Ughmo and Igmo were big men, muscular, with shaved heads. And they wore their britches questionably lower than their butts. Ughmo was saying, "Yeah, well people say, 'Why y'all against the police'?"
"Yeah, and they say, 'Y'all don't want black people talking to the police,' " Igmo pointed out.
"Yeah," Ughmo continued, "and they say, 'Then when y'all get robbed or stabbed or shot --' "
"Which is quite regular," Igmo interrupted. "They then say, 'Then y'all holler for the police --' "
"And they say," Ughmo interrupted. " 'Then, y'all on all the TV stations belly-aching that the police don't get there fast enough because y'all blacks . . .' "
"And, Ughmo, they say we always resisting arrest . . ."
"Jes lak we s'pose to stand there when a police is coming to us wit a gun and a club on and let him peacefully arrest us -- 'specially after we only done a lil' sump'um wrong --"
"But, Ughmo you 'fessin' that sometime we might do a lil' sump'um wrong?"
"Naw, um jes saying that we might sometime do a lil' sump'um not altogether right -- let's say a lil' sump'um unsociable."
"Then, put'n it that way shows jes how fair-minded wit the truth we is as a people --"
"Now you git'n to the grits in it, Amo -- I almost called you Amos."
"Well, Ughmo, I have to admit we was beginning to sound a lil' lak that Amos 'n Andy Show."
" 'Cept we speak mo' better English than them."
"And, Ughmo, if the police as' us to pull our britches up we s'pose to keep on hollering --"
"Police brutality!"
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