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De Turkey and De Law

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by Zora Neale Hurston

dish-rag and put it in de dish water and them lice pulled back and

  tole you "Aw naw, damned if I'm going to let you drown me." (Loud

  laughter from the Methodist side)

  SISTER LEWIS

  (furious--rises akimbo) Well, my house might not be exactly clean, but

  there's no fly-specks on my character! They didn't have to sit de

  sheriff to make Willie marry _me_ like they did to make Tony marry

  _you_.

  SISTER TAYLOR

  (Jumping up and starts across the aisle. She is pulled back out of the

  aisle by friends.) Yeah, they got de sheriff to make Tony marry me,

  but he married me and made me a good husband, too. I sits in my

  rocking cheer on my porch every Sat'day evening and say "here come

  Tony and them--

  SISTER LEWIS

  Them what?

  SISTER TAYLOR

  Them dollars. Now you sho orter go git de sheriff and a shot-gun and

  make some of dese men marry yo' daughter Ada.

  SISTER LEWIS

  (Jumping up and starting across the aisle. She is restrained, but

  struggles hard.) Lemme go, Jim Merchant! Turn me go! I'm going to

  stomp de black heifer till she can't sit down.

  SISTER TAYLOR

  (Also struggling) Let her come on! If I get my hands on her I'll turn

  her every way but loose.

  SISTER LEWIS

  Just come on out dis church, Lucy Taylor. I'll beat you on everything

  you got but yo' tongue and I'll bit dat a lick if you stick it out.

  (to the men holding her) Turn me go! I'm going to fix her so her own

  mammy won't know her. She ain't going to slip _me_ into de dozens and

  laugh about it.

  SISTER TAYLOR

  (Trying to free herself) Why don't y'all turn dat ole twist mouth

  'oman loose. All I wants to do is hit her one lick. I betcha I'll take

  her 'way from here faster than de word of God.

  SISTER LEWIS

  (to men holding Mrs. Taylor) I don't see how come y'all want let ole

  flat-behind Lucy Taylor aloose--make out she so bad, now. She may be

  red hot but I kin cool her. I'll ride her just like Jesus rode a

  jackass.

  (They have subsided into their seats again, but are glaring at each

  other. Enter Mayor Clarke thru the pulpit door and is annoyed at the

  clamor going on. He tries to quell the noise with a frown.)

  SISTER TAYLOR

  Dat ain't nothin' but talk--You looks lak de Devil before day, but you

  ain't so bad--not half as bad as you smell.

  CLARKE

  Order, please. Court is set.

  SISTER LEWIS

  You looks like all hell and de devil's doll baby, but all I want _you_

  to do is to hit de ground and I'll crawl you. Put it where I kin git

  it and I'll sho use it.

  MAYOR CLARKE

  (feeling everywhere for the gavel) Lum Boger! Where's dat gavel I told

  you to put here?

  LUM

  (from beside prisoner) You said _you_ were going to git it yo'self.

  CLARKE

  I God, Lum, you gointer stand there like a bump on a log and see I

  ain't got nothin' to open court wid? Go head--fetch me dat gavel. Make

  haste quick before dese wimmen folks tote off dis church house. (Lum

  exits by front door)

  SISTER TAYLOR

  (to Lewis) Aw, shut up, you big old he-looking rascal you! Nobody

  don't know whether you'se a man or a woman.

  CLARKE

  You wimmen, shut up!

  SISTER LEWIS

  (to Taylor) Air Lawd! Dat ain't _yo_ trouble. They all _knows_ whut

  _you_ is--eg-zackly!

  LINDSAY

  Aw, why don't you wimmen cut dat out in de church-house! Jus' jawin'

  and chewin' de rag!

  SISTER TAYLOR

  Joe Lindsay, if you'd go home and feed dat raw-boned horse of yourn

  you wouldn't have so much time to stick yo' bill in business that

  ain't yourn.

  LINDSAY

  You ain't got nairn to feed--You better go hunt another dead dog and

  git some mo' teeth. Great big ole empty mouf, and no cheers in de

  parlar.

  SISTER TAYLOR

  I kin git all de teeth I wants--I'd ruther not have no cheers in my

  parlor than to have them ole snags you got in yo' mouf. I'd ruther gum

  it out.

  LINDSAY

  You don't _ruther_ gum it out, you _hafta_ gum it out. You ain't got

  no teeth. Dey better send out to dat ole mule and git you some

  teethes.

  SISTER LEWIS

  Joe Lindsay, don't you know no better than to strain wid folks ain't

  got sense enough to tote guts to a bean? If they ain't born wid no

  sense you cna't learn 'em none.

