Invisible man - Ralph Ellison [145]
"Evening, Brother Jack," he said.
"Why, Brother Tarp, I expected to find Brother Tobitt."
"I know. He was here but he had to leave," the man said. "He left this envelope for you and said he'd call you later on tonight."
"Good, good," Brother Jack said. "Here, meet a new brother . . ."
"Pleased to meet you," the brother said, smiling. "I heard you speak at the arena. You really told 'em."
"Thanks," I said.
"So you liked it, did you, Brother Tarp?" Brother Jack said.
"The boy's all right with me," the man said.
"Well, you're going to see a lot of him, he's your new spokesman."
"That's fine," the man said. "Looks like we're going to get some changes made."
"Correct," Brother Jack said. "Now let's take a look at his office and we'll be going."
"Sure, Brother," Tarp said, limping before me into one of the dark rooms and snapping on a light. "This here is the one."
I looked into a small office, containing a flat-top desk with a telephone, a typewriter on its table, a bookcase with shelves of books and pamphlets, and a huge map of the world inscribed with ancient nautical signs and a heroic figure of Columbus to one side.
"If there's anything you need, just see Brother Tarp," Brother Jack said. "He's here at all times."
"Thanks, I shall," I said. "I'll get oriented in the morning."
"Yes, and we'd better go so you can get some sleep. Good night, Brother Tarp. See that everything is ready for him in the morning."
"He won't have to worry about a thing, Brother. Good night."
"It's because we attract men like Brother Tarp there that we shall triumph," he said as we climbed into the car. "He's old physically, but ideologically he's a vigorous young man. He can be depended upon in the most precarious circumstance."
"He sounds like a good man to have around," I said.
"You'll see," he said and lapsed into a silence that lasted until we reached my door.
THE committee was assembled in the hall with the high Gothic ceiling when I arrived, sitting in folding chairs around two small tables pushed together to form a unit.
"Well," Brother Jack said, "you are on time. Very good, we favor precision in our leaders."
"Brother, I shall always try to be on time," I said.
"Here he is, Brothers and Sisters," he said, "your new spokesman. Now to begin. Are we all present?"
"All except Brother Tod Clifton," someone said.
His red head jerked with surprise. "So?"
"He'll be here," a young brother said. "We were working until three this morning."
"Still, he should be on time -- Very well," Brother Jack said, taking out a watch, "let us begin. I have only a little time here, but a little time is all that is needed. You all know the events of the recent period, and the role our new brother has played in them. Briefly, you are here to see that it isn't wasted. We must achieve two things: We must plan methods of increasing the effectiveness of our agitation, and we must organize the energy that has already been released. This calls for a rapid increase of membership. The people are fully aroused; if we fail to lead them into action, they will become passive, or they will become cynical. Thus it is necessary that we strike immediately and strike hard!
"For this purpose," he said, nodding toward me, "our brother has been appointed district spokesman. You are to give him your loyal support and regard him as the new instrument of the committee's authority . . ."
I heard the slight applause splatter up -- only to halt with the opening of the door, and I looked down past the rows of chairs to where a hatless young man about my own age was coming into the hall. He wore a heavy sweater and slacks, and as the others looked up I heard the quick intake of a woman's pleasurable sigh. Then the young man was moving with an easy Negro stride out of the shadow into the light, and I saw that he was very black and very handsome, and as he advanced mid-distance into the