Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
History is a form of memory. But what does it mean to remember? We think naturally of our own past, our lives day by day, and through them we see the events of our times. We are black and white, rich and poor, foreign-born and domestic. And yet, if our pasts are separate, then aren't our histories separate, too? Segregated? Ask yourself, who writes the books? Who chooses what we remember and what gets forgotten? My name is Ethelrida Pearl Smutny. This is my history report.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
What?
Oh, I was simply excusing myself. I’m not normally this out of sorts.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
It’s a funeral. People cry at funerals.
Ah, amen. Those are wise words for a person of your complexion. But then I’ve noticed your people are often more in touch with your spiritual side and emotional side.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
My people?
[Oraetta snorts cocaine]
The Negro. It’s a Baptist fervor, I’d wager, what causes them to hoot and tumble to the floor, aflush with the Holy Spirit.
Miss Mayflower, I see you’ve met my daughter, Ethelrida.
The one and only. Ethelrida, this is Miss Mayflower. She’s a nurse at St. Bartholomew.
[A confused Oraetta looks at the white Thurman and dark-skinned Oraetta]
Oh yeah. Huh! Yes, now I see it. This child is certainly the product of miscegentation.
Uh, if by that you mean she’s the spitting image of her father, then I take that as a compliment.
Your mother must be quite dark-skinned. As I’ve noticed in my study of the human animal, that in the combination of races, it is de rigueur for the more extreme coloration to prevail.
Looks like you done well for yourself these years I've been away.
DSDibrell Smutny
You ain't getting no handout.
Listen at you, acting like the big sister. Wasn't asking for money. Swanee and I got prospects.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
What kind of prospects?
SCSwanee Capps
Bank robbing. [Swanee makes a finger gun gesture] Pa-choo, pa-choo.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
Aunt Zelmare, what would you do if you saw something wrong? Something you could fix?
ZRZelmare Routlette
Nothing.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
What do you mean?
ZRZelmare Routlette
I mean nothing.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
Because you're a criminal?
ZRZelmare Routlette
I ain't a criminal.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
You're innocent, you're saying?
ZRZelmare Routlette
Girl, I ain't been innocent since Uncle Charlie cornered me in the shed when I was nine.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
Then I don't understand.
SCSwanee Capps
She's saying we ain't criminals. We're outlaws.
ZRZelmare Routlette
See, criminals play the game.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
What game?
SCSwanee Capps
Life. The earth.
ZRZelmare Routlette
Society, right? They got their rules. Banking and family. An honest dollar for an honest day's work. Politics and voting. And the criminal, he on the other side of that, but still he play the game. And if he plays it long enough, he even starts to talk about going legit.
SCSwanee Capps
The outlaw, on the other hand...
ZRZelmare Routlette
The outlaw, on the other hand, well, we reject the game. Society. Ain't nothing organized about our crime 'cause our crime is freedom.
ZRZelmare Routlette
And nothing's ever broke and there ain't nothing to fix.
SCSwanee Capps
All we want is to live while we're alive and die with a gun in our hands.
ZRZelmare Routlette
You a bit of an outlaw.
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
Me?
ZRZelmare Routlette
Yeah. Your mama sees it, too. In the eyes. That's why she say, "Keep away."
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
I'm not an outlaw.
SCSwanee Capps
Then which are you - a convict or a square?
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
I'm not either one of those things.
ZRZelmare Routlette
What are you then?
Ethelrida Pearl Smutny
I'm Ethelrida Pearl Smutny. One of a kind.