  LINDSAY

  You sho done tole whut God love now. (Glaring across the aisle) Ain't

  got enough gumption to kill a buzzard.

  (Enter Lum by front door with gavel in one hand and mule bone in the

  other. He walks importantly up the aisles and hands Clarke the gavel

  and lays the bone atop the pulpit.)

  CLARKE

  (rapping sharply with gavel) Here! You moufy wimmen shut up. (to Lum)

  Lum, go on back there and shut dem wimmen up or put 'em outa here.

  (Lum starts walking importantly down the aisle towards Sister Taylor.

  she almost rises to meet him.)

  SISTER TAYLOR

  Lum Boger, you fresh little snot you! Don't you dast to come here

  trying to put _me_ out--Many diapers as I done pinned on _you_! Git

  way from me befo' I knock every nap off of yo' head, one by one.

  (Lum hurries away from her apologetically. He turns towards Mrs.

  Lewis.)

  MRS. LEWIS

  Deed Godknows you better not lay de weight of yo' hand on _me_, Lum.

  Here you ain't dry behind de ears yert and come telling _me_ what to

  do. Gwan way from here before I kick yo' clothes up round you' neck

  like a horse collar.

  (Lum goes on back and takes his seat beside the prisoner.)

  CLARKE

  (glaring ferociously) This court is set and I'm bound to have some

  order or else. (The talking ceases. Absolute quiet)

  CLARKE

  Now less git down to business. We got folks in dis town dat's just

  like a snake in de grass.

  SISTER BOGER

  Brother Mayor! We ain't got no business going into no trial nor

  northin' else 'thout a word of prayer--to be sure de right spirit is

  wid us.

  VOICE ON METHODIST SIDE

  Thass right,--Elder Simms, give us a word of prayer. (He rises

  hurriedly.)

  VOICE ON BAPTIST SIDE

  This is a Baptist Church and de pastor is settin' right here--how come

  he can't pray in his own church?

  VOICE ON METHODIST SIDE

  Y'all done started all dis mess--how you going to git de right spirit

  here? Go head, Rev. Simms.

  VOICE ON BAPTIST SIDE

  He can't pray over me. Dis Church says one Lord, one faith, one

  Baptism--and a man that ain't never been baptised atall ain't got no

  business praying over nobody.

  CLARKE

  (rapping with gavel) Less sing! Somebody raise a tune.

  (VOICE ON BAPTIST SIDE begins "Onward Christian Soldiers" and the

  others join in.)

  (VOICE ON METHODIST SIDE begins "All hail the power of Jesus name" and

  the Methodists join in.
Both shout as loud as they can to the end of

  the verse.)

  (Mayor Clarke raps loudly for order at the end of the verse and lifts

  his hands as if to bless a table)

  CLARKE

  (praying) Lord be withus and bless these few remarks we are about to

  receive, Amen. Now this court is open for business. All of us know we

  came here on serious business. This town is bout to be tore up by

  back-biting and malice. Now everybody that's a witness in this case

  stand up. I wants the witness to take the front seat.

  (Nearly everybody in the room rises. Brother Hambo frowns across the

  aisle at Mrs. McDuffy, who is standing.)

  BROTHER HAMBO

  Whut _you_ doing standin' up for a witness? I know you wasn't there.

  You don't know one thing about it.

  SISTER McDUFFY

  I got just as much right to testify as you is. I don't keer if I

  wasn't there. Any man that treat they wife bad as _you_ can't tell

  nobody else they eye is black. You clean round yo' _own_ door before

  you go sweeping round other folks.

  SISTER LINDSAY

  (to Nixon) What you doin' up there testifying? When you done let yo'

  hawg root up all my p'tater patch.

  NIXON

  Aw shut up woman--You ain't had no taters for no pit to root up.

  SISTER LINDSAY

  Who ain't had no taters? (To Lige) Look here, Lige, didn't I git a

  whole crokus sack full of tater slips from yo' brother Sam?

  LIGE

  (reluctantly) Yeah.

  SISTER LINDSAY

  Course I had sweet p'taters! And if you stand up there and tell _me_ I

  ain't had no p'taters I'll be all over you just like gravy over rice.

  NIXON

  Aw shut up--We ain't come here to talk about yo' tater vines, we come--

  SISTER LINDSAY

  (to her husband) Joe! What kind of a husband is you? Set here and let

  Nixon 'buse me out lak dat!

  WALTER

  How is he going to give anybody a straightening when he needs

  straightening hisself. I bought a load of compost from him and _paid

  for it in advance_ and he come there when I wasn't home and dumped a

  half-a-load in there and drove on off wid my money.

