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to Lonnie by the pool. The Side getting born at the end of Group.

Getting hold of the passpad. My hoodie being stolen. EVEN IF

I FALL—ESPECIALLY IF I FALL—LET NOTHING STOP

YOU. I WILL BE STRENGTHENED. I’LL GET BACK UP.

De-sapping Maholtz. Ending Vincie’s hand-twitch. Any of the hyperscoots, especially the first. Kissing June onstage. Kissing by her locker. Kissing in the field. Learning from the Five that they’d received
Ulpan
. Eliyahu with the leaf, at the fountain, chasing Baxter. Leevon’s broken silence after Slokum held me up. The scholars in my kitchen, believing all I told them. “DOWN ON

THE GROUND WITH YOUR HANDS IN PLAIN SIGHT.”

The Side rising up to protect me from Botha. Getting called a tzadik by Emmanuel on the platform. My father Thursday morning 1482

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telling jokes about goyim, singing punk in the car, inviting June to join us. Samuel Diamond holding 37 high. My mother saying June should be whatever I determined. Flowers’s exegesis of Lauryn Hill’s cursing
.
Rabbi Salt telling me he had to drink coffee. The Cage-wide petition delivered by Chunkstyle. BARNUM

on the juice machine. “Gurion’s my boy!”

BE STRONG! BE STRONG! I shouted to the scholars.

“Chazak! Chazak!” the scholars roared back.

Though that very morning I’d been much happier, I had not been truly happy since the battle in the gym—in the best moments after, I’d been merely relieved—and this moment stood out at the time for that reason; for being my first happy moment since the battle. It stands out now because it was my last. If I seem to belabor it, it’s for that reason. I haven’t had a moment of happiness since.

“DROP YOUR WEAPONS! DOWN ON THE GROUND!

FREE THE HOSTAGES! COMPLY AT ONCE!”

BE STRONG! BE STRONG! AND MAY WE BE

STRENGTH-ENED!

“Chazak! Chazak! Venizschazeik!”

The scholars walked west behind Emmanuel.

And lest they be forced to massacre children, the cops of the barricade fled north and south.

As soon as I revolved, the moment was over.

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CONTROL

Friday, November 17, 2006

12:09 p.m.–1:01 p.m.

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A bubble of curls behind a thick smear of blood: Googy Segal’s face, mashed flat against glass. Our guards had him pinned chest-first to the jamb. He struggled against them, slicking the blood around, pressing his forehead to the window for leverage.

Suddenly he slipped, or someone lost their grip, and his face slid down and the door wedged open. Palms on the pavement, he donkey-kicked blindly; Stevie Loop dropped. Googy lurched a yard, then crawled for another, but out came Ben-Wa, who fell knees-first on his back and stayed him.

Googy made pleading sounds, looked in my eyes.

Let him up! I said.

Ben-Wa climbed off. “He wouldn’t say anything. He just rushed the door. We—”

Googy interrupted. He was up on his elbows, choking on phonemes. Even if I’d been able to make out what he was saying, transcribing it here would be useless. The speech disorders of which Googy was a victim battered his utterances beyond 1485

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the furthest reaches of any single alphabet’s powers of description—of any three alphabets’ powers of description. There were Chinesey catsounds and Xhosa-like clicks, Tourrettic stammer-ings and Afrikaaner diphthongs, W’s that might have been L’s or R’s, Hebraic velar fricatives, a storm of whistled sibilants.

I thought I heard “Ally.” I thought I heard “knock.” I thought I heard “knock” somewhat proximal to “mook.”

Benji? I said. Is Benji with your cousin?

Googy just wailed.

Where’s Beauregard Pate?

“He never came back from Nurse Clyde’s,” Ben-Wa said.

Then Googy, though his stammer made it last five syllables, definitely said the word “gym.”

“Benji’s in the
gym
you’re saying?” Ben-Wa said. “Why’s he—”

Vincie vaulted Googy, into the school. June took his spot, grabbed the Janitor’s collar.

Emmanuel: approaching the edge of the bus circle.

Brooklyn’s in charge, I said. Stay in formation. Follow the plan.

