The Least Among You Page #5

-What?

They burned a cross in my room.

-My mother's.

-Oh, me God.

Sorry, Fred.

Lord, please, help me make these grades

so I can get that job back.

I promise I won't let go of the dream.

Hey, phone. It's an emergency.

-What's the news, Doctor?

-Your mother's had severe kidney failure.

-We can get her through this, but for now.

-For now?

The medication she was on

was for a minor infection.

She needs to be on a dialysis machine

for weeks, maybe months.

So hook it up.

-We can cover initial expenses, but...

-How much?

Could go 5000 or more.

Good God.

-If you weren't at that fool seminary...

-Bobby...

We ain't got nothing.

We need to get this money

around here, okay?

I've been telling you

to come to this meeting.

Whatever you want, man.

You see how I'm riding around here,

Cadillacs and chicks.

Boy, you need to get

some of this big money.

I'm tired of you

and all these two-time losers

coming in here and hanging around

broke down JoJo, okay?

You know, 'cause these

white pimps and thieves, man,

they got us in here like slaves.

You know that.

They got us working the ghetto

instead of the plantations,

and they gonna keep it that way too,

I'll tell you.

You know that?

But most of these dumb brothers,

they don't know what I know, baby.

-Yeah, go on, Roscoe. Go on, man.

-Yeah, serve them drinks up right, JoJo.

Look at that. Hey, Richie.

Give my man a drink, man.

Good to see you.

Look, education's the answer.

Richard Kelly got a big degree, huh?

-JoJo.

-How you doing, my man?

-What you in here lecturing about?

-I'm just hanging, man. Really.

Come here. Come on, baby. Come here.

Get your butt up now.

Hey, why don't you say hello to Lisa?

-Nice to meet you.

-Nice to meet you.

She went to college until she decided

having babies would be more fun,

ain't that right, baby?

Yeah, like you know everything.

Roscoe, I understand what you're saying,

but there's no future in that.

Hey, the only future's in what you take.

You gotta take the stuff like that.

-Stop it, Roscoe.

-You see how I grabbed her like that?

-All right now.

-You smart brother, you smart.

You can learn a trade.

You could do anything you want.

Look, I always used to read and just write...

Really?

You can't read nothing, Negro. Shut up.

Take her for instance,

she sure do got a trade.

-Roscoe, stop it.

-Come on, brother. Relax.

Cut it out! Roscoe!

Relax?

He gonna save all us sinners.

His mama been telling everybody how

her boy's gonna be a minister of the gospel.

All right now.

You gonna be just like the rest of these

bigmouthed preachers out here

taking people money, huh? You next?

Roscoe, you just afraid.

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