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First published November 30, 1966
The white boy walked on over to one side of the shed where the kindling was stacked and pulled down an old sheet of newspaper which he shook out to full size and spread in front of the Negro. He dumped the gray-grass contents of the pillowcase onto the paper, and then straightened up to stand with his hands on his hips, frowning down at it. He was twelve years old.
The effect of red-split was ‘as advertised’ so to speak – in this case, quite gleeful. Sense-derangementwise, it was unlike acid in that it was not a question of the ‘Essential I’ having new insights, but of becoming a different person entirely. So that in a way there was nothing very scary about it, just extremely weird, and as it turned out, somewhat mischievous.