I spun clutching Boystar, hurled him into Main Hall. Jesse Ritter grabbed him. By then I was running.

At the gym’s northeast entrance, I pushed on the doors. The doors pushed back.

“They’re here!” someone shouted.

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the kid I’d downed, struggled for balance, got slammed against the wall between the locker-room doors. Three ex-Shovers had my wrists and my elbows. I lifted my knee, got one in the nutsack—the one in front of me—he sat down hard. Vincie, at centercourt, was facing away from me, swinging a chair. Kids lay at his feet, clutching their struck parts, crawling away. Beyond them, Benji was draped on the scaffold, and Berman was moving cautiously forward, holding the mikestand lancelike. I couldn’t squirm free of the guys on my arms; I went whole-body limp, and they had to lean in. The one on my left wasn’t all that tall.

I smashed his nose flat with the side of my head. On the snap-back, my temple met with an edge—the upper southern corner of the fire-alarm—and everything tilted, whited, dissolved.

Some seconds later, I began to come to, aware I was being handled.

I couldn’t, for the moment, recall what was happening; I only knew I should resist it. I tried to resist it, but nothing responded.

My arms wouldn’t lift. My legs wouldn’t bend. “Tighter,” a kid said. I panicked, inhaled, and my eyes popped open. My chin was on my chest. I was looking at my hands being bound at my waist.

Beyond them my legs, being bound at the ankles.

I raised my eyes and I saw Berman swinging. He got Vincie’s chair with the tip of the mikestand. The chair went flying, and Vincie retreated, ran in my direction, a hand in his pocket, looking at something up near the ceiling. He stopped at the free-throw line, hauled back and launched, sending Floyd’s keyring along a 1487

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broad arc that ended inside of the scoreboard. Berman brought the mikestand down on his shoulder. Vincie half-knelt, popped back up, took another shot to the flank with the mikestand.

Something to the right of me banged at weird intervals—the northeast doors. I heard the Five cursing, Eliyahu pleading, June shouting my name; for once I was grateful to have been disobeyed.

Two ex-Shovers were digging in my pockets, three ex-Shovers dragging Vincie to the scaffold, five ex-Shovers shouldering the doors so one could knot multiple cords between the handles. The doors creaked open for an inch, slammed shut. I tried to roll free; I could roll, but not free.

“Stand him up,” Berman said.

They brought me to my feet, leaned me back on the wall, hands gripping my hoodie. Berman was close now; I couldn’t see past him. His shirt was torn open from neck to navel. His throat looked freshly slapped and kneaded. A bruise had begun to assemble on his ribcage. The kid who I’d nutshot handed him a keyring. Another one handed him a fuller keyring. The first one was Botha’s and the second was Brodsky’s.

Untie me, I said.

“Which one of these keys gets us out of here?” he said.

The scholars are coming.

I could hear Vincie panting, trying not to cry. Banging noise came from the central door now—it was also tied shut. Soon June and Eliyahu would know what to do: they’d get Ben-Wa, who had Jerry’s keys, and they’d come through a locker-room.

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The locker-room doors were one-way doors; they opened
into
the locker-rooms and didn’t have handles on their gym-facing sides, so they couldn’t be stopped from inside the gym.

“Which key?” Berman said.

Untie me, I said.

Berman said, “Cory!” and tossed him the keys. Cory’s mouth was bleeding. “Try them all,” Berman told him, and Cory limped over to the pushbar door.

Someone said, “Berman, what should we do?”

“Tie him to the scaffold.”

The him was me. Inasmuch as it was possible, I lunged at Berman’s throat. He stepped to the left and I hit the floor sideways.

They dragged me by the hood toward the back of the gym.

Berman followed close, examining my face. Eleven Israelites sitting the bleachers were wet-eyed.

Help me! I said.

They all looked away.

The scholars are coming!

“We know,” Berman said. “Any minute now, they’ll come through the locker-rooms. We’re not worried about that.”

What you’re doing—

“I’m protecting us.”

I can protect us.

“There’s more than one us.”

I’ll protect us all.

“Not anymore you won’t. Not after this. You won’t forgive this.”

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I will, I said. Just untie us, Berman.

