BILL CADY Word Count: 149,227 - At My Friend's Place

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 99
was Doug. Of course, in school, he was Mr. Herner. He wasn‟t in the locker room we
were using when the altercation began. There were thirty-three lockers in there, the
basketball locker room. I had one for gym class and was getting out of my clothes and
into the shorts and T-shirt I used in this class.
Terrell hadn‟t had a chance to humiliate me today, as he missed me in the foyer,
so he evidently was playing catch-up. He walked over to stand behind me and run his
mouth. “White boy, yo‟ bes‟ get yo‟ ass movin‟ „fore Ah kick yo‟ ass an‟ get it outa this
fuckin‟ room!”
Of those thirty-three lockers, twenty-nine were used by black kids. Three white
guys, plus me, were using the rest. Probably not the wisest place to bring matters to a
head, but I‟d already made it six weeks. To be honest, that was five weeks and four days
longer than I expected of myself, with all the bullshit he was spreading around on me.
Terrell reached up and took a hold with his fingers on my left trapezius. It was,
shall we say, an “other than wise” move on his part.
I spun to my left, right hand coming the way it would if I was gonna punch him.
My widespread hand landed on his left cheek with a sharp, resounding crack. Terrell
went flat on his ass at my feet. Every black kid in that room erupted in hoots and
laughter.
doin‟ shit!”
“Terrell, that white boy done knocked yo‟ niggah ass down, boy!”
“Terrell, ya ain‟t shit, niggah! That white boy gonna whup yo‟ ass!”
“Yo‟ a fuckin‟ wimp, Terrell. That white boy‟s whuppin‟ on yo‟ ass an‟ ya‟ll ain‟
“Careful, Terrell, that white boy might jus‟ kill yo‟ mangy niggah ass!”
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