“C’mon Tom, les git this thing a’rollin!” yelled Joe. Joe was in the crowd but off to one side, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He was always impatient, but tonight especially so.
“Yeah, times a’wastin’!” answered Lenny. “We got to deal with this thing, and now, before ever’one thinks its ok and then the whole order of things gits throwed outa whack!” Most of the crowd grumbled their agreement. Lenny ran a little diner over on Maple street where folks would gather afterwards. But right now he was just mad as a hornet and wanted to do something about it.
“Ok,” said Tom, nervously holding his hands up to calm the little crowd. “Y’all know nowadays that its mighty risky doing this… ‘s not like jes burnin a cross use t’be round heah. We gots to be real careful,” he warned.
“I’ll be real careful with my rope, Tom,” giggled Carp. He looked around with a grin on his face, but quickly got serious again when he saw nobody was in the mood for joking around.
“Alrighty then,” said Tom, with a note of finality. He was beginning to show his own rage. “Ever’body folla Clem, since he knows where mister Zimmerman is…gonna have us a lynchin in mem’ry of Trayvon!”
At that the crowd took off as Clem ran down the street.