“It’s not even our fault, you know—
he
came
here.
But there was never any way to protect us all anyway—that’s your whole problem. Cause what? We’d get out of here, you’d take all the blame, we’d say ‘Gurion did it,’ and… what?
Then what
?”

You’d go free, I said. You
will
go free. You’re talking in circles.

You’re—

“We’d go free, and then what? Where would that have left us?

Everything would’ve just gone back to normal. No one would fear us. We’d say, ‘Gurion did it,’ and we’d go free, and you’d be in jail, unable to protect us even if you wanted to. We’d be treated like always, they’d treat us like always, make us crawl on our bellies through filth before them. Better for us we say we overthrew you. Better for us we say we escaped. We didn’t plan it this way, but this way is better.”

It doesn’t have to—

“It
does
. How can’t you see that? We didn’t go get him. We were
following
your plan. And then the second your back was turned—the very fucken second—
he
came
here
.”

Vincie’d stopped panting. His eyes were shut hard. They sat me on the floor between him and Benji and leashed me to the scaffold by the bindings at my wrists. Vincie, on his back, was tied by the throat and one of his legs. Nakamook was silent, face-down and limp, an upside-down U, held to the scaffold by nothing but gravity. The side of his face I was able to see pulsed blood from a swollen gouge above his cheekbone. His entire flank was 1490

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soaked with blood, shot through with nibs, and the splints I’d taped to his fingers were cracked.

Benji, I said.

“He’s out,” Vincie said. “And now they’re gonna kill him.”

“Shut your mouth, Portite,” an ex-Shover said.

I said, No one’s killing anyone. The scholars are coming.

“I barely stopped them,” said Vincie. “They’re gonna kill me too, now. They’ll have to. They’ll—”

The toe of Berman’s shoe blurred across Vincie’s jaw.

“Nakamook came in here,” Berman said, “screaming and shouting and swinging a chair, powder-blue gooze pouring out from his nostrils. He knocked me down and got on top of me.

The Israelites—our brothers—seven of them, Gurion—it took fucking seven of them, even with his hand—the Israelites finally pulled him off of me. We beat him til he dropped, though, and look at him now.”

Okay, I said. I believe you, I said. But you need to calm down.

This is happening too fast. Tell me what you want, and we’ll work this out.

“We’ve
worked it out
,” Berman said, his voice now public. “The bully has to die. Look what we did to him. He’ll never forgive it.

He’ll haunt us forever.”

He won’t, I said. I’ll make him forgive it.

“You’ll
make
him?” said Berman. “You have no control of him!

He
came here!
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two of them died trying to stop us from escaping.”

The two of— No. Josh. I won’t. This doesn’t have to—

“So you’re
not
on our side, then. You never really were.”

I
am
,
but look— All of you. Listen to me.

“Lucky for us he’s the criminal here,” Berman said to the Israelites. “Lucky for us, it’s him who they’ll blame for—”

“Berman,” Cory said. He’d returned from the door. “These keys don’t work.”

“One of them has to. Try them upside-down.”

“I did,” Cory said. “I tried them twice both ways.”

“Floyd’s is in the scoreboard,” Vincie told Berman. “Jerry’s isn’t in here, and that’s all there fucken is, you walking fucken deadman. You stuck-ass deadman murderous fucker.”

Cory raised a chair as if to smash Vincie.

“No, wait,” said Berman. Cory lowered the chair. “Is he telling us the truth?” Berman said to me. “About the keys?”

Yes, I said. So, look—

“Okay,” Berman said. “Okay… okay.”

The doors were still banging. Muffled shouting behind them.

Berman no longer faced me. He was talking low to Cory—I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I kept saying his name, keeping my voice calm, but he wouldn’t turn around. They flipped Benji over, onto his back, pulled the nibs from his body. Benji groaned softly.

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work something out. I’m your brother, okay? I’m not your enemy.

You have to stop this.

One mumbled something about burning down houses, another some-thing else about crawling on bellies. All of the rest of them pretended not to hear me. Berman jumped the scaffold, took my sap from his pocket. He was standing over Benji.

I said, Don’t do this.