So Jim and me is sailing down the Mississippi on our raft, just tryin to get away from the world. But we got this new thing now, it's call this sat - a - lights dish and it keep brining to world to us. Jim, he is always watching the thing. I don't know why. I would rather fish maybe.
So Jim, he calls me over, he says, "Huck, what you think of this?"
And I stare at the sat - a -light for a whiles and I says to Jim, "Those people, they must not got much to talk about. A Nigra woman hits some man - even if he got a badge. Why they put that on the sat - a - light like that Jim?"
Jim, he shakes his head, "I know that Cynthia girl, yeah too well. She some crazy Nigra woman. But I got to tell you, I'm thinking that ain't why they put it on the sat - a - light. They don't care none about Cynthia."
"Well then what?" I ask, cause I can tell old Jim, he's bout to pontificate.
"You gots a Nigra woman here, hitting a white man. They don't allow that, nuh-uh boy. You don't know that, you don't survive so long in Georgia."
I takes out my corn cob and put in some fine tobacco, cause I can tell me and Jim, we is gonna have one of them philosophical discussions. "This Nigra girl come from Georgia then. Why she do it you think."
"Cause her momma taught her," Jim says, as if it weren't nothing.
I almost spit out my first puff. "Momma told her? You just telling me that brings problems. You saying her momma want her to have problems."
Jim shrugged. "Cynthia's a Nigra already got some problems. But lookie here, any momma of a Nigra is going to tell he little girl, some white man grab you - then girl you got two choices. You hit back right then - or you gonna have nine pounds coffee with cream in jus' nine months - that's God's word."
Well this was too much, even from Jim. "You think this Cynthia, she scared she going to have a baby from this policeman."
Jim shook his head like I don't know nothing. "It gets to be what they call in - grained." He pointed to his head. "Sometimes you got to fear everything, cause when you don't you jus' don't know what to fear."
I take a couple of puff on my pipe. "Still I think maybe it was jus' a slow news day."
Jim laughs at me now. "Oh no, oh now Huck, one of the big days I can remember. They got this man named DeLay, who more or less one of the men control this here whole country. He saying he ain't gonna do it no more. He saying he gonna be with God now."
"He gonna die?" I ask.
"No, he gonna pray," Jim says.
"Well why he gonna pray to be with God?" I ask, "if he been controlling this whole country."
"Well turns out this powerful man, and he so powerful, he jus' a con man, like the Duke. But even worse. He ain't stealin from no widows, he stealin' from everybody, Lordy you don't know."
Well now I was confused and thinking Jim was having some of his fun with me. "Then how he gonna be with God. Even the Duke he knows God ain't gonna have much to do with him for quite a spell."
"He says he does it all for God," Jim says.
Well I scratch my head at this. "That some story there Jim. Why ain't that on the sat - a - light. I think I even stop fishing to watch that story. Why they talking about this Cynthia?"
"I done told you Huck," Jim says, "A Nigra woman hits a white man."
"I jus' don't understand the sat - a - light, now just one bit." And I got no other choice but to go back fishing.