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

Bill Cady, The Early Years … by Bill Cady 100
They were unrelenting. Terrell had shamed himself in front of all his “black
brothers”, although I don‟t think many of them cared for him all that much. This was
1965, the year of the Watts riots. Racial tension and hatred flooded our country. If I‟d
been going at it with him over a racial issue, I probably would‟ve died right then, at that
very moment. However, since he started it, and the only reason it happened is because he
was a bully, and they all knew it, they just laughed at him.
Terrell was still getting off the floor when Doug Herner came into the room.
Doug asked what was wrong. Thirty-three voices said, “Nothing”.
He told us to get our asses up to class and watched until we started leaving the
room. Doug gave me a raised eyebrow question, asking if everything was okay.
“No sweat,” I told him with a nod and went on to class. Now we‟re done upstairs,
back at our lockers, taking things off. Terrell hasn‟t forgotten anything about what
happened, and couldn‟t if he wanted to. All the black guys needled the hell out of him
during gym class about how that white boy could whip his ass anytime he wanted and
Terrell was just a fuckin‟ punk niggah.
He came up to me again, still running his mouth, and put his hand the same place
as last time. I repeated my earlier response exactly. He hit the floor in the same place,
just as hard, or harder. The crowd went wild.
“Terrell, tha‟ white boy done whupped yo‟ sorry niggah ass again!”
“Terrell, ya‟ll bes‟ be gettin‟ yo‟ lazy niggah ass outa heah b‟fo‟ that mean ol‟
white boy kills ya!”
“Terrell, yo‟ such a pussy, even them white girls is gonna be whalin‟ on yo‟ fat
niggah ass pretty soon!”
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