John Lawrence Monologue

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You ain’t goin’ to like this one bit. You know Lawrence? That sweet boy… that poor sweet boy…. They lynched him. Those white-skin monsters lynched him! I didn’t attend to his death of course, but I’ve seen that rope around his neck, John. You want to know how I saw it? It isn’t because they told me and showed me his hanging corpse. They put a picture of that sweet boy on our doorstep. Can you believe the nerve of them?! Putting a picture of that boy hanging there on our doorstep! The thing I noticed more about the picture was not so much Lawrence; believe me though, my heart stung like a wasp stung it, but this one little girl in it. This little girl was smiling up at Lawrence’s body! Smiling! Have you ever looked at a deceased person and smiled? You better not have! Death of any kind just burdens my heart, …show more content…

Why that boy got murdered by those monsters? Of course, you do! I know you, John. Curious as a cat. Lawrence and I were bringing vegetables to one of them white folk houses when we witnessed one of our own being beaten. I told him, John. I really did. I told him to leave that poor man to be beaten. To not interfere or he is next. That boy did not listen one bit! He handed me the baskets he was carrying and told me to wait there. I was carrying four baskets of vegetables, John! You always called me weak, but what do you think now, huh? He walked up to the crowd that was beating that poor man and pushed some of those men aside. He helped that man up and told them to stop hurting him, and to find something better to do! Can you believe that, John?! Well, instead of listening to Lawrence, they started beating him up along with the other man! They noticed I was standing there and to carry on to my dailies. I wasn’t about to be next, so I hurried to the house that I was delivering vegetables to. I was struggling to not drop any of the baskets though. At first, it was easy to carry them, but they got heavier and heavier as I

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