Rescinding Your InvitationJimmy observed the early morning commute from Greenwood to Tulsa each morning as he resumed his walking tour of the area. About one-third of the Black population worked on the other side of town as maids, cooks, and butlers, and most made their daily trek to work on foot. Hundreds of people walked in clusters, chatting as they traveled the short distance. Jimmy wanted to see how the other half lived and entered the White section around ten o’clock, much later than the majority of the commuters.
He stopped by a café. “Morning, I’d like a coffee and some toast please.”
“Sure thing. You one giant of a man. Is this your first time here? Are you a wildcatter?”
“I ate everything put in front of me as a boy and this is what you get.” Jimmy held out his arms and laughe
