I M Sick Of You Niggers Analysis

Like a Winding Sheet
Have you ever had the feeling, of a tingling in your fingers, hands and arms? Just like a prickly and stinging feeling in the skin. The feeling of being out of control, of your own body can be scary. If the tingling in your arms is too constant and the physical need, the brain convinces itself to hurt someone, just to clear the stress, becomes too overwhelming, then what? Do you react or control yourself? The last can be really difficult, because the stress will build up. Some people have to react to that urge, and hurt someone just because they cannot control the feeling. A tremendous load of stress on a person, can lead to anger that can be difficult to control. People can turn violent or give up on their life, if they
Johnson meets the tingling, and where he has to stay strong mentally to not hit somebody, is where he meet his boss at work. She criticizes him for being late, again. He tries to apologies with an excuse about him having problems with his legs, but the foreman says she has heard enough excuses. Next she says “And the niggers is the worse (…) I’m sick of you niggers”. Mr. Johnson is African American himself, and starts to get mad at the foreman. First of he is very collected and tells the foreman that it is okay for her to get mad, but that nobody has the right to call him a nigger. This is where he first has the urge to hit someone “He felt a curious tingling in his fingers and he looked down at his hands. They were clenched tight, hard, ready to smash (…)”.
A mixture of his lack of sleep, causing stress, and the racist comments from his boss is pulling him towards the edge of his mental
When it is his turn, the waitress says that there is no more coffee for a while. The waitress does a symbolic gesture “put her hands up to her head and gently lifted her hair away from the back of her neck, tossing her head back a little”, Johnson means that it is because of the fact that he is black that the waitress would not serve him coffee, and yet again he feels the urge to hit her. “What he wanted to do was hit her so hard that the scarlet lipstick on the mouth would smear (…) so hard that she would never toss her head again and refuse a man a cup because he was black.” Even though that he wanted to strike her, he controlled himself, even after the second racist comment in one day “But he couldn’t hit her. He couldn’t even now bring himself to hit a woman, not even this one (…)” It is clear that the racial abuse has taken its toll on him. The hair gesture the waitress did when refusing to give him a cup of coffee, keep going on and on in his head.
After he tried to get coffee, he took the subway home. He tried to get some rest on the way home, but the roar of the train was beating inside his head. The pain he had in his legs from work, started to affect his body even more “He told himself that it was due to all that anger-born energy that had pilled up in him and not been used and so it had spread through him like a