Chapters (76)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Foreword: Who Is Simple?
- Feet Live Their Own Life
- Landladies
- Simple Prays A Prayer
- Conversation on the Corner
- Simple on Indian Blood
- A Toast to Harlem
- Simple and His Sins
- Temptation
- Wooing the Muse
- Vacation
- Letting off Steam
- Jealousy
- Banquet in Honor
- A Veteran Falls
- High Bed
- Final Fear
- There Ought to be a Law
- Income Tax
- No Alternative
- Springtime
- Last Whipping
- Seeing Double
- Simple on Military Integration
- Blue Evening
- A Letter from Baltimore
- Seven Rings
- What Can a Man Say?
- Empty Room
- Picture for Her Dresser
- Cocktail Sip
- Apple Strudel
- Bop
- Formals and Funerals
- Fancy Free
- Midsummer Madness
- Morals Is Her Middle Name
- They Come and They Go
- A Million—and One
- Two Loving Arms
- All in the Family
- Kick for Punt
- Subway to Jamaica
- No Tea for the Fever
- Boys, Birds, and Bees
- On the Warpath
- A Hearty Amen
- Must Have a Seal
- Shadow of the Blues
- Once in a Wife-time
- Present for Joyce
- Christmas Song
- Tied in a Bow
- Sometimes I Wonder
- Four Rings
- Simply Love
- Bang-up Big End
- Duty Is Not Snooty
- Bones, Bombs, Chicken Necks
- A Dog Named Trilby
- Enter Cousin Minnie
- Radioactive Red Caps
- Two Sides Not Enough
- Puerto Ricans
- Minnie Again
- Vicious Circle
- Again Cousin Minnie
- Name in Print
- Minnie One More Time
- An Auto-Obituary
- Jazz, Jive, and Jam
- About the Author
- Newsletter Sign-up
“Mattie Mae had a point when she gave that boy that powerful name,” said Simple. “It has done took effect on me. I might even read one of them books you are going to lend me. I got to have something to talk about with my cousin. He’s educated. Virginia schools for colored ain’t as bad as they used to be, so he has learned a lot more than I. Of course, I can talk with you because when you drink beer you come down to my level. But F. D. is too young to drink, so I got to come up to his. Am I right?”
“I think you are very right.”
“Then pick me out a book I can read now this evening,” said Simple.
“They say Knowledge cannot be assimilated overnight,” I reminded him.
“I don’t care what they say,” said Simple. “It can be laying there ready to assimilate in the morning.”
Two Loving Arms
Two Loving Arms
“I AM glad F. D. got a job in that Jewish dress factory,” said Simple, “because he will learn something. It is good to work around some other kinds of people than Gentiles. I thought all white folks was white folks until I come North to Maryland. I did not know some were Jews. In Virginia I do not recall that it made any difference. The better-class folks is more gentlemen down there than to use bad names about somebody’s race. But in Baltimore at the shipyards where I worked, folks flung words round right freely about Jews and Negroes, too. But I would fling the dozens right back at them—and back up the dozens with my fists. You see this scar over my left eye? Well, the white man what give it to me got a worse scar over his right lip. I was the baddest Negro God’s got when I were young.
“Anyhow, when I first got to Baltimore, before I worked in either the foundry or the shipyards, I worked in a Jewish dress store where colored people could not try on a dress. You know most downtown stores in Baltimore is like that. A colored woman has to buy hats, dresses, and shoes by sight, without trying them on, if she buys them at all, less’n she shops in the colored neighborhood. Baltimore is worse than way down South in some things.