Chapter 6
“That’s true,” Mr. Jennings went on. “But do you really want your son to live on the streets?”
“He ain’t my son! I adopted him and gived him my name ‘cause she insisted on it before she’d let me move in, and that’s the thanks I get. He has queer sex right there in my Christian home.”
The fact it was Ted’s mother’s home in the first place seemed to be lost on the man.
Ted wondered if Harold’s reaction would have been different if the sex had been with a girl.
“He has no means of support at this time,” Mr. Jennings said.
“Let him join the army!” Mr. Davis retorted. “They let queers serve now. He’ll have a roof over his head and three meals a day, thanks to the fact that we got a uppity black man in the White House who’s a fag lover.” Harold didn’t try to hide his bigotry or his disdain for the president and apparently he hadn’t taken notice that the man sitting behind the desk was also a black man.