to say: “Poor Minnie.” “But she is old enough to take care of herself,” others said.
“Do you feel strong enough to go out?” they said, their eyes bright too, with a dark glitter. “When you have had time to get over the shock, you must tell us what happened. What he said and did; everything.”
“That's the one: see? The one in pink in the middle.” “Is that her? What did they do with the nigger? Did they?” “Sure. He's all right.” “All right, is he?” “Sure. He went on a little trip.”
“Do you see?” the friends said. Their voices sounded like long, hovering sighs of hissing exultation. “There's not a Negro on the square. Not one.”
Minnie Cooper Quotes in Dry September
“Except it wasn't Will Mayes,” a barber said. He was a thin, sand-colored man with a mild face, who was shaving a client. “I know Will Mayes. He's a
good nigger. And I know Miss Minnie Cooper, too.”
“It's this durn weather,” another said. “It's enough to make a man do anything.”
“Well,” he said, “are you going to sit there and let a black son rape a white woman on the streets of Jefferson?”
Then the town began to say: “Poor Minnie.” “But she is old enough to take care of herself,” others said.
“Do you feel strong enough to go out?” they said, their eyes bright too, with a dark glitter. “When you have had time to get over the shock, you must tell us what happened. What he said and did; everything.”
“That's the one: see? The one in pink in the middle.” “Is that her? What did they do with the nigger? Did they?” “Sure. He's all right.” “All right, is he?” “Sure. He went on a little trip.”
“Do you see?” the friends said. Their voices sounded like long, hovering sighs of hissing exultation. “There's not a Negro on the square. Not one.”