  SISTER HAMBO

  Aw, you ain't got no right to talk, Walter, not low down as you is--if

  somebody stump their toe in dis town you won't let yo' shirt-tail

  touch you till you bolt over to Maitland and puke yo' guts to de white

  folks--and God knows I 'bominates a white folks nigger.

  WALTER

  Aw you just mad cause I wouldn't let your old starved-out cow eat up

  my cow-peas.

  SISTER HAMBO

  (triumphantly) Unhumh! I knowed you was the one knocked my cow's horn

  off! And you lied like a doodle-bug going backwards in his hole and

  made out you didn't do it.

  WALTER

  I didn't do no such a thing.

  SISTER HAMBO

  I say you did and belong to Macedonia Baptist Church and I can't lie.

  WALTER

  Yo' mouf is cut cross ways, ain't it? Well then, yo' mouf ain't no

  prayer-book even if yo' lips do flap like a Bible. You kin lie and

  then re-lie.

  DEACON HAMBO

  Walter Thomas talk dat biggity talk to me, not to my wife. Maybe you

  kin whip her, but if you can't whip me too, don't bring de mess up.

  CLARKE

  (rapping) Y'all men folks shut up before I put you both under arrest.

  Come to order everybody.

  LINDSAY

  I just wants say this before we go any further. Nobody bet not slur my

  wife in here--do I'll strow 'em all over de county.

  MRS. NIXON

  Aw, youse de nastiest threatener in three states but I ain't seen you

  do nothin'. De seat of yo' pants is too close to de ground for you to

  be crowin' so loud. You so short you smell right earthy.

  MRS. LINDSAY

  De seat of yo' husband's britches been draggin' de ground ever since I

  knowed him. Don't like it dontcher take it, here's my collar come and

  shake it. (She puts the palms of her hands together and holding the

  heels together, flaps the fore part of her hands like a gator opening

  and shutting its mouth. This infuriates Mrs. Nixon.

  CLARKE

  Shut up! We didn't come here to wash and iron niggers. We come here

  for a trial. (raps)

  MRS. NIXON

  (to Clarke) I ain't going to shut up nothin' of de kind. Think I'm

  going to let her low-rate me and I take it all? Naw indeed. I'm going

  to sack dis female out before we any further go.

  MRS. LINDSAY

  Aw, I done dished you out too many times. Go head on and try to keep

  yo' lil squatty husband away from down on de lake wid wimmens and

  you'll have _all_ you can do. How does old heavy-hipted mama talk?

  (snaps her fingers)

  MRS. NIXON

  Nobody wouldn't have you if he could get anybody else.

  (She makes a circle with her thum and first finger and

  holds it up for Mrs. Lindsay to see.) Come thru--don't

  you feel cheap?

  CLARKE

  Sister Nixon, shut up!

  SISTER NIXON

  You can't shut me up, not the way you live. When you quit beatin Mrs.

  Mattie and dominizing her all de time then you kin tell other folks

  what to do. You ain't none of my boss. Don't let yo' wooden God and

  corn-stalk Jesus fool you now. Now de way you sells rancid bacon for

  fresh.

  NIXON

  Aw, honey, hush a while, please and less git started.

  (A momentary quiet falls on the place. Mayor glowers all over the

  place. Turns to Lum.)

  CLARKE

  Lum, git a piece of paper and a pencil and take de names of all de

  witnesses _who was dere while de fight was going on_.

  LUM

  (Pulling a small tablet and pencil out of his coat pocket) I brought

  it with me.

  CLARKE

  Now everybody who was at de fight hold up yo' hands so Lum can know

  who you are.

  (Several hands go up. Sister Anderson puts up her hand.)

  CLARKE

  You wasn't there, Sister Anderson, not at that time.

  SISTER ANDERSON

  I hadn't been gone more'n ten minutes 'fore Dave come in from de

  woods.

  CLARKE

  But you didn't see it.

  SISTER ANDERSON

  It don't make no difference--my husband heered every word was spoke

  and told me jes' lak it happen. Don't tell _me_ I can't testify.

  DEACON HAMBO

  Nobody can't testify but de two boys cause nobody wuz at de fight but

  dem.

  SISTER ANDERSON

  Dat's all right too, Brother, but I know whut they wuz fightin' about

  an' it wudn't no turkey neither. It wuz Daisy Blunt.

  MRS. BLUNT

  Just you take my chile's name right out yo' mouf, Becky Anderson. She

  wuznt out in dat cypress swamp. Leave her out dis mess.

  REV. SIMMS

  You ain't got no call to be so touchous bout yo' girl, but you sho

  said a mouthful, Sister Blunt. Dis sho is a mess. Can't help from

  being uh mess. (glares at Mayor) Holdin' a trial in de Baptist Church!

  Some folks ain't got sense enough todo 'em till four o'clock and its

  way after half past tree right
now.

  MAYOR

  Shet up, dere, Simms! Set down! Who ast yo' pot to boil, nohow! Court

  is de best church they is, anyhow, cause you come in court. You better

  have a good experience and a strong determination. (raps vigorously)

  Now lemme tell _y'all_ something. When de Mayor sets Court--don't keer

  when I sets it nor where I sets it, you got to git quiet and stay

  quiet till I ast you tuh talk. I God, you sound lak a tree full uh

  blackbirds! Dis ain't no barbecue, nor neither no camp meetin'. We

  'sembled here tuh law uh boy on a serious charge. (A great buzz rises

  from the congregation. Mayor raps hard for order and glares all about

  him.) Hear! Hear! All of us kin sing at de same time, but can't but

  one of us talk at a time. I'm doin' de talkin' now, so de rest of you

  dry up till I git through. I God, you sound lak uh passle uh dog

  fights! We ain't here for no form and no fashion and no outside show

  to de world. Wese here to law. (to Lum) You done got all de witnesses

  straight--Got they names down?

  LUM

  Yessuh, I got it all straightened out.

  CLARKE

  Well, read de names out and let de witnesses take de front seats.

  LUM

  Mr. Clarke, I done found out nobody wasn't at dat fight but Jim and

  Dave and de mule bones. Dere's de bone Dave got hit wid up on de

  rostrum and deres Jim and Dave in de Amen Corners.

  DAVE

  (rising excitedly) Mist' Clarke! Brother Mayor, I wants to ast uh

  question right now to git some information.

  MAYOR

  All right, Dave, go head and ast it.

  DAVE

  Brother Mayor, I wanted to know whut become of my turkey gobbler?

  MAYOR

  I God, Dave, youse in order. Lum! I God, I been layin' off to ast you

  whut you dont wid dat turkey. Where is it?

  (A burst of knowing laughter from the house)

  LUM

  (very embarrassed) Well, when you tole me to go 'rrest Jim and de

  turkey, I took and went on round to his ma's house and he wudnt dere

  so I took and turnt round and made it t'wards Daisy's house an' I

  caught up wid him under dat China-berry tree jest befo' you gits tuh

  Daisy's house. He was makin' it on t'wards her house wid de turkey in

  one hand--his gun crost his shoulder when I hailed 'im. I hollered

  "Jim, hold on dere uh minute!" He dropped de turkey and wheeled and

  throwed de gun on me.

  MAYOR CLARKE

  I God, he drawed uh gon on de City Marshall?

  LUM

  Yessir! He sho did. Thought I was Dave. Tole me: "Don't you come

  another step unless you want to see yuh Jesus." I hollered back "It's

  me, I ain't no Dave Carter." So he took de gun offa me and I went up

  to him and put him under arrest, and locked him up in yo' barn and

  brought _you_ de key, didn't I?

  CLARKE

  You sho did, but I God, I ast you whut become of de turkey?

  LUM

  De turkey wasn't picked or nothin', so I put him under 'rrest too,

  jus' lak you tole me. (general laughter)

  CLARKE

  I God, Lum, whut did you _do_ wid de turkey after you put him under

  'rrest?

  LUM

  Jim, he didn't want to come wid me till he could make it to Daisy's

  house to give her det turkey but, bein so close up on him till he

  couldn't draw his rifle, I throwed my 32:20 in his face an' tole him I

  said "Don't you move! Don't you move uh pig do I'll burn you down! I

  got my burner cocked dead in yo' face and I'll keer you down jus' lak

  good gas went up. Come on wid me!" So I took his rifle and picked up

  de turkey and marched him off to yo' cow-lot. Ast him didn't I do it.

  I tole him, I said "I know you Westons goes for bad but I'm yo' match.

  I said you may be slick but you kin stand another greasing. Now sir! I

  ain't skeered uh nobody. I'll put de whole town under 'rrest.

  MAYOR CLARKE

  I God, Lum, if you don't tell me whut you done wid dat turkey, you

  better! (draws back the gavel as if to hurl it at Lum) I'll lam you

  over de head wid dis mallet! Whut did you do wid dat gobbler turkey?

  LUM

  Being as he wasn't picked or nothin', I know you didn't want to be

  bothered wid it, so I took and carried it over to Mrs. Blunt's house

  and she put on some hot water and we set up way Sat'day night pickin

  de turkey and fixin him so nex' day she cooked him off--just sorta

 

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