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〃Have you talked with Raymond Hughes？〃
〃No。 Who is he？〃
〃He ran for sheriff last time； and had the misfortune of making the runoff against Ozzie Walls。 He's white。 Ozzie； of course； is not。 If I'm not mistaken； he got thirty…one percent of the vote。 In a county that's seventy…four percent white。 Why don't you ask Mr。 Hughes if the system treats blacks fairly？〃
〃I was referring to the judicial system。〃
〃It's the same system。 Who do you think sits in the jury box？ The same registered voters who elected Ozzie Walls。〃
〃Well； if a white man would not be convicted； and Mr。 Hailey will probably be convicted； explain to me how the system treats both fairly。〃
〃It doesn't。〃
〃I'm not sure I'm following you。〃
〃The system reflects society。 It's not always fair； but it's as fair as the system in New York； or Massachusetts； or California。 It's as fair as biased； emotional humans can make it。〃
〃And you think Mr。 Hailey will be treated as fairly here as he would be in New York？〃
〃I'm saying there's as much racism in New York as in Mississippi。 Look at our public schools…they're as desegregated as any。〃
〃By court order。〃
〃Sure； but what about the courts in New York。 For years you pious bastards pointed your fingers and noses at us down here and demanded that we desegregate。 It happened； and it has not been the end of the world。 But you've conveniently ignored your own schools and neighborhoods； your own voting irregularities； your own all…white juries and city councils。 We were wrong； and we've paid dearly for it。 But we learned； and although the change has been slow and painful； at least we're trying。 Y'all are still pointing fingers。〃
〃I didn't intend to refight Gettysburg。〃
〃I'm sorry。 What defense will we use？ I do not know at this point。 Honestly； it's just too early。 He hasn't even been indicted。〃
〃Of course he will？〃
〃Of course we don't know yet。 More than likely。 When will this be printed？〃
〃Maybe Sunday。〃
〃Makes no difference。 No one here takes your paper。 Yes； he will be indicted。〃
McKittrick glanced at his watch； and Jake turned off his recorder。
〃Look； I'm not a bad guy；〃 McKittrick said。 〃Let's drink a beer sometime and finish this。〃
〃Off the record； I don't drink。 But I accept your invitation。〃
The First Presbyterian Church of Clanton was directly across the street from the First United Methodist Church of Clanton； and both churches were within sight of the much larger First Baptist Church。 The Baptists had more members and money； but the Presbyterians and Methodists adjourned earlier on Sunday and outraced the Baptists to the restaurants for Sunday dinner。 The Baptists would arrive at twelve…thirty and stand in line while the Presbyterians and Methodists ate slowly and waved at them。
Jake was content not to be a Baptist。 They were a bit too narrow and strict； and they were forever preaching about Sunday night church； a ritual Jake had always struggled with。 Carla was raised as a Baptist； Jake a Methodist； and during the courtship a promise was negotiated； and they became Presbyterians。 They were happy with their church and its activities； and seldom missed。
On Sunday； they sat in their usual pew； with Hanna asleep between them； and ignored the sermon。 Jake ignored it by watching the preacher and picturing his confronting Buckley； in court； before twelve good and lawful citizens； as the nation watched and waited； and Carla ignored it by watching the preacher and mentally redecorating the dining room。 Jake caught a few inquisitive stares during the worship service； and he figured his fellow church members were somewhat awed to have a celebrity among them。 There were some strange faces in the congregation； and they were either long…lost repentant members or reporters。 Jake was unsure until one persisted in staring at him…then he knew they were all reporters。
〃Enjoyed your sermon； Reverend；〃 Jake lied as he shook hands with the minister on the steps outside the sanctuary。
〃Good to see you； Jake；〃 replied the reverend。 〃We've watched you all week on TV。 My kids get excited every time they see you。〃
〃Thanks。 Just pray for us。〃
They drove to Karaway for Sunday lunch with Jake's
parents。 Gene and Eva Brigance lived in the old family house； a sprawling country home on five acres of wooded land in downtown Karaway； three blocks from Main Street and two blocks from the school where Jake and his sister put in twelve years。 Both were retired； but young enough to travel the continent in a mobile home each summer。 They would leave Monday for Canada and return after Labor Day。 Jake was their only son。 An older daughter lived in New Orleans。
Sunday lunch on Eva's table was a typical Southern feast of fried meats； fresh garden vegetables…boiled； battered； baked； and raw； homemade rolls and biscuits； two gravies； watermelon； cantaloupe； peach cobbler； lemon pie； and strawberry shortcake。 Little of it would be eaten； and the leftovers would be neatly packaged by Eva and Carla and sent to Clanton； where it would last for a week。
〃How are your parents； Carla？〃 Mr。 Brigance asked as he passed the rolls。
〃They're fine。 I talked to Mother yesterday。〃
〃Are they in Knoxville？〃
〃No； sir。 They're already in Wilmington for the summer。〃
〃Will y'all be going to visit them？〃 asked Eva as she poured the tea from a one…gallon ceramic pitcher。
Carla glanced at Jake； who was dipping butterbeans onto Hanna's plate。 He did not want to discuss Carl Lee Hailey。 Every meal since Monday night had centered around the case； and Jake was in no mood to answer the same questions。
〃Yes； ma'am。 We plan to。 It depends on Jake's schedule。 It could be a busy summer。〃
〃So we've heard；〃 Eva said flatly； slowly as if to remind her son he had not called since the killings。
〃Is something wrong with your phone； son？〃 asked Mr。 Brigance。
〃Yes。 We've had the number changed。〃
The four adults ate slowly； apprehensively； while Hanna looked at the shortcake。
〃Yes； I know。 That's what the operator told us。 To an unlisted number。〃
〃Sorry。 I've been very busy。 It's been hectic。〃
〃So we've read；〃 said his father。
Eva stopped eating and cleared her throat。 〃Jake； do you really think you can get him off？〃
〃I'm worried about your family；〃 said his father。 〃It could be a very dangerous case。〃
〃He shot them in cold blood；〃 Eva said。
〃They raped his daughter； Mother。 What would you do if someone raped Hanna？〃
〃What's rape？〃 asked Hanna。
。 〃Never mind； dear；〃 Carla said。 〃Could we please change the subject。〃 She looked firmly at the three Bri…gances； and they started eating again。 The daughter…in…law had spoken； with wisdom； as usual。
Jake smiled at his mother without looking at Mr。 Bri…gance。 〃I just don't want to talk about the case； Mother。 I'm tired of it。〃
〃I guess we'll have to read about it；〃 said Mr。 Brigance。
They talked about Canada。
At about the time the Brigances finished lunch； the sanctuary of the Mt。 Zion Chapel CME rocked and swayed as the Right Reverend Ollie Agee whipped the devotees into a glorified frenzy。 Deacons danced。 Elders chanted。 Women fainted。 Grown men screamed and raised their arms toward the heavens as the small chi