Have No Shame (24 page)

“Hello?”

My voice stalled in my throat.
What was I doin’?

“Hello?” he said, again.

“It’s…it’s me,” I said softly.

He was silent for a beat. “Alison?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Alison, what’s wrong? We said we wouldn’t take the chance of callin’. Are you alright?”

“They killed another man. Jimmy Lee got arrested for beatin’ up Thomas Green and now Mr. Green’s been hung.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. I held the receiver so tight my knuckles hurt. “There was a note in his pocket that said somethin’ like, ‘Back off or you’re next.’ And his uncle, Billy, he told me not to go to the jailhouse.” I spoke so fast I could barely breathe. “He said he’d take care of it, but Jimmy Lee didn’t come home, so I guess he’s still in jail, and I have no idea what else Mr. Carlisle might have meant. I thought he meant he’d get a lawyer or somethin’. Oh, God, Jackson, what should I do?” I gasped a quick breath. “I think Jimmy Lee had him killed.”

“Okay, okay. Damn it. But you’re alright? Where are you?”

“I’m fine. I’m at my apartment.”

“Maggie and I are leavin’ in an hour to go to South Carolina. Damn it. Can you call Mr. Kane? Let him know what’s goin’ on? Alison, how can you be sure this isn’t because they caught wind of the boycott?”

“I can’t, but I’ve wracked my brain and I don’t remember Mr. Green bein’ at the meetin’. I’ll call Mr. Kane. He’ll know if he was there. He knows everyone who attends.”

“Can you go stay at your mother’s?” Jackson asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Alison, I don’t want you to be alone. If there’s any chance that Jimmy Lee knows what we’re up to, you’ll be in danger.”

He was right. “Okay, I’ll stay at my parents’. I wish you were here.” I wished so hard, my stomach ached.

“Me too, but we couldn’t be together anyway, so what good would it do?”

“Why do you have to be so practical?” Wishin’ that, just for once since leavin’ home, someone would make everything in my life okay.

“Because I want to stay alive.”

“Life got you a little freaked out, sis?” Jake asked when he came to pick me up in Daddy’s truck.

“A little.”

“Want me to take you to see Jimmy Lee?”

It hadn’t dawned on me that goin’ to see him was an option. I was still the obedient, little girl Daddy raised. I didn’t really want to see Jimmy Lee, but part of me thought it was my wifely duty to act as if I cared, and another part of me wanted to try and figure out what was goin’ on in his head.

“You’d do that?”

Jake drove toward the jailhouse and handed me a paper he’d had tucked under his leg.

I unfolded the paper and was surprised to find an application to Mississippi State. “Where’d you get this?”

“Mama got it for me.”

“No, she did not.”

Jake grinned. “Daddy doesn’t know. She said it wouldn’t be easy to get in, and I’d have to work to afford it, but she said they had great art courses.”

“Jake, what will Daddy say? You can’t leave him.”
We can’t all leave him
.

“I probably won’t even get in, but Mama says I have to try. I don’t know what’s come over her, but she’s been different since you left.”

“How do you mean?”

“I don’t know, just different. She’s all…like, tellin’ me to follow my dreams, and she takes pies she bakes outside to the field hands and stuff.” Jake laughed, then said, “You shoulda seen Daddy’s face the first time she took them a snack. He shot her a look, and she just went on like she didn’t see it.”

I couldn’t believe Mama was takin’ such blatant strides. I wondered what other changes I might find when I got back to the farm.

The jail smelled like old leather and summer sweat. I wrapped my arms around myself as I sat and waited to be taken back to see Jimmy Lee.

Jake leaned in close beside me. “You okay?”

I nodded, unable to speak. What would I say to Jimmy Lee? What if his uncle came in and saw me? I shuffled my feet and clasped my hands together.

“Would you really go to that school?”

Jake shrugged. “Maybe. I don’t know. I want to.”

My world was changin’, and I was either gonna change right along with it, or remain in an unhappy marriage and raise my child with a racist husband.

“Mrs. Carlisle?” A bald, overweight officer spoke with a stern voice as he held the door open. His eyes dropped to my pregnant belly.

“A woman in your condition shouldn’t have ta worry yourself none. None of us want your husband in here. He was just cleanin’ house.”

Cleanin’ house?
Was the entire police department corrupt?

“He’ll be out of here soon enough.” He turned and winked.

