Wise Blood Page #2

Maybe you thought that red was for white

folks and green ones was for n*ggers, huh?

- That's what I thought. - You

tell all your friends about these lights.

Red is for stop.

Green is for no.

Men and women, white folks and n*ggers... -

all go on the same light.

Now, you tell all your friends

about that now, you hear?

So that when they come to town,

they'll know.

I'll look after him.

He ain't been here but two days.

- I'm oblined.

- Wasn't nothin'.

I reckon I'll go alonn

and keep you company for a while.

Sure wouldn't wanna get messed up

with no hicks...

particularly the Jesus kind.

I know. I done a lot of that myself.

I was 12 years old, and I could sing

some hymns good I learned off this n*gger.

So this here welfare woman

traded me from my daddy...

took me off to Boonville

to live with her.

She had a brick house,

but it was Jesus all day long.

Reckon she was 40 years old,

and she was ugly.

Her hair was so thin, it looked like

ham gravy tricklin' down her skull.

I got out though.

Wanna know how?

I scared the hell out of that woman.

That's how.

I studied and I studied on it.

I even prayed.

I said, " Jesus, show me a way

to get outta here."

Durned if he didn't.

I got up one mornin'just before daylight.

I went into her room

without my pants on...

and pulled up the sheet

and give her a heart attack.

Your jaw just crawls, don't it?

Don't you never laugh?

It's that boy, Papa.

I can smell the sin on his breath.

- What'd you foller me for?

- I never follered you.

- She said you was follerin' me.

- I ain't follered you nowheres.

I follered her.

I don't want that thing.

Take it. I don't want it.

You take it and you shut up

before I hit you.

I won't have it.

You take it like I told you!

He never follered you.

I got it, but it ain't mine.

I follered her to say I wasn't beholdin'

to none of her fast eye...

like she give me back there.

What do you mean?

I never looked at you with no fast eye.

I only watched you tearin'up

that tract.

Papa, he tore it up in little pieces.

- He tore it up and sprinkled it

all over the ground like salt! - Shut up!

He follered me.

Nobody could foller you.

I can hear the urne of Jesus

in his voice.

jesus.

Now you listen to me, boy.

Jesus is a fact!

- You can't run away from Jesus.

- No. You listen.

I come a long way

since I believe in anything.

I come halfway around the world.

You ain't come so far that you could keep

from follerin' me, though, have you, boy?

Some preacher's left his mark on you.

Did you follow me for me to take it off

or to give you another one?

I hear 'em

scrapin' their feet inside.

Get out the tracts.

They're fixin' to come out.

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