... 'He's black, you see that! I thought he would be all along.' Harelip's voice trembled with excitement. 'He's a real black man, you see!' 'What are they going to do with him, shoot him?' 'Shoot him!' Harelip shouted, gasping with surprise. 'Shoot a real live black man!' Because he's the enemy,' I asserted without confidence. 'Enemy! You call him an enemy!' Harelip seized my shirt and railed at me hoarsely, spraying my face with saliva through his lip. 'He's a black man, he's no enemy!