The door closed with a
clank
behind us as we made our way down the narrow, gray hallway. At the end of the hall, we turned right and the officer stopped in front of a solid door with a small glass window. He opened the door and stepped aside.

Inside, Jimmy Lee sat at a metal table. He wasn’t wearin’ handcuffs, as I’d imagined. He didn’t look especially tired or even unhappy. He stood and opened his arms.

“Alison,” he said, and pulled me close.

“You’re okay?” Completely taken aback by his warmth, I gently pushed away. 

“Sheesh, yeah, I’m fine. Piece of cake.”

The door closed, leavin’ us alone in the stark room.

Jimmy Lee sat down and I lowered myself into the cold, metal chair across from him.

“Your uncle told me not to come, otherwise, I woulda been by yesterday.”

“That’s okay. It won’t matter. There won’t be a case by tonight,” he said smugly.

“Whaddaya mean?”

“We took care of things. I don’t think the Green’s will be botherin’ us anymore.”

The room began to spin.
Took care of things.
I didn’t want to believe it. I grasped for some other explanation. “They’re droppin’ the charges?”

“In a way.”

I held my purse in both hands to keep them from shakin’. “In what way? Either they’re droppin’ the charges or they’re not.”
Tell me you didn’t have him killed. Please, lie to me if you have to, just please tell me
.

“Oh, they’ll drop the charges all right. Stupid niggers.”

The word made my skin crawl. “Do you have to do that?”

“What?” He held his palm up toward the ceilin’, as if he had no idea what I was referrin’ to.

“That—callin’ ‘em stupid.”
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up
. I knew I was travelin’ down a dangerous path. My life was speedin’ out of control, like a train wreck waitin’ to happen. My pulse raced, my hands worked at frayin’ the edges of my purse, and I wanted to jump up and run from the room—heck, I wanted to run from Arkansas.

“They are stupid,” his voice escalated as he rose from the chair. “Dumb niggers think they can keep me down? No way would Daddy or Uncle Billy let that happen.”

Your father? Your uncle? How long can you rely on them to take care of you?
Had I relied on Daddy takin’ care of me for too long? On some level, was I still relyin’ on the security of him too much?
I forced my emotions inside, and asked when he’d be comin’ home.

“I’ll be out by midnight.”

“Midnight?”

“They’re settin’ bail tomorrow, but I think somethin’ is gonna change that plan.”

Mr. Green’s dead body
.

“I’m stayin’ at Mama’s tonight. I don’t really wanna be alone.”

Jimmy Lee nodded. “Okay. I’ll get you when I’m out.”

“Not at midnight.”

“In the mornin’, then.”

“Yeah, mornin’. Okay.” I let Jimmy Lee take my hand in his. My stomach twisted and turned. My husband was responsible for a man’s death, and I had to keep my mouth shut. My Daddy’s voice haunted me—
Know your place
—but the image of Mama sneakin’ up to the back door of the furniture store rivaled that thought.

Jimmy Lee didn’t come to collect me the next mornin’, and my phone calls home went unanswered. 

“Let the man be. He’ll come when he can,” Daddy said dismissively. “He’s in a mess of trouble. He might be meetin’ with lawyers or somethin’.”

“I guess, but he coulda called,” I said.

My father sat at the head of the kitchen table eatin’ his eggs as quickly as he could. “Are you alright, Pix? You don’t look very well.”

“I’m just tired. My husband is in jail, Daddy, and Mr. Green is dead.” I watched his eyes narrow. “Aren’t you affected at all by Mr. Green? I mean, he was hung from a tree, Daddy. I saw him. It was awful.” I pushed my plate away.

He went to work on his biscuit. “It’s not my business,” he said between bites. “And it ain’t yours, either.”

Mama walked behind my chair and set a glass of orange juice in front of me, pattin’ my shoulder, remindin’ me to go easy. My entire life was spent goin’ easy. No wonder Maggie blew up.

“My husband beat that kid, of course it’s my business.” I set my eyes on Daddy, ignorin’ the heat from Mama’s stare.

He set down his fork and looked up at Mama, but spoke directly to me. “Your husband did whatever he felt he had to do. Know your place, Alison. Don’t cause undue trouble. There’s enough of that goin’ ‘round right now.”

I stood and paced, then threw my napkin on the table. “Right now, Daddy, I’m so sick of knowin’ my place that I could puke.” I stormed out of the house and sat on the front porch.

Five minutes later, Mama joined me.

