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Chapter 2
"No,"saidJim."WhenIgotinjail,therewerefiveothermeninthesamecell,pickedupatthesametime—aMexicanandaNegroandaJewandacoupleofplainmongrelAmericanslikeme.’Coursetheytalkedtome,butitwasn’tthat.I’dreadmorethantheyknew."Hepickedupamapleleaffromthegroundandbegancarefullystrippingthecoveringfromthehand-likeskeleton."Look,"hesaid."Allthetimeathomewewerefighting,fightingsomething—hungermostly.Myoldmanwasfightingthebosses.Iwasfightingtheschool.Butalwayswelost.AndafteralongtimeIguessitgottobepartofourmind-stuffthatwealwayswouldlose.Myoldmanwasfightingjustlikeacatinacornerwithapackofdogsaround.Soonerorlateradogwassuretokillhim;buthefoughtanyway.Canyouseethehopelessnessinthat?Igrewupinthathopelessness."
"Sure,Icansee,"Macsaid."There’smillionsofpeoplewithjustthat."
Jimwavedthestrippedleafinfrontofhim,andspunitbetweenhisthumbandforefinger."Therewasmorethanthattoit,"hesaid."Thehousewherewelivedwasalwaysfilledwithanger.Angerhunginthehouselikesmoke;thatbeaten,viciousangeragainsttheboss,againstthesuperintendent,againstthegrocerymanwhenhecutoffcredit.Itwasanangerthatmadeyousicktoyourstomach,butyoucouldn’thelpit."
"Goon,"saidMac."Idon’tseewhereyou’regetting,butmaybeyoudo."
Jimjumpedupandstoodinfrontofthebenchandwhippedtheleafskeletonacrosshispalm."I’mgettingtothis:Inthatcellwerefivemenallraisedinaboutthesamecondition.Someofthemworse,even.Andwhiletherewasangerinthem,itwasn’tthesamekindofanger.Theydidn’thateabossorabutcher.Theyhatedthewholesystemofbosses,butthatwasadifferentthing.
