Sarah's mind once again slipped wistfully into the past, to that One Hot Summer in 1957 in Madison County...
"Miss Sarah, do you think that -- fifty years from now -- the Negro will be allowed to own guns, just like a white man can?"
"Oh, my dear silly Mandingo: of course not! Even fifty years from now white people wouldn't be that careless."
"Is it because white people are afraid that Negroes would shoot them?"
"There is truth to that, yes. But mainly it's because giving guns to Negroes would be like giving guns to small children. Or Retards. Heck, the Negroes would probably end up just shooting themselves, mostly."
"Miss Sarah, I don't think that. I don't think that at all. I can'ts even imagine Negroes shooting one another. Why would they do such a thing?"
"Oh, it could be any reason. Could be as simple as a Negro shooting another Negro over a piece of watermelon."
"That''d be an Ugly World, Miss Sarah."
"Mandingo, that is why the white man rules: without white leadership the Negroes would inevitably fall back to the Laws of the Jungle."
"Well, I'm glad that will never happens."
"Mandingo: being white has a heavy responsibility…
I am Laslo.
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