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In this story, a couple young black girls seek employment as their families fall on hard times. They do not seem to realize just what they might have to do to find a job...or what the consequences might be of crossing the line and being taken by white Southern men...
LaShonda was 19, had dropped out of high school, had a baby. She walked down the street, dressed in urban clothes. Her full chest and ass pushed against the fabric, chocolate skin shiny in the sun. Along the way, she met her friend Keisha, who was 18. She was going to go to the local J.C. next year.
"Gotta get a job," LaShonda said. "They laid my auntie off, and my Mom's pregnant."
"Know what you mean, girl," Keisha said. "I gotta make my tuition for the college. You know anyone who's hiring?"
"Only place I know of is the Dixon Bar and Grill," LaShonda said.
"Gril, you wanna stay away from that place. There too many rednecks there. They probably won't even give you an interview."
"I gotta try. I know they're hiring. It's a job."
Keisha thought about it. "I guess the worst they could do was tell us no."
"Exactly. So...you wanna go there together?"
"I--I suppose." The two black girls looked at each other. Then they walked down the street to the Dixon. Country music was playing, and they were the only black people in the place. The lighting was poor. A Confederate flag adorned one wall. The crowd was rough...and eyeing the two girls like fish well out of water.
LaShonda went up to the counter. To the man there, she said, "I heard y'all are hiring."
LaShonda was 19, had dropped out of high school, had a baby. She walked down the street, dressed in urban clothes. Her full chest and ass pushed against the fabric, chocolate skin shiny in the sun. Along the way, she met her friend Keisha, who was 18. She was going to go to the local J.C. next year.
"Gotta get a job," LaShonda said. "They laid my auntie off, and my Mom's pregnant."
"Know what you mean, girl," Keisha said. "I gotta make my tuition for the college. You know anyone who's hiring?"
"Only place I know of is the Dixon Bar and Grill," LaShonda said.
"Gril, you wanna stay away from that place. There too many rednecks there. They probably won't even give you an interview."
"I gotta try. I know they're hiring. It's a job."
Keisha thought about it. "I guess the worst they could do was tell us no."
"Exactly. So...you wanna go there together?"
"I--I suppose." The two black girls looked at each other. Then they walked down the street to the Dixon. Country music was playing, and they were the only black people in the place. The lighting was poor. A Confederate flag adorned one wall. The crowd was rough...and eyeing the two girls like fish well out of water.
LaShonda went up to the counter. To the man there, she said, "I heard y'all are hiring."