Invisible man - Ralph Ellison [124]
"That will be taken care of," he said, waving his hand. "You must realize immediately that much of our work is opposed. Our discipline demands therefore that we talk to no one and that we avoid situations in which information might be given away unwittingly. So you must put aside your past. Do you have a family?"
"Yes."
"Are you in touch with them?"
"Of course. I write home now and then," I said, beginning to resent his method of questioning. His voice had become cold, searching.
"Then it's best that you cease for a while," he said. "Anyway, you'll be too busy. Here." He fished into his vest pocket for something and got suddenly to his feet.
"What is it?" someone asked.
"Nothing, excuse me," he said, rolling to the door and beckoning. In a moment I saw the woman appear.
"Emma, the slip of paper I gave you. Give it to the new Brother," he said as she stepped inside and closed the door.
"Oh, so it's you," she said with a meaningful smile.
I watched her reach into the bosom of her taffeta hostess gown and remove a white envelope.
"This is your new identity," Brother Jack said. "Open it."
Inside I found a name written on a slip of paper.
"That is your new name," Brother Jack said. "Start thinking of yourself by that name from this moment. Get it down so that even if you are called in the middle of the night you will respond. Very soon you shall be known by it all over the country. You are to answer to no other, understand?"
"I'll try," I said.
"Don't forget his living quarters," the tall man said.
"No," Brother Jack said with a frown. "Emma, please, some funds."
"How much, Jack?" she said.
He turned to me. "Do you owe much rent?"
"Too much," I said.
"Make it three hundred, Emma," he said.
"Never mind," he said as I showed my surprise at the sum. "This will pay your debts and buy you clothing. Call me in the morning and I'll have selected your living quarters. For a start your salary will be sixty dollars a week."
Sixty a week! There was nothing I could say. The woman had crossed the room to the desk and returned with the money, placing it in my hand.
"You'd better put it away," she said expansively.
"Well, Brothers, I believe that's all," he said. "Emma, how about a drink?"
"Of course, of course," she said, going to a cabinet and removing a decanter and a set of glasses in which she poured about an inch of clear liquid.
"Here you are, Brothers," she said.
Taking his, Brother Jack raised it to his nose, inhaling deeply. "To the Brotherhood of Man . . . to History and to Change," he said, touching my glass.
"To History," we all said.
The stuff burned, causing me to lower my head to hide the tears that popped from my eyes.
"Aaaah!" someone said with deep satisfaction.
"Come along," Emma said. "Let's join the others."
"Now for some pleasure," Brother Jack said. "And remember your new identity."
I wanted to think but they gave me no time. I was swept into the large room and introduced by my new name. Everyone smiled and seemed eager to meet me, as though they all knew the role I was to play. All grasped me warmly by the hand.
"What is your opinion of the state of women's rights, Brother?" I was asked by a plain woman in a large black velvet tarn. But before I could open my mouth, Brother Jack had pushed me along to a group of men, one of whom seemed to know all about the eviction. Nearby, a group around the piano were singing folk songs with more volume than melody. We moved from group to group, Brother Jack very authoritative, the others always respectful. He must be a powerful man, I thought, not a clown at all. But to hell with this Booker T. Washington business. I would do the work but I would be no one except myself -- whoever I was, I would pattern my life on that of the Founder. They might think I was acting like Booker T. Washington; let them. But what I thought of myself I would keep to myself. Yes, and I'd have to hide the fact that I had actually been afraid when I made my speech. Suddenly I felt laughter bubbling inside me. I'd have to catch up with this science