Issue #20 (2011) PDF - myweb - Long Island University
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developmentally delayed. The neighborhood kids called her Retardo, and his grandmother called<br />
her a crack baby.<br />
He had been counting down to this day for 365 days, marking off a calendar his mother got<br />
from the dry cleaner that featured Asian women. His mother had yelled at him when he took it out<br />
the trash.<br />
―What you want to look at those Chinese women all year for<br />
―I just want the calendar,‖ he had said, retrieving it from the trash like it was buried treasure.<br />
It was last year, on this date, August 11, when he saw his Uncle Kev and his crew in the<br />
playground. Kev was his dead father‘s youngest brother. He was with a group of guys all wearing<br />
the same uniform—white wife beaters and baggy jeans. From a distance, as they loped across the<br />
playground, pants in various stages of gravity-defying freefall, they looked like a gang of toddlers in<br />
too-big outfits, The pavement seemed to exhale heat, and the wind held its breath, and everything<br />
seemed tense, tight, and about to combust.<br />
Jamel ran over to the gang. Breathing heavily, he fell in step with his uncle‘s clique. He<br />
walked with them a good while before they realized they had a stowaway.<br />
―Yo, little man thinks he down with us,‖ a short, tatted guy said, circling Jamel.<br />
―That there‘s my nephew. Jamel, what you want‖ Kev asked, appearing in a parting of the<br />
guys.<br />
―Nuthin‘. I‘m just hanging with you,‖ he said, trying to strike a determined pose.<br />
―I see that, but where you s‘posed to be‖ Kev asked, anger rising in his voice.<br />
―Come on, Uncle Kev. It‘s my birthday.‖<br />
―Happy Birthday. How old are you‖<br />
―I‘m nine.‖<br />
―Tell you what; come back when you‘re ten.‖ Kev‘s friends fell out laughing.<br />
Jamel felt the anger rise inside his head, and for a moment the world went all red. Then he<br />
felt a pounding in his head, not rhythmic like the neighbor‘s salsa music but a four-one-three-fivetwo<br />
syncopation that made him feel wobbly and confused. It was a minute that seemed longer to<br />
him, but when the air began to fill his concave chest again, and he opened his eyes, his uncle was<br />
standing there holding a twenty-dollar bill.<br />
―You want it or not Go get some candy or something.‖<br />
Jamel grabbed the bill and stuffed it in his pocket. ―Thanks,‖ he said, whirling around and at<br />
the same time running to catch the red light right before it blinked green. Jamel dashed in front of a<br />
car, causing the driver to brake suddenly and swear out the window, but Jamel was already running<br />
toward his friends on the basketball court. He would not tell them about his money; he did not<br />
want to end up buying everyone something, nor did he want them to think that he had it like that.<br />
There would be a fight. Someone‘s feelings were always hurt, and there was always a fight. Jamal<br />
put his hand in this pocket and held the money in his fist.<br />
He felt proud of his uncle and the fact that he had money and friends and respect in the<br />
neighborhood. That was a year ago. Since then Jamel had made a point of running into Kev as much<br />
as possible. Kev would give him a little money or send him to the store and reward him, so it didn‘t<br />
seem like he was begging. He reminded Kev last week that today was his birthday, and Kev<br />
promised to take him shopping today. Now that he was ten, he would have to start taking life more<br />
seriously. He had to make sure his mother and Dawn were taken care of. He needed to talk to Kev<br />
about a job after school or something like that. He heard the knocking at the door when he slipped<br />
his polo shirt over his head. As his head emerged from the dark softness of the well-worn cotton,<br />
he heard his Uncle Kev‘s voice. He ran out into the living room and forgot himself when he<br />
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