S: JPPSS Technology Division - The Ogden Museum of Southern Art - T.H.Harris Project
FC: Mildred Taylor's Newbery Medal winning novel is retold in silhouette by the 7th graders of T.H. Harris Middle School. A Community Partnership between The Ogden Museum of Southern Art and Jefferson Parish Public Schools. | Roll of Thunder, Hear My Cry
1: ... I learned history not then written in books but one passed from generation to generation on the steps of moonlit porches and beside dying fires in one-room houses... Mildred D. Taylor
2: And so, in the spring of 1931, Papa set out looking for work.
3: Always meticulously neat, six-year-old Little Man never allowed dirt or tears or stains to mar anything he owned.
4: Little Man turned around and watched saucer-eyed as a bus bore down on him
5: spewing clouds of red dust like a huge yellow dragon breathing fire.
6: The Great Faith Elementary and Secondary school, one of the largest black schools in the county, was a dismal end to an hour's journey.
7: "Soooooooo, it's you, Cassie Logan." Then she pursed her lips and drew the curtain along the rusted iron rod and tucked it into a loop in the back wall.
8: "What's that you said, Clayton Chester Logan?" she asked.
9: "That one's dirty."
10: Mama was stooped over a low cotton branch.
11: To shield us from the rain, Mama issued us dried calfskins which we flung over our heads and shoulders like stiff cloaks.
12: When Stacey's and my holes merged into one big hole with Little Man's and Christopher-John's, Stacey and I threw down our shovels and grabbed extra buckets.
13: Then it sputtered a last murmuring protest and died, its left front wheel in our ditch, | its right wheel in the gully, like a lopsided billy goat on its knees.
14: Stacey jerked me forward, crushing my hand in the effort, and whispered angrily, "Shut up, Cassie."
15: It was then that I bumped into Lillian Jean Simms.
16: I landed bottom first on the ground.
17: "When my gal Lillian Jean says for you to get yo'self off the sidewalk, you get, you hear?"
18: ...and the warm sound of rising laughter mingled in tales of sorrow and happiness of days past but not forgotten.
19: In the kitchen, sweet potato pies, egg custard pies, and rich butter pound cakes cooled.
20: I released the firefly imprisoned in my hand and sat beside Papa and Stacey on steps. "Papa please," I said, leaning against his leg, "don't go this year."
21: Papa stood suddenly and grabbed Stacey upward.
22: Out of the darkness a round light appeared, moving slowly across the drive...
23: "Then Papa slipped the first wheel on... That's when he got shot--"
24: In the storage room at the back of the store was a small open window through which a child or a person as thin as T.J. could wiggle.
25: You was in there--Miz Barnett, when she come to and got help, said three black boys robbed their store and knocked out her and her husband.
26: Then T.J. emerged, dragged from the house on his knees.
27: "Mama, the cotton!" I cried. "It's on fire!"
28: Roll of thunder hear my cry Over the water bye and bye Ole man comin' down the line | Whip in hand to beat me down. But I ain't gonna let him Turn me 'round.