I give her my name and ask her to make the call herself. They concluded their examination. Some of the stuff gets into my eyes anyway. I think he is going to keep on, but he begins to curse me, calling me all kind of nigger bitches. He puts my fingers into spoonlooking things used to fingerprint dead people. "I wake up and it's the next day.
"Thank you," one of them says, giving me an ugly grin. I hear the nurses talking. The whole night is coming down on me. I moan.One of the troopers says, "That's what's gonna happen to you before the night is over if you don't tell us what we want to know." The conversation goes something like this:"Those guys on the turnpike are rough. All at once they are in motion. You're from there, aren't you? Sons of bitches!" The attendants looked nervous. Let'er lay in the gutter where she belongs. This time i am going out for real. "A suspicious-looking Negro walking near the hospital in a blue jacket and sneakers."
It furthers the University's objective of excellence in research, scholarship, and education by publishing worldwideTo purchase short term access, please sign in to your Oxford Academic account above.For full access to this pdf, sign in to an existing account, or purchase an annual subscription.This PDF is available to Subscribers Only Finally, he and the others leave.Suddenly, the door flew open and i felt myself being dragged out onto the pavement. I can see an outline. It was she who had first protested the tightness of the handcuff on my leg.
She bends over me.The night crawls along. What is your address? You ever been there? Nurses, doctors, and troopers. "We need your permission for treatment, in case we have to operate." Where do you live?" The priest is mumbling and seems to be rubbing something on my forehead. The car spun around me and then something like sleep overtook me.
I tell him i want to go to sleep and he leaves. Then it dawns on me. He says he knows how terrible i must feel and makes a big deal of protesting that i am chained to the bed. Buy Assata: An Autobiography 2 by Assata Shakur, Angela Davis, Lennox S. Hinds (ISBN: 9781783601783) from Amazon's Book Store. He acts very nice, sweet as pie.
I was foaming at the mouth.I close my eyes again. While Assata's detractors continue to label her a ruthless killer, her defenders cite her as the victim of a systematic, racist campaign to criminalize and suppress black nationalist organizations. They are gone. Dirty slimy scum! My mouth tasted like blood and dirt. One plays the nice cop who is trying to save me from the bad cop, if only i will cooperate. Another one then tries to fingerprint me, but he has trouble because my hand is dead. Before she can get started good, i beckon her to come closer. He says he will keep doing it until i am completely blind.
she asks. There is no one else around. Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. I know he would kill me if he had the chance. Everyone seems to be waiting. They have sealed off the doors and no one can enter except through the sitting room next door where three state troopers are stationed. Soon i'm drifting off again.The detectives come back with a nurse. "O.K., but wait a minute," said the driver and he got out. Two regulars and one sergeant.Later that afternoon, it begins again. I think I am gonna be blind forever. They hurl question after question at me, acting crazier than before. Being moved was agony, but the blankets were worth it. And smell it. Well, not really, but the punch, bang, poke, and prod part of my troubles ended. From listening to the police talk next door, and to the radio, i learn that the hospital is saturated with state troopers. I say nothing. In uniform. I am elated. I am thinking about living, about surviving, thinking about what is going to happen next. "Who shall we contact in case of emergency?"
He keeps on talking and, after a while, pulls a chair close to the bed. To summarize Assata: An Autobiography, in alternating chapters, the book covers Assata's early childhood, adolescence and early adulthood and her experiences of arrest, the American justice system (or ‘kourts’ as they are referred to by the author), subsequent incarceration, life as a fugitive and subsequent escape to Cuba. When we arrive at the X-ray room, i'm thankful. I need help from the outside world. Use features like bookmarks, note taking and highlighting while reading Assata: An Autobiography. "I wouldn't tell you that shit stinks!
"What is your name? I decide to ask her to get in touch with my people the next time she comes by. Swine! ""Which way did they go?" There's something lying next to me. I thought about my grandmother.