Manuscripts/Mixed Material [N.B. College]
At last arrived to the station, took out my nickel and deposited it with a melancholy look, in the box. Goodbye my nickel I'll never see you again. Clock, time? Seven-thirty. Maybe I'll have enough time to eat breakfast. Train is coming. Second Avenue elevated. Crowded. People lean on me, I lean on them. They look at me with wrath, I look at them with disgust. We all wish the others would get off, in order we could get a seat. I look around in the train. God, how many people live on this earth. Too many, too many.
Mott Avenue. Some more people! A stout Jewish woman stands near me, leans on me, yawns and sighs. Oy, oy, my blood is boiling, I try to push her away but she leans on me and I can't free myself. Finally I holler out; God's sake move away a little bit, or do you want to choke me? She looks at me, her eyes filled with hate, contempt and surprise. She wants to say something, but suddenly closes her lips. The colored man got up from his seat, she sits down. I am free to breathe, what a relief! Daily News, lies and crimes. World, positions, furnished rooms. Times, money. Daily Worker, so and so many workers out of employment. Times Square. Most of the people leave the subway, I have a seat. What's the use, on Fourteenth Street I must leave the train too.
Tired and painted faces walk to their shops. People coming out from the church, people entering the church. I wonder what they have to say to God.
The factory. God Moloch, God Mamon, God Ignorance are sitting on the factory chimney. Blood, everywhere blood, they suck