“Mr. Kane called. The Blue Bonnet meetin’ is scheduled for tonight instead of Wednesday.”

A silent message passed between us;
Mr. Green’s death had sent up alarms.

Twice as many people showed up that night as had the previous week. Mr. Kane explained that supporters from other towns were already arrivin’, with others on their way. Many had already arrived in neighborin’ towns. The boycott had been rescheduled. We had three days to prepare.

Mr. Kane leaned on his shotgun and announced with a low, serious tone, “Now, we’re suggestin’ that women and children stay inside their homes durin’ this protest. We don’t know what we’ll come up against, but if Mr. Green is any indication, it may be very dangerous.”

“How many is comin’ from other towns?” A short colored man asked. The crowd murmured in agreement with his question.

“We don’t know, but it looks like hundreds of protesters, includin’ the Black Panthers.”

The Black Panthers? Maggie?
I hadn’t heard from her since she’d left for South Carolina. How would they make it here in three days? I wondered how the South Carolina protest went.

“What can we expect, in town, I mean?” my voice quaked.

“We’re gonna march down Main Street with signs and picket the businesses. None of the supporters are fixin’ to show up at work, at least none that are takin’ part in the protest.”

“They’ll shoot y’all. You know that. They hung Mr. Green; the police, they’re all part of it. I saw it. I heard it with my own ears.” Mike Taylor, who worked in the lumber mill, pulled at the straps of his overalls.

“Shot? We can’t be part of that!” The voice came from the back of the crowd.

Mr. Kane nodded. “Now, now, settle down. Mr. Taylor, you’re right, but there are a few police who aren’t tainted. And Mr. Nash is bringin’ the press, so everything will be documented. People will know.”

“But people know about everything that’s goin’ on. That doesn’t stop it from happenin’,” someone else called out.

Albert came burstin’ through the woods and into the center of the group. He bent over, out of breath. “South Carolina, the march. It—” he panted, catchin’ his breath.

“What?” I urged him.

He turned to face me. “It went real bad. Six people died. More injured.”

“Maggie? What about Maggie and Jackson?” I asked, fear snaggin’ hold of my emotions and my voice.

“Don’t know. I don’t think it’s good, though. Several men are missin’. A ton got arrested.”

A collective gasp came from the crowd, followed by a shoutin’ of questions and worried comments.

I grabbed his arm, then let it go quickly. “How’d you find this out? We have to find them.”

“Pastor Peters got a call. They’re tryin’ to track down everyone. The Panthers showed up with guns. Everything went haywire. That’s all I know.”

I grabbed hold of Mr. Kane’s arm.
Guns
!
“What should we do? We can’t do this.”

Mama stood before Albert and set her hands on his shoulders. “Albert, listen to me. You tell me any information you get, do ya’ hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” His forehead glistened with sweat, fear shadowed his eyes.

“How, Mama? How can he do that?”

“Calm down, Alison.” She turned back toward Albert. “He knows how.”

Albert nodded.

I understood that there was much I was not privy to.

“Listen, Alison, we’re goin’ home. You are not to leave the farmhouse—understood?” She turned to Mr. Kane. “Are the others ready for this?”

“Chicago, Mississippi, DC, yes, they’re all ready.”

Mama nodded, then faced the angry group. “Then, so are we. Change isn’t easy, and it’s not a game. But if we’re gonna make this happen, now’s the time.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearin’. Her daughter was missin’ and she was tellin’ everyone to risk their own lives? Why? I couldn’t see the value in the protest if death would be the outcome.

On the way back to the farmhouse I argued with Mama. “How can you tell them to do this?”

“Maggie and Jackson will be fine. Maggie promised that she wasn’t gonna get involved if things got violent. She and Jackson probably took off when things got ugly.”

Her words were confident, but in her eyes, worry swam.

“What if they didn’t? What then, Mama? What if they find Maggie and Jackson hangin’ from trees?” A cramp strangled my belly like a vice. I called out in pain.

“What is it?” Mama pulled the truck over and slammed it into park.

“Nothin’, just a cramp. I’m okay.” I breathed deeply and leaned far back in the seat, givin’ my baby as much space as I could in my tight ball of a stomach.

“Alison, this is too stressful for you. I don’t want you comin’ to these meetin’s anymore.”

“I’m fine. Let’s just get home.” Another cramp called my attention, this one not quite as strong. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths until it subsided.