Their faces were deliberatelyexpressionless, their eyes blank, the only perfect defence of the blackAfrican in the presence of the white man. He squinted intothe heat haze and the glare. Here is yourbook. Oh, very well.
Good food, white men who smile, no beatings, not like the train. He drew back and lay flat on the roof, only the top of his head and hiseyes showing from below. Thegovernment was determined to avoid a repetition of this terror and thecompound system was strictly enforced. He wore the red, white and blue stars and stripes on his chest and therewas an air of menace about him.
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