But after Mr. Evers got shot a week ago, lot a colored folk is frustrated in this town. Especially the younger ones, who ain't built up a callus yet.

Got to be the worst place in the world, inside a oven. You in here, you either cleaning or you getting cooked.

I was surprise to see the world didn't stop just cause my boy did.

I always thought insanity would be a dark, bitter feeling, but it is drenching and delicious if you really roll around in it.

Cause everbody care. Black, white, deep down we all do.

She dumb.” I sigh. “But she ain’t stupid.

I started writing it the day after Sept. 11. I was living in New York City. We didnt have any phone service and we didnt have any mail. Like a lot of writers do, I started to write in a voice that I missed.