Justice like waters

摘要

AS HE RAN home crying, the hot tears coursing down his cheeks, he knew exactly what he had to do. He would find his father's pearl-handled .32. He knew where it was. Then he would run back to the family store while the white police officer was still there, the one who had told him "Get back, nigger! Don't you see a white man coming in the door?" and had smacked him in the belly with his nightstick-and he would shoot him dead.