A Kind of Freedom. Margaret Wilkerson Sexton
Or better yet, you’ll be like that Simmons boy in Tremé, heard of him?”
The boys shook their heads.
Daddy smirked as he spoke. “He was a mail clerk in France. Got sent home after he lost his leg, came back to an opening at the post office down on Loyola. He rode over there and took the test, thought he was a shoo-in. Veterans were supposed to have first preference after all, and he made the highest mark of anybody, but you think they hired him?” Daddy repeated, “You think they hired him?”
Neither boy answered.
Finally Daddy turned to Renard. “What do you think about all this, son?” he asked, shaking his head.
Renard looked at Evelyn before he spoke. He cleared his throat and took a sip of his water. Evelyn whispered a little prayer.
“Well, I think we’re living in a state of hypocrisy bigger than any this country has ever seen,” he started.
“Amen,” Daddy shot in, seeming surprised by his own agreement.
“And something has to be done so that we don’t sacrifice our lives just to come back still not quite American. Let’s say we are victorious overseas, what’s going to come of the next generation of Negroes here? I mean, before I defend this great nation with my life, I’d want to know that we as a people would be guaranteed full citizenship rights upon our return.”
“Exactly, exactly, now this brother has some sense. I’m going to call you Ernest Wright from now on, set you up out there on Shakespeare Park.” Daddy smiled at Renard, but it was Andrew whom he slapped on the thigh.
Renard looked up at Evelyn again, this time with gratitude. And she was proud of him; she’d expected half his speech to come out in stammers, and none of it had, and from what she could understand, it was profound; even her daddy had said so. Still she couldn’t internalize his joy; her mother’s mood alarmed her. Evelyn knew because of Mother’s concern over Renard’s preferences that she wasn’t being malicious. No, she had assessed the situation and determined there was cause for concern somewhere, but Evelyn couldn’t locate it, and that was what spooked her worst of all.
Evelyn walked Renard out that night, fighting herself to be as happy as he was.
“Did you hear it when your daddy called me son?” he asked. “He did, Evelyn, he did. I never heard that word come out like that before.”
“I knew he would like you,” Evelyn said.
“I know. I should have believed you, but I was so nervous. Imagine if he hadn’t. You’re the most important person to me. I couldn’t live if I couldn’t have your hand.” He kissed her in front of the house the way she’d always wanted, but Evelyn pulled away, feeling someone somewhere was watching her.
Once he was gone, she walked back up the porch steps. She could hear her parents arguing from the door.
“But did you see his shoes? And did you hear what he said about where he lived? Twelve brothers and sisters. Can you imagine? For our daughter? And in a house on Amelia Street the size of a shack? He’s a low-class man, Josephine. Not middle, middle I could take, I could do something with it, but low.”
Then her mother’s long silence, its heaviness breaking: “I thought that was endearing to tell you the truth. Piti a piti, zozo fait son nid. Don’t tell me we’re up so high we can’t reach our hand out to someone below us.”
“It’s not that I won’t reach my hand out, don’t you say that. You know I do more to lift our people than most. The New Orleans Urban League, the Black Savings and Loan Association, you know how many free medical exams I gave out last year alone? Do you?” As his voice lifted, her mother’s seemed to cower.
“I’m not saying you don’t.”
“I just don’t want to waste all our effort, and on what, an unlikely prospect. Think about your daddy. What would he say?”
“He would say to give a young Negro man a chance.” She paused. Then, “Not everybody gave you a warm welcome either, you know.”
“I was a doctor.”
“You were becoming a doctor just like this boy.”
He raised his voice now. “I was from a good family, you were lucky to end up with me. And I’ve done well for you and the kids.”
“That’s what I believed too.” She seemed to walk over to him then. “But I’m just saying everyone didn’t agree with my assessment.”
“Josephine, if I didn’t know you better, I’d think you just wanted her out of the house, that you didn’t care who she ended up with, as long as she was gone from here.”
Mother didn’t say anything.
“Or maybe it’s more than that. Maybe you don’t want to see Evelyn come out with a better match than Ruby.”
Evelyn heard the scrape of a wood chair against linoleum, and her mother’s house shoes batting against the floor.
“You say what you want, Nelson.”
“You know I will.”
“You say what you want,” her mother repeated. “You think you know everything, but one thing you can’t know is how much I love that child. You didn’t carry her, nor did you push her out. You’re a mighty good provider, but you didn’t learn her how to eat with a spoon and tie her shoes and write her first word, and for those reasons alone you can’t know.” Her voice broke. “My love for her took over when I had her. There’s no room for anything else.”
Evelyn’s daddy’s sharper heels tapped, then stopped.
“Well, I love her too, and I won’t have her fighting her way through this life. It’s already hard enough. I won’t make it harder, I can’t. I promised myself that.”
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