The Harlem Advocate fell between his legs.
The story was incredible!
Taking off his glasses,
Uncle Rufus rubbed the lenses and thought…though.
Yes, his son had always been a prodigal son,
Drinking home brew and chasing sin-loving women
And staying away from church at revival times.
Then he had gone to Selma, Alabama,
With that Blackwood woman
Who had lived with a dozen different sweet men.
The Harlem Advocate said
Eddie had cut up the Blackwood woman in a dance hall;
And when the jury had found him guilty
He’d struck a prosecuting attorney in the jaw;
And it had taken the jurors and a deputy sheriff
To pin him to the floor and handcuff him.
Uncle Rufus bowed his head and groaned.
He remembered now that people used to say
Eddie was a little off…a little off.
“De boy musta been crazy,” Uncle Rufus mused aloud,
“Yes, he musta been crazy…
Him hittin’ a white lawyah
In a white man’s courthouse,
Befor’ a white jedge an’ a white jury
Down in Alabama”……