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to a halt. The
tarpaulin was pulled off, and there stood the Lascar and
the Negro, grinning down at me. I stirred wearily, and felt
for my money. "I will pay you," I said.
"Pay nuthin'," said the Negro.
"Butch was going to kill me before we reached New
York," said the Lascar. "You saved me, now I save you,
and we put up a fight against the discrimination against
us. Come on in."
"Race, creed, and color do not matter," I thought. "All
men bleed red." They led me into a warm room where
there were two light colored Negro women. Soon I was
wrapped in hot blankets, eating hot food. Then, they
showed me a place where I could sleep, and I drifted off.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
For two days and nights I slept, my exhausted body
hovering between two worlds. Life had always been hard
to me, always suffering and great misunderstanding. But
now I slept.
My body was left behind me, left upon Earth. As I soared
upwards I saw that one of the Negro women was looking
down at my empty shell with great compassion on her face.
Then she turned away and sat by a window, looking out
upon the dingy street. Freed