Rosewood Page #2

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Well...

you figure wrong...

friend.

Come on inside.

Hey, Gertie,

got some good news.

Mr. Mann here

ain't sellin' nothin'.

Turn that music down.

My husband

got a suspicious mind.

Oh, yes, I do.

He's sweet on you.

Scrappie, come over here

and help me with this bird.

Must be New Year's.

Yes, sir.

Come on in, Mr. Mann.

Evenin', Mr. Mann.

Ma'am.

Thank you.

This is my brother James,

his wife Emma,

and their daughter Jewel.

Be quiet.

Scrappie,

show the man a seat.

You can sit here.

Thank you.

Scrappie!

Now, I had a talk

with Mr. Andrews...

on your behalf today.

What about Mr. Andrews?

Mama, that old cracker...

caught hisself whistling

at Scrappie and all that.

What?

Yeah, that's right.

I went over there

and gave him some words.

Sylvester, what you say

to them people now?

Mr. Andrews, I come to have

a word with you about my cousin.

Now, I expect you

to show her some respect.

You expect, boy?

I don't like Scrappie

feelin' scared around nobody.

That a threat?

Ain't no threat needed.

I'm just sayin'

I don't mess with your peoples,

I don't want you

messin' with mines.

Now, I thank you

very kindly, sir.

Sylvester, you can't talk

to white folks like that...

and not expect a rope

around your neck.

Look, times

is changin', Mama.

Now, I ain't

no sharecropper.

I'm a music teacher.

Times ain't never changed

for no crackers, boy.

Don't you forget

they burned a colored man...

over in Wylie last summer

for winking at a white woman.

Sure did.

I know that, Mama,

but it's all right for them

to whistle at Scrappie?

No, that ain't right.

What do you think about all this

business, Mr. Mann?

Oh, that man

ready to eat.

Would you like to say

the blessing, Mr. Mann?

No, ma'am.

I'll do it, Mama.

I'll do it.

Thank you for the bounty

of our lives...

and the blessings

you've bestowed on us...

at home and family.

Can I have my yams now?

Who wants ham?

I want some yams.

Scrappie,

come eat a part of the bird...

that went over

the fence last.

Well, at least ask him...

all right, all right.

Ma'am, I ain't had a supper

like that in a long time.

Thank you kindly.

You're welcome.

You been drifting long,

Mr. Mann?

Seem like forever.

That ain't no kind

of life for a man.

You get yourself

a good piece of land,

the right woman...

a man can make

a new start 'round here,

make something

of hisself.

Ain't that right,

Scrappie?

Well, Aunt Sarah think Rosewood

colored folks' heaven on earth.

Best place these

old eyes ever seen.

Colored folks own

all the land around here.

All the businesses, too,

except for

Mr. Johnny Wright's store,

and he a halfway

decent white man,

if there ever

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