supporting Darmon. They stand to get their cut--free text books or new desks or something. That's the rules of the game."
"Better schools," Rayber sputtered, "benefit everybody."
"Seems like I been hearin' that a long time," the barber said.
"You see," the man explained, "you can't put nothing over on the schools. That's the way they throw it off--benefits everybody."
The barber laughed.
"If you ever thought...." Rayber began.
"Maybe there'd be a new desk at the head of the room for you," the man chortled. "How about that, Joe?" He nudged the barber.
Rayber wanted to lift his foot under the man's chin. "You ever heard about reasoning?" he muttered.
"Listen," the man said, "you can talk all you want. What you don't realize is, we've got an issue here. How'd you like a couple of black faces looking at you from the back of your class room?"
Rayber had a blind moment when he felt as if something that wasn't there was bashing him to the ground. George came in and began washing basins. "Willing to teach any person willing to learn--black or white," Rayber
