Calvin Baxter Quotes in Temple Folk
2. New Mexico Quotes
My father grabbed the paper. “Now that’s a real man right there,” he said, “supporting his own people, not working for the white man like you doing. They told me in the pen that you Five-O. I can’t think of nothing worse for the Black man than working for the pigs.”
“Now you be strong,” the Swan said to her son. “This boy is going to fix your leg and you’ll be feeling good as new.”
My ear caught hold of what she said. Though I tried to put it out of my mind, needing to focus on the matter at hand and not startle the Swan, her words confused me.
[JoJo] was someone with an essentially good nature, who could be moved by fanciful notions of a glorious past to compel his sense of virtue. I was glad it was a hardened man like me who’d experienced this and not him. It was one discovery I highlighted in the record of our time in New Mexico and delivered to the Bureau on my return. The Swan, mistress of Mr. Muhammad and mother to his illegitimate son, was a passing woman; soldiering for a cursory kind of freedom, wrought in the lie of white superiority we thought they all opposed.
Calvin Baxter Quotes in Temple Folk
2. New Mexico Quotes
My father grabbed the paper. “Now that’s a real man right there,” he said, “supporting his own people, not working for the white man like you doing. They told me in the pen that you Five-O. I can’t think of nothing worse for the Black man than working for the pigs.”
“Now you be strong,” the Swan said to her son. “This boy is going to fix your leg and you’ll be feeling good as new.”
My ear caught hold of what she said. Though I tried to put it out of my mind, needing to focus on the matter at hand and not startle the Swan, her words confused me.
[JoJo] was someone with an essentially good nature, who could be moved by fanciful notions of a glorious past to compel his sense of virtue. I was glad it was a hardened man like me who’d experienced this and not him. It was one discovery I highlighted in the record of our time in New Mexico and delivered to the Bureau on my return. The Swan, mistress of Mr. Muhammad and mother to his illegitimate son, was a passing woman; soldiering for a cursory kind of freedom, wrought in the lie of white superiority we thought they all